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Love Conquers All (On Sherlock Season 4)

I’m currently re-watching Season 4, simply just to indulge myself, and mainly because I personally loved it. I thought I was done expressing everything I have to say about the matter in this post, but there has been an unending sh*t-storm still looming over S4 that has gone beyond what I had expected. Not to mention that things I’ve seen on Twitter earlier regarding the so-called Norbury movement.

I am not dismissing the fact that this season had its flaws, but there’s a significant meaning to it all that some people are dismissing because they’ve been blinded by their own illusions that I would want to highlight. For someone who had cried over and mulled over these episodes more than the past 3 seasons, this season gave my love for existentialism a baseline that tugged at the heart – the very reason why I wanted to talk about it.

Originally posted by esterlocked

Just a brief explanation, existentialism is the belief that life has no meaning in general. To quote Moriarty, “Staying alive… So boring, isn’t it? It’s just… staying.” However, what I like about it is the idea that society or any other factor is not responsible for giving life it’s meaning – it is solely up to the individual to discover it on their own.

With that said, I think this is why this season resonated with me so much, and I find the chaos in some parts of the fandom frustrating, especially to the point that the writers are being attacked for this. So as usual, I have to say something about it. Because instead of writing articles for work, I’m thinking about Sherlock.

Anyway, I’m just gonna go ahead with my point.


The Six Thatchers : Horrors Of The Past

This may be my least favourite among the three, but the message of this episode is clearly simple: we all have horrors that will come and haunt us in the future – and how we face it all comes down to the path we choose. 

We live hundreds, and even thousands of roles throughout our lives. And we all have our past; things that we regret, hate, cringe at, miss, still believe in, etc. But whatever that past might be, what I got from TST is that you can never run from your past as it catches up to you, but it is one facet of your life does not completely define you.

Originally posted by akajustmerry

Death has been played with through the past seasons that it seemed all too mundane to us now, in terms of the context of the show. But S4 is here to correct this notion in Mary’s persona. With Mary saying that Mary Watson was the only life worth living, it showed that we get to choose which part of our lives we live out the most.

Same with John and his ‘cheating’. To be fair, I’m pissed at the fact that this was completely out of character. But when the series culminated, I understood why they have to do it. We saw what we wanted to see in these characters as they were presented to us – John was supposedly honourable, kind, and courageous, but what is this? Who is this new John? 

This is where I head to my next point. 


The Lying Detective : Being Alive And Human

This episode made me cry buckets, to be honest. And it is because this is all about changing what you know about these characters and seeing them all in a different light. 

Here we see a Sherlock not led by the mind but the heart, a John who was weak against temptation, a cheater, someone who looked jealous from having the spotlight all on the detective – it showed that no one is ultimately good and that someone’s facade is not who they entirely are. It shows that everyone has their ups and downs because that’s what humanity is about. It illustrated that everyone was capable of being angry, desperate, conceited, weak, lonely, alone, etc. It highlighted how these characters are broken – especially Sherlock – and how redemption can mean so much more to a person. 

We all have our flaws, our downfalls, our agonies; but who are we really, at our most vulnerable? And who are the people willing to believe in us even if we’ve shown them our true, and sometimes, faded colours?

Originally posted by halloawhatisthis

“Taking your own life. Interesting expression, taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everyone else. Your life is not your own, keep your hands off it.”

This is a plea. That shutting down and ending your life is and should never be the answer. This is one of the most beautiful pieces of dialogue I have ever heard, and it’s a very upfront message about warranting a value on your own life. And for people to threaten the writers of the show that they are the ones who caused the lives that are put in the line or the self-harm that will happen due to their distaste for TFP is devastating to me.

And yes, there have been people tweeting Mark and BBC that they are and will be responsible for these lives, which is just unfair.


The Final Problem : On Love And Redemption

I’ve seen people questioning why Benedict said ‘love conquers all’ in one interview before the season aired. There has also been statements that this season will be ‘groundbreaking’, which others failed to see why, leading to the claims that the showrunners are queerbaiting.

Now, every single show, every single actor, not just in Sherlock, but basically everywhere, is being put in the microscope because they need to identify with something, and that they need to represent a cause — which I get! I advocate for this! But, just when the world is being careful about mixing up their characters or when they are inserting a gay character just because now, society is demanding them to, Sherlock had already presented that years before (note that some TV shows only became more open to having gay characters around late 2014, early 2015-ish onwards because people are becoming more vocal about it as inspired by those bold enough to make a first move, e.g. Glee). 

Here, we have an openly gay character (which is still another topic of debate but I stand by it when I say Irene used the term gay loosely), had openly gay actors play brilliant and unstereotypical roles, and for God’s sake, Mark Gatiss is a gay man who is behind this brilliant show, and  that’s the very reason they passed it off as normal. They didn’t do it in a way that we always have to be reminded that the character is gay, that there has to be a sex scene just to prove that they’re gay… it’s just there – again, as one facet of the characters. Sex, as something that has been explicitly expressed in the show, isn’t the only thing that defines a character or their relationships with someone else, and I appreciated that. They had a story to tell – the story of these characters as a whole and not just one side of them. 

And personally, I did see why they made their claims as indicated by my chosen title. When this season ended, Sherlock who claimed to have never been attuned to his emotions, had his eyes open and had embraced that he was also human, flawed, and is capable to love IN ALL FORMS. 

Originally posted by fangirlhani

He learned to value his life because of what happened to Mary, he had admitted that he also succumbs to his impulses with Irene Adler (texting or beyond that, depends on what you want to believe), he fully realised that he would never ever want to hurt and make Molly feel like she’s being used by him because she’s his friend, he was able to extend a more human side of himself to John more than he did before, he finally understood and accepted Mycroft’s intentions and actions which I think mended their relationship significantly (this one hits me to the core so much), and lastly, he discovered that if he was left in the air in isolation, he might have ended up like Eurus, which is why he never wanted to make her feel alone again. 

To me, it is groundbreaking because it left that cliche of someone running off into the sunset in the end and it’s all butterflies and rainbows. They wrapped it up with the characters still broken, but living through it day by day because someone chose to love, accept, and help them heal despite their flaws. 

It is what it is, they keep on saying, because that’s how life is. It can be unbearable and it can most certainly be shit, but in the end, whether you ship Johnlock, Adlock, Sherlolly, Sheriarty, Mollstrade, Mystrade, etc., if we all let love – self-love, romantic love, familial love, platonic love – all kinds of love in our lives, it will help us conquer all, within and beyond this show. 

365 Days of Journaling

This year I am comitted to journaling every day. To make sure I am inspired to write I’ve compiled a list of prompts using journaling prompts, list prompts and self-discovery questions. Feel free to use!

365 Days of Journaling

1. Your New Year’s Resolutions.

2. Personal fact file.

3. Review of 2014

4. How can you treat yourself more gently this year? Things you could lighten up on yourself about?

5. List 5 simple activities to nurture yourself.

6. What do you need to stop worrying about?

7. Secret

8. What do you repeatedly re-evaluate? Can you let it go?

9. List things you should be proud of.

10. What negative phrases do you say about your body? Can you replace them with positive affirmations about your body?

11. List 10 things your body does that is amazing.

12. How are you sleeping?

13. Friendship

14. In my heart I know the one way I can nurture my bod more this year is ___.

15. What makes you feel loved and cared for?

16. How does social media affect you?

17. List your greatest comforts.

18. Book Review

19. Design your outdoor area/garden.

20. Who do you want to surround yourself with this year?

21. An artist that inspires you.

22. List current and future goals and dreams.

23. What’s something you do differently to other people?

24. List what you are grateful for.

25. What’s something you want to do but haven’t?

26. Imagination.

27. List things you do to procrastinate.

28. Do you feel worthy of nurturing and gentle care? How does it feel for you to say ‘I am deserving of loving care. I take time to take care of myself?’

29. List words that touch your soul.

30. I wish animals could…… If they could, then…..

31. Has your greatest fear come true?

32. Never have I ever list.

33. What’s holding you back?

34. List dream jobs.

35. Favourite recipe.

36. List fictional characters with whom you have fallen in love.

37. Focus.

38. I am inspired by…

39. Your favourite flower?

40. Movie Review.

41. ‘If I won the lottery’ list.

42. In this moment are you happy?

43. Hope.

44. List things you like to do when you’re sick.

45. Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?

  1. 46.  ‘If I ruled the world’ list.

47. Words to live by.

48. I wish I had one more chance to….. Then I would…..

49. 5 things you want in a relationship.

50. My overused words and phrases.

51. Dream.

52. Recipe for a perfect weekend.

53. Make a table, 10 things you love and hate about your body.

54. List your greatest achievements.

55. Doodle here.

56. What’s your happiest childhood memory?

57. In ten years from now where would you like to be?

58. What’s your perfect trip?

59. When have you felt most passionate?

60. Your skills.

61. I wish I could forget the time I ….. because….

62. Book Review.

63. Believe.

64. If not now – when?

65. Is it possible to know, without a doubt, what is good and what is evil?

66. Do you feel like you’ve lived this day before?

67. Write a letter, Dear Past Me.

68. What would you wish for if a genie granted you 3 wishes?

69. The most disappointed I’ve ever been…

70. What scares you?

71. Mystery.

72. 10 television shows.

73. Nobody knows that I…

74. Your favourite scent?

75. Do you cope with stress? How?

76. List your essentials.

77. Plan a romantic evening.

78. Your saddest memory?

79. What’s the difference between being alive and truly living?

80. Mistake.

81. I wish I had a million… Then I would…

82. List books.

83. Decide upon a three course meal.

84. If we learn from mistakes why are we so frightened of making them?

85. What’s something you’ve learnt today?

86. What was your favourite school subject?

87. 10 celeb crushes.

88. The most fun I’ve ever had…

89. What are you looking forward to?

90. List places you want to go.

91. Laughter.

92. Describe each day of the week as if it was a person?

93. Are you a worrier?

94. The tattoos you have?

95. 10 things to do before your next birthday. (95)

96. Who was your best friend?

97. List favourite quotes.

98. Favourite colour combos.

99. Movie review.

100. Who do you admire?

101. I wish I could learn….. because…..

102. Look through a magazine – what images stand out?

103. The biggest lie I’ve ever told is…

104. Favourite animation.

105. Something out of reach…

106. A mistake you won’t make again?

107. Wisdom.

108. List things that feel like home.

109. I am…

110. I’m not very good at…

111. List things you want to be known for.

112. What was your favourite toy?

113. Your character traits.

114. Pause.

115. Describe your dream job.

116. Write a letter, Dear Future Me.

117. Make an A-Z list of things that you want to do.

118. Write about your first job?

119. Adventure.

120. List of websites.

121. Ways to waste time…

122. Table of Do’s and Don’ts

123. Your make-up bag?

124. What’s the most outrageous thing you’ve ever done?

125. What makes you miserable?

126. Energy.

127. Things you find beautiful?

128. There’s no excuse for…

129. The most terrifying moment of my life was…

130. What was your first car?Design your bedroom.

131. In 25 years will you be proud of the things you did or regret the things you didn’t do?

132. Write a mantra.

133. Your bucket list.

134. Proud.

135. A-Z list of words to describe you.

136. What makes you unique?

137. Your next tattoo?

138. Lyrics of meaning.

139. Movie review.

140. Collection of jokes.

141. What happiness means to you?

142. Doodle here.

143. Simple.

144. List 3 things that went right or wrong today.

145. How do you deal with anger?

146. Are you forgiving?

147. Things I always did with my dad when I was young…

148. List things that remind me of a my childhood.

149. Favourite emotion?

150. What is magic?

151. Which is worse, failing or never trying?

152. When do you make excuses?

153. Unique.

154. List bad habits.

155. Childhood games.

156. List family traditions.

157. Something you overheard today.

158. Choose a poem.

159. List things that motivate you.

160. Grace.

161. Get a map and plan a route.

162. Qualities you look for in a boyfriend?

163. Your pet.

164. Your definition of beauty.

165. Plan a perfect date.

166. List things that happened on the day you were born.

167. Myth.

168. List of questions.

169. Your perfume?

170. HTML colour codes.

171. List pet peeves.

172. Robert Frost write a poem titled The Road Not Taken.  Name a road you’ve always wanted to travel.  Where do you hope it takes you, and what might you see on the way?

173. Hug.

174. Ways to relax…

175. Your favourite albums?

176. Authors whose work you enjoy.

177. The worst nightmare you’ve ever had?

178. 5 things you can’t live without?

