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“NOOOOO!” Riley screamed at the TV, her hands buried in her face. The Knicks just lost to the Lakers by 2 points, and Riley, a dedicated Knicks supporter, was devastated. She stood up and began to pace around the room.

“They lost again. They gave away another game! A game that they needed to win to make play-offs! They were leading by twenty at half time and then to just give it away like that? I can’t deal with it!” Riley went on, frustrated.

Lucas stared at Riley in awe, a small smile forming on his face. He loved how passionate she was about basketball, it was one of the millions of things he adored about her.

“You think I’m crazy don’t you?” Riley asked softly, planting her self back down on the couch again next to Lucas.

“No, I think you’re cute.” Lucas answered, putting his arm around Riley and pulling her in for a hug. Riley sighed, her mind still fixed on the game.

“You want something to eat?” Lucas asked. Riley was so stressed the entire game that she didn’t even touch the nachos that he made for her.

She shook her head “Eat? No, I’m too sad to eat. Our season is over.” Riley said as she buried her head in a pillow. Lucas smiled again, letting out a small laugh. Gosh she’s adorable he thought.

“Okay, well I’m gonna go get a sandwich from around the corner, I’m starving.” Lucas said as he got up, squeezing Riley’s hand.

“Okay well don’t be too long!” Riley replied as he headed out the door.

“I won’t!” Lucas called out, shutting the door behind him.

When Lucas left, Riley looked back on the day they had together and couldn’t help but smile. Sure her team had lost, but no matter what happened when she was with Lucas, she was always happy to be around him. Just his presence alone filled her with joy. His smile made her smile. His laugh made her laugh. Just everything about him made her feel something that she wanted to hold onto forever.                                                        

                                                       ***

Finally, after what felt like years of waiting, Riley heard Lucas unlocking the door and jumped up off the couch excitedly. Yes, he had only been gone for about twenty minutes, but even then Riley still missed having him around.

“What did you get?” Riley asked as Lucas walked in the door, staring at the paper bag that Lucas had brought with him. Secretly she was hungry and was hoping that he had gotten her something.

“Well, like I promised to always do….” From the bag, Lucas pulled out a sandwich, a drink, and of course, a piece of cake. Riley grinned from ear to ear. This took her right back to the moment where Lucas told her that he had chosen her. She could still remember that moment like it was yesterday. A conversation like that was impossible to forget.

“Yay! Lucas you’re the best, I was starving.” Riley said excitedly, hugging Lucas, snatching the sandwich from his hands and sitting down at the table to eat.

“What happened to being too sad to eat?” Lucas asked as he sat down across from her.

“I’m not sad anymore.” Riley replied.

“Why not?” Lucas asked

“Because you’re here.” Riley answered, looking up at Lucas in adoration and smiling. He smiled back, a twinkle in his eye as he looked at her.

“So, you sure you still wanna go to the game at the Garden next Saturday? You think you could handle watching another loss?” Lucas asked, grabbing a spoonful of the cake Riley was eating.

“Of course I’m still going to go to the game next week are you kidding? I’m not a bandwagoner. I stick by my team even through the losses. Like I said before, If you’re gonna be in the garden, you better represent the Knicks!” Riley said passionately.

“Seriously, I will never understand how someone can’t love you.” Lucas said, as the two, once again, exchanged smiles at each other.

i found the world’s longest anti regina rant in my drafts that i…think was written after the 5b finale? anyways, i’m very sorry, but it’s so long i feel like i’m doing a disservice by letting it sit. i sometimes get asked why i dislike regina because i’m sort of vague about it and i don’t like pissing people off (shocking, i know). i feel like this genuinely covers just about everything. 

you do not have to read this. if you know this will make you angry, please do not read it. you like her? cool, awesome, i’m not condemning that. these are just some of my thoughts. you have been warned. seriously, if you know you’re going to hate me, don’t read it. don’t do it. i for real don’t want to argue with people, just make my reasons more or less known.

i just know some people might feel the same way and - again - this is so fucking long i can’t just let it sit there. 

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Finally, Mr. Miranda, thank you for making the Great White Way cool again. Not only for kids, but also for people of all ages that needed to be reminded of the magic of live theatre. There is an electricity that’s palpable in the dark of a Broadway theatre that exists no where else. There are issues that can be explored — probed deeply — that never feel quite as intense or real or life-altering when viewed on a television or movie screen. There are human connections that take place in the theatre. Lin-Manuel Miranda has made finding and doing something about those connections incredibly cool and relevant again. He’s reminded folks of the literal power of theatre when done right. And that cool factor he’s reignited is not going to go away any time soon. Just as Miranda wrote about the room where it happens, he reminded the public of the place where the magic happens: the stage.


So thank you, Lin-Manuel Miranda. For everything. Your legacy will go far beyond Tony and Grammy Awards. It will be found in my kids and their entire generation’s enthusiasm for history and for big ideas. It will be found in the considerable number of young people you have inspired, both directly and indirectly, to pursue careers in the arts, in law, perhaps even in politics.


Thanks to you, Lin Manuel-Miranda. I am confident that the future generation is not only not going to miss their shot. Thanks to you, this up-and-coming generation has more shots than ever before.

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I groaned in pain as I rolled over on the bed. The tv had old Friends reruns playing softly. I had finally gotten comfortable enough to sleep and planned to do just that. I didn’t even hear the front door open as I closed my eyes.

“Y/N!!!” someone had jumped on top of me causing me to groan and shove them off. I opened my eyes and saw Calum laying on the floor with Ashton, Luke, and Michael all staring.

