for the love of god please play this game

can we end this studyblr ideal that you should be eating fruit for every snack and revising on the bus and studying whilst you walk and learning whilst you eat lunch and staying home at weekends and using every single minute of the day to be productive ??? like ??? no !! eat that chocolate that you’ve been keeping in your kitchen !! listen to your favourite song whilst on the bus !! play games on your phone at lunch time !! meet your friends and have a hella fun adventure !! its obviously okay and good to have a balance between your chill time and your study time but please for the love of god do not let studying take over your life. studying is great and its awesome and you should definitely work hard but you need to remember that your life needs to be lived

Let’s start it off with the one and only, the canon pairing of a sad sk8er boi and his tiny baker: Jack Zimmerman/Eric “Bitty” Bittle!

Ice Crew Please!

THE FIC THAT CHANGED E V E R Y T H I N G u don’t even KNOW oh my god

u read this and u r like: “ice crew au…?? wut” but U GUYS. READ IT.

I AM. BEGGING U. its so fucking funny but also so fucking meaningful and abt CREATING A Fa mILY !!!! and LoVe!!!! and frieNDShIP!!!

p.s i don’t want to spoil it but if u read it message me and ill talk to u abt the part that made me cry like actual tears bc thank god for friendships and acknowledging that shit is hard

the messes of men

this was… in it’s own way.. a hard fic to read (which makes it the best fic to read! pain! i love it! help me!) it’s very very very beautifully written and i hold it very close to my heart….how it portrays jack by himself and how hard it must’ve been…it also manages to weave in how mental illness plays its own role, even once you get together with the person you’re pretty sure is it for you. somewhat painful but cathartic and achingly tender.

until it got the best of you

umm bitty has a big dick. that’s it.

BUT then there’s feelings! and angst! and misunderstanding! (the best type too! u know when one is like so crazily in love with the other and thinks its shockingly obvious but surprise, it’s not!) it’s just fantastic!

i never saw the signs

imagine a world where jack jumping over the snowbank, bringing bitty coffee, going on long walks classifies (in jack’s mind) as dating. so when bitty gets asked out, jack cannot believe the b e t r ay a l! we’re dating bitty! just read this and be happy :)

left the city, my family, my precinct

oh my goodness this fic.

jack accidentally sends bittle a dick pick.

:0  ;)  <3 ___ <3 = summary of the fic

mixing it up

this is just….so cute?!??!?! and funny?!??! and 1!!!!!

bitty is contestant at a baking tournament for the falconers where jack and tater are the judges. at least, thats where it starts off.

tater is fucking hILARIOUS this fic in general made me laugh a lot.


if u about that dom/sub life well…….just know that eric pins jacks hands to the bed and there’s v intense blushing that boi turns red like a tomato and i live 4 it.

eric is a tad too southern for me but it’s the only thing this fic doesn’t do perfectly :))))

something like this

considering how popular this fic is it actually sat open in a tab for a looong loooooong time just bc…well… it’s 285,748 words. im an all or nothing girl as in i once read the entire maze runner trilogy in one night so i had to find the right time

first of all: angst. second of all: angst. third of all: ….. u guessed it… angst. BUT don’t worry, for every drop of angst there’s a metro-fucking-ton of smut and sweetness :)))) ;))) what this fic does brilliantly is create an OMC that is at the forefront of the story and do it seamlessly. this is a pretty iconic fic and tbh im definitely not one for fics longer than 100k but this was a fuckin’ beaut man

rake the springtime across your sheets

oh god this was P A I N F U L but in a very beautiful way??? (that’s how u know the writing was siCK) ambiguously happy ending but tbh in the end this fic is really just abt the unspoken quiet truth of being in love, of loving, of being human just lke Fffffffuck me up

Phone, Please!

listen. i’m not a fluff person. idk i get bored. BUT. BUUUUUT. BUT. this fic.

AMAZING. this fic is all about the details and the little moments that make Bitty and Jack  ~*BittyandJack*~

Bonus favorite line: “Thank god there are pancakes to serve. Pancakes are also very nice, and something he can actually have.”

Winter Clothes

Chowder POV so this is both hiLARIOUS and surprisingly touching. Jack and Bitty help Chowder buy clothes for New England winter. As a person living in New England, I approve this message.

WIPS: *Hate That I Love You plays in the background*

medic, please!

so if u ever played world of warcraft u r gonna love it and if you’ve never played world of warcraft u r gonna love it

this fic is just SO CREATIVE?!?!! like the format of it is B O M B. its just. so good. oh ym god.

(also the name is “medic please!” get it? cuz eric’s a medic in the game.? and check..PLEASE! ugh I’m a nerd 4 this pic

Fainting Psychics and Pessimistic Demonologists

ghostbusters au except not bc copyright

at first i was like…ghost hunters au?? rlly? but now I’m like GHOST HUNTERS AU? B R I L L I A N T.

characters are on point, its funny (an actual line of the fic “Jack sat down at his computer, pulled open a tab, and googled “How to encourage a teammate”. lmao what a mess)

but also theres some mystery and intrigue and suspense and in general this is a Good.

baking is punk as fuck

this is another AU that i was like…punk band u ….rlly? but then i was like PUNK BAND AU FUCK YEAH im a sucker for asshole Jack. i’m not even into punk?? but im into this fic U ___ U

This Don’t Even Feel Like Falling

filed under “praise kink mmmm”

honestly? porn..? “Bitty is the one to tie Jack’s hands for Hazeapalooza; afterward, he ties Jack’s hands for their own private enjoyment. “ like?? I’m not sorry.

but also not established relationship more like fwb but u know and i know and ngozi knows that ain’t the game we’re playing here

around the green and blue

not usually a big fan of soulmate aus but what i love about this fic is the pacing and even tho soulmate aus where seeing your soulmate = seeing color for the first time isn’t totally new this felt super fresh and original!

shine for you

aw MAN this gave me the feeeeeels. established relationship but jack is not out, it’s a bit angsty but the jack perspective is just so gooood

EXTRA: It all started with a big Russian hockey player calling a small cat-loving hockey player a rat. You either h8 it or u luv it. In my case, I Love it, capital L, so enjoy: Alexei “Tater” Mashkov/Kent Parson

careful the tale you tell

Kent has been telling himself a story, ever since the Q. It’s the epic story of Parse and Zimms, and he’s in love with it. // this fic is specifically meant for patater newbies and this fic does an amazing job of showing why kent and alexei just make sense. its honestly a Blessing.

kick on the starter

lmao im gonna be 90 years old and still reccing Febricant’s fics…for real when i saw they wrote patater i was like… dreaMing…or im dead? is . is heaven?? rlly unique approach to how she gets them together and gr8 build up :)))) Bless Febricant

i need to wake up, i need me some love…

honestly? shameless fluff. established relationship (they’re ENGAGED FOR GOD’S SAKE) short but Good

Master List

These one shots/blurbs are from my main blog (@harrysbunshun). I created a separate writing blog after deleting all my original content due to others stealing my work and reposting it as theirs 😞I hope that you guys enjoy my work, new and old, as much as you did before xx

Here’s a little key to go by:

* Daddy!Kink

+ AU Plot

^ Friends/Acquaintances

- Sub!Harry/Pain!Kink

Keep reading

*While playing Mario Party 6*

Lucio: *Commenting on one of the mini games* We are going into Daisy’s heart shapped box.

Soldier 76: *Face palms* OH MY GOD LUCIO! Do you even know what that means?