179. Every child deserves…

180. What would you change about the world?

181. List things to collect.

182. Plan an exercise routine.

183. I wish I had enough money to……

184. Cocktail recipe.

185. List summer goals.

186. Best advice given.

187. Religion.

188. Your favourite piece of classical music.

189. Your talents?

190. What 5 traits do people first notice when they meet you for the first time?

191. List of 10 boy names.

192. Designer inspiration.

193. How much will power do you have?

194. Your favourite place and why?

195. Place your playlist on shuffle, write the lyrics to first song played.

196. List people you love.

197. Think back to the toys of your childhood.

198. Choose some scenery.

199. Favourite days of the year.

200. Today’s horoscope.

201. I wish everyone loved……

202. Advice to your best friend.

203. What does your sleeping position say about you?

204. Is there a heaven?

205. Things I always did with my mam when I was young…

206. Who would you like to thank for something they did for you in the past?

207. Favourite holiday.

208. Design something.

209. What did you buy today?

210. Favourite colour palette.

211. Are you competitive?

212. Create a pattern.

213. Your pet.

214. Find a new poem.

215. Independent.

216. What does love mean to you?

217. Ten ways to improve yourself.

218. Miracle.

219. Your karaoke song.

220. Here is what others see me as …

221. Your favourite weather.

222. What is your personal secret to happiness?

223. What does real success in life mean to you?

224. Things that happened ten years ago today…

225. Vision.

226. Your blog.

227. Your favourite season.

228. Honestly.

229. Mission in life…

230. In three words, describe your life.

231. Dreams for someday…

232. What do you think of the saying YOLO?

233. Best advice received.

234. What are means to you?

235. Most valued idea.

236. Most fun day ever.

237. Are you brave?

238. Happiest moment lately.

239. Who am I really?

240. Yesterday, I was…

241. What kind of day are you having, and why?

242. Your wedding song?

243. In what areas are you optimistic, and in what areas are you pessimistic?

244. Describe your life in colour.

245. What do you see in the mirror?

246. Future.

247. Interior design inspiration.

248. Success.

249. The headlines today are…

250. Write down today’s stresses.

251. What is your earliest memory of home?

252. Qualities you look for in a friend?

253. A promise I must make myself.

254. Cloud.

255. Something you learnt the hard way?

256. Urgent challenges.

257. What would your superpower be?

258. Lost.

259. How much self-control do you have?

260. Who do you talk to when you have a problem?

261. Paint a picture.

262. Where would you like to be lost?

263. How old were you four years ago? Describe some things you can do now that you could not do then.

264. Book review.

265.  Choose a religion.

266. List of things to photograph.

267. A place you relax.

268. Favourite family photo.

269. Describe how university was for you?

270. A photo that makes you happy.

271. Complete.  

272. Use a newspaper for inspiration today.

273. Your house rules?

274. When I am old I will…

275. Who or what has had a strong influence in your life?

276. Write about climbing.

277. What’s the meaning of your name?

278. Make an emotional graph whilst listening to a song.

279. Doodle here

280. List places you would not visit.

281. What other profession would you do?

282. Power.

283. What does it feel like to be wrong?

284. Would you jump out of a plane?

285. What have you won?

286. Favourite brands.

287. Where do you feel most comfortable?

288. A woman who inspires you.

289. Which is least important to you–money, power, fame–and why?

290. Describe a dream that you had recently. Provide as many details as possible.

291. Why is it important to be honest?

292. A ridiculous law held in your country.

293. Why do you work where you work?

294. What’s your least favourite mode of transportation?

295. Place your playlist on shuffle and write the first ten songs that are played.

296. Where do you people watch?

297. Collect some wallpaper.

298. Movie Review

299. Draw optical illusions.

300. If you were an animal, what animal would you be?

301. What headline really got to you today?

302. Write about a difficult time in your life when you showed strength.

303. Best lesson you’ve ever learnt?

304. Something expensive you won’t buy yourself.

305. What historical events happened the year you were born?

306. Legend.

307. Does Never Never Land really exist?

308. Favourite candles.

309. List of fictional places you wish you could visit.

310. Do you look after yourself?

311. Seven things I love to do.

312. How does the weather effect you?

313. What do you think of animal testing?

314. Escape.

315. List five things you would buy if money wasn’t an object?

316. If you were a doctor, what kind of doctor would you be?

317. Open up a random book to page 33, and take the first sentence at the top of the page and start writing from it.

318. A-Z list of words that mean something to you.

319. Sometimes I pretend to be.

320. Describe your relationship with your grandparents.

321. As a writer, my dream come true would be…

322. List 3 things that went right today.

323. Trace your hand, write words on how you feel today inside.

324. Favourite superhero?

325. I promise to…

326. What effect does music have on you?

327. What can you see out of your window right now?

328. Name one thing you have always been good at doing.

329. What is your favourite form of exercise?

330. A festival you would like to experience?

331. The problem with being me is that…

332. Today’s fashion inspiration.

333. Families are important because…

334. Are you doing what you believe in or what you believe you should be doing?

335. What era inspires you?

336. A myth or legend that intrigues you.

337. What really moves you?

338. Take a walk, what did you think about?

339. What must I do tomorrow?

340. What’s making you mad today?

341. Write a letter to your future daughter about growing up.

342. List of 10 girl’s names.

343. Write down something no one knows about you.

344. Give yourself a pep talk?

345. When I was a child I didn’t realise that…

346. Your starsign.

347. List of your firsts.

348. What would you tell your future self to stay more positive?

349. Book Review

350. Words that mean something to you.

351. List of things you look forward to.

352. Was today a good day?

353. Something that helped to shape your outlook to life?

354. Write a description of a winter’s scene.

355. Your Christmas shopping list?

356. Events to remember this year…

357. What did Christmas mean to you as a child?

358. What does Christmas mean to you now?

359. How was your Christmas?

360. What’s great about today?

361. Would you change anything about this year?

362. What are you proud of achieving this year?

363. What I learnt this year…

364. Words to describe 2014.

365. What are your resolutions for the upcoming year?

anonymous asked:

Do you have any Faberry or Bechloe fic recs? You write amazing fanfiction, so I imagine you probably also have good taste in them :D

aw thank you so much! as luck would have it… I do have fic recs for both of those ships! And, well, of course I think of myself as having good taste in fics ;)

I have made a few faberry fic recs in the past, and unfortunately, I haven’t found many more fics with them since then? Granted, I haven’t been as much in a faberry-heavy mood for a few months, so… yeah the fic rec lists are the same. You can find them  here and here.

As for bechloe… okay, well the majority of my favorite Bechloe fics are shorter stories/oneshots (which i believe is the majority of stories i’ve really seen) but granted, I haven’t gone through this entire fandom and scoured for fics like i have for faberry. 

Okay, so without farther adieu:

Bechloe Fic Recs

By Redlance

Experimentation - So, about that one little regret… (aka canon divergent from the second movie and Chloe’s tent confession also known as the slowest burn to ever burn)

this is like the classic quintessential bechloe fic, let’s be real. i’m sure you’ve already read it, but… the hands down best bechloe fic i’ve ever seen.

Exception - Chloe is Beca’s exception to most of the rules she’s set herself in life. Which isn’t anywhere near as difficult for Beca to accept as it should be.

Sure Would Be Prettier - There’s an entire world out there for Beca to see, and she does. It’s filled with beauty and music and wonder, and it’s all pretty breath-taking. But there’s always something missing.

By wherehopelies -

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess Is Mine) - “Chloe fills up all of the spaces inside her that she didn’t even know existed until Chloe was there.“orrrrr the one where it takes a fake-engagement and being domestic as hell for these two idiots to realize they’re in love. Set two years after PP2 and mostly canon compliant. Title taken from Vance Joy’s "Mess is Mine”

By Care -

The Sexual Implications of Teleportation - The first time is a complete freak accident.

eliminate the distance between us - Senior year isn’t really going the way Beca thought it would.A Pitch Perfect 2 AU.

You Know Her Breath Will Catch And How Her Fingers Curl - If someone had asked Beca at the end of her freshman year whose idea it would be to do a Bellas reunion tour, she would have sworn up and down that it would be Aubrey’s.

By gilligankane -

reality is a sliding door - There is a theory: every person has a moment in their life where they make a choice to go left or right. From those possibilities, two parallel lines form, running alongside each other; two concurrent realities. Parallel lines never cross; they run forever next to each other without ever meeting.In one world, Beca Mitchell joins the Barden Bellas.In another world, she wasn’t supposed to.In every world, Beca Mitchell underestimates Chloe Beale.

when gravity’s pulling (you’re still holding my heart) - Beca isn’t sure how she got here.Well, she knows how she got here, in this house, with these girls. She knows all about the real estate process too. But she isn’t sure how she got here: Laying on her bed with her laptop in her lap and her legs bent at the knee, feet flat so Chloe can paint her toenails while she goes over the Bellas history with Legacy and answer every question about the Beca-and-Chloe (fake) dating thing.It’s this part of her life she isn’t so sure about.

Song Beneath the Song - Chloe has always followed the music, because music has given her the best, most important things in her life.  It’s never led her astray. Sometimes, though, she wishes it’d give her a little bit of warning about the roller coaster she’s in for.

By sexonastick -

The Party’s Crashing Us - Beca has never been big into high school activities, but sometimes desperate people do desperate things. Like show up for marching band and get stalked by the creepy redheaded cheerleader who won’t leave you alone.

Bulletproof Use of Bullet Points - Nobody values friendship more than Aubrey Posen. (Even her best friend, Chloe, can really only be said to consider friendship equally as important as Aubrey does.) The point is: it matters.But Beca Mitchell might just be the most annoying person at Barden University. (Important note: she most definitely is.) Tolerating smug shitheads for the sake of someone else is surely the True Meaning of friendship.

By eliseboobman -

One touch and I was a believer (every kiss it gets a little sweeter) - “I wonder how many there are.” Chloe says, pointing up with her finger. She starts to count, moving her finger every time she does, and Beca smiles as she watches her. It’s impossible to count every star in the sky, but obviously Chloe tries. It’s such a Chloe thing to do.

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece - Beca is in love with Chloe. Chloe is in love with Stacie. Stacie is in love with Aubrey. Everything is messed up. (The unrequited love AU that nobody asked for.)

By obstinate_questionings -

This World Is Gonna Burn (Baby You Should Stick Around) - Beca really should have let Chloe know how much she hated ghost stories.[Halloween fic.]

By shitqueen -

Silhouettes -  It’s quite worrisome, how happy-go-lucky, doesn’t know the meaning of boundaries, across-neighbour Chloe Beale doesn’t bother her.  She doesn’t dwell on it though, she just continues on with life and focuses on what’s in front of her. Like, giving Jesse his Chinese food and pushing his legs off her sofa.(or: beca thinks everything is perfect, then chloe moves in across from her. being domestic as hell and secretly in love with each other for two years  come after.)

oh the habits of my heart - Listen, Beca’s not gay.She’s, like, only mildly attracted to German blondes. And, like, half-ish attracted to weirdo redheads with no knowledge on boundaries and how to respect them. So, yeah. Beca’s not gay.

By novel_concept26 -

Storytellers and Legends - Dr. Mitchell has the habit of kicking off his classes with personal stories: stories about a girl so outrageous, she couldn’t possibly be real. At least, that’s what Chloe always told herself. 

(Accidentally) Taking Aim - For Kay’s prompt: “At Barden, the acapella groups are naturally drawn to understanding the world through music. It’s the language they speak, from toners to aca-children, but most of all in the harmonies they make with their mouths. So is it really any wonder that Chloe is falling so hard when Beca is wooing her with her music, even if it’s completely by accident?”

Secrecy - Chloe and Aubrey are best friends; always have been, always will be. Which is what makes this whole thing so weird. Because, see, best friends don’t keep secrets from each other. Most of the time.

Some Kind of Home - Home is where the heart is; Chloe is just better at following hers than most people. Not that Beca gets that at all.

By reliquiaen -

I Am Not Worthy (Not Worthy of This) - Prompt: “I found your tumblr but you don’t know and urg now you’re posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that me.”  Got waaaay out of hand.

Jesse’s Girl - “It’s an inner monologue of curses and other assorted expletives coupled with self-derogatory slurs that’s been skipping scratchily through her head for the past ten minutes.” - AU

By lismicro -

this love ain’t enough to leave you - On a one-way trip to Los Angeles, aspiring DJ Beca Mitchell doesn’t expect her world to change. Enter Chloe Beale, photographer and journalist, who doesn’t know how to make hers stand still.