“Fuck off,” I mumbled and pulled the blanket over my head.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Luke sat down beside me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“I’m dying,” the boys scoffed, claiming I wasn’t dying, “WELL YOUR UTERUS ISN’T BLEEDING NOW IS IT?!?”

The boys all went silent and I felt Luke stand. I heard hushed whispering and then the door close.

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“Y/n? Y/nnnnn. Y/n get up,” my eyes opened and I saw Calum leaning above me, “come on. There’s something you gotta see.”

I groaned and slowly stood, leaning on Cal as he brought me to the living room. We walked into the living room and my eyes instantly widened.

The boys had made a huge blanket fort and moved the tv so it could be seen. They had a collection of movies and snacks all over. I sat in between Michael and Ashton looking over all the work they put in.

“How did you even do all this?” they shrugged.

“We don’t want our best friend to be completely upset. And it wasn’t that hard,” they smiled and Michael quickly pressed play on the movie. Deadpool of course.

I looked up at the fairy lights that Ashton claimed someone should marry him for and smiled. We all cuddled together and watched movies until we passed out.

But what am I supposed to do?

Chapter 11: the morning after

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After years of trying to forget about your fleeting romance, it had come back to hit you twice as hard. Caught between lies and feelings, you’d finally given in to the temptation that was Song Minho. And you weren’t about to lose him all over again.


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*You reach for your phone; 10:50am. You groan as the bright screen illuminates your face. A low hum coming from the TV on the wall. You scramble for the remote, cautious not to disturb the warm body sleeping next to you. You wince as the alcohol starts to wear off and a dull ache starts to radiate from your hips. Minho had definitely not disappointed last night. You smirk to yourself as you head to the bathroom, careful not to trip on the various pieces of clothing scattered across his bedroom floor.*

[MH] Y/N?

*His deep voice catches you by surprise as you slink towards the bathroom; you instantly become very aware of your exposed state. You turn sheepishly to face him; his muscular figure barely covered by the bed sheet.*

[Y/N] Ah, good morning…

*You murmur half-pressed against the wall to cover yourself. You watch as his sleepy brown eyes graze over you and a small smirk twitches at his lips.*

[MH] Good morning indeed.

*His tone makes you chuckle as he stretches his long, toned arms towards you; hands beckoning you. You peel yourself away from the wall, glad that the curtains were still drawn, and wander to the edge of the bed so you’re just out of reach.*

[MH] come here

*Minho growls at you, causing you to move just within his grasp. You feel your heart rate increase as his long fingers dig themselves into your thigh as he pulls you towards him.*

[MH] much better.

*You allow yourself to be drawn into a cuddle; warm skin against warm skin. Minho traces your side with his fingertips as he attempts to make eye contact with you. You avoid it shyly; neither of you were exactly virgins, but it had been your first time with him. You bite your lip as your mind drifts back over the nights events. The drunken argument in an alleyway leading to drunken sex at his place. It had been gentle to start with; exploring each others bodies and soft kisses. But you’d both been waiting for this moment for two years so it quickly became clumsy. An unquenchable need to be close to each other.*

[MH] Y/N?

*Minho soft tone brings you back to the present; a slight blush creeping into your cheeks.*

[MH] What are you thinking about?

[Y/N] Um… last night… you… us…

*The heat in your face grows stronger and you avoid eye contact once more. But Minho simply laughs and pulls you underneath him.*

[MH] well we can always recreate that…


*You stand there, an hour or so later, in Minho’s sleek kitchen. Dressed in nothing but his shirt, you search through his cupboards for some breakfast.*

[Y/N] How much ramen does this guy need?

*You mutter to yourself. A tall silhouette stands in the doorway to the living area, you turn to face him with a shy smirk twitching at the corners of your mouth.*

[MH] How are you feeling?

*Minho purrs as he saunters towards you, now fully dressed. You smirk as you think about his broad, tanned body moving against yours… the marks you’d left against his shoulders.*

[Y/N] Sore…

*You grin up at him; the scent of fresh cologne and clean laundry enveloping you as his frame blocks your view. Minho places a gentle kiss against your already bruised mouth; a tender apology.*

[MH] I’ve been waiting for this for so long…

*Minho’s confession leaves you feeling guilty; after all, it was you that had run away for two years. You’d left so much behind. Friends. Your dream job. Your first love. But that was in the past… You’re snapped back to reality as Minho lifts you onto the counter; the cold surface a contrast against your bare flesh.*

[MH] but we’re here now.

*You smile as he wraps his arm around your lower back; the warm of his forearm leaving tingles on your skin. Minho leans his forehead against yours.*

[Y/N] I really missed you, you know.

*You whisper looking down as his brown eyes burned into yours. Minho pulls away from you; a cold space where his forehead had been.*

[MH] I missed you too…

*Minho murmurs, fondling your hand gently in his.*

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[MH] Do you play piano anymore?

[Y/N] Hm? no… I haven’t played since…

[MH] …Since?

[Y/N] Since I left. 

[MH] You always used to look so pretty when you played piano…

*Minho murmurs warmly, cupping your face in his large hands. He kisses you softly and lowers you onto the floor. It was as if the past two years had never happened. You feel bitter; imagine if you’d never left. You both wander over to the sofa hand-in-hand.*

[Y/N] Maybe I could start playing it again?

*You suggest shyly as Minho scoops you into his arms on the sofa. He pulls a blanket over the two of you.*

[MH] Of course you should! You should come by the studio some time…

*You smile to yourself as Minho talks excitedly. You rest your head against his sturdy chest and listen to the soothing thump of his heart as he rambles on about work.*

[MH] I’d love to show you some songs I’ve been working on recently.