Lucio: No. I just thought it meant like a box shapped like a heart, possibly containing chocolates.

*some time later*

Lucio: Can you please tell me what it means?

Soldier 76: *Shouts* IT MEANS VAGINA!

So Much More

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader


Summary: The Whisper Challenge is the stupidest thing to exist.

Warnings: Cursing, because we all know I can’t contain myself.


A/N: Jesus Christ, I’m literally garbage. Here I am, take me away, throw me into the dumpster. Or better yet, an incinerator. This is dumb. It’s trash. Also, I sat down in front of my piano to write something for this and I’m mad at myself because IT’S MISSING SO MANY PIECES AND I’M NOT OKAY WITH THAT. Another also, MY FAVORITE NERD IN THE WORLD is gonna slaughter y’all with the best writing in the world (as expected) AND I AM STILL YELLING ABOUT IT (also as expected) BECAUSE SHE’S SO AMAZING AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH (y’all expected that too, right? LIKE YOU GUYS I CAN’T COMPREHEND HOW MUCH I LOVE HER. I also love love love love love love all of you that actually bother to read my shit like it’s not even that great and like I always say I’m legit SHoooOooOOOOOOK ‘cause of it like I really don’t get it you guys are amazing what did I do to deserve you guys????????



“Holy fuck,” you muttered, staring down at it just sitting on the edge of your bathtub. “What the hell?”

Nope, nope, nope. This was insane. It wasn’t happening. That was wrong, oh, so wrong.

But wait, come to think of it, maybe– No. Not right. Nope. It was incorrect, false, a lie. None of it was true. There was a glitch in the matrix and this was its mistake.

It was impossible. You had taken every single precaution to ensure that this wouldn’t happen. Lin was busy working on his latest work about some lame dude (Babe, how do you go from writing about barrio life to– I hear rap songs in this biography, okay? Trust me on this!), and you were too overcome with the responsibilities of being the new editor-in-chief of your very own magazine. There wasn’t enough time for this. The two of you had decided it was best to wait until the time was right, until the hype of your brand new lives had died down, until you had enough time to do this.

Now was not the time.

Lin wasn’t due home for a while, as his schedule practically had him living in the theater. And that was another thing. The two of you barely had time together, so when the fuck did this happen?

You sat on your bathroom floor against the bathtub and held your head in your hands, wracking your brain for answers because this was just not happening right now. Thinking back to the last time, you furrowed your brows, confused and at a loss for words, and your mouth remained agape for all of three seconds until you felt the dire need to heave into the open toilet bowl in front of you.

“For Christ’s sake,” you groaned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

While part of you was over the moon, the rest of you just couldn’t handle it. Not just because this was all wrong timing, but because you believed it was impossible.

Then again, there was that one time a little over a month ago where the two of you had exactly eight minutes to make up for lost time. It was sloppy and reckless, hands were everywhere, fingers gripping hair, nails digging into flesh, teeth sinking into skin, palms against whatever could steady the two of you, legs hoisted in positions you didn’t know were possible, sounds haphazardly escaping, groans ricocheting against the tiles, names falling from panting mouths.


Dear God, that was it.

You were sitting in the room where it happened.

And now, not only were you anxious and filled with apprehension for what was to come, you were also disappointed that the last time something like that happened was more than a month ago. You were told that the first year of married life was filled with moments of not wanting to leave the confines of your bedroom or, at the very least, the four walls of your home. But no, your first year with a plain ring on the fourth finger of your left hand was spent with the two of you just barely seeing each other in passing, sharing quick pecks whenever both of you had thirty seconds of peace, merely texting each other the day’s activities with brief commentary here and there whenever time allowed.

How were you supposed to throw this into the mix?

You spent three more weeks with this little tidbit kept to yourself, not letting a soul know– especially your mother because Lord knows the first thing she’d do is tell the entire world and the last thing you wanted to do was to tell your entire world (ahem, Lin, because let’s be real, he’s the only thing that truly mattered to you) about it. So you just sat back, dealing with the brute of it all by yourself, silently grateful that your husband was either absent or too tired to even realize what was going on. Sure, a small part of you was frustrated that he didn’t pick up on anything, but you just couldn’t blame him. He practically spent the entirety of the time he had at home just shoving handful upon handful of Cheetos in his mouth, frantically pacing back and forth across the small patch of carpet in front of the piano, mumbling stanzas to himself with a furrowed brow. You couldn’t blame him for being so distracted. And plus, this sort of gave you the time to come to terms with it.

And when you finally came to terms with it all, you were excited because this was happening. Even though it was all wrong timing, (but really, was there a right time for it?) this was still something the two of you had always wanted regardless of where life had you at the moment.

Lin had come home on a Thursday night all distraught and exhausted from some cabinet meeting he had with his buddies, immediately collapsing right next to you on the living room loveseat, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Hello to you too,” you greeted with a grin, shutting your laptop and placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

He grunted something in reply and you simply placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head, chuckling quietly to yourself.

“Hey, I had an idea. Ever heard of the Whisper Challenge?” you asked him, watching as your tired husband looked up at you with worsening eyebags.

“No?” he breathed frustratedly. “What’s that got to do with–”

“Come on, come on! Sit up!” You opened up your laptop again and typed ‘Whisper Challenge rules’ into Google’s search box and hit enter. “See? So we both take turns trying to guess what the other is whispering or… mouthing, it says here. It’ll be fun?”

“How is it supposed to be fun? I mean, we’d be able to hear each other whispering.”

“No no, that’s where the headphones come in,” you told him, gesturing to the headphones around his neck. “Whoever’s guessing puts them on while it’s blaring the loudest music you can find, so you’re really stuck just trying to figure out what I’m trying to say.”

“Baby, I’m so tired,” he whined. “Can’t we just do this next time?”

You pouted, giving him the pleading look that always got you what you wanted. (Your sister swears it was the reason why he married you.) “Come on, Lin, please? For me? I’d play the game by myself, but I’d look stupid just mouthing words I already know I’m saying.”

He threw his head back in a hearty laugh and he shook his head. “God, only you could get me to do this.”

“Because you love me,” you quipped, trying to distract him as you turned on your webcam as stealthily as you could. If there was one thing you wanted to capture more than anything, it was Lin’s reaction to this. “Okay, you first.”

“Fine, fine.” He put on his headphones and turned on his music, blasting it so loudly that you were positive your upstairs neighbors could hear Nas playing in his ears.

“Can you hear me?” you asked him in your normal volume.

“What?!” he yelled in reply, sending you nearly falling off the sofa because you didn’t expect him to shout back at you. The corners of his lips pulling upwards into his signature goofy smile and you found yourself grinning right back at him.

You sat there cross-legged right in front of him, stealing a peek at your laptop to ensure it was recording this. After ensuring the dinky webcam was doing its job, you turned back to him and began to mouth ‘Look, a distraction!’

“Lube, a dictator!” he exclaimed excitedly, shooting you a look of confusion as he giggled.

Dear Jesus, this was going to be one hell of a game.

You snorted at his response and quickly shook your head.

“No, no! Look! A distraction!” you mouthed yet again, this time fully enunciating your words.

“Lewd interaction!” Lin fell back onto the armrest of the loveseat and laughed maniacally, holding his sides as he lost control.

“Lin, no! Look! A! Distraction!” There were tears in your eyes from laughing so hard and you were grateful he couldn’t hear your constant snorting.

He quickly took off the headphones and wiped at his eyes. “I have no idea what you’re saying. What the hell were you saying?”