By mooosicaldreamz -

mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel (we got the gift of melody) - Beca is an up and coming producer, Chloe Beale is pop’s newest princess. This is the story of how they fall in love.

By echo_wolf -

Something You Want, Something You Need - Beca Mitchell’s not really sure how, but a copper-haired Cocker Spaniel (who walked into her bathroom while she was singing in the shower) managed to change her life and give her Chloe Beale.  Or the story of how DJ-just-moved-in-down-the-hall Beca and  travelling-private-music-instructor Chloe succeed to be disgustingly domestic with a dog and 5000 miles distance.

By galpalkru -

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - If you drunkenly sleep with your best friend, you’re both just supposed to pretend that you don’t remember, right? Even if you know that she knows that you know that she knows. Yeah.Or the one where Beca and Chloe sleep together and refuse to be the first to admit that they both remember everything.

By lamachine -

embrace the weirdness -  She was working for a sex line. Chloe was a phone sex operator.  Okay. That one, Beca needed time to process.

By theamberissubtle -

Aca-awkward - Chloe gets caught sexting in class by a lecturer who also happens to be the unsuspecting father of her girlfriend.

By chloebeale -

All Apologies - Beca can’t believe it when her gorgeous redheaded neighbor shows up on her doorstep. When she starts crying, admitting that she’s run over what she thinks is Beca’s cat, she doesn’t have the heart to tell her that the feline belongs to the old man next door. And when Chloe locks her keys in her car, she can’t help but invite her in. But even Beca doesn’t expect what happens next.

OH MY GOD I COULD KEEP GOING WHY DO I READ SO MUCH FANFIC
I’ll stop there for now… I hope you enjoy!

Make Me Cry

Originally posted by hartshoney


Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Request: “39 – Clay Jensen”

Prompt:

39. “I’m just tired.”

Word count: 1.576

Posted: 21st of May 2017

A/N: Another Clay imagine! I hope that you are liking my imagines and I hope that you keep on supporting me. I am trying to write as many imagines as I could since I’m having my training period next week. Updating might be slow, because I will be working and I won’t have my laptop with me. I will do my best to write every request and, hopefully, I can post them soon. I hope you understand, thank you.

P.S.: I am not accepting any part 2 requests for my prompt imagines, sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: betraying, a little bit of angst and swearing


“Clay.” You mumbled as you let yourself fall on the ground for what you’ve just seen. Your heart broke and your world fell apart as you heard Jessica’s bedroom door slamming in front of you. “Hannah.”

You wanted to move, but it seemed like someone was stopping you to do so. You wanted to cry, but tears wouldn’t stream down you face. You wanted to shout, but it seemed like your voice was taken away.

You were in one of those parties that Jessica organized because the school was almost starting and she invited the whole school to celebrate the last days of summer together. In fact, the house was too crowded and people were having fun, except you.

You weakly went downstairs emotionlessly as the happening was slowly sinking in your mind. You slowly walked, one foot in front of the other as you tried to protect yourself from people’s sweaty bodies. Everything was in slow-motion as you dealt with the images of Clay, your actual boyfriend, and Hannah kissing. You couldn’t accept it, you just couldn’t.

The only things that brought you back into the reality were the loud beats of some techno songs and the smell of the disgusting mix of drugs, alcohol and cigarettes in the air.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Your brother Jeff asked as he noticed you in the middle of the drunken crowd. He grabbed your hand and pulled you near him so he could have the chance to talk to you properly.

“I…” You started to talk and the tears finally found their way out. Jeff hugged you tightly as he gave you the chance to let your resentments out. “Clay.”

Your vision was blurry as you remembered how Clay behaved with you in these past few weeks, he was strange and detached from you. You thought that he just needed some time to breathe before the classes resumed, but now you noticed that he needed that time to spend it with Hannah, one of your close friends. You were blinded by his love and by her friendship, that you didn’t see the hole in your almost perfect relationships with them.

“Let’s go outside, okay?” Jeff rubbed your back and as you wet Jeff’s brown shirt with your hot streaming tears, you tortured yourself as you remembered every scene where Clay acted in that way.

“What’s the matter, Clay?” You worriedly asked your boyfriend when you noticed that he was staring blankly at the ceiling of your room. You were talking about your plans during your holidays together, but he didn’t seem so interested about it.

“It’s nothing, Babe. Maybe I worked too much earlier.” Clay responded, quickly looking at you. He was afraid to make you feel unimportant, but that was how Clay socialize with people.

“Are you sure?” You raised your eyebrow and you really started to worry for Clay’s behaviour. He was silent and overthinking.

“Yes, love,” Clay assured you once again. “I’m just tired.” He shortly answered.

“Do you want to go home now?” You asked as you took his arms off around your waist. You sat up from the bed and you observed Clay’s face. He somehow felt relieved to see that you weren’t angry at all.

“May I?” Clay sat back up too and he looked straight in your eyes to find the answer, fidgeting with your fresh, thin and candid blanket. He knew you well and he would know if you were lying or not.

“Yup, don’t worry.” You thought of his well-being first, instead of making a scene. You thought that maybe there was really too much work at Crestmont’s during his duty.

“See you tomorrow, okay?” He quickly stood up from the bed as he grabbed his sweater from your study table. You were shocked because his energy suddenly increased and your doubts suddenly penetrated your confused brain.

“Take care.” You reminded him as he headed to your bedroom door. He was in a hurry as if he needed to meet someone else. You knew Clay so much and he never wanted to arrive late when he needed to meet someone. “I love you, Clay.” You said as you shook your doubts off, fighting between you and your brain as you defended Clay’s actions.

“Oh, I love you too.” He responded back as he walked back to you and he gave you a quick kiss on your temple. “Bye.” He ran out of the room as he almost stumbled while going downstairs.

It was surely not Clay, because he would never forget to greet you well before leaving, so you followed him downstairs, but as soon as you opened your front door, you could barely see an animated soul in the street.

The humid and hot summer air hit your face as your tears scorched your already red burning cheeks, your still-sober-brother guiding you slowly and watching your steps carefully. You’ve just realized that he was stumbling down because he couldn’t wait to see Hannah that day. You assumed that the change in his behaviour was because of Hannah and you couldn’t help but hate them both, nevertheless hate was a really big and horrible word.

“What happened, (Y/N)?” Alex, your best friend, curiously asked with his furrowed eyebrows as he saw you and your brother. Your vision was blurry as you sobbed very loudly, catching the people’s attention easily. Alex’s comfort made it difficult to cope with the situation that you were already in.

“Fuck Jensen!” You spat as you felt Alex’s arms around your weak body. He was trying to cheer you up, because he knew that your relationship with Clay wasn’t that healthy in the past few days. You confided him your doubts and perplexity about Clay’s action and he was always by your side to listen.

“Clay!” You heard your brother calling your boyfriend and anger quickly sank in your body. You suddenly felt a weight in your chest as you felt betrayed, cheated on and have been made a fool of. “Where were you?”

“Uh,” His eyes started to wander around the surroundings of Jessica’s garden, trying to think of a good and coherent excuse. He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt too, just like what he did with your blankets that night. You already knew his actions, he’s always done it whenever he would lie to you or to people. “What the fuck, (Y/N) and Alex?” Clay exclaimed as his gaze caught yours, seeing the position that you were in, together with Alex. Your anger increased as he totally ignored your endless tears, not caring of what you were feeling.

“What the hell, Jensen?” You carefully pushed Alex’s arms off you and you walked towards your boyfriend. “Answer Jeff’s question: where were you?” Hot and endless tears still ran through your face as you bravely faced up the situation.

“I…” Clay tried to answer but no words came out from his mouth. He was speechless, because he didn’t know what excuse to invent. He was shocked, although he didn’t show it, because he was accidentally caught in the scene.

“I hate you, Jensen!” You angrily said, spitting the venom in your mouth. “I fucking hate you, traitor!” You didn’t want to do it, but someone or something, probably the anger, has ordered your right hand to slap Clay on his cheek as hard as you could.

“(Y/N), what has happened?” Jeff curiously asked as he separated you from Clay, avoiding his close friend to get hurt once again. Alex grabbed you and he tried to calm you down with his touch.

“You fucking ask him, Jeff! You fucking ask him.” You thrusted Alex’s hand off your arm harshly and you started to run away from them, trying to escape from the horrible situation that you were in. The situation hit you as if it was a truck and it broke every inch of you, not just your heart, but also your mind and your soul.

“(Y/N)!” Clay called you as he tried to stop you from running, still bearing with the painful slap that you gave him. He wanted to explain, even though he knew that it would be useless.

“Just go and kiss Hannah once again, it seemed like you had fun in that room.” You shouted back and you saw your brother’s aura became black as soon as he understood the situation. He was wrapped in anger, because Clay hurt you and he promised that he would never do it. “You did nothing but to make me cry in these disgusting days. I hope you are happy now.”

You stood there as you observed the most important boys in your life from afar. You cried as you bear with your broken heart. “Jensen, I am giving up this time.”

“(Y/N), please listen to me first!” Clay followed you and grabbed your hand.

“No, Clay,” You shook your head as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand. “because all you ever did when I needed you the most was to make me cry.”

He broke you and you couldn’t stand to hear his dirty lies anymore. You never hated him like you did that night and you thought that it was finally the time that you gave yourself a value and some respect. You needed to give him up, because Clay couldn’t keep on making you cry, nevertheless the powerful and strong love that you felt for him.


On Tonight's Survivor:

I am a transgender woman, only out to a couple family members and all of you online. I’m pre-transition but about to start, which is to say that I have not yet begun to know the struggles I will likely go through in life to be myself.

On tonight’s episode of Survivor: Game Changers (Season 34!), a closeted trans-man named Zeke was outed, both publicly and on the show, by a fellow contestant at Tribal Council. This contestant, Jeff Varner, was likely to be eliminated from the game and announced to the tribe that Zeke was trans, ostensibly as a ploy to make people distrust Zeke.

The initial response by both Zeke’s fellow tribemates and the host Jeff Probst was stunned silence followed by intense anger and sadness directed at Varner. All five tribemates lambasted Varner as Zeke sat in shock.

My reaction was the same as Zeke’s. I couldn’t believe that someone I had watched on my local news for years, someone who I had loved on two previous seasons, someone who was an openly gay man, could do something so mindlessly cruel to another person. I expect those type of comments from ignorant assholes and spineless politicians, but certainly not from someone like Jeff Varner. I also realize that Varner surely regretted saying it once the words actually came out, but that doesn’t undo his actions. I know I have said stupid things in my life, but I can’t say I’ve ever stooped that low as an adult.

Despite all of this, somehow the overall feeling I have tonight is joy. Something so tragic could’ve left me feeling shaken and sad, but the way Zeke turned the moment into a beautiful one amazes me the more I think about it.

After regaining his composure at Tribal Council, Zeke found the strength to say this:

“Being trans and transitioning, it’s a long process, it’s a very difficult process, and there are people who know. But then I sort of got to the point where I stopped telling people, because when people know that about you, that’s sort of who you are. There are questions people ask, people who want to know about your life, they want to know about this and that, and it sort of overwhelms everything else that they know about you. You’re no longer Zeke, you’re ‘the trans person’.

I think I’ve been fortunate to play Survivor as long as I’ve been playing it and not have that label, and one of the reasons I didn’t want to lead with that is that I didn’t want to be ‘the Trans Survivor Player’, I wanted to be Zeke, the Survivor player. And I feel like I am! So I’m okay. I knew someone might pick up on it or it might be revealed, so I am prepared to talk about it, to have it be a part of my Survivor experience. It’s kind of crappy the way it’s happened, but, you know.

'Metamorphosis’ is the word of the episode, and I feel like I’ve seen such a metamorphosis of myself over the past 52 days I’ve played Survivor. I don’t know if the scared kid who hit the mat in the marooning of (Season) 33 would be as calm as I am right now, but I’ve started two fires with just bamboo, I’ve won challenges, I’ve been part of blindsides, I’ve done all kinds of crazy stuff and I am a changed, stronger, better man today than I was then. So you know what Varner, it was really not cool, but you know, I’m fine.

You know Jeff, I’m certainly not anyone who should be a role model for anybody else, but maybe there’s someone who’s a Survivor fan, and me being out on the show helps him, or helps her, or helps someone else, and so maybe this will lead to a greater good.”

As incredible as it was to hear these words delivered so eloquently by Zeke, and on national television no less, it was the words from another tribemate that amazed me the most.