*You nod peacefully as your eyes droop heavily.*


[MH] what the fuck?

*You’re awoken suddenly as your head crashes against the cool leather of the sofa. You open your eyes surprised to see Minho stood up talking on the phone. The sweet daydream you’d been having shattered by the rage radiating off of Minho.*

[MH] how the fuck did that happen?

*You sit up on the sofa; an awkward silence fills the air as the person on the other end of the receiver answers Minho’s question. The tension is released as Minho grabs his jacket and heads for the door.*

[MH] I’ll be right there.


~to be continued~

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The Walking Dead – Based on past history, this snub was almost a certainty, but with the genre busting win of Game of Thrones last year, a sliver of hope existed that, having come off a very strong Season 6, the top rated series on TV may finally get some well deserved recognition for actors like Andrew Lincoln, Danai Gurira and Melissa McBride. Alas, as if Negan’s bat came down, hope was smashed for the AMC series – again.
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If Only He Predicted Rain

Summary: The YouTube career path unfortunately never worked out. After Dan had moved in with Phil and did the Christmas special for the BBC they knew it was over from there. They loved Phil’s passion for his hidden love behind the meteorology and weather, despite his degree in the English language. After Dan studied hard for his upcoming resit exam and being able to pass into the next semester of uni, he knew he was going to become a lawyer. 
After going down a troubling road, the two finally meet again. 

Warnings: Mentions of rape, some swearing, light smut/fluff

Word Count: 5021

A/N: I began writing this because it was 2 am and I keep seeing Dan and Phil Lawyer/Weatherman AUs, but never any stories so I decided to make my own. It might be slow and dragging but it’s worth it in the end I promise. :) 


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The TV was on in the background, swashing white noise around like foamy waves on the beach. With a bagel in one hand and his coffee mug making rings on his light wood table, the sound of his voice made the hairs on his neck stand up. 

“Will you shut that damn tv off please?!” He exclaimed not meaning to this early in the morning. 

“Sorry,” three clicks from the remote lowered the volume, and skeletal hands wrapped around his shoulders, the smell of flowers and flour, and odd mix and a hyperbole, “You seem tense, got a big case today?” Her voice was sweet and thick like honey.

“If you consider organizing a filing system a tense day, then I deserve a raise.” He swallowed, showing a grimace smile to invite her onto his lap. She was still wearing her nighty, and his underwear from the night before. She kissed up his neck and slowly to his lips, drawing in a deep long drag that was still hungover from last night. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” He broke the kiss and took another sip of his coffee. 

She got off him and bounced her way to the sink, letting the light shine in through the window. “I was going to shower with you but you were too fast for kitten.” She giggled her cute giggle. 

Dan nearly choked on his breakfast. She was too young for him and he knew it. Being twenty-five and a broke lawyer still paying off student loans, it sure didn’t help to have a skinny, young, barely twenty-year-old dime living with him who was always demanding sex. 

The sex was fine, it got him off on a hard day and it distracted his mind off of things, off his dreams. They were burrowed in deep within his mind since he was a teenager. There was always something off about him but he pushed it aside, he couldn’t figure it out why it would always come back to him but it did. And it drove him mad on the slow days. 

Dan blinked back to reality when Missy dropped a bowl in the sink, “Shit I’m gonna be late if I don’t take that 8:15 train.” He leaned in for the routinely kiss and a whiff of her curly auburn locks. It smelt all too familiar and yet oddly foreign, that still made his heart pounce. He flung on his suit jacket and locked the door behind him with his set of keys. Why did I give her a set of my keys? He thought to himself as he marched down the metal stairs.

***  

The phones were ringing off the hook. So much for a lazy desk organizing day. One call after another, setting up appointments and consultations and court dates, it wasn’t supposed to this chaotic for a Wednesday. The clock rolled over to 13:30, his lunch break was supposed to be an hour ago. Once silence rang peace through the walls of his office, Dan sighed and sat back in his squeaky leather chair. It was a blissful two minutes before his phone rang yet again.

“Yeah Denise,” he paged his assistant.

“It’s the BBC on line one.”

Dan furrowed his eyebrows, “oh. Are they wanting an interview or something?”

“Uhm. No, Mr. Howell, it’s more of a legal proceeding sir.”

He slumped towards his desk, “for what? I’m tired of their bullshit we cover their asses too many times.”

“It’s towards a weather reporter sir.”

Dan swallowed hard. Millions of thoughts sprang through his coiled mind, it couldn’t have been. “Sure ring them through.” A few beeps and a passage line went through, “This is Howell.” He said in his often used monotone.

“Hi Mr. Howell, I’m with the producing team on the BBC Weather and was requested to speak with you towards a legal procedure that was brought up from one of our top weather reporters.” All the words were slipping in from one ear out the other. Dan was not flipping a pen through his fingers.

“What was the procedure you were looking to acquire?”

“Well uh, it wasn’t necessarily a procedure, but more of a threat.”

“A threat? What kind of threat? Were there drugs, weapons, any type of sexual abuse on the premises?”

“No, nothing towards violence, uhh, well kind of. But more of a threat towards the sueing side of things.”

This guy on the phone was nervous. He didn’t know how to talk to people that was for sure, “so you’re telling me that you want to file a report because someone threatened to sue you?” He laughed through his nose.

“We got a call saying that there was already a report done and we want to make sure the file won’t go through to court.”

Dan aimlessly clicks on files on his computer, these BBC guys are always wasting my time. “You got a name of the prosecutor you’d like to charge for an incorrect claim?”

“But sir there was a statement here in our file room stating that she was going to sue-”

“I just need a name is all I’m asking.” His stomach growled. I could go for a spicy chicken salad. Or a club from the sub shop. With fresh spinach and avocado. Mmmm.