“Look! A distraction!” you repeated for the last time, just barely getting the words out.

“Jesus Christ, what? I thought you were saying–” He couldn’t finish the sentence because the two of you were just cackling out of control at this point. When the laughter subsided a little, he handed you the headphones. “Go ahead, you try it! It’s not as easy as you think, I swear.”

You put the headphones on and gave him a thumbs up, grinding to the rhythm of “Oochie Wally”, doing a silly body roll along to the music.

He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you softly, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks. “God, you’re cute.”

“Go Yoko Ono?” you answered, cocking your head to the side in uncertainty. “Go… yellow?”

“Oh my God, no no no,” he snickered, shaking his head. “That wasn’t my phrase!”

“Thank you, West Wing?”

Lin practically slid off the sofa in a fit of laughter, throwing his hands up in defeat. 

“This is hopeless, for fuck’s sake.” He was already sitting on the floor, looking up at you, chuckling uncontrollably, unable to catch a beat to breathe for a little. “T-take off the headphones, babe, please.” He motioned for you to do as he told you and you did so with a nod.

“I have no fucking clue what you were saying,” you told him, the quiet of the room in comparison to the music blaring in your ears taking you aback for a moment.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to come up with a phrase.”

“Wait, so what was it you were saying? That means I didn’t even get a full turn–”

“No, no, no, I’m not having you guess again, Y/N. You’re horrible at this!”

You reached out for his hand and pulled him back up to the sofa, still giggling like the fools you were. “Alright then, fine. You do it again.”

“Y/N, come on, I think we’ve proven that we’re not good at this game.” He raised his arms above his head and stretched, letting out a long yawn.

“Just one more?” you asked him softly, placing a hand on his knee.

He gruffed dramatically and took the headphones from your lap, immediately putting them on. “Last one.”

You were trembling with giddiness, limbs not knowing whether to stay inside the vehicle at all times or outside to let them flail about. With your hands covering you mouth, you shielded a cheesy grin from him and squirmed for a moment, trying to figure out how to break the news to him.

This was it. This was the moment that would change your lives forever. This was the time that would alter reality for the two of you.

For a brief moment, you simply sat there and smiled at him, admiring his obliviousness, watching as his head bobbed to the rhythm of the music. For all of ten seconds, you let yourself think back to a memory that always made your heart burst at the seams.

“He’d be the type of person that couldn’t contain his emotions,” you said with a giggle. “Bouncy and giddy all the time, rambling about anything and everything.”

“I feel like that’s your way of telling me I’m obnoxious…”

“Not so much obnoxious, just… enthusiastic. You’re enthusiastic.”

“Yeah, well she’d also be a master of words because– Psh, look at us, babe. Need I say more?”

“Jesus, our kid’s gonna be the craziest combination in the world.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “And we’re gonna be the luckiest people to exist because of it.”

You took a deep breath and held it for a beat before exhaling, mouthing ‘Hi daddy!’ as best as you could.

“Haddock… Ad-lib? I– I’m not getting what you’re saying.”

Once again, you mouthed the phrase, emphasizing each and every letter of the two words.

“If you’re saying, ‘Hi Daddy’, then you could just take it right into the bedroom…” Lin shot you a devilish look, flashing you a conniving grin before breaking into a chuckle.

You quickly shook your head and laughed. “No no, hi daddy!”

Yikes, maybe that wasn’t the phrase to say. Those two words could be easily convoluted, especially with his new lack of hearing. But it was far too late at this point. You’d already said it. He’s already caught on, and he knew what you said.

Lin took off his headphones and looked at you in complete and utter confusion, still roaring with laughter. “Are you saying ‘hi daddy’? What the heck?”

All you did was nod, absentmindedly biting your cheeks to keep yourself from squealing.

“Why that phrase? Hi Daddy? What?” His laughter died down and he stared at you, not quite understanding the significance of the two words. “Either I’m exhausted to the point where I can’t see the obvious or you’re being really vague and I still have complete control of my brain.”

Well, now was the moment to really say it. This was the moment you’d spent days dreading, only to become the most excited person to exist.

“You’re gonna be a dad,” you whispered softly, almost unable to speak because the sheer excitement was too much to handle. “I’m pregnant, Lin.”

His face dropped, mouth hanging wide open, eyes tripling in size. “What?!”

You just beamed at him in reply, too speechless to elaborate any further.

“I’m– Oh my God, babe, that’s amazing!” He immediately grabbed you and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I’m– We’re gonna have a baby?” His tone was still incredulous, not that you could blame him because this was the last thing either of you had anticipated.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you repeated, the tears of joy already pricking your eyes.

He pulled away and kissed you over and over again, placing a hand on your stomach. “Oh my God, that’s… my kid’s in there!” Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your stomach before looking back up at you. “Jesus Christ, I love you so much. You’re incredible.”

“I love you,” you murmured in reply, cupping his cheek as you pecked his lips. “We’re having a baby.”

For a moment, both of you sat in each other’s arms in silence, quietly basking in the fact that in just a matter of months, it would no longer be the two of you. This time next year, you’d be sitting on the very same sofa with a little bundle in your arms, marveling at its little nose, tickling its little feet, kissing its little hands. Lin would sing the little one lullabies, waltzing with the baby, lulling it to sleep. You’d go on family outings to the park, babbling back at a gurgling infant, overdramatically describing everything its eyes could see. Both of your families would gush over the newest member of the family, arguing over who would get to hold it first, posting countless pictures of the baby on all social media platforms, claiming the tiny human possessed their chin, their hairline, their fingertips. You and Lin would spend every night with hearts so full of love, disregarding the exhaustion a new infant would entail.

This was a dream come true.

Two and a half months later when your bump made its appearance, Lin was working on your laptop (I left mine at Lac’s, I’ll be fast! I just need to type this out!) and he stopped you just as you were on your way to the office.

“Babe, what’s this?” He asked you, beckoning you over to the kitchen.

It was the video you’d recorded that night.

“Oh! That’s the little Whisper challenge we did when I told you about the little bean,” you answered.

“You recorded the whole thing?”

“Well, yeah, I wanted to capture the moment I told you. For reasons.” You walked back over to the front door and grabbed your shoes from the coat closet. “I have to stop by the office and pick up some things, but I’ll be back.”

Lin walked over to you and kissed you goodbye. “Okay, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

You walked out the door and headed towards the subway, taking the A down to your office in Chelsea. While you sat impatiently on the car underground, you pulled out your phone and checked your notifications, bringing up your Twitter app when you saw Lin had posted a video, tagging you in it.

@Lin_Manuel: And here we have raw footage of me discovering that my wife and I had created a human! Coming November 2015!

There was the tail-end of the video, the moment when you teared up and Lin wouldn’t stop cheering. The mere sight of his reaction again made you cry yet again, and you blamed it on the hormones that were making you too emotional to function.

The world was on the journey with the two of you, congratulating you in the comments section of every single picture or video Lin posted on social media, giving you guys name suggestions (I don’t know, Rocco is a really cool name– Absolutely not, Lin, we’re not naming our child Rocco. Are you insane?), answering any questions Lin had asked in regards to where to buy random foods at all hours of the night because of your incessant cravings.

He’d insisted on taking a picture every day during your pregnancy to document how insane it was that you were carrying a real human inside. Despite your disdain for pictures on some days, (Lin, I look like a fucking whale– God, you’re beautiful.) you humored him, allowing him to capture the growth of the little one the two of you created.