Sarah, a conservative cop on the tribe, was the most reserved person at Tribal Council while the chaos caused by Varner’s words unfolded behind her, sitting deep in contemplation. What she finally said blew me away.

“I’m just thankful that I got to know Zeke for who Zeke is. I’ve been with him for the last eighteen days, and he’s, like, super kick-ass. I’m from the Midwest and I come from a very conservative background, so it’s not very diverse when it comes to a lot of gay and lesbian and transgender things like that. So I’m not as exposed to it as much as most of these people are, and the fact that I can love this guy so much, and it doesn’t change anything for me, it makes me realize that I’ve grown huge as a person.

Of course we want to come away with the million dollars, but the metamorphosis that I’ve even made as a person that I didn’t realize until this minute is invaluable. I’m sorry it came out that way, but I’m glad it did. I’m so glad I got to know you for Zeke, and not for what you were afraid of us knowing you as, and I’ll never look at you that way.”

Seeing someone who has obviously never had to confront feelings like this so directly, and quickly realizing that she still loved Zeke for Zeke, with his being transgender not changing anything, gives me hope. It makes me realize that most people, when given the opportunity, will treat you with kindness and compassion. And maybe what they need to explore these feelings is to have a personal moment of realization like Sarah did. Zeke, and Varner I suppose, gave millions of people the opportunity that Sarah had tonight.

Some people will hold onto their prejudices regardless and demonize Zeke to fit their worldview. Perhaps they’ll never become accepting of LGBTQ people, or maybe it will take someone directly in their life coming out to change. But I know that some people watching tonight, who rooted for Zeke every week not knowing he was trans, are spending tonight reconsidering their values. That’s progress. And what a beautiful thing it is.

On a personal level, the handling of this moment by both Jeff Probst and the producers/editors involved in it make me proud to be a “superfan” of this show. It could have gone haywire and turned into a purely rotten situation, but instead became a truly important focus on what it means to be true to yourself in this world. I have always wanted to be on this show, roughing it in the rain with people scheming against me, trying miserably to untie knots underwater because I want to be treated to Adam Sandler’s latest film, feeling the euphoria of making it onto the jury, and even the slim possibility of winning a million dollars. I had never truly thought I could make it onto the show, and coming out as transgender initially made me think that I had even less of a chance.

Zeke changed that for me.

I want to make an audition tape now. I feel like if he can do it, and do it so well, then why the hell cant I? I know millions of people have had that same thought, but I’ve never once felt this sense of drive in my young life. I owe that to Survivor first and foremost, but also to Zeke and the, dare I say it, heroism he showed on tonight’s episode.

Maybe you’ll see me on a future season of Survivor, maybe not. But I know that I got something life-changing out of the show tonight, and I’m sure I’m not alone. If eight year old me, sitting there enthralled by the very first season of Survivor, could know just how big an effect this show would have on her, she wouldn’t believe it. Mostly because she was eight and didn’t know anything about anything, but still.

Tonight, send your love to Zeke Smith for bravely confronting what could have been ruinous and transforming it into something worth celebrating. Send your love to Sarah Lacina, Ozzy Lusth, Tai Trang, Andrea Boehlke, and Debbie Wanner for speaking up on Zeke’s behalf, being true allies to trans people everywhere, and showing that there will always be people in this world who will have your back when the bullies try to knock you down. And send your love to Jeff Varner, who made a terrible mistake, and has by all accounts suffered ten times over for it. Allow him to learn from this and become a better person as a result. He will be most capable of doing this with your love and support. Do not excuse his actions and similar actions of others worldwide, but fight to turn the negatives into positives whenever possible.

We can do this.

Love always,
Claire.

hey mom and dad (my coming out letter to my parents)

I debated sharing this on tumblr for a while, but figured if someone is struggling coming out to their conservative parents, there’s a chance this could help. I wrote a letter as not to put them on the spot, to allow them their own time to process it, and to give them a tangible part of myself so they could not dismiss it in conversation.

Please feel free to message me if you have questions or want advice in talking to your parents. I’m more than happy to share more of my story with you.


“As you both know, I’m much better at expressing myself through writing than in person. So even though we talked about some important things at dinner the other night, the topic that was intended to be covered was not. I was already feeling tense and nervous and had put a lot of pressure on myself, and for sharing something this personal I didn’t want the energy to be negative. There was also a lot of anticipation from everyone at the table and I didn’t want that to add to the possible ‘shock factor’ or put anyone on the spot.

The more I learn about human patterns and behavior, the more I learn about how willing people are to conform to social norms, conscious or not. Sometimes things that seem petty can be so influential on a person’s identity and sense of self without them even realizing it. I think it’s apparent that I have grown to the point of critically analyzing the way things are instead of accepting them at face value. I’m still making progress in this area, but being aware that the world’s expectations of me are not always who I am has helped me learn some things about myself that never seemed like viable options.

You have both witnessed the boys I have dated growing up and I know you weren’t all that crazy about any of them. Honestly neither was I- but I’m sure that was pretty apparent. I’d never experienced the heartbreak that I saw [my sister] experience with her relationships. I never really went through the typical teenage-girl “boy crazy” phase.  Mom, you’ve told me with every boyfriend that I’m a heartbreaker because of my apathy in the relationship. The most I’ve been hurt by other people is when friendships end- not when romantic relationships have ended. Of course, many things are factors of my lack of caring when it comes to boyfriends, but I think one of the main ones is just that I don’t want to date boys. And I don’t know if I ever really have, or if that was a reflection of me trying to find my place in society- conforming to what the world expects from me.

Then I met [my best friend, a man], who is essentially everything I thought I wanted in a boyfriend at the time. And yet I still could not bring myself to date him. There was still something missing aside from our personal compatibility. I value how close my friendship with him is and I want the best for him, but I have no desire to be his girlfriend or to have him as my boyfriend, or to have a boyfriend. I don’t know if you know where this is going yet, or if you are surprised at all by this statement, but I don’t want to date men. I want to date women (want to, lol. I’m still alone). That is who I am.

I’m the same person I was before you read this- the only thing that has changed is me deciding it’s time to open up to you. I love and appreciate you and the support you have shown me through the years and I hope you can still see me as me and not as a label. The only difference you can expect is for me to be more comfortable in being myself around you and not feeling like I have to hide a part of myself from you.”


side note: I left this letter in their room then left the country for a week where I had no service. not even sorry lol

anonymous asked:

There's a lipstick stain on your shirt. Jealous and fierce Betty all the way

I’m all for that Betty, nonnie! Hope you like this! <3

47.   “There’s a lipstick stain on your shirt.”

“Oh, the remorseful husband returns.” Betty murmured with venom, violently changing the channel on the flat screen across her that she was far from watching. She could hear the door of their apartment click closed and then the casual muffling sound of coat and shoes being taken off before his lazy footsteps brought him to the dimly lit living room she was being suffocated in and internally screaming for an hour now.

“Hey, babe.” His easy-going smile found his lips at the sight of his beautiful wife, lounging in a loose t-shirt of his and a pair of tight yoga pants, the baby monitor on the side table on her right emitting the sounds of their son peacefully dreaming. “You’re still up? I thought you’d have gone to bed by now.” He popped open the top buttons of his dark blue shirt and plopped next to her, going in for a kiss only for him to come across thin air, as she turned her face away.

“Alright, is this about me not taking out the trash this morning?” Jughead sighed, already aware of their ongoing argument about how easily forgetful he was of that particular household chore. “I know you keep telling me every time and every time I forget but please is this such a big reason for us to go to bed angry at each other?” he tried to negotiate seeing as she kept staring at the muted TV with no desire in talking to him anytime soon.

“Betts, come on.” He urged her to communicate with him, like they always did with each other, dropping a light kiss on the shoulder the loose hem of his t-shirt left bare, only for her to squirm away from his touch and him to frown. “Is that not it? Am I forgetting something else?” he tried to work his mind around any other possible thing he might have done wrong but he found himself at a dead-end, clueless seeking her feminine assistance.

“What you keep forgetting is that I’m your wife.” She finally spoke slowly and in barely a whisper, her anger and stubborn tears threatening to come to surface.

“What?” Jughead spat in total confusion, bouncing his head back to take a better look at her profile.

“Where have you been all day today, Jughead?” she turned to face him for the first time, eyes stone cold upon his oblivious and worried ones.

He cleared his throat. “I had a meeting with Beck that got dragged a little out of our usual time schedule; I texted you earlier to let you know.”  He informed her casually his plans with his manager that she was already aware of, a little more casually and aloof than necessary, and Betty scoffed with a shake of her head.

“You do know that you can’t lie to me, don’t you?” she curled her arms defensively over her chest, eyes turning dark green with fury.

“I clearly don’t have a clue what you’re implying right now.” He maneuvered himself out of the situation cleverly, dropping back on the couch to focus on the TV like she was doing minutes before.

“So then I’ll stop implying and straight up ask you.” She decided to cut in to the chase, her heart drumming violently against her ribcage. “Who is she, Jughead?” she threw in the million dollar question.

“Who is who?” he blurted in a heartbeat, eyebrows knitting in complete confusion right now.

“The whore that left this on your shirt.” Her voice raised an octave angrily, snatching one of his plaid shirts from the cushions behind her and showing him the hint of burgundy lipstick on the lapel before throwing it to his face with venom. “Care to explain to me why there’s a lipstick stain on your shirt?”

“Betty” he hesitated, examining the faint shade of color on one of his shirts with bewildered eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you don’t know?” she babbled in mockery, jumping up to her feet. “Let me enlighten you then. This whole week you come and go like you’re a visitor in this house!” she accused towering over his slouching posture on the couch. “You’re gone all day, you come home late, you shower… And then this!” she grabbed the shirt from his lap, waving it around like a red flag between them. “Do you think I’m blind? Or this stupid, not to understand that something is going on with you?” her voice gained a high-pitched tone of frustration, eyes narrowing challenging for an answer.

“You’re overreacting.” Was all that Jughead said, standing up from the couch to walk away.

“Oh, don’t you dare!” she scoffed while following quickly behind him, his large strides equivalent of multiple of her running steps. “Tell me who she is!” Betty demanded in a hushed yell. “Is she that slutty editor, Janet Marrow, or-or that fake blonde secretary, what’s her name, oh, Macy? Macy!” she laughed with no humor at all at the mention of the young assistant, Betty fuming and still following her calm husband down the hall and to their bedroom. “She is always rubbing up against you, don’t even try to deny it! Tell me her name, Jughead, or help me God!” some stubborn tears fell silently down her cheeks as she grabbed him by the material of his shirt over his shoulder, twisting it in her fist and succeeding in making him stop pacing and turn around to face her.

“There isn’t a name, there is no one, I can promise you this.” Jughead stated with all honesty, blue eyes pleading for her to believe him.

“Like you promised that I’m the only woman you’ll ever love?” she spat to his face. “What changed, huh? Is it because I became the mother of your child now? What, I lost my value as a woman?” she was whisper-shouting now, not to disturb the peaceful baby in the next room, but feeling her anger boiling at the apathetic attitude of her husband. “Because I’m still beating my ass every day to lose that damn pregnancy weight or because I lounge in this apartment all day in milk stained sweatpants and messy hair? Tell me a reason why you are not here anymore!” she whined heartbreakingly and Jughead dropped his head to the ground, nodding vigorously a couple of times, before doing an one-eighty and going to the very end of their walk in closet, bringing back a small box. He opened it up and handled her an opened small notepad that held the date of her birthday on top and then a list of plans under it.

“For this.” He sighed defeated, rubbing the back of his head before focusing back on her. “Polly and I are planning a surprise birthday party for you. We booked your favorite restaurant and all those days we were planning how to fly everyone to Boston without you knowing; her with Ethan and the twins, your mom, my dad, Veronica, Archie, Kevin and everyone else from Riverdale because you miss them all terribly and now with little bug we wouldn’t be able to fly there.” Her heart broke at the revelation, lips opening in surprise at the change of events, as she read his words on paper along with reservation dates and menu instructions. “And then I had to organize these.” he gave her a travel leaflet, again with a paper filled with plans and flight times and dates stashed inside it. “A week-long trip in Bali because you love warm, sunny places and we both, and especially you, deserve all the rest in the world after all those months with the baby.” New tears were now streaming down her face, Betty feeling awful at how unfair she had been towards him, when all he did was continuing to be an amazing partner for her.