The man on the phone mumbles a name and it pulls up in his files. He expands the file and rummages through his messy notes, leaving the guy from BBC on hold to figure out this mess.

“Requesting a diligent charge towards weather reporter Philip Lester for;
Inaccurate weather predictions.
Non-Enthusiastic reportings
Sexual/Abusive relations towards a viewer…”

The list went on. Dan’s mouth dropped as he read this file over and over again.

“Who put this in my files??” He said aloud. He picked up his phone and unmutued the call, “I apologize about that wait, I see the defendant’s file right here as it appeared to have already been in my system. If I may ask, what is the prosecutor asking of him?”

“That’s what we were hoping to find out in court sir.”

“And what was the defendant’s take on this? What exactly does he want out of the situation?”

“To keep his job and prove his justice I guess.”

“That third tick mark in his file is a mighty burden I must say. This file was created weeks ago and surely not by me, the defendant must have spoken to another member on my team.” Dan’s lip ran dry as he licked over it.

“He did but he specifically requested he talked to you.” There was a silence as Dan had nothing to reply in return, “it’s great to hear from you again.” The man over the phone said in a hushed tone. Breaking that third person barrier.

He knew it was him. Soon as he picked up the phone it had to be him on the other line. His heart rattled in his chest and never stopped. “I can seek out a consultation with your defendant tomorrow afternoon how does that sound? We can get the bottom of this and sort out a court date and maybe help your crisis with your weatherman, how does that sound?”

“Sounds like a good plan. Make it about two in the afternoon and I’ll let you into the building and we can have a talk with my team.”

“I look forward seeing and discussing with you then.” Dan said, with a shy smile creeping across his cheeks.

“Me too.” Phil said, smiling on the other line.

***

Walking into his solely one bedroom apartment, it already smelt of burnt candle wick and bath soap. Missy’s home already? He kicked off his shoes and planted himself onto the sofa and sank. His head had millions of questions that were boiling into a mush. He couldn’t pick if he was either about to cry, scream, or jump around the room. Instead he sat and stared into space. Making dots and figures appear from his pupils. A soapy woman emerged from the bathroom draped in nothing but a towel.

“Hey sweet thing.” She sang. It made his teeth clench

“Hi.”

“What’s wrong you look burdened.”

“I look burdened?” He chuckled, “says the girl wrapped in my favourite plush navy and black towel” Dan whined. She took his hand and laced her fingers together.

“Do you want kitten to make you feel better?” She started to lay tiny kisses across his fingers, each time allowed a new tick of annoyance to him but he let it swarm him in a suffocating warmth of perfume and soft skin. “Let’s go take a bath.” She said already unbuttoning his shirt.

He let her do whatever the hell she wanted to do. Kiss, suck, and fuck whatever part of his body she wanted. He laid there numb to the touch. He kept replaying what those files read over and over again.

Sexual abuse to a viewer.

Was Phil abusive?

Did he rape someone?

He didn’t think that his old friend would show up like this, let alone in a case file. A big case file. He couldn’t think of Phil that way. A goofy, weird kid with a bad haircut and a scene phase be aggressive enough to rape someone.

Even then, he couldn’t see Phil being sent to prison.

As Dan’s little girl toy tired herself out and rolled over to sleep, he snuck out of bed and grabbed his phone, stepping out into the hall.

“No, I can’t.” He locked his phone after coming across a familiar name, “I’m seeing him tomorrow at work, this isn’t a domestic issue…but I just want to see how he is…He is just like every other client you have had, don’t give him a bias…” Dan talked to himself as he watched the street lamps pour in light onto his wooden floor from the blinds on his windows. He unlocked his phone again and his thumb hesitated over the call button. He gave up and went back to bed with heat rising to his cheeks.

***

A week after discussion with other clients and courthouses, and walking back and forth from the BBC building and all too many different meeting rooms, the date was set. Dan had to loosen his tie around his neck once he got back to his office because Phil’s case wasn’t going to be easy. There were no felony charges, wrong predictions, or harassment done by him, what Phil had was a hate case.

A hate case that Dan was too excited for.

It was one of those cases that didn’t make sense and was more toward one effecting person rather than the entire issue at hand. Phil had an ex that seemed to be brutal and didn’t like things not going her way. When he decided to put off with the relationship as it was more one sided than equal, he broke up with her. She on the other hand didn’t like that; sent in hate comments and threatened to sue the BBC for the lack of actions Phil “brought” to the table, and the last tick, the sexual abuse was the only thing bringing this case to court.

Dan decided to pop back home for lunch, he had a teriyaki stir fry waiting for him in the fridge that he cooked the night previous. His girlfriend/house mate didn’t eat nearly enough so he saved some for her alongside another serving for him as well. When Dan jammed his apartment keys into the lock, light laughter and music were coming through the door. Does she ever go to work? He opened the door to find the small unit a disaster.

A new set of worn men’s shoes were at the door, articles of clothing were sprawled out over the sofa and the table. Dishes were stacked in the sink, dishes that weren’t used the night before. Moans of pleasure rang from the next room, Dan’s gut was already in knots before he could turn the corner.

Missy was on top of another man, completely naked, rubbing some sort of golden reside over his naked torso. He whined and moaned as she bounced on top of him. Fear and anger filled tears to Dan’s eyes. He didn’t say anything but switch on the light. They froze but the music kept going. Like deer in headlights they stood defenseless with a tall suited figure in the doorway, looking like he could kill.