When the time had come, you were cursing at him left and right because he wanted to take one last picture before the baby arrived, and after remembering how much of a bitch you were on some days, you gave in and forced a smile as he snapped the picture.

Noelle Grace Miranda was born one chilly day in November, rising earlier than the sun, greeting the little doves with her own song.

Upon her arrival at home, like the tradition it became for the past six months, Lin took another picture, this time with the three of you in the shot. You cradled your new bundle of joy in your arms, looking down at her as Lin draped an arm across your shoulder, his free hand caressing Noelle’s little head.

You didn’t know what the point of the pictures were, and you simply assumed he just wanted to capture every single moment from the time he found out he was going to be a father to the time he actually became one. So you were shocked when he told you to join him by the piano with the baby.

“I um,” he started, smiling at the two loves of his life before him. “You recorded the minute I found out I was gonna be a dad, so now I want to commemorate this new part of our life with this.”


“Shh, just wait,” he replied with a chuckle. In front of him was a camera propped up on its tripod, set up and ready to go. He beamed right at it and clasped his hands together before positioning his fingers on the ivory keys. From C-sharp major seven, he played a tune in 12/8 time, his left knee bouncing up and down as he felt out the rhythm. His fingers found their way to E-flat minor, then to G-flat major nine, ending the riff at A-flat over the previous chord.

You cradled your little one as you sat right next to him on the piano bench, not too sure what to expect.

“I’ll be honest,” he began to sing. “I didn’t think we had the time. Your mama, she’s a busy one, and papa, well, he’s trying to make something out of someone. Just so happened we made you too. You weren’t a part of the plan yet, but thank God we got you.” Lin’s eyes fluttered shut as he lost himself in the song. “I will try to show you the meaning of happiness. We’ll both learn how to be the best we can be. I’ll make the world open all the doors for you because you… have opened a million new doors for me.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you watched on, gazing adoringly at your husband, your heart growing an infinite amount with every note he sang.

You smile, for a moment, I can’t breathe. Can’t help but wonder what life’s got in store. I’m not prepared to watch you grow into who you’re destined to be, so stay my little one until I’m ready. But I will learn to grow with you as the days go by, and we will figure out our brand new life. I know I’ll make mistakes along the way, but I can promise that no matter what the world will bring, I promise, I’ll hold your hand through everything, I promise that there is nothing more that I will ever do… than to make sure I’m the very best for you.

There was a bit of an interlude and Lin’s fingers danced up and down the keys, his eyes now open and gazing down at the tiny creation you held in your arms.

I promise that there’s nothing more that I will ever do,” he sang softly, his eyes welling up. “Than to make sure life’s the very best for you.

He ended the song with a major-seven arpeggio, letting the chord ring out until it faded before reaching up to stop the recording.

“Lin, I’m–” you couldn’t speak, too speechless to make anything else leave the safehaven of your lips.

“Thank you for the best gift the world has ever given me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then to Noelle’s. “I love you guys so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

The next day, Lin posted the video of the song on YouTube, linking it to his Twitter and Facebook. Not only was it a video of him singing Noelle’s new lullaby, but it was a montage of all the pictures he’d taken through every step of your journey to parenthood. At the end of it all, there was a picture of your newborn with a caption of her full name and birthdate. Underneath, a note from Lin to his daughter.

My little one, I promise to lay a strong enough foundation. I’ll give you the entire world. I’ll do whatever it takes to make the world safe and sound for you. I can’t wait to see you blow us all away someday. My little love, you are my entire world.

Te amo, mi amorcita.


  • me playing SSH in 2009, young and innocent: wow this is so cool :) i love how detailed the museum is, it feels like it could be a real exhibit
  • me playing SSH in 2017, having worked in actual museums and knowing a little something about How Tourists Do: oh my god. what the FUCK. why is half of your exhibit locked behind doors that require playing games to complete. who the fuck is going to want to do that. crowd control?? hello?? everyone bunching around the games, fighting for a turn, then bunching around the itty-bitty doors, swiping their cards one at a time, to go down narrow rickety stairs?? all while fighting the people going back UP the narrow rickety stairs to find more answers in the exhibit??DISASTER. DISGRACE. and the fucking TEMPLE STAIRS??? henrik's not going to be the only one in the hospital after your first school group tears through there. we're very sorry, mrs. johnson, timmy took a swan dive after his classmates got a little too hype about the whole "human sacrifice" thing. no we didn't have any railings or barriers why do you ask. ACCESSIBILITY??? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT??? EVERYONE CAN DO STAIRS AND NAVIGATE NARROW CORRIDORS, NO PROBSIES. OH YOU CAN'T?? GUESS YOU'LL MISS HALF OF THE EXHIBIT YOU PAID TO SEE, BUMMER. WAIT WHY ARE YOU MAD AT US. beech hill is fucking screwed, y'all. i would not be on that staff on opening day if you paid me a million fucking dollars. pandemonium. anarchy. angry sweaty tourists. rascal rebellion, indeed.

“Oh my God, yes! I love that game!” You shouted, bouncing to the edge of your seat. You were deep in conversation with Stiles about warfare games, and he had just mentioned Call of Duty: Black Ops. “Especially the zombie mode! It’s so much fun! I beat everyone I play against point wise, and I’m always the last to die.”

Stiles’ grin broadened when Liam let out a scoff. “Oh please, Y/N. You’re a girl. You can’t possibly be good at those types of video games.”

You rolled your eyes at the younger wolf. “Pulling out the gender stereotypes, are we, Liam?” You leaned forward on the table, eyes twinkling as Liam looked at you suspiciously. “Let’s find out who’s better tonight, and let’s make a bet to make it more interesting.”

“Okay.” He jumped at the opportunity immediately. “If you win, you can do my make-up.” This caused Stiles and Scott to snort with laughter. Liam shot them both a harsh glare.

“And if I lose?”

“If you lose, I get to take you on a date,” he said smugly, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

A smirk slid onto your face. "Oh, you’re on, Dunbar.“


"Ah, shit! Y/N, I’m down!” Liam shouted, slamming the right trigger on the x-box controller to shoot at the hoard of zombies from the players place on the ground. “You gotta revive me!”

“I can’t!” You answered back, heart racing as you sprayed the oncoming hoard with bullets. You’re points continuously went higher as zombies fell. “I don’t have time to do that!” You were currently on round twenty-five, and that was when it usually started getting pretty difficult with only two players.

Liam groaned as his screen started turning red. “Do you have any monkeys?”

“Yes, I do, but I can’t throw them! I don’t have time to do that either, unless you want us to die!”

“I’m dying right now, woman!”

“I can see that, buttmunch,” you growled. “Sorry, Liam, but I gotta ditch you.” You finished off the clip that was in your gun, and as your player reloaded, you ran through the thinner end of the hoard to get out of the corner. Luckily, you had gotten juggernog, so your player had to take four hits to go down instead of two, but your player got hit one to many times, and he went down. “Damn it!”

You both side and rubbed your eyes, just as the score board came up. “Ha!” You jumped up in victory, fists pumping the air. “Ninety thousand total points and four hundred and fifty kills!”

You turned around to look at Liam who had climbed to his feet. He glanced around the room, obviously embarrassed to be beaten by a girl in a video game. His eyes landed on you and you grinned.

“I’ll go get my make-up bag.”