“As for the stain, I assume that’s left by Jellybean when I went to pick her up from the airport two days ago, right after I stopped by the jewelry shop to confirm that my order was ready to be picked up in a week.” His eyes softened against her own now soft features, taking every plan-containing paper from her hands and dropping them to their master bed, before refocusing on her. “She came to help with the preparations and then to stay with little bug when we leave for our trip and you know how she sports those freaky dark lipsticks all the time, so I believe the smudged stain came from when she hugged me in full force upon running off the arrivals like a mad woman.” He laughed slightly at that, before turning serious again. “I can call Polly or Jellybean to confirm all of these right now, or if you think they would be lying on my behalf, you can call the restaurant yourself or I can drop by the travel agency tomorrow and see if I can get our tickets earlier, I don’t know…”He tried to list all the possible solutions for her to believe him with a sigh. “I just want you to know that—” Betty cut him off, fingers going to his chapped lips.

“You love me.” She whispered through her silent tears, green eyes turning up to look at him in remorse.

“Of course I do, you dork.” He smirked adorably down at her, enveloping her inside his arms.

“Even when I become a psychotic bitch still from all the bumped up hormones?” she pouted in all cuteness, hiccupping a little around the words.

“Then, even more so.” He told her truthfully bopping his nose against hers. “Even though we both know that’s not the hormones talking; you’re being a spitfire like always.” He reminded her with clever raised eyebrows, making her fake a groan in defeat.

“I was just scared that you were going to leave me.” She admitted in a small girly voice, letting her concerns flow out of her now burden-free chest.

“How can I possibly leave the source of my breathing?” Jughead stated beautifully in a heartbeat. “Seriously, Betts, after all those years, do you really think that I would ever cheat on you?” he pulled back a little to look at her, eyes turning a tad sad at the thought of her not trusting him or his genuine and intense feelings completely.

Betty shook her head to ease his mind. “I just… I mean I still look like a whale on steroids, I wouldn’t blame you for losing your interest.” She shrugged with a perpetual pout on her wet lips, buttoning and unbuttoning a button of his shirt, not daring to look him in the eye.

“What are you talking about? You look more breathtaking than ever, babe.” He rushed to validate her worth as a human being and as an amazing woman. “And I believe you know what you’re doing to me every time my eyes linger a little longer on that sinfully sexy body of yours.” His voice dropped an octave and became huskier, effectively sending shivers down her spine as he whispered next to her ear and dropped a simple kiss against her pulse point, though enough to make her heart hummer inside her chest. 

“However, you being jealous of me, is still quite entertaining to watch.” he teased her with a cocky smirk and earned a smack against his chest and a “watch it, mister” look under her eyelashes, both of them landing in a fit of giggles.

“I really don’t deserve you. And all those things you organized, Juggie, you shouldn’t have.” She ran her hands up his arms and rested them behind his neck, lifting herself on her tiptoes to rest her forehead against his in affection.

“Oh, of course I did.” He whispered, pecking her lips once. “Anything for the woman of my life.” He stated with so much love and devotion in his eyes that Betty swore he fell in love with him all over again in that moment. “Just please, try to act surprised on the actual day, okay? Polly and I had a bet on whether or not I’ll crack and spill everything to you and I really don’t wanna face the life-long mockery of your sister.” He admitted in all seriousness and Betty laughed, head thrown back in joy, before promising him that and many more inside the heated kisses that followed.

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anonymous asked:

do you ever feel like you are just reinforcing middle-class white bourgeois values and selling them to the masses as "normal" with your revamped miss manners bs? like my uncle who's a truck driver got me and all my cousins a $5 mcdonalds gift card for christmas, are we socially inept if we don't mail him a thank you on fancy stationery? i guess my problem is how you're packaging this shit like it's the universal way to be a "grownup" but it's highly class-specific and racially inflected.

I’m sorry you feel that way. Sometimes I do wonder about that, because, yes, if you are homeless then you have waaaaaay more important concerns than thank-you notes.

Your uncle’s gift does indeed require gratitude. If he mailed it to you, you can mail him back a quick note saying you love him, you hope life on the road is treating him right, that you got three McFlurries and enjoyed the hell out of them.

There is no way anyone could write a universal guide to How to Be Human that speaks to everyone in every circumstances. And yes, I am white and grew up middle-class, though I spent seven years right at the poverty line. So what I do is reach out to literally hundreds of people who are not like me, who have had their own experiences and live in their own skin. I spend hours and hours with them, ask questions, listen, and express gratitude that they were willing to share their minds, thoughts and stories with me.

I do my best to really question my own biases — my own sexism, racism, classism — in short, the things that nearly all of us have within us because we are products of a racist, sexist, classist culture. That is not something I can do once and be done with. That is an ongoing process that will, I hope, last the rest of my life.

These things said, I think if you read my books you’ll notice that what I’m actually talking about is being kind and compassionate to the humans around you; to listen without judgement; to speak respectfully but clearly when standing up for yourself or others; to distinguish between the things said or done out in bad faith versus someone who is trying to do well, but not quite there; to cut people including yourself slack, and to buy toilet paper in bulk if apartment storage space allows. I do think many of those things are universally useful.

Finally, if you disagree with all this, I have wonderful news: you literally never have to read a single word I write. There are billions and billions of words, sounds, sights, foods, thoughts, etc. out there that are not my output. Since life is fleeting and no one is getting any younger, I would recommend spending the only thing you’ll never get more of — time, and what we do with it — in ways that enrich rather than annoy you.

ginaisinthediner  asked:

how would a person know if they're FE function is well developed (im an ENFP just lettin u know)

That depends on what you think Fe is.

I had a discussion this morning at breakfast over why some people, of any type, seem to be totally oblivious to what is culturally or socially appropriate, and the inevitable theory was that some people are simply not tuned in to other people, regardless of type.

You can be TUNED IN (paying attention to their cues, their comfort, their needs, and their feelings) to other people regardless of type.

I have seen not-tuned-in high Fe’s:

  • Bring up inappropriate things in public for discussion, in a mixed group
  • Assert their political opinions without being aware of or considerate about the opinions of the other people at the table
  • Over-share and make others deeply uncomfortable
  • Say whatever they feel, regardless of whether this is the time or place
  • Bore everyone at the table to death with a long, self-involved speech, monologue, or story
  • Be demanding and inconsiderate of service people, and expect them to ‘change’ to suit what THEY want
  • Refuse to suppress their opinions for group comfort, change their behavior to be more appropriate, or cater to anyone’s demands

I bring this up because Fi’s are often accused of this type of behavior, with the implication that Fe’s can never be that socially inappropriate, and I want you to know it has nothing to do with type, and everything to do with an immature ego and lack of tuning in to other people and the outer world. You can be a total Fe and still be oblivious to other people’s feelings (Norma Bates in Bates Motel).

Fe is about social harmony and attentiveness to other people, right?

Nope. That is not what Fe is.

It’s a mindset. You and me becomes WE. It’s about the free, easy expression of emotions, and the ability to handle them in the moment, as they happen. It enables the Fe to fake feelings to accomplish a task, and to build a sense of camaraderie with and among others, in order to get that task done; it “mirrors” people’s feelings back at them, which helps the Fe feel connected to the other person; and because of this, the Fe is most comfortable with others who share their values. Some Fe’s become skilled enough with it to know what to say to make people feel better (”you always know just what to say…”), and how to deliver criticisms without hurting the other person’s feelings too much.

It is the act of using other people to accomplish things; often by rallying them around a goal. Thus, the natural dialogue of Fe is often “us.”

  • “WE will do the subscriptions this afternoon…” (even though the person speaking won’t be doing them)
  • “WE can accomplish this if we work together!” (the mantra of every Fe politician who ever lived)
  • “WE can get through this!” (even if it’s really just you who is struggling)

Fe wants group harmony in order to accomplish its goals.

Fe is Mr. Selfridge giving rah-rah speeches to his department store employees, to rally them around the store’s new promotional program and help them all feel like they belong and are family, even though he’s really the boss.

Fe is Margaery Tyrell slapping a fake smile on her face and being whatever she needs to be, in order to survive.

Fe is Rory Gilmore going on and on about her feelings to her mother.

So, how do you tell how developed your Fe is?

You tell me.

  • Being polite and appropriate is not Fe.
  • Self-censoring to avoid conflict is not Fe.
  • Being annoyed that someone brought up an inappropriate topic is not Fe.
  • Catering your behavior to fit in with a group is not Fe.
  • Wanting to impact people’s emotions is not Fe (but how you go about doing it differs based on whether you use Fe or Fi).

It’s a method of communication.

It’s a mental mindset.

It’s a framework that influences how you communicate.

I thought I had Fe for a long time, because social appropriateness matters to me. I tune in to other people. I notice if they are bored and avoid going on and on about things they have no interest in. I don’t talk about things with them that I know would make them too uncomfortable, or offend them. I know there is a time and a place for certain kinds of behaviors and ideas. I frown on people who do not observe social conventions, in that manner, because it feels wrong to me to be insensitive or inappropriate. I used to get praise in social settings as a child from adults (which was humiliating for me; unlike a Fe, it did not uplift me or make me feel good about myself, because I can’t be any other way and live with myself) on my behavior. I was never rowdy. I never caused trouble. I never offended anyone. I never drew attention to myself.

I value politeness. I don’t like selfishness. I do not wish to offend (except when I am angry or passionate enough about something that I can’t keep my mouth shut), and often as a writer, I am very aware of my core audience, I try and write something thought-provoking that is not offensive, and I fret a great deal about how my book will be received. (Will this offend this group? Will that offend that group? How can I keep both sides happy?) I do care what others think of me – just not enough to alter my strong ethical opinions to suit them.

Just because everyone is doing it is not a valid argument with me, and if you try and push me to do something I think is wrong, you’re going to get a strong refusal accompanied by an enormous heaping of Fi-judgment on your behavior.

I remember, in particular, one incident from my early teen years, that one might mistake as Fe, but it wasn’t. It went thus:

Teenage Girl: “We should totally do ______.”

Me: “No. It would upset my mother.“

Teenage Girl: “All the better reason to do it then!”

Me: *strong whiff of disapproval, accompanied by a glacial glare* “And why would I want to upset her?” *insinuation: you’re a bad person to suggest it, and we’re done after this*

On the surface, this might seem like Fe, right? I’m choosing my behavior based on my mother’s feelings. Except, it’s not Fe. It’s Fi. My motive was: “I love my parents. I saw someone close to me put them through hell with that kind of behavior, and I will never act like that.”

So really, my motive was: it is beneath ME (Fi) to act like that (Fi judgment); screw this “all teenagers act out” apologetic bullshit, that isn’t me (Fi).

I have no idea if that answered your question or not. But, there it is.

- ENFP Mod

PS: Cue the anxiety of hitting ‘post,’ for fear I might offend someone, and then have to deal with their feelings with my clumsy tert-Te. ;)

God Loves Tattoos And Piercings

A/N: Okay I got the idea to write this from a post I saw on Facebook. It’s brilliant.

Author: @totallysupernaturaloneshots

Word Count: 1,830

Characters: Chuck x Reader, Sam Dean and Castiel

Pairings: Chuck x Reader

Warnings: Err mostly fluff, some angst, kissing God (I guess this needs a warning.)

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anonymous asked:

Why is Liam so underrated? :/ www(.)billboard(.)com/articles/columns/pop/7743445/one-direction-solo-albums-poll-vote

Hi friend,

I KNOW I have been sitting on this ask since forever but I’ll be honest, at first, I kept responding to this and then kept retracting and, repeat. The text always ended up in verbiage. Anyway, since you’ve sent me this link, it’s good to know that Liam’s been in the lead for quite a few days and currently I am not sure of who stands where since there is fluctuation, as there should be, but Liam’s definitely holding decent in the polls. 

Addressing the topic at hand, when I see people under-appreciating Liam even today, I go all

I’ve pondered a little over this, and I think the main reason Liam usually gets unfairly sidelined could be assigned to one and/or more of the following reasons:

1. Liam’s narrative. Right from the early days, Liam was pinned as the responsible one. For the record, I don’t know why it’s deemed as an undesirable trait because it is not. I always say this and I’ll say it again, Liam is truly magnificent because not only is he A+ in almost everything, he also makes me want to be a better version of myself. I honestly wish I had these inherent leadership traits that Liam possesses. Do you know how often my lecturers stress the importance of leadership values and responsible behavior in the real world? That Liam is naturally capable of maneuvering stressful situations and making them bearable, not only for the boys but also the fans, by and large, is a very very admirable attribute. Like, even in his interview with Rollacoaster, that quote about him taking over because he wanted the other boys to have the moment? WHEN WILL YOUR FAVE EVER, LIKE LITERALLY? 