But he didn’t shout, he didn’t scream or go after to punch the guy his little toy was sleeping with, instead he blocked out her excuses as she buried herself in clothes, he walked away from the mess, away from the action, and slammed the door behind him. Halfway down the stairs he found he had a small set of sticky notes and there was always a pen latched to his suit pocket. He climbed back up and left a note on the front of his door;

Gather your things, take whatever succulent you want and leave the key on the table.

He scribbled as a lonely tear skimmed down his cheek. She was too young for him anyway.

***

A quiet morning was sure a blissful reward. Still in his pajamas he made his way out to the living room and switched on the TV, soon to find Phil the Weatherman doing his daily broadcast.

“Today is bound to be sunny, sunny, and oh so sunny. A nice skin pleasing 24 degrees within the main area, towards the east we’ve got some low winds picking up steam as it’ll drop to about 20 degrees by this following weekend…” His hands were all over the board, he was quite enthusiastic and did little jigs and dances as he stepped from side to side. He clearly loved his job. “The precipitation is going to be really low this week, nearly 25% in the mainland, no one likes to rain on the Queen’s parade,” he joked, giving a cheeky fake smile to the camera. It made Dan smile. “20% in the east, at least a meaty 17% up in the north and the west wind will gain about 32% chance of rain throughout the week…” He finished his report and ushered the reporting news back over to the news table.

It’s weird to think that Phil Lester is going to be in court today, and he was Dan’s client.

The familiar sound of a busy courthouse felt like electricity to Dan’s body. His shoes clicked against the wood assuring power was all his. “It’s good to be back.” He smiled popping his knuckles. He opened the doors to the court room, seeing his defendant in a reserved chair at the table, wide eyed with nerves. Dan planted a seat next to him and brought his suitcase to the table. “Don’t be nervous, we got this. My cases always win.” He said, trying not to sound too cocky. He placed his hand on Phil’s leg and squeezed it more than he should’ve. Phil’s eyes met Dan’s and he pulled his hand away.

The doors busted open once more to see a girl with extremely frizzy hair, crooked teeth and a wicked smile plastered to her face. Her buckets of perfume could have been detected from miles away. She wore a purple jumpsuit and looked like a middle aged woman from the eighties.

“You dated that?” Dan whispered over to Phil.

“It was more of a compromise.”

“For what waxing her upper lip?” They snickered as the rest of room filled with people. The jury filed in one by one. “These look like good jury people. They’re young, they’ll take your side. Trust me.” Dan studied them. A few elders and middle aged men, but the rest were women. Mostly between the ages of twenty and thirty. “They’ll be suckers for an innocent man being pleaded with abuse.” He smiled a wicked smile.

In a court session, the best way Dan found his cases to work was to sell them like an act. He chose a part, stuck with it, and made sure the story was perfect from every angle it could possibly be seen by. If he could get both sides right, his client wins the case and he gets paid for the week, the judge sends someone to jail and the jury get an entertaining time in doing their time away from where the tax money is really needed.

The session went on, person after person, story after story. Eventually his counterpart rambled on so much the old lady in the first row was nulling off. “Amateur,” Dan said leaning over to Phil as the other lawyer rests his case. Dan called the girl up to the stand to get to know better, study her more and find out what exactly she was up to.

He paced as he always did, hands behind his back, or under his chin as he drew more and more information, asking irrlevant questions that had nothing to do with the case, which always led the judge to be impatient. He smacked down his mallet and Dan receded. “How long were you living with my client here?”

“At least two months.”

“Had you known each other more than the time you lived together?”

“Yes…” She wouldn’t make eye contact with him.

“You’re retreating away from me Miss Lucas. I haven’t even gotten to the meaty questions yet.” Dan blurted out, getting eye to eye level with his new mission. “You said earlier that you had sexual intentions with Mr. Lester is that correct?”

“Yes. But-”

“Was there any time within those consensual times where he tried to harm you, Miss Lucas.”

“Only in my sleep sir.”

“In your sleep huh…?” He paced around more, drawing in the jury. Phil’s legs were tapping rapidly. He knew he was innocent but the environment was still nerve wracking. “What stage of sleep would you say you would be in when my client would try to harm you?”

“Uh, I don’t know.” She exclaimed. “I was asleep and then I woke up with bruises and hickeys all over my body.”

“When did you say the last time you and my client had sexual interaction was again?”

“A couple weeks ago, but-” Dan got closer to her.

“How many is a couple, two, three? A month ago?”

“Maybe two weeks, the beginning of April sir.” She started to shake. Dan let out a small smile, he knew she was losing her case, and her mind.

“You said you woke up with bruises and hickeys, may I ask where?”

“On my lady parts, sir.” She was nervous, lying through her teeth.

“And surely your lovely lawyer, who is ever so casually leaning up against government property, has valid evidence, yes?” He shifts the jury’s attention over to her lawyer who is crossing his legs sitting on top of the table, acting like he owned the place. He gets up and rummages through his suitcase, he had nothing to show. “Oh, so there is no photo evidence to say that you were personally violated by Mr. Lester. Unless you would like to strip in front of this court room, then I can say that your argument is invalid.” He states, leaving the jury at an awe and a chuckle here and there.

She was sweating in her seat while Phil was biting at his nails. Dan was replaying the questions he asked him in his head,

“Your weather predictions were assumed wrong, on studies here it says that your predictions were 95% accurate according to last years BBC Weather newsletter is that correct?”

“I guess so.” He giggled proudly.

“Did you consent with Miss Lucas before having sexual intentions?”

“Yes, even when she said no I didn’t proceed.”

“Would she ever consent back?”

“Well when she was moaning my name and telling me to go faster I took that as consent.” The jury laughed, not really appropriate for a courtroom but he took it anyway.