Falsettos (Act 1)
  • Four Jews In A Room Bitching: This WILL Get Stuck In Your Head But You'll Never Be Able To Sing It Out Loud
  • A Tight Knit Family: ~ l i n g u i n i ~
  • Love Is Blind: Her Husband Gave Her Multiple STDs I Think I'm In Love
  • Thrill of First Love: We're Old AND Horny
  • Marvin At The Psychiatrist (A Three Part Mini-Opera): 1) Just Because I Left My Wife For Him Doesn't Mean I LOVE Him Right?? 2) Please Keep It In Your Pants Mendel 3) My Son Hates Me (I Wonder Why)
  • My Father's A Homo: I Hate My Dad (Being Gay Isn't Genetic Jason)
  • Everyone Tells Jason To Go To A Psychiatrist: This Family's A Mess But We Already Knew That
  • This Had Better Come To A Stop: Marvin's A Dick But We Already Knew That
  • I'm Breaking Down: I Just Want To Have Sex Is That Too Much To Ask For
  • Please Come To Our House: What A Lovely Table (Such A Romantic Table)
  • Jason's Therapy: In Which A 10 Year Old Is More Mature Than His Psychiatrist
  • A Marriage Proposal: I Know We Barely Know Each Other But At Least I'm Not Gay?
  • A Tight Knit Family (Reprise): Is It Wrong To Marry A Patient? The Answer Is I Don't Care
  • Trina's Song: Fuck Men But Also /Fuck/ Men
  • March Of The Falsettos: You Finally Understand The Title Of The Musical (Also What The Fuck)
  • Trina's Song (Reprise): Is It Wrong To Marry My Psychiatrist? The Answer Is I Don't Care
  • The Chess Game: Toxic Masculinity: The Song
  • Making A Home: We Are A Normal And Happy Family Please Don't Look Too Closely
  • The Games I Play: Shit I Might Actually Love Him
  • Marvin Hits Trina: Actually Never Mind (Marvin Ruins Everything) (Again)
  • I Never Wanted To Love You: Love? I Don't Know Her
  • Father To Son: Thank God I'm Not Gay (It's Too Late For Marvin To Fix His Mistakes But Damn If He Doesn't Try)
All Started With a Song Part 12 // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 1982

Summary- Conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) IT’S HERE! bet ya weren’t ready for that plot twist ;)


The night ended with all six of you heading back to the hotel. It wasn’t until about 2 am that the guys left.

“Wait!” you protested as they stood up. “We all need to switch numbers so we can have group chat after we leave!”

“Ok,” Justin laughed as he grabbed your phone.

“Gimme,” you motioned for Tyler to give you his phone.

After everyone had each other’s number, the boys left.

“Alright, I’m going to bed.” you said as you plopped onto the bed.

“Same,” Alice yawned.

“I’m gonna go call Sean,” Olivia grabbed her phone and headed to the balcony.


You three didn’t wake up until about 11 am. And none of you rushed to get ready.

“Hey, I’m gonna call Anth and see what the plan is,” you said as you walked out to the balcony, leaving the other girls to continue getting ready.

After a few rings, Anth picked up. “Hey, Y/n.”

“Hi. What’s up?” you ask, looking at the city below.

“Nothing, just chilling at home.” He sounded hesitant, but you brushed it off. It was probably nothing.

“Do you still want to go to the Santa Monica Pier?”

“Listen, Y/n…” he trailed off.

You laughed, “You can say no.”

“It’s not that…” he said and you began to worry.

“What’s wrong?”

“Y/n, Conor left.”

“What do you mean he left?” your voice cracked.

“He went back to London last night. He was really upset,” Anth was biting his slip almost to the point of drawing blood. He didn’t want either of his friends to be sad. He just wanted them both to realize that they were in love.

“About what?!?!” you yelled, tears threatening to fall. “What could he possibly be upset about?”

“He saw that you were hanging out with another guy,” Anth explained.

“Oh. My. God.” You sighed. “He’s so fucking childish! Maybe if he actually talked to me then he would know he was just a friend.”

“Y/n, just please try to fix this. You guys are perfect for each other.”

“Obviously we’re not Anth!” you began crying. “He plays me like a fucking game. He treats me like crap and then gets mad when I’m not interested anymore!”

“He likes you a lot,” Anth tried to level with you.

“He has a real shit way of showing it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you yawned. “Sorry for flipping out on you; you didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s okay,” he chuckled. “You still want to go to Santa Monica Pier?”

“Sure,” you smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “Meet us there in an hour.”


You tried. You tired really hard. But you just couldn’t. Every time you weren’t talking, your mind would flood with him. Whether it be his smile, his hair, his voice or anything else. It was him. Always had been and always will be.

You walked down the pier trying to stay tuned in to the conversation, but you just couldn’t. You wanted to see him, feel him, and be with him. And you couldn’t. And that killed you.

You needed him.

“Y/n? You aright, love?” Alice asked, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Yeah, just a lil homesick,” you plastered on a fake smile.

“C’mon babes,” Olivia smiled. “We’ll be home soon enough.”

So a few more hours were spent at the pier and then you four went out to lunch.

After lunch, you guys arrived at Anth’s apartment at around 2 o’clock.

“So, you girls are leaving tomorrow…” Anth said as you three entered his apartment.

“Yeah, our flights at noon.” Alice frowned.

“I don’t wanna leave,” Olivia pouted.

“Same, but I couldn’t stay here forever.” You said, sitting on the floor.

“I could, 100%. This place is like paradise,” Alice laughed.

“Have you ever considered moving to London?” Olivia asked Anth.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I have actually. But I’m super close with my family and I couldn’t do that to them. Tours are hard enough as it is.”

“That’s understandable,” you give him a small smile.

“So what do you ladies want to do on your last night in LA?”

“Hmmm, movie night?” Alice suggested.

“Yes! Let’s have a Harry Potter marathon!” Olivia squealed.

“Do you have the Harry Potter movies?” you asked.

Anth gasped and put a hand over his heart, “I am truly offended that you even had to ask.”

Anth put in the first of eight and you four spent the rest of the evening making jokes and reciting entire scenes.


As the fourth movie came to a close, you looked at the time.

“Bloody hell, its two in the morning!” you laughed.

“We better get back and pack,” Alice said.

“Since when are you the responsible type?” Liv giggled, earning a glare from the brunette.

“Do you guys need a ride to the airport?” Anth asked.

“Thanks, but we’d hate for you to go out of or way.” You said.

He laughed, “It’s no big deal, I promise.”

“Wanna help us pack too?” Alice said sarcastically.

“No, but I can keep you company if you like.”

“Sure!” Olivia said. “Let’s use the little time we have left to our advantage.”

“We’re not dying, Liv.” You laughed.


“Who knew packing could be so fun?” you laughed as you shoved a pair of shorts into your suitcase.

Anth had decided to show you girls his playlist; which was lit as hell. You all began singing while he watched you three back your bags.

Anth paused the music, “Its 10:30, you girls should probably be at the airport by now.”

“Just a few more things!” Olivia said, cramming a few more souvenirs into her bag.

“Here,” Alice laughed, grabbing one of the bags. “I can put it in my bag.”

“Thanks,” she sighed.

“C’mon, you’re gonna be lateeeeeeeee.” Anth whined, already halfway out the door.


The ride to the airport was also filled with many good songs. Once you got the airport, the goodbye to Anth was sadder than you expected.

“Thank you,” you cried into Anth’s shoulder. “For trying to help us.”

“Of course,” he hugged you tighter.