However, somehow he even got tagged as boring and dumb along the way – neither of which holds true, lmao. People judge Liam’s intellect and wisdom on the basis of his typing style on Twitter, even as they keysmash on tumblr to express excitement? Liam has been handling all the paperwork and business obligations for a while now. Liam ALSO has been co-writing the songs with Louis. Liam’s interviews with 1D have always been funny and entertaining. Liam has excellent presence of mind and is quite spontaneous as was obvious during 1DDay. He undoubtedly hosted the show sooo well. I mean, the list is endless.

Liam’s humour is so sassy, snarky and sometimes the driest, and I love it? He also oscillates between being extremely dorky and throwing incisive shade, haha. I dunno how it gets over the heads of so many, ahem, smart fans. Then again, that the beauty. Imagine getting playfully dragged by Liam… AAAH! (whichever drag you thought of is the correct answer)

2. Liam’s position in the band, musically. Now, I know this is a continual debate and obviously everyone is going to fight on who is the best off 1D, and obviously everyone would choose their fave, but I’m willing to fight anyone who dares call Liam’s voice “boring” or any of the illogical things they come up with. I bet you these are the very people who go all 2+2 = Europe, I mean???

Liam has always been the fulcrum of the band. There is no questioning one’s choice and likes and preferences but if you describe Liam as someone who doesn’t have superior talent, my dude, my bro, my mate…. Carry on with the delusions, I guess. 

Liam’s voice is a treasure, Liam is one of the strongest yet one of the most underrated Baritones in music today. That has a lot to do with his branding whilst in 1D. Now, in no means am I an expert and I don’t claim to be one either, but it hardly takes rocket science to discern that One Direction’s sound was structured around everyone’s voices but Liam’s, or at best, the least around him. I once read a post and I wish I could find it so I’d link it here. It essentially points out how it is worth considering that we never got to listen to Liam hit the same notes as he did during his second audition at the X Factor. Hmm, wonder why….. 

There’s been a lot of fuckery involving the solo duration, with Liam’s verses regressing in duration, but that’s not all. Liam had less time on melodies and more on harmonies (specifically backing harmonies) and that’s probably another reason as to why if you listen to the songs clearly, Liam is doing a lot – in most of the songs – but you hardly ever register that because that’s exactly what the intent is: to render his backing harmonies as backing harmonies. There’s hardly any emphasis on his net contribution to every track. 

Then there’s this huge issue with the fandom and the songwriting and crediting all of the Lilo songs to Louis. I get that Liam himself acknowledges Louis as a very creative co-songwriter and I am not taking that away from our Tommo, never. But all these lines that the fandom cry and fond over and sing praises for? What if those were created by Liam and not Louis? This fandom is so repulsive, lmao. 

Coming back to 1D’s production, how often do you come across pop artists who sound better live than they do on edited polished pieces of recorded studio version? I hardly do. I personally believe Liam has that beautiful voice that no studio recorded version could do absolute justice to and yes, the real sparks of goosebumps prickle your skin fully when you listen to Liam live, yet there’s something deeply wrong if Liam hits all those brilliant notes by improvising on stage and yet hardly gets the chance to do it on the album. I think this is why I personally cherish Never Enough, it’s the closest we’ve come, really. 

3. The fandom and the various sects. There is no denying that there is abject inequality with the way the boys are treated within the fandom, by their so called fans, and this reflects in the way the media handles the boys, too.

I distinctly recall when a year back when I was just venturing into the fandom, I was hardly what you’d call a fan. I saw the BBMA video where Liam dedicates the award to Zayn, the comments were inundated on how Liam didn’t have to be “Extra” and the others went on and on about how all of 1D are so sweet, thanking Zayn and all. I posted a comment chiding the fans because, honestly, what even? NOT ALL BOYS, ONLY LIAM. Smh.

The sooner people stop this imbalance wherein they pounce on Liam for every slip up and credit all the boys for something wonderful that Liam independently is responsible for, the better, tbh. I love all 5, but no, some great things are all Liam’s doing and that needs to be highlighted, tbh.

There’s also probably something to do with how Liam is always expressing his happiness and concern so openly that gets the fans to react the way they do, I suppose? I don’t know how valid a reason this is with how people have been absolutely repugnant, but that’s also something, I guess.

Liam Payne is one of my most favourite people in the Universe and I know I hardly know him, but I think at the core of it, Liam’s true earnest self emanates in specks and flashes and if you’ve managed to capture that, you’d know Liam is a gem. 

P.S. This did end up in absolute verbiage, I am sorry…..

Permanent. (Tom Holland.)

Requested – No and yes. Guys, this is it! Tattoo Artist Tom ready to fuck you guys up. By the way, I am so late with this. 

Prompt – Finally deciding to take a risk in your life, you get a tattoo and possibly an unexpected lover. 

Warning – Feels. So much feels you’ll probably want Tom to actually be a tattoo artist. (I was listening to Tattoo by Jordin Sparks as I was writing this. It doesn’t really go with the story line, but it was nice to listen to.) 

Words – 1,309.

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Tattoos are permanent. Once a person decides to get one, that’s it. There is no turning back unless they want to endure the pain of reverting their skin back to normal. Every tattoo should have meaning; it cannot be simply a random design that has no significance whatsoever. Tattoos will be a constant reminder of a risk that a person chose to take and it should be a great value to them. Small or big, a tattoo should be treasured on a person’s body like art.

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Two Roads Diverged (Seventeen Preference)

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Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood… 

(A/N: this idea was brought to me a long ass time ago, and I’ve had the word doc saved forever, just waiting to work on it. I read Divergent (as my mandatory book for grade 9 english) and I actually really liked it, but the movie absolutely ruined it for me. so I never bothered to read past the first book. but this does give me quite a good prerequisite knowledge to do this (even though I read it a long time ago) and it made doing this quite enjoyable. I also said that there was only 1 Divergent out of the bunch, because I prefer the headcanon that it’s actually something quite rare, as apposed to in the book where they make it out to be rare and like every other person is a Divergent. so I hope you enjoy because I had a lot of fun writing this -Tanisha<3)

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Not Worthy

♥ Hi guys, so this one is a lovely request I received. I really hope you like it. It’s the first time I wrote Loki, so I really hope it’s okay. I’m a little insecure about this one, if I’m honest. Request are still open. I would love if you leave some feedback. Found any mistakes please tell me, I would love to fix them. Deutsche Version auf meiner Masterlist!

Request:  Loki 😍😍 Maybe reader is an powerful mutant (like she can make everything of everything even destroy sun), Thor took to Asgard? And she is very into his Jotun form? (I centrally am) And he is into her, but is not doing anything, because hell, she hot and he feels not a good match for her… And then there is his mother, who can’t stand him not doing anything because she WANTS reader as a dauther-in-law, especially because Loki deserve someone who may love him no matter what he did or who he is.

  • Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
  • Summary. Loki loves you but thinks that he is not worth your love.
  • Warnings: angst and fluff, written from Loki’s Pov, flashbacks
  • Words: 1864


Music and loud voices echoed through the long corridors of the large hall as I passed through them. Staff ran frantically back and forth. They carried food, wine, and crockery with them, and set the tables, and started to clean up the hall.I looked at them for a few minutes. A feast? Nobody told me about a feast and what is the occasion? In the center of the hall I spotted my mother and walked over to her purposefully.

“Mother, what does all this mean?” Frigga turned to me with a wide smile.“We’re hosting a feast, Thor is returning from his battle today, bringing Lady Y/N with him, I’m so glad to see her again.”

Y/N here!? For a tiny second, a smile crossed my lips, which disappeared just as fast as it came. “So Lady Y/N is so visiting us” “So it is, then you have finally the chance to make the first step,” Frigga replied while giving instructions to the staff. I looked at her in surprise. “Forgive me, but what are you talking about?"Frigga laughed softly and laid a hand on my cheek. "My son, you may be able to pretend something to yourself and the whole world, but not to me, I am your mother and I know that you like this woman” “Ridiculous, she is a mortal” I replied.

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anonymous asked:

Hi there!!! (*waves*) Sorry to bother you b/c I know you're super busy, but I sent an ask a while back inquiring as to if you could go into detail on why the red string scene in galvanize is your favorite stiles x lydia scene. It's my favorite too and I'd love to hear from my favorite tumblr (aka YOU) why she likes it so much. Thanks. Hope you have a fantabulous day :) xoxo

OKAY I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER! It’s not personal, you are super super sweet, I’ve just had a hard time getting myself to answer asks lately. 

Okay. So. Galvanize. 

This scene, to me, epitomizes everything that I love about Stydia. It’s every piece of what makes Stydia Stydia but packed into one single scene. We’ve got Stiles helping Lydia with her powers, Lydia helping Stiles solve the mystery. We’ve got banter, vulnerable Lydia, affection, trust, touching– from both parties. Like, this scene is fucking insane. I am still so, so messed up by it. 

Like, first I feel like we need to talk about that opening shot. Lydia is deadass just laying on Stiles’ bed on her stomach with her shoes kicked off. Now, I know this isn’t the first time she’s been on his bed, but also this is deeeefinitely the first time she’s been on it since they kissed. And, furthermore, like… this is the bed that Stiles sleeps in every night. The bed that he beats off in while thinking about her. And both of them totally know that but also Stiles isn’t even on the bed with her, he’s across the room, and Lydia just… makes herself comfortable. Just sits her cute little ass down on that bed and watches him. 

The thing that really gets me about that is that the shoes being kicked off is symbolic of Lydia taking herself apart for Stiles. She doesn’t look perfect right now. She’s stressed, and worried, and her outfit isn’t complete. But it doesn’t matter, because she’s in the bedroom of the boy she kissed a few weeks ago, watching him putter around and try to unravel how to make their town safe, and she feels SAFE ENOUGH WITH HIM TO SHOW HIM THAT SHE’S VULNERABLE. Like, think about all the times Lydia has been able to hide what she’s feeling? She deadass can’t do that in front of Stiles. 

And, okay, Stiles would have been freaking out about Lydia on his bed a few months ago, but now it’s just… what it is. Yeah, she’s back there staring at his ass in red jeans as he taps that pen against his bottom lip. Sure. Cool cool cool cool cool cool. Fine. He’s not gonna get weird on her, okay? He’s not gonna flip out and scare her away, not when he values her friendship so much. He’s gonna be normal. 

And then, KA-BOOM, it’s not Stiles who doesn’t act normal, it’s Lydia by not being able to meet his eyes– like, strong, confident Lydia cannot meet his eyes because she feels guilty for getting him in trouble with her stupid powers that she still can’t understand. And Stiles just fucking throws all of his self-preservation instincts out the fucking door and kneels in front of her (??!!!??!?!?!) and immediately wraps his fingers around her wrist for the SECOND TIME THAT DAY and drums his fingers against her wrist. Then, and only then, does he give her all the fucking trust in the whole world. He tells her that she felt it, and that’s all he needs to believe her. And, okay, how many people actually have ever given that to Lydia?

When she chose to put on her facade, she made a choice to play a part. But this part also lead to people doubting and questioning Lydia all the time– like, she is so used to people not bothering to listen to her, you know? Because she’s just vapid, silly little Lydia Martin, and all she cares about is clothes and shoes and heels. Nobody listens to Lydia Martin. BUT GUESS WHAT? Stiles does. Like, wow does he. Like he superubermega trusts her, and he shows her that, he gives her that faith. And this is a guy who used to love her from afar and has now gotten to know her in every incarnation– queen bee, broken-hearted ex-girlfriend, confused member of a supernatural town, crazy girl who wanders through the woods, patchily repaired fake-confident girl, uncertain, confused girl who doesn’t understand what’s happening to her body and mind, smart girl who knows the archaic latin word for fly and has the periodic table memorized . He’s seen every single one of these versions of Lydia and he’s still down on his knees on the floor in front of her, giving her all his love and trust and faith. 

Except, how hard must that be for Stiles? Because, like, he’s had to pull back soooo hard on how much he likes her, but in that moment, he actively chooses to open that back up. He didn’t have to. He could have turned off the affection, the heart-eyes. He didn’t have to establish intimacy by touching her. He didn’t have to smile at her like that. He didn’t have to symbolically unwind her stress by undoing the yarn that’s wrapped around her fingers. He doesn’t have to do any of this, he could easily self-preserve like Stiles Stilinski so often does, but he lITERALLY DOESN’T. He opens himself up to her instead, and this is where we get to see how unabashedly selfless Lydia makes him. She makes him the best version of himself, just as Stiles helps make Lydia the best version of herself. 