He paced in front of the jury now, their lingering eyes up and down his new court suit; black with grey fine stripes and a white business top underneath. Overlay with a red and black striped tie.

He cleared his throat, “In psychology, they teach you about the patterns of sleep. Sleep cycles, and what stage of sleep you can be  in such a state where you’re unaware of your surroundings, and yet you’re able to talk, walk, and even act as if you’re a mindless zombie out for a mission. This state happens in stages three and four of the sleep cycle. The most heaviest state of sleep, and as we all know REM stands for Rapid Eye Movement, which means a dreaming state. Which, may I remind you is in the lightest state of sleep.” He took a breath and studied the eyes of the room, seeming like he took a complete 180 degree turn, “Miss Lucas, are you prone to sleepwalking?”

“Sometimes… what does this have to do-”

“So when you refused to take your own prescribed medication would you blame your own unconscious actions towards my client?”

“How do you know about my medication?”

Bingo. At this point, Dan knows he has won the case. “You said you had lived with Mr. Lester. Clearly, most roommates are known for knowing personal problems and issues upon arrival. Say, sleepwalking for instance. My client, asked upon the same question, is not affected by sleepwalking, therefore has no intentions on harming you in your sleep if you both had fallen asleep at the same time, like most couples do.” She tries to interject, be Dan has the floor, “While you said he harmed you in your sleep that could have been your own bodies doing, saying that you weren’t satisfied enough so within your own deep cycle of sleep you could have used anything to harm your own body. May I add that even you yourself agreed and admitted that every sexual interaction you had with my client was consensual.” He draws a breath, leaving the room gasping for air as the scribe in the corner looks over her notes.

“Mr. Howell said ‘you had sexual intentions with Mr. Lester is that correct?’ Miss Lucas said ‘yes’, Mr. Howell said ‘was there any time within those consensual times where he tried to harm you?’ Miss Lucas said, ‘only in my sleep.’” She concluded.

The room was in awe, Dan was nearly shaking in his boots, making one wrong move at this point can cost him and he knows that, he slicks on a sly smile and turns his attention to the other lawyer, “No proof means no reward, and lies will beat on you until you’re red with your own blood and betrayal.” He says, and makes his way back to the stand. The girl nearly in tears. “You never denied the consent, therefore you gave your consent to my client. Meaning that my client is innocent, and you’re just a liar who had a bad break up.” He backs up and made eyes with the judge and laced his fingers together in front of his torso. “I conclude my case.” He sits back down next to Phil, ready to pass out with satisfaction.

After a recess and a cool down, Phil is still shaking, “You won Phil. Don’t be so nervous.”

“I’m not nervous. I know I won. But…”

“Are you still in love with her?” Dan’s hand found his shoulder. He was trembling.

He shook his head, “I couldn’t have done this without you, I would’ve lost. I would’ve lied and made my own ass end up in prison. You saved me.” He took whatever last sip he had in his paper cup. His blue eyes met Dan’s. They were still the same, his raven hair lapping his forehead, and a sudden ping in Dan’s chest and an electrifying feeling coursing through his veins. It wasn’t because he knew he won the case this time.

“It’s just like we’re eighteen again.” Dan whispered. They shared a smile as they reminisced together. The bell rang as the recess was over and led everyone back into the courtroom, Dan aching to have his fingers intertwined with his old friend.

“As the jury decided from their recess to talk things over, collect notes and offer a pledge of support, they see the defendant as… Not guilty.” The judged concluded. The jury roared with cheer as they applauded the weather man’s release of a stupid case. They jumped out of their seats and through the commotion arrested Miss Lucas for accessing illegal charges toward an innocent.

Phil grabbed Dan by the waist and hugged him tightly, “Thank you.” He said, Dan could hear the break in his voice.

***
After the case they went out for drinks and got too drunk, allowing everything they had missed from their lives spill out. It wasn’t necessarily reassuring as they were both hurt and weren’t allowed to follow their dreams like they wanted. They wished they could go back in time and start all over, maybe hit that upload button on a few silly videos they made and continued to do what they loved best. That was being friends with each other.

They hugged a long hug and Phil kissed Dan’s cheek. He piled into a taxi and Dan watched him drive away. A lump in his throat formed, not knowing when the next time he was going to see him again. They’re both grown men, they have lives to live, but somewhere along that line in the past was a happiness Dan missed. He missed the feeling of being with Phil, even if it meant defending his ass in a courtroom. He knew that with all the girls he’d been with, all the toys he flung around after drunken nights and many hungover mornings, that he still loved Phil.

He swung open the door to his quiet apartment. Dishes were in the sink, the dishwasher was needing to be run, and a long shower was calling Dan’s name. But instead, he fixed himself a cup of tea has his numb hands ran through the boxes in the kitchen. His mushy drunk head began to sway, and tears were falling onto the counter top. He didn’t realize he was crying until a sob broke out from his shoulders. As he set the kettle on, he changed into sweats and a long sleeved black shirt and rested on the couch.

Street lamps flickered outside the window as he listened to the steam of the kettle rise in harmony with the patter of the rain. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply of the scent of freshly poured rain after a long day in court. As the kettle began to scream he slowly started to steep his tea, when he got out a spoon it occurred to him.

“It’s raining.” He chuckled to himself, until it finally hit him, “It’s raining!” He put the kettle back on the stove, grabbed his phone off the bed and threw on his slippers. He rushed down the stairs of his complex to bust open the door to feel rain his head and shoulders. He stuck out his hands and spun like all the girls did in cliche movies. He let it drench him, making the perfect straight hairs of his curl at the ends. It wasn’t until he couldn’t stop laughing when he saw him there under the lamp post. Still in his navy blue suit and a space tie, completely drenched to the bone. Dan’s tears were mirrored to the rain on his cheeks as he walked toward him, meeting him halfway in a marsh of mud and grass. “If only you predicted rain!” He exclaimed, gathering Phil in his arms.