After you finally let go of your American friend, you three silently walked to your gate. None of you wanted to leave, but you all three wanted nothing more to be home. The flight back home was filled with sleeping. Alice and Olivia slept the entire way, except for small bathroom breaks. But you, you only slept for a little bit. After a tiny power nap, your mind was racing. You thought of all the things you could do when you got off the plane. But only one stuck out.

You had to see Conor.


“Do you guys want to go to my place, and just chill before we get back into our daily routine?” Alice asked as you three waited for your Uber.

“I’m down as long as you have wine and pizza,” Olivia smiled.

“Sure, but I have to go somewhere before that.”


You rolled your eyes sarcastically, “I wonder…”

“Do you want us to go with you?” Olivia gave you a heartfelt smile.

“No, this is something I need to do on my own,” you said. “But thank you.”

“Anytime,” she winked.

The Uber ride to Alice’s was normal. You girls quietly chatted until the car had arrived at her place.

“Alright, I’ll be back soon.” you said to the girls and gave the Uber address Conor’s address. The nerves started to rise in your stomach as you grew closer to the apartment. You had no idea what was to come.


You walked up the stairs to his floor and slowly walked to his door. You knocked, and stepped back, heart beating faster than usual.

The door opened and Jack Maynard stood there, a smile quickly approaching his lips.

“So you’re the girl my brother went to America for,” he chuckled, leaving against the door frame.

“Yeah, uh is he here?”

“Yep,” he said, opening the door and motioning for you to come in.

“Conor!” he shouted. “Someone’s here for you!”

You followed him into the living room where Josh was sat on the couch, controller in hand.

“Who’s this?”


“Oh. My. God. You’re her?”

“Yeah…” you said slowly, who else knows about you two?

Everyone. Literally everyone, you dumbass.

“Who could possibly be here to see me?” Conor laughed from the hallway.

You and Jack turned around, watching his expression change.

It went from comical, to confusion, to sadness but then settled on anger.

“What do you want?” he said coldly.

You were slightly taken aback, “I want to talk.”

“Why?” he crossed his arm.

“I think you know why,” you looked at him, your heart breaking into a million pieces.

“Fine,” he said and led you to the balcony.

“What do you have to say?” he scolded.

“Okay. First of all, you can lose the attitude. And second of all, I want you to explain.”

“Explain what?” he asked.

“I just want to hear your side of the story.”

“I don’t have one,” he said simply.

“So you can’t tell me why you did what you did? Why you flew all the way to bloody America for me, but then left before actually apologizing?”

“No,” he sighed. “I was just confused. I was jealous, but then I relished that I fucked up. But then I saw you with the other dude. And I just got so angry.”

“What other dude? Clayton?” you asked.

“I don’t know how he is. He was on your Instagram, and he was obviously into you. I just felt unwanted.”

“Really?!?! YOU felt unwanted? Are you fucking kidding me???” you yelled at him. “You treated me like actual shit but got pissed off when I wasn’t still hung up on you! You’re literally the epitome of a fuckboy, yet I can’t help being in love with you! You piss me off more than anything in the world yet you were the first person that I wanted to see when I landed! So don’t you dare say that you felt unwanted?”

“You gave me mixed signals! You would seem interested but when you had picture of you kissing a guy! How was I supposed to know if you were interested or not!!”

“What picture of me kissing someone?”

“The one with the balloon where you’re on his back!”

“Oh my god,” you laughed, yet you were far from showing humor. “That’s my fucking brother, which you would know if you bothered to get to know me!”

He stepped towards you, “I tried! You were the one who got short with me!” he poked you in the chest.

Jack opened the door to the balcony, “Mate, back up.”

“Stay out of this Jack!” he yelled, yet his eyes stayed looked with yours. “You said something. Say it again.” His features softened.

“Which part?” you asked.

“The part where you say you love me,” he said, turning his pointed finger into a flat palm, he wanted to feel your heartbeat.

“I am so incredibly in love with you Conor Maynard.”

“I’m in love with you too, Y/n.” he smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

You giggled, “Of course.”


After you two awkwardly went back into his flat and awkwardly said goodbye to Josh and Jack, you headed over to Alice’s.

You were all lounged around her living room, a pointless show playing in the background.

Conor was deep into an awkward fan story when there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it,” Olivia said.

“No! Alice should,” you smiled.

“Wow thanks.” She rolled her eyes but got up nonetheless.

Get up you mouthed at Liv who gave you a questioning look. You two and Conor followed the brunette to the door.

She opened the door and froze. Liv did the same, yet you were smiling ear to ear.


Caught Up In The Moment

“And I’ll see you next week!” Joe waved to the camera, letting out a small grunt when Jack threw himself forward onto the older man’s lap while Oli laid down behind him. Josh started to poke and prod at Jack while Mikey went for the sweets jar.

“I can’t even stop the recording before you go crazy, can I?” Joe called out, trying to shove his boyfriend off of him, but he was pinned between Oli and Jack.

“I had to restrain myself the entire time,” Jack replied, smiling up at Joe, “I’ve earned this.”

“You’ve earned nothing!” Josh declared, giving Jack’s shoulder a shove, and if it wasn’t for Joe’s arm already around the younger man’s waist, he would have gone falling to the floor.

“Can someone at least hit the button to stop recording so my camera doesn’t die?!” Joe whined, but is promptly ignored.

After a little more jostling, and Joe letting out a very manly yelp, although Josh scoffed at that statement, when Oli poked him in the side, the camera is finally turned off, along with the lights.

The boys are still sprawled across the couch, sharing some of the sweets as Joe tried his best to shuffle his equipment out of the way so the boys night in could finally start.

“Babe,” Jack called over, “Just leave it.”

“And then have you lot complain when you can’t see the screen?” Joe raised an eyebrow as he carried a light out of the way, “No thank you.”

“We won’t complain!” Oli grinned, “Promise!”

“Bullshit,” Joe snorted, “And stop eating all my sweets!”

“You gave them to me!” Mikey pulled the jar closer to his chest, “So they’re my sweets now!”

“He’s got a point, Joe.”

“I hate you all.”

“No you don’t,” Jack smiled over at Joe, “You can’t hate us.”

Rolling his eyes, the older man walked back over, frowning down at the floor when his foot connected with something that was not the floor, “Look at the mess you lot made!”

“You did it too!” Josh is quick to point out.

“Alright, everyone grab at least five cards, that way it’ll be cleaned up quicker.” Joe told the others, sending each of them a firm look.

“You’re such a dad,” Oli snickered, rolling over to the edge of the couch to pick up some of the cards from the game they had played for Joe’s video.

“He’s the hottest dad I’ve ever seen,” Jack smirked, tugging Joe closer.

“Can you two not be all adorable and shit right now?” Josh wrinkled his nose as he looked at his two mates, “Or go in the other room!”

“This is my flat!” Joe gaped over at the South African.

“Your point?”

“I can do whatever I damn well please.” Joe stuck his tongue out, like the mature adult that he is.

“God, I love you.” Jack laughed softly, his fingers lacing together with Joe’s.

“Awe,” Mikey cooed, “They loooove each other.”

“How cute.” Oli teased, although the expression faded from his face as he looked at Joe, “Or not?”

“What did you just say?” Joe asked Jack quietly, his eyes wide.

“Oh,” Jack blushed, his words catching up to him.

“Wait,” Josh grinned, his eyes darting between the two, “Was that the first time?”

“Shut up!” Oli hissed, reaching over to smack Josh, “You’re interrupting the moment.”

“Uhm,” Jack lifted his free hand to the back of his neck, scratching awkwardly, “It kind of slipped out.”