The roots of their friendship, I think, can actually be found in that part of Stiles meeting that part of Lydia– the two of them drawing out the best in each other and feeling the most at ease in their minds when they’re around each other. That explains how natural they are, and the casual touching, and the way it all seems to click with them. It’s like, when they’re around each other, they suddenly fit into their skins better. And the more they both realize it, the more they react in opposite ways. Stiles tries harder to preserve the friendship. Lydia falls in love with him. 

I think this is the first moment, after the kiss, where Lydia fully, completely admits to herself that she wants to kiss him again. I think that if Stiles had kissed her in that moment, she would have let him, just because it would have felt right, and Lydia was so in the moment, so in the rightness of it, that she wouldn’t have had time to me scared of the fact that Stiles wouldn’t be kissing the pretend version of her. He wouldn’t be kissing any of the archetypes that Lydia fits into. Instead, he would actually be kissing her. And, during s3b, that was probably the scariest part of having a crush on him for Lydia. 

If he liked her back, and they started going out and she was to lose him, she was going to lose a boy who knew who she actually was. Not only would her facade be rejected– it was more than that. The real Lydia would be rejected, and that’s terrifying to her. But in this scene, Stiles is effectively telling her that she’s not crazy, that she’s brilliant and important and trustworthy, while simultaneously beaming up at her like she’s the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. 

Lydia is everything she is, and she’s able to safely be that person in front of Stiles, she doesn’t have to pretend anything. The red string scene, for me, really epitomizes that. 

One thing that drives me nuts in Daredevil, because the show/Matt never acknowledges it:

Matt can’t tell when Elektra is lying.

Not ever! And you would think that he would have caught on by this point, but no, he still says things like ‘your heartbeat is always loud and clear’ and falls for lines like ‘listen to my heartbeat, you know it’s true’* without a blink.

Like, at this point I just admire Elektra for having the chutzpah to pull all this off, but damn Matthew. You never learn.

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I’ll Always Save You

Request: Yes! Here it is 

Warnings: vampires, vampire attack, fighting, jerk Klaus. 

“Harry….we need to talk,” You murmured, leaning against the door to your room. 

“What is it, love?” Harry inquired.

“I haven’t been entirely honest with you, about my family,” You murmured.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked.

“I mean, they’re coming to town tomorrow, all of them. I’m going to have to go and meet with them,” You replied.

“Can I meet them?” He inquired.

“No!” You loudly said. Harry looked at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “I’m sorry. I mean, no, that wouldn’t be a good idea right now. There’s some….trouble, and it would be best if it was just my family and I, tomorrow. But you can meet them someday, if you want.”

“Okay, love,” Harry murmured, reaching his hand out towards you. You took it, and he pulled you closer. 

“How about you spend time with the boys tomorrow, hm?” You asked, putting your hands on his shoulders.

“Yeah. It’s been a while since I’ve seen them. Maybe we’ll go to the pub,” Harry replied.

“That sounds like fun. Tell them I said hi?” You inquired.

“I will,” Harry replied. The two of you went to bed soon afterwards, Harry holding you close.

You awoke early the next morning, and quietly got out of bed, not wanting to wake Harry. You went downstairs and began to brew coffee, before setting out a mug for him.

“Morning, love,” Harry sleepily said, coming up behind you and putting his arms around your waist.

“Morning, Harry,” You replied, turning to face him. “How’d you sleep?”

“I slept wonderfully,” Harry said, leaning his head against your shoulder. “Your coffee smells amazing.”

“Help yourself. It’s just about done,” You said, gesturing towards the pot. “I’m going to be going out after I get changed. I’ll see you later this afternoon?”

“Sure, love,” Harry said, pouring coffee into his mug. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“You’re welcome,” You said, starting up the stairs. You quickly showered and changed, before calling out to Harry that you were leaving.

“I’ll see you, love!” Harry called. You got into your car, and began the drive towards Damon and Stefan, your cousins, house. You knocked on the door when you got there, and Stefan opened it.

“(Y/N), how nice to see you. Come in,” Stefan said, stepping back. You walked into the house, and went straight to the living room. Damon was there, pouring himself some whiskey.

“(Y/N)!” Damon exclaimed, holding out his arms. You rolled your eyes slightly, and walked towards him. He pulled you in, holding you close for a moment. “You should come visit more often, cousin.”

“You know why I can’t, Damon,” You murmured. “Harry’s already too curious about the family that is coming in to town today. Imagine if I told him that I was coming to visit my family who lives just outside of town. He’d want to meet you, then there’s the risk of him finding out about us, and if he finds out, I’m sure that he’ll leave me.”

“(Y/N), he wouldn’t find out. We’ve kept the secret for hundreds of years.” Damon replied.

“Except for that one time. Remember? They were going to burn you at the stake.” You said.

“A slight inconvenience.” Damon said, smiling.

“When did Elijah, Klaus, Kol and Rebecca say they would get here?” You asked.

“They should be here at any moment,” Damon replied.

“Okay.” You said, biting your lower lip. You weren’t sure about seeing all of them again, especially Klaus. Things had been a bit tumultuous the last time you’d seen him, and you weren’t eager to relive that argument again. He didn’t appreciate that you were dating Harry, who was mortal, and had no idea about the world you were a part of. Even worse, in Klaus’s eyes, was that Harry was well known, and if anything happened to him, it would be catastrophic for all of you. A knock came at the door, interrupting your musing, and you heard Stefan greeting Elijah and his siblings. They came into the living room, and took seats on the couch.

“Hello, (Y/N),” Elijah said, nodding solemnly at you. The rest of them greeted at you as well, and the meeting began.

—–

Harry picked up his phone, hastily dialing Niall’s number. He heard the sound of the shower starting, and hoped that, along with that you were upstairs, would cover the sound of the conversation.

“Harry? What’s up?” Niall inquired.

“Something’s up with (Y/N),” Harry replied. “I started to ask her if I could meet her family that’s coming into town today, and she got really upset, and defensive. I want to make sure she’s okay. Will you come with me?”

“Of course. When do you want to meet?” Niall asked.

“Be here in ten?” Harry inquired.

“Sure thing,” Niall replied. You left soon afterwards, and Harry followed shortly, getting into Niall’s car. They followed behind slowly, watching until you pulled off into a long driveway. Niall stopped the car on the other side, and the two of them sat there, waiting to see if you’d come back out. When you didn’t, and another car pulled in, they decided to get out. They walked carefully through the woods, careful to keep out of sight of the driveway. They stopped when they reached the edge of the woods, and saw a large house.

“Wow,” Niall murmured.

“What is this place?” Harry inquired. They looked around, before creeping towards the front of the house. They crouched underneath an open window, Harry cautiously peering into the room. He saw you, and several other people seated on couches and in arm chairs.

—-

“So, (Y/N), are you still dating that mortal?” Klaus inquired.

“You already know the answer to that, Klaus. I still am, of course, and he has a name. Harry.”  You snapped.

“I know the boy’s name. I’m just wondering why you, someone who is hundreds of years old, would waste your time on him,” Klaus snarled.

“Because I love him!” You angrily said, pushing yourself off the couch.

“But would he love you, if he knew what you are? Would he love you, knowing that you’re a vampire?” Klaus said, smirking.

“Is this why you came here, Klaus? To taunt (Y/N)?” Stefan inquired.

“No, it’s not,” Elijah interjected. “Klaus has managed to anger another vampire. A powerful vampire. We would appreciate your help.”

“Who did you anger?” You inquired, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“His name is Dominic,” Rebecca said. “He’s out for Klaus’s blood-and the blood of anyone related to him.”

“Great. How are we going to find him?” You asked.

“He’ll be tracking me,” Klaus replied. “He should be here in a few hours.”

—-

Harry’s mouth fell open in disbelief when Klaus called you a vampire, and he fought every urge to run as fast as he could.

“Harry. Harry, did you hear that?” Niall whispered.

“I did,” Harry quietly said. “Let’s get out of here.”

The two of them carefully crept away from the house, hurrying back towards Niall’s car. They got inside, and Niall sped back towards Harry’s home.

“Are you going to be okay, mate?” Niall inquired, as he pulled up in the driveway. 

“I am. I just….was he serious?” Harry asked. He was shocked about what he had heard, and wondering why you had never told him yourself.

“He sounded pretty serious to me.” Niall replied.

“I don’t even….” Harry murmured. “Do you think she’s ever bitten me?”

“I don’t think she’d do that to you, Harry. She loves you. How about I go get Liam and Louis, and we all spend the day together? Maybe go for a hike?” Niall asked.

“Sure. That sounds great,” Harry replied, getting out of the car. “See you in a bit.” 

—-

“Harry?” You called, opening your front door. Harry’s car was in the driveway, but there was no sign of him in the house. Sighing, you tossed your purse down, your stomach prickling with hunger. You knew that you’d have to go feed soon, and that the forest was the best place to do so. You walked out of the house, heading towards the forest. You stepped into the cool woods, and used your heightened senses to search for your prey. You heard four human hearts beating, and shifted away from those. Listening again, you heard an animal snuffling through the underbrush. Your pace quickened in the direction of the animal, but you were drawn off course by the sound of screams. You turned towards them, recognizing one of the voices.

“Stefan, Damon!” You called, hoping that they would hear you, since you weren’t too far from their house.

“(Y/N)?” Stefan called, racing towards you. You saw, in dismay, that Klaus and everyone else was following him.

“Harry’s in trouble,” You gasped, before taking off in the direction his scream had come from. You looked over your shoulder, and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that they were following you. You arrived in a clearing, and saw Harry, being held against a tree by a vampire that you didn’t know.

“Dominic,” Klaus spat.

“Let him go!” You hissed, stalking into the clearing.

“Ah, (Y/N). Klaus’s little cousin,” He snarled. “I don’t think I should let this boy go. He has your smell all over him, and clearly means something to you.”

“If you value your life, you will let him go,” You snarled.

“I don’t think I will. He looks delicious. What happens if I….have a little taste?” Dominic inquired.

“Don’t you dare. If you lay a finger on him, there will be no hope for you.” Damon hissed.

“(Y/N),” Harry whispered. “Run.”

“I’m not running, Harry. I’m not leaving you with him.” You quietly said.

“If you’re so determined to stay here with him, then you can die with him. The only question is, who is going to die first?” Dominic inquired.

“Me. You’re going to fight me, unless you’re scared?” You taunted.

“Scared? Of you? You’re barely a fledgling.” He snapped, letting go of Harry. Harry slumped backwards against the tree, trying to catch his breath.

“Elijah, please get Harry and his friends out of here. Take them back to Stefan’s, please,” You murmured.

“I will, (Y/N),” Elijah said, walking over to them. “Come with me.”

The five of them walked out of the clearing, and you watched Harry go, before turning back to Dominic.

“You want a fight? You’ve got one,” You snapped.

“(Y/N), let us help you,” Stefan quietly said.

“I need to do this, Stefan. You can help me if things go south, okay?” You replied.

“Okay,” Stefan murmured, not wanting to let you fight him yourself.

“Hm. Do you think killing you will hurt Klaus?” Dominic inquired.

“No, it won’t. Besides that, you won’t be killing me,” You replied, smirking at him. He snarled, before racing towards you. You raised your hands, blocking his fist as he aimed for your ribs. He continued to try and hit you, try and knock you off balance, but you blocked his shots.

“Why don’t you just give up, Dominic?” You snapped, blocking another of his punches. His other hand came around, and wrapped around your throat, pushing you against a nearby tree.

“Because he needs to suffer, and as much as you say that your death won’t hurt Klaus, I know it will,” Dominic snarled. He pushed you harder against the tree, and you felt small bits of wood digging into your skin. Dominic came closer to you, his lips curved into an angry smile. “Have you ever wondered what happens when a vampire is bitten by another vampire?”

“No,” You murmured. Dominic smirked, before leaning closer, sinking his fangs into your neck. You gasped at the sensation, before letting out a scream. A moment later, you felt Dominic being yanked off of you, and you slumped to the ground. Through hazy vision, you saw Klaus fighting Dominic, until your vision faded to black.

—-

“(Y/N)!” Harry gasped, as Stefan carried you into the house. “What happened to her?”

“She was hurt. Come with us,” Stefan murmured, carrying you upstairs. Harry followed, biting his lower lip. Stefan lay you down on his bed, and covered you with a blanket.