“Oh well, might as well sue me.” He smiled, kissing Dan’s wet lips. They ran their hands up and down each other’s backs. In their hair and around each other’s faces. The thunder above was a rhythm to dance with their synchronized hearts. They kissed in the rain like it was 2009 again.

“I love you.” They said in unison, clashing their foreheads together and sharing drunken sobs. Dan lead Phil into his complex and helped him undress out of his wet suit. They let their past collide with the present and their love was loud. Dan knew he was going to have complaints in the morning but he didn’t care. This was the first time in years that he finally felt loved, finally with the one he deserved to be with.

Tangled in sheets they laid there breathing. Just the sweet sound of each other’s breathing patterns. Their hands met and started caressing each other’s thumbs. “Promise you won’t leave me again?” Dan said breaking the silence.

Phil rolled over to him and kissed his nose, “never again. Wherever I go, you’re coming with me.” He let more silence drown his thoughts before Phil spoke again, “I didn’t think you’d want to help me. I thought that when you first heard it was me you were going to turn me away.”

“I guess my ache won over my thoughts and I followed through the case. I stayed up worried about you. Thinking you actually hurt someone. That’s not you.”

“I was so scared Dan. I’m not fit for prison.” He chuckled. Dan draped his hand over Phil’s cheek.

Dan smiled and let small tears still fall onto his pillowcase. Still drunk and overwhelmed, he finally felt happy again. “I love you.”

Phil smiled back and wiped away Dan’s falling tears, “I never stopped loving you.” 

After a discussion with my friend I just thinking about something, She just watch Season 12 finale and we discuss it together and something came up in my mind.

I think it is stupid and unreal to believe that in life we ​​have only one great love! the message that Shonda has given us in this finale of 12 is magnificent AMAZING and probably one of my favourite storyline in the entire Show or TV shows around!

This show is not Once upon a time, Grey’s talks about “real” life and all the struggles, forks in the road… Greys is teaching us to believe again, to never losing hope even if life kicks our ass!! So why we need to believe that after a great love we have done? That we had give everything we have, the happiness, the love and the chance to believe again?

Every love is different, there is just no one soulmate, no only one BIG love, and certainlythe love of our life (we can only know if we have lived a long and full life with a person, if we are grown old with that person, and after 60 years of marriage we are sat at his/her side )


Love is unconditional … Yeah in life we experience different kinds of love, the passionate one, the sweet one but mostly they are always different.

Quoting Meredith “who we are to say that we have only one great love in life ??” how do you say that a person is more important than another? especially if the relationship is lived in different moments of life and brings different changes within us?

How can we say that the past lovers or the new ones are better or worse??

Think about Izzie and Alex. She prove to him that there was something good in him and thanks to her he became a better man for Jo.

Look at Owen and Cristina. Owen loved her despite her thick armor and she helped him in a way that no one could and Amelia now helped him, not judging him for his past and love him despite his flaws like he does with her.

Look at Addison and Derek and then Jake..
even Richard had 3 great love Ellis, Adele and Mama Avery now.


if we think like that… That we have one great love in our life we should not love another person ever… Not after the first boyfriend, or after a marriage which ended badly or if the person we love dies, don’t you believe it??

I don’t want to start a fight but maybe part of this problem is that most of the fandom is so young, maybe I don’t understand it myself but I want to really believe that we are not destined to one and only person… Thinking like this is utopian.

mystique-harleyandthecat  asked:

Do you think there will be a new trailer or at least a movie clip at the comic con?

I’m thinking there’ll likely be a clip. SDCC is way too close to release for a final trailer so 99% sure we’re not getting one at all.

We’ll probably get more TV Spots with bits and pieces of new footage here and there, but I think we’ll probably get our first clip aired online during SDCC or aired on Conan that night with the cast :)

TWD Emmy Snub

The Walking Dead – Based on past history, this snub was almost a certainty, but with the genre busting win of Game of Thrones last year, a sliver of hope existed that, having come off a very strong Season 6, the top rated series on TV may finally get some well deserved recognition for actors like Andrew Lincoln, Danai Gurira and Melissa McBride. Alas, as if Negan’s bat came down, hope was smashed for the AMC series – again.

I hate to see the show get snubbed like this. I think it’s a phenomenal show and I love it so much. Maybe season 7 will be enough for these Emmy judges to give TWD some much-deserved love.

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Contador abandons the Tour de France - Spaniard suffers from fever on stage 9

Alberto Contador has abandoned the 2016 Tour de France part-way through stage 9.

The Tinkoff rider was suffering with a fever overnight and on the morning of the final Pyrenean stage to Andorra, compounding what had been a bruising start to the Tour after crashes on the opening two stages.
The 33-year-old climbed off his bike and into the car two thirds of the way up the second first-category ascent of the day, with 100km remaining, giving an apologetic wave to the cameras as he did so.
“Alberto had a bit of fever this morning. He told us at the beginning of the race that he wasn’t feeling super and it’s obvious,“ Tinkoff directeur sportif Sean Yates told French TV mid-race from the team car.
Contador had suffered physically after his crashes, losing time on the uphill finish on stage 2 and again in the finale of the Massif Central stage on day 5. On the first major mountain stage of the race on Saturday he conceded nearly two further minutes to his rivals and began stage 9 over three minutes in arrears, his hopes of a third yellow jersey all but over.