“Did you mean it?” Joe’s body felt tense, and the nervousness echoed through his words.

“Of course!” Jack replied quickly, his blue eyes shining with sincerity, a soft smile growing on his lips, “I love you, Joe Sugg.”

“And this is where you say it back…” Mikey stage whispered, gesturing from Joe to Jack.

“Piss off,” Joe mumbled before smiling down at Jack, “And I love you too, Jack Maynard.” He bent over to kiss the younger man softly, ignoring the groans coming from their mates.

“We get it,” Oli threw a pillow at the couple, “You’re in love. Now stop it!”

“We’ll always remember this moment though,” Josh said as he stood, tossing some cards onto the table, “We were here for the first Joeck I love you.”

“Caspar and Conor are gonna be pissed.” Mikey grinned.

“We’re such a weird group,” Jack laughed, pulling Joe down onto his lap, his arms wrapping around his boyfriend.

“You’re just realizing this?” Joe scoffed, leaning back against the younger man.

“Jack’s a little slow, remember?” Josh called over his shoulder, “Which is why it took him so long to realize he said I love you!”

“Shut up!” Jack blushed, burying his face into Joe’s shoulder, “I was caught up in the moment.”

“It was adorable.” Joe assured him, “And perfect.”

anonymous asked:

I've played the game and loved it (that ending though! Sob) I'm an Ignoct fan and I love their bond but I DESPISED the Astrals. How they only helped Noctis so he could die, not doing anything to help. Just letting things happen. What I want is you to PLEASE do is to write Ignis being angered at the gods because he loves noct and challenging the gods. (He can just confront Gentiana.) you can write around the end of the arguement. I just wanna see what you'll do. Please and thank you!

Ooh, this is new. Let’s see, let’s see.

So a mention of Ignoct. Got it!

“You treat him as if he’s nothing more then a chess piece.” He shook his head. “No, a puppet, who’s strings are pulled by your hands. And for what? Death as his reward? The lives of his loved ones taken, separated from them in one form or another?”

Ignis took a firm step forward, causing the Glacian to take a step back.

“You say you want the light restored, to assist the ‘King Of Kings in reclaiming his throne’ but that is nothing but lies.” He never felt so much anger as he did that very moment, being talked down by this being as if he were a infant who could not understand anything.

“It is not a lie.” Gentiana said calmly, though her eyebrows furrowed in disapproval of his accusation. “It is the Chosen King’s destiny to banish the darkness and restore light, to save his people and land. We want nothing more then to help the young king take his rightful place.”


He shouted furiously.

“It has been preordained by the Draconian.” She repeated more firmly then before. “Your king was chosen for this task and must complete his destiny or all light is lost.”

“So you’ve said, many times.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, as if it would alleviate the frustration he felt.

“And I shall say it again, the Chosen King must restore the light, that is what he was destined to do.”

“I refuse to accept it.”

“Your approval does not matter.”

“You and the rest of the six have more then toyed with humanity over these many centuries, Noctis shall not suffer with the fate of cleaning up after YOUR mess.”

He could feel that the Glacian was starting to become irritated with him, but it didn’t matter, what she and what the rest of the Astrals wanted did not matter. He did not serve them.

He shook his head slowly, looking at her with defiance.

“I will not allow him to walk this path.”

She frowned at him. “You do not have a choice, you must follow the will of the gods.”

He didn’t give her time to react when he summoned his daggers and dashed up to her, aiming the end of one at her throat. This caused her to open her eyes wide and finally look directly into his.

“I. Will. Not. Let. You. Touch him.”

His words now spoken in a low voice, a tad deeper then his normal tone, his face blank but his eyes were telling.

“I serve only one.” He said as he slowly pushed the end of the blade against her skin, not yet drawing blood.

“I will follow the will of only one.” He felt the temperature drop as the Glacian began to feel threatened but he wasn’t fazed.

“I will not allow Noctis to bend to the whims of gods who shine, not with benevolence, but with arrogance that destroys innocent lives when they gazes upon you.” He spat at her venomously, then pressed the tip against her skin firmly enough that a drop of blood appeared. At that instant, his hand was covered in ice, but still he did not react.

“I will be the enemy you will wish you hadn’t made.”He pulled alway from her, dismissing his blades, he turned and began to calmly walk towards the door.

“You…” he turned his head a bit but didn’t stop.

“You, just one man, would fight against the gods, knowing you are fated to fail?” She touched the spot where he drew blood, never looking away from him.

“I will fight against the gods for one reason only.” As he passed the table, he raised his frozen hand and swiftly brought it down against the table’s surface, destroying the ice incasing it.

It was only then he turned back to her.

“To protect my future king and beloved, from all that may hurt him.”

Gentiana could not hold back the soft gasp as she watched as the young Advisor’s eyes seem to glow with an ethereal light.

“My duty is to Noctis.“He said firmly, leaving no room for doubt.

“And no one will stop me from accomplishing that.”

(Sooooo? Eh? Good?)

anonymous asked:

What do the BAFTAs have against Tom cos from what I have gathered, this isn't the first time he has been snubbed by them even thought he goes out of his way for them like presenting awards for them and stuff. 2. Why did the BBC write that nonsensical article bashing the lead actor of a show they endorsed. TNM wouldn't have been as popular as it was if it was a new comer not an actor with an established fanbase like Tom and lastly the crown actors are amazing but the storyline has been overdone.

So I’m going to go against my usual manner of answering things like this and just try to type without over-thinking it very much and editing.

Here are my thoughts and ideas…

The entertainment industry is all about playing the game. I just posted something about how great performances are ignored year after year and in spite of that, people who are so in love with the biz act like these awards are gifts from God that angels themselves wing down to Earth.  Please.  It’s fleeting and superficial.  That article – you said it perfectly.  It is nonsensical.  Why? Because of the game.  Because it’s about clicks.  It’s about whatever will create drama at the moment.  It is a continued proof of the adolescent and petty nature of the industry.  

Yes, he has been snubbed previously.  He was not nominated for The Hollow Crown.  Ridiculous.  Full stop.

Regarding The Crown – I’ve only seen part of the first episode so I can’t give an informed opinion on the whole series, but what I saw seemed well done. And I’m just going to be blunt…a British arts institution choosing a series about beloved Queen Elizabeth II over a series about an evil arms dealing Brit shouldn’t shock anyone.  Seriously.  

Another issue I’m thinking about is that basically, Tom Hiddleston is an easy target.  He is kind and polite to a fault.  He isn’t going to get nasty, he isn’t going to come up swinging, he isn’t going to lash out against the media, not even in a sly passive aggressive way.  He isn’t going to respond by creating more drama. This is sort of a weird Bully In The Schoolyard situation going on here with him and the media and it is pathetic. It is a typical tactic of distraction. Let’s go after Tom Hiddleston, not for anything like real moral failing or legal issues (DUI, domestic abuse, etc. – which plenty of actors have), but for talking about UNICEF (which is why they hired him) and making personal choices about relationships (without asking our permission *gasp*).  Let’s do that instead of talking about actual issues in the entertainment industry, like the wage gap and Ageism and lack of diversity and similar things.  Let’s pick on Hiddleston instead.  Pathetic.