“Call for me if she wakes,” He said, turning towards the door. “I’m going to see if any of the others have any ideas.” Harry sat next to the bed, watching your pale face. After what felt like an eternity, you began to stir.

“Stefan?” You murmured, before opening your eyes.

“Love?” Harry whispered, leaning towards you.

“Harry,” You quietly said. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” Harry replied. “But what about you? What happened after I left?”

“Dominic, he….he was going to kill me,” You sighed. “I haven’t been completely honest with you. I’m….I’m a vampire.”

“I know, love,” Harry murmured.

“You know? How?” You inquired, moving to sit up.

“I followed you earlier today. I was worried that your reaction to me wanting to meet your family was because they were unkind.” Harry replied.

“You heard Klaus talking about us?” You asked.

“I did. I’m sorry, love, I shouldn’t have followed you,” Harry murmured.

“You shouldn’t have. But I’m glad you’re safe.” You said.

“I’m glad you’re safe, too,” Harry said.

“Will you come here? Cuddle with me?” You inquired.

“Okay, (Y/N),” Harry replied. You lifted up the blanket, and Harry got in next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, and held you close to him. “Thank you for saving me. I love you.”

“I love you, too. I’ll always save you, Harry,” You quietly said, leaning your head against his chest. He gently rubbed your back, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

 Written by Angel xx

(This is very long and basically I’m throwing most of my not-human OCs at your beautiful Elsewhere Uni and seeing what happens because I am addicted to Elsewhere University. Um, quick background based on the universe these guys are from - vampires are a lot like Fae in that they have a ‘true’ form except they start out as humans and then get infected with the vampire curse, werewolves are locked in a time-cycle that resets every full moon, witches have various specialties but can be Really Extremely Powerful (see Lady Stormcaller) and people with giant blood are immune to any and all magic.) Thank you for this, this is awesome, hope I didn’t muck anything up!)

They have an odd relationship with Elsewhere’s Court, a tense and uncertain kind of mutual respect. Places like the University attract people like the Dauntless crew, places where strange is normal and normal is strange, where the crows are too intelligent and superstitions aren’t so silly. Nobody can recall when they showed up, although a few of the professors do remember a time when the Crew wasn’t at the University.

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Alt Chapter 9 of LHM

a/n: hi so i said i was gonna write a version of chapter 9 of LHM by @midnightokieriete where everyone is completely happy and alive and i may or may not have lied about the happy part sorry #yikes

also! some of the writing is NOT mine and is @midnightokieriete which is the beginning until the “change” and john’s letter

word count: 2,119 words

“That’s nice to hear.” He mumbled, looking down at the pizza, “I like you, Y/N. You are very different. You are unique, and I enjoy every moment that I have with you.”

You grinned. You were going to say something, but you heard a yell. You turned, seeing John running towards the two of you. You frowned, upset that he was out of the apartment.

But then you heard a loud horn. You turned, seeing a truck speeding towards John. John didn’t notice the trunk yet, still smiling at the two of you. Your heart dropped. You only had a few seconds, and he was going to get hit.

“John, look out!” He raised his eyebrow in confusion. Lafayette dropped the pizza, realizing what was happening.

“Laurens!” He yelled, panicked, “The carriage!” John turned, finally seeing the truck.

The truck swerved and John jumped out of the way, barely dodging the truck. His body landed hard on the asphalt while you and Lafayette sprinted over to him.

“Oh my god! John?! John are you alright?” You questioned him as you knelt down and grabbed his face.

He chuckled and looked up at you. You gasped when you saw scratches littered over his beautiful freckles. John reached up and grabbed your hand resting on your cheek, “I’m better now that you’re here, sweetheart.”

You smacked his chest and jumped into his arms, sobbing into his neck.

“You-you could have died! I w-wouldn’t have ever s-seen you again!” You barely managed to get out.

John shushed you and wrapped his arms around you to try to comfort you.

The three of you were quite a sight, as you and John were practically cuddling in the middle of the street while Lafayette was still cussing at the “carriage” driver who didn’t even bother to stop.

“Shh (Y/N) I am alright,” John said as he rubbed your back. “Now let’s get you inside.”

You were still clinging onto him so Laurens had no other choice than to carry you.  Luckily, you were only a block or two away from the apartment. The whole way there John rubbed your back comfortingly while Lafayette looked at you worried but still silent.

When you finally got to your front door, Lafayette opened it to allow the two of you in. The boys turned to you to yell in excitement at your arrival but immediately quietened down when they saw being carried in Laurens’s arms, leaving nothing but the sound of your sobbing in the air.

John headed straight towards your bedroom and didn’t even bother to greet his friends, leading the boys to turn to Lafayette to question what was going on. He just shook his head and threw the pizza on the counter, but nobody dared to touch it.

Meanwhile, in your bedroom, your sobs slowly changed to quiet whimpers. Your hands were still clutched to John’s shirt and your heard was still in the crook of his neck. His fingers were laced into your hair and his other hand was rubbing circles into your back. This went on for the longest time, or the shortest. You couldn’t tell. Your mind was still etched with the memory of John about to get hit by that truck, about to die, about to be ripped away from you forever.

“Why,” you sniffled into his neck. “Why did you run out into the road?”

John stayed silent and eyes were focused head, not daring to look at you.

“Why Johnny?” You whimpered.

After hearing the nickname he couldn’t keep ignoring you and realized he had to tell you the truth. He took a big, shaky breath.

“I-” His voice cracked. “I was going to deliver you a letter.”

He spoke softly which was a drastic difference to his normal loud and easily recognizable voice.

You furrowed your eyebrows and lifted your head away from John’s neck, deciding to just sit in his lap.

“A letter? From who?” You asked curiously.

John took another shaky breath and pulled away from you to take something out of his pocket.

“I wasn’t gonna give it to you,” He told you truthfully. “But I changed my mind after I nearly died.” He chuckled dryly.

You didn’t laugh but instead took the crinkled up letter from him. You unfolded it carefully and was about to read when John put his hands on yours.

“Can I ask you of just one thing?” He asked.

You nodded to him, still confused about the whole situation.

“Please don’t think of me any different.” He whispered while staring directly into your eyes.

You nodded again but more slowly this time and began to read.

My Dearest, (Y/N),

When you’re in this constant state of, I don’t know what’s going to happen to me, it’s hard, it’s terrifying to try and stop thinking that way. I mean, we’re here. Under the most extreme and strange circumstances, we are here. We are here, with you, Y/N. And you are taking care of us. You are making sure we are fine, we are able to live another day. You are making sure that I’m okay. Every time you look at me, I, I don’t know how to react. Do I pretend like I’m fine?

Or do I tell you, that I get this unknown feeling in my chest, and every time i look into your eyes, I see the stars align? The world is whispering to me, and it’s telling me your name. It’s telling me that you are the one, the one I’ve been looking for all along. Is that why I’m here? Is that why we came three hundred years in the future, to meet you? My first instinct was to run away, to ignore the thumping in my chest cavity and live life without you knowing how I feel.

Your eyes widened at this. Surely it cannot mean what you think it does.

Did he…?

Is he..?

That’s why I’m writing this down. You, Y/N, you made me into this. I’m a complete mess. When you smile at me, I am undone. I am attached to your every breath, to your every gaze. But the others, the others, I see what’s happening. They are realizing that they care for you too. It hurts, to see them hold your hand, or touch you. Do they value you as much as I? Do they think of your smile, hours after it’s gone?

He does. And apparently some of the other boys too. But oh does your heart sigh whenever you are with John and you are completely undone when he smiles as he is with you. You want to throw the letter down and kiss him, but you ignore that feeling and force yourself to keep reading.

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t feel this way. I shouldn’t send this letter to you. In fact, I will hide it. This is the only way I can express how I feel about you, to let it out.

I love you. I love you with every fiber of my being. With every grin, with every word, with every breath, with every blink, with every movement of mine, I am yours.

Even with him describing how he felt around your presence, seeing how he truly feels about you in ink makes your heart pound and hands clammy. You fight the urge again but you know you must read the entire letter before deciding on to do something.

Oh how in every waking moment of mine, I wish for you to be mine. To wake up next to you, to drink that coffee with you, to walk you to your school, to meet everyone who has had the pleasure to meet you. I want to know you, I want to see you at your most vulnerable, to see you at your best and worst. I want to experience life. With you.

But now, I have this question ringing in my head. Do you consider me yours? Or am I just a nuisance, a man that you treat like a child? Is John Laurens, the man far from his time, worth the time of day?

You start tearing at this. Both because you too want to be with him and because you are still sorry about calling him a child and it hurts you at how much it had affected him.

As I am writing this, I think I know the answer. But I still need to know. I need to hear it from you.

Am I, Miss Y/N, a man you could love? Someone that you could see a future with, someone that is desperately in love with you? Could, you possibly…

Sorry, I am rambling on. You were gone for a while, and I am on my way to see you outside. I hope Lafayette and you had a nice time together.

You wished you knew what he was going to write, you were desperate for it.

Why am I still writing?

Lafayette loves you, you know. I’m not quite sure if he knows it yet, but I see the way he looks at you. The way his smile widens every time you waltz into the room, gracing us with your presence. It hurts, because, you smile. Oh, your smile to him, it’s different. It’s more special. More intimate.

Your heart stops at this when you realized why Lafayette was acting so weird on your pizza run.

Do you like Lafayette? And do you smile differently at him? You could not answer these questions and kept reading

Why can’t you see me? I am right here, I am waiting for you. Just look at me, see me for who I am, see me.

See me.

Ah, it is my time to place down this pen. I will see you soon.

Time to eat that deadly slice of pizza.

You almost giggle at the ending of his intimate letter to you but you remembered what he said.

He loves you. John loves you. Your mind was still reeling at the confession.

Sensing that you finished the letter, John tensed up and started shifting around the bed nervously. You looked up and saw that his scratched up, freckled face was bright red.

“John-”

“You don’t have to say anything.” He cut you off. “I-I know that you probably don’t lo-like me back and, well, Lafayette likes you so-”

You realize in that moment that you have made your decision. This man opened up his heart to you and his words made you feel completely and utterly helpless. You want to prove to him that you do not think of him as a child but as someone who you believe you want to be by your side.

You realize in that moment, where you are sitting in his lap looking like an utter mess while he is wringing his hands and still looking at you like you have galaxies in your eyes and stardust in your hair, that you love him too.

You realize in that moment you could have lost him. Your chest tightens when your mind replayed the memory of the bright lights outlining John’s silhouette.

In that moment you push you body up against John’s and cut off his ramblings with a desperate and hard kiss. John grunts in surprise but surges his hand to your back, desperate to have you closer to him after being denied for so long.

You reach up and cup his face. Underneath his freckles you feel the scratches and you tense up. John senses this and pulls away.

“I’m fine, (Y/N) I swear.” He cranes his neck down and pecks a couple kisses on your neck. “I’m better now that you’re here, sweetheart.”

Even though it was the same words John said to you before, they somehow held a different meaning behind them, causing you to shudder in his arms.

You gasped when John kissed a particularly sensitive part of your neck and you reached up to pull his face up to yours, wanting a taste of his lips again.

The kiss was a lot softer than the first one but still possessed the same kind of longing underneath it. John pulled away and looked down at you, smiling. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind you ear and then kissed your head.

“I think it’s time to go to sleep, sweetheart.” He said as you already started drifting off in his arms. “We had a long day today.”

John wrapped a blanket around both of you and soon you were out like a light.

In the other room, the boys sensed that whatever happened had been resolved and started messing around again on Mario Kart.

Lafayette, however, stayed behind in the kitchen, already knowing what happened in the bedroom between you and John. He knew that he would never find a woman as exquisite as you. He sighed and looked around the empty kitchen before finally taking a bite of the cold pizza.

Strength - [EXO] Dr!Baekhyun Au

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

[A/N] He came home with a sullen look, and no matter how long I lived, I shall never forget that look, ever. Based on a true story.

Medical field, as everybody knows, deals with life and loss. And maybe a lot of outsiders out there who thinks that death didn’t affect the staffs as much as the family does. And logically saying, they shouldn’t.

But no matter how many times you heard the word death, it will stung you.

Maybe you don’t understand much but seeing how Baekhyun is breaking within himself, humbles you to the great creation by God. He takes whom he please, whenever He pleases. Don’t life mattered when it’s short? Don’t we value things the less we see them? Don’t we appreciate things that are not forever, like you and everyone around you. Or this ground you stepped on, or this sky you are seeing, or this wind you feel on your skin and this breeze.

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