#TdF2016 #TourdeFrance #LeTour #ViveLeTour #GrandDepart #Porte #BMC #Contador #Tinkoff #Froome #TeamSky #Quintana #Movistar #Aru #Astana #Nibali #Cavendish #DimensionData #Kittel #EtixxQuickstep #LottoSoudal #Greipel #VanAvermaet #BMC #PierreRolland #CannondaleProCycling #Degenkolb #GiantAlpecin #Cummings #Yates #OricaBikeExchange 

Today I finally sat down to watch last week’s Critical Role. Again. Just on my TV this time. ;) A couple quick notes on what you guys missed:

Everything from the Twitch stream was also playing on the movie screen above their heads (on a brief and slightly disorienting delay), which meant that during the intro, the cast was sitting there at the tables looking up at themselves. There was some posing from those onstage and applause from the audience as each actor/character was introduced. ;)

Since the part of last week’s live stream that got lost in transmission is sadly still lost to YouTube: It was mostly twins + little-sis banter. She was a cutie—super shy, as the beginning of the scene indicated, but the twins were both genuinely thrilled to see her again, and they talked her out of her shell a little. Velora’s owlbear plushie was introduced at that point (as I recall, Vex acted all enthused about it), which is why Matt mentioned her owlbear later and why Percy said “there better not be an owlbear in there” when they were trying to find out what Garmili had stolen from the house. Also, like Matt mentioned, the twins commented on how much Velora had grown and that she’s practially ready to be a warrior too. It was adorable but not a huge exchange of dialogue; it probably went for about a minute before the tech crew called to Matt to stop. Sadly I can’t really remember the dialogue from the scene, but I’m just telling myself that that means it wasn’t essential. ;)

After they realized the stream had frozen, incidentally, there was inevitably a bit of mugging. Crew to us regarding stopping for a bit to get things back online: “You all know how this goes.” Laura: “Why didn’t I bring my hula hoop?”

Also, in case you missed it: some notes from the Q&A.

Niall Blurb Request #4

@myfangirldreamland2o16 asked:

Hey! I’d love a smutty Niall blurb. Don’t know what situation I’d like, that’s up to you but the setting: a cruise ship.

This ship was enormous. Like, I’m going to get lost in it constantly, enormous. Holy shit. I walked down the never ending hallway and finally came to a stop at room number 2482. I popped the key card into the door and stepped in. I tossed my bag on the bed as I looked around. It was pretty standard - bed, desk, television on the dresser, decent bathroom. It would do. I never slept that well when I wasn’t in my own bed, anyway, so my expectations weren’t that high.

This cruise hadn’t been my idea but when Melanie had started talking about getting the high school crew back together again, this is what we had collectively come up with. It would be fun, I admitted to myself.  It had been years since we had all been in the same place at the same time so we were going to make the most of it. Besides, I could certainly do with some much needed girl time. Matt and I had finally called our marriage quits six months ago after trying for years to make things work. It was overwhelming trying to step back into normalcy. And the dating world? Forget about it. I was too old for this shit. Not that 32 was old but Matt and I had been together since we were teenagers, so I didn’t even know how to begin navigating the sketchy waters of dating in your thirties. So far, I was failing pretty spectacularly.

“What are you doing? Get changed so we can head out to the pool!” Melanie said as she and Jen walked in. “It’s time to get our drink on.”

I laughed as I dug out my suit from my bag. “Alright, alright.”

“Damn, girl,” Jen said as I stepped out of the bathroom. “Age is treating you well.”

“Yeah, cause you look fucking terrible,” I threw back at her. I took a quick glance in the full length mirror as I passed it by and tried to see what she saw. I wasn’t blind to the fact that I looked pretty good but this whole being single thing had done a number on my self esteem. I felt old. I shouldn’t be dating again. I should be happily married, maybe with a few kiddos already. This wasn’t how it was supposed to work out. Stupid cheating ex-husband. I sighed as I grabbed my beach bag and headed for the door. I looked back towards my oldest friends, “Come on, time to get our drink on.”

The pool was packed. We found a decent spot to sit while waiting on Heather and Amy to get themselves up here and ordered a round of drinks. As the waiter came back with our bloody mary’s, we scoped out our surroundings. The deck was massive. Three huge pools, several bars, a sand beach volley ball court and a few places to grab some food. Not too shabby.

I felt someone watching me and glanced subtly around. I found myself staring back into a pair of ice blue eyes, attached to an incredibly handsome guy. He ran his hand through his blonde hair as he smiled and started walking our way. Shit. My heart rate picked up as he got closer.

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The Day We Met Again

by MsDorisDaisy

The continuation of “The Day Hell Froze Over” picks up with nerdy!Lexa and popular!Clarke as they graduate from Arkadia High and traverse their last summer before heading off to University. Jake and Abby Griffin finally make an appearance, along with the return of our favorites (Anya, Octavia, Lincoln, Monty, Gustus).

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Series: Part 2 of The Days of Our Love



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I have the opportunity to leave the Black Widow storyline on a cliffhanger today and then come back to It so my story will have a new pattern: It will be like 10 posts of Black Widow storyline, then back to witches and then Tomb Raider. So they’ll be a cycle of three story-lines until It resolves Itself… 
It’s hopefully not confusing, It’ll be just like scene changes that happen on TV shows. Feels like a season finale but I’m not even close! And I miss my witches…. I have finished writing my queue now so your getting the last of Black widow until we come back to her again.
I have so many crazy CRAZY ideas! Season 6 is crazy anyway so much happening! >xDD
{ Also beware my editing is kinda off }