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  • Calypso: Why do I have to do this?
  • Piper: Its just for fun, its Annabeth's idea
  • Calypso: Fine what is it?
  • Piper: I'm going to say a word, say the first thing that comes to your mind?
  • Calypso: Got it
  • Piper: Hot
  • Calypso: Leo
  • Piper: Heroic
  • Calypso: Leo
  • Piper: Attractive?
  • Calypso: Leo
  • Piper: ..... Annoying?
  • Calypso: Leo
  • Piper: Are you gonna say Leo for every one of these?
  • Calypso: its not my fault he makes me happy and pisses me off at the same time
  • Annabeth: *From the distance* TOLD YOU! THALIA I WANT MY 5 DRAMCHAS
  • Calypso: ?
  • Piper: Could you....please don't-
  • Thalia: Son of a BITCH! Why can't she be like the other women? I lost my last bit of money
  • Annabeth: Not my issue, Now I have enough money to get Percy that new video game
  • Piper: Nerd
  • Calypso: Video games? Have you heard of that new one by Atlas?
  • Annabeth: You mean the new persona one, by the gods i love that one you and leo should come over and we'll play it together
  • Calypso: Yes!
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Harry or Shawn :)

1) “Okay! Its starting to hurt now, baby”

2) “So….you don’t love me anymore?”

3) “Mmm no….you can’t do that”

4) “You’re not a very good liar”

5) “Just a little bit harder, please”

6) “I-I shouldn’t…I’m not supposed to be here”

7) “Chopsticks are for more than just eating”

8) “You could help, ya know”

9) “Christ! Almost gave me a fucking heart attack”


11) “Can you feel it right there?”

12) “I didn’t know how to tell you….I’m sorry”

13) “I’m so late and I honestly don’t fucking care”

14) “Yeah? Well I guess you don’t know me, after all”

15) “Baby, you’ve got to slow down for me”

16) “I came in and the place was trashed”

17) “I need help! Please I think he’s dead!”

18) “I’m too heavy for you…”

19) “So…will you?”

20) “Its ok! Let him in.”

21) “Nope, no kisses until laterrrr”

22) “Did she scream louder than me?”

23) “I know what game you’re playing”

24) “Oh my god! I completely forgot!”

25) “Take them off”

26) “I can’t let you do that to me again”

27) “Thanks for…your mouth”

28) “I can do better, just let me show you”

29) “I love you more than anything. Please marry me”

30) “Don’t call me that”

31) “Fuck! Don’t you knock??”


So there’s this song I’ve been listening to on repeat the last few weeks and I’ve been wanting to write a angsty fic along with it. If you want to listen to it here’s the link to the YouTube video (X)
It took me a while to figure out who I wanted to pair this idea up with and recently (due to a very vivid and sexy fever dream) I’ve been on a Marty Scurll kick. So I hope you enjoy. 
Also, I’ll update my masterlist here soon, I’ve got a few more fics I want to add before going to all the work of updating the whole post (It takes for ever).

Featuring: Marty Scurll (This is my first attempt at him.)

Word count:1402

Warnings: Feels. Don’t hate me.

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Nancy Drew Game Revisions

Here is how I would revise each of the Nancy Drew games! I only put 1 or 2 things for each to leave room for you all to add in your own! Comment below with your additions & feel free to disagree with me!! 

SCK & Remastered: CD CHANGE OH MY GOD. Hey, I can’t knock this game too much. It’s the late 90s. Plus they DID revise it so… (I never actually played it through). Open-ended for the fandom here. Overall, entirely too short.

STFD: MORE. MILLIE. Those damn riddles were pointless imo. Make her an actual relevant character!!!

MHM: Have that tapestry in Nancy’s room never to exist. Then make that zodiac animal puzzle a hotspot that Nancy realizes she needs to look out for. Because you can quickly solve that first puzzle from Abby’s book and then therefore quickly realize that you need to look for Chinese characters. Also eliminate Emily Foxworth.

TRT: Blizzard is such a cop-out. Snow, yes. Blizzard, no. I want to explore outdoors more. The garden!! So! Many! Possibilities!

FIN: Those damn fucking keys at the end sequence. The end. Bye. CHANGE THEM.

SSH: Running around aimlessly waiting for Henrik to fall. Give Nancy a reason to go all the way around the garden to cue this scene. Or maybe cue it a different way.

DOG: Man, I would have loved to have met Sally.

SHA: Oh my God this game is perfect. Um…the magnet maze puzzle, honestly what the fuck

CUR: The ghost hunt/run was cute and all but shit stressed me out being on a timer.


TRN: Allow Nancy one punch to Tino’s face…nah (I mean yeah but…) Part 2 of the game was so short. I want more time outside of the train.

DAN: Okay this is a tiny detail but when Nancy talks to Jean about Heather and they go back and forth about Heather’s name pronunciation, I get about 10 levels of awkward.

CRE: I know it’s a dumb thing to say but…Quigley’s dialogue? I usually mute her long ramblings because I get sooooooo bored.

ICE: Fox and fucking geese. Why can’t I play by myself? Why can’t I tell Bill that I’m playing to win FOR A REASON??

CRY: Please for the love of God, Nancy, solve the mystery during the day. Also, let’s not have an 80-year-old man be creepy AF.

VEN: Water tunnels. I refrain from saying anymore.

HAU: We could have had so much Irish culture. SO MUCH IRISH CULTURE. But what’d we get instead???  A JETPACK.

RAN: -sighs-

WAC: I don’t know??? Um…the ending challenge/puzzle with the blade didn’t make sense to me. I would have hoped it would tie into the theme of the game more.

TOT: Another ending sequence complaint. It takes place somewhere you only go ONCE just for the ending. Either, one, visit the Grange more throughout the game or two, take it out. Unnecessary.

SAW: Terrible accents. JAPANESE VOICE ACTORS. Hell, I’d take at least Asian voice actors over…this.

CAP: That freaking board game. Easy but just like…no.

ASH: Hey, if you’re gonna make a game at the home base, WHERE ARE MY HARDY BOYS??????

TMB: At the very least, make it a tiny bit more challenging for Nancy to read hieroglyphs. Also, really wish Dylan’s time wasn’t cut so short.

DED: I know they’ve done it before in other games but switching days to talk to different characters gets annoying. I mean, it’s realistic and I love that but I always forgot who was when & if it was morning or nighttime.

GTH: I wish we got to see/learn more about the family’s history (the factory incident, Charlotte, Harper..) God, this game is RICH with backstory and I WANT MORE.

SPY: Don’t….don’t fuck up Kate Drew.

MED: -sighs again but adds commentary- Eliminate entire concept of a game show, focus on New Zealand culture & Sonny’s mission. G O D.


SEA: Just a bit too puzzle heavy, personally. Again, more history. More story. I still don’t totally know what this game was 100% about.

anonymous asked:

Oh god please don't shut down your blog for a bunch of idiots !!!!! You're my favourite

I’m sorry anon but they don’t deserve my support or my free promotion. They don’t deserve it from any of us. There’s plenty of shows out there with actors who treat their loyal fans with love and respect. They don’t sit back and let them be abused publicly in their name for a year. They don’t manipulate them. They don’t play games. They don’t let outside entities speak for them. They don’t allow their friends or significant others to stir up controversy or to taunt their fandom. I have a lot of love to give and I’d rather give it to people who will appreciate it.

Rooftops: Mikey x Reader


Requested by: Anonymous

Hello (⌒▽⌒) god I absolutely love you and your blog! Your an awesome writer! ♥‿♥ if it’s not to much trouble could you please write a Mikey x reader were the reader is on the roof playing video games on there laptop or something and he’s watching there cute reaction and then he trips and reveals himself but there super chill and invites him to play or chill with them please? Is this to pacific? I don’t want to pressure you I just thought this would be cute 😂

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