god why must you be married

he’s the beauty; she’s the beast

so i’m sure the remake of a timeless classic that disney is about to roll out is going to be great and all

but here’s another way we could do things:

he’s the beauty

she’s the beast

for a movie who’s central theme is inner beauty, it doesn’t really do anything to support that, you know? so how about this: adam, our prince turned beast, isn’t an inhospitable monster. because this back story doesn’t make any sense – why is the young prince of this land alone, in a castle, only to be caught unaware by a witch?

so how about this – this is pseudo france, right, so these royals do what their real life counterparts did. they flee. the cruel, greedy king and queen flee and leave their young son behind with their staff. their son who is kind and soft hearted and totally unfit to rule any kingdom (never mind that they’re literally running away from their own people). not only that – they trade their son for their freedom, trade their kingdom for their freedom. to the witch.

so the witch comes, and she doesn’t disguise herself as a crone, goes to him looking as lovely and young as her magic keeps her. but our prince adam has a talent, one many cast-aside, neglected children have developed – the ability to see people for who they really are, and he knows this is no kind young woman in need of his help. he refuses to let her in – and there’s this little twist to the magic, that she can only enter the palace grounds and claim her prize if she’s welcomed in a as a guest, and he, the young master of this castle, won’t let her in.

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Wife

Ivar x Reader



“Where are you going, wife?” Ivar asked as you rushed to get ready to leave.


“I have to meet… you trailed off as you rushed across the room and out of the building.


You meet your sister at the centre of Kattegat and she lead you to meet with friends you hadn’t seen for years.


The day was spent happily visiting old hideouts and bothering Floki until Helga shooed you all away. By the time it was dark most had returned home but your sister and the man she had been after since you were all much younger.

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  • Namjoon: </b> Why the hell do you knock on my door, in the middle of the night?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> I have bad news.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Oh gosh...what is it?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> Jin-Hyung feels unloved and cry after you. Yoongi-Hyung will kill him in the next 5 minutes, if you don't come and stop him.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Why the hell, must i tolerate this?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> I'm not finish.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> What else?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> Jiminie wants to get divorced.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> He's not married, god dammit!<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> Um...yes he is. It was the night before the BBMAs and there was this wonderful typical Las Vegas church and...so it just happened.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> There is something else...<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Let me live...please...<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> Jungkookie stands on the balcony and threatens to jump if Jimin want to get divorced.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> WHAT?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> It's because he is drunk. He's blue like the sea, you know?<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> If i kill myself, do you think i would have my peace?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> You are our leader. Do something. NOW!<p/></p>
“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s. Part 2

Part 1

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You could see Charlie’s large sun hat before you saw her face once you landed in the airport. Though Harry had attempted to roll both yours and his suitcase in a chivalrous way, you had given him a look as if to say, “Really?” before lugging your own behind you as Harry led you and Savie through the airport.

“Charlie!” you called, waving your arm frantically as you attempted to catch her attention. She turned, her long, luxurious and silky hair swishing around her as a large smile overcame her face and she waved back, jogging to meet up with you. 

“Y/N!” she cried and nearly sprinted into your arms. “Oh it’s been so long! When Harry called I nearly thought he was joking saying you’d be visiting! It’s so good to see you!”

You and Savie had known Charlie since university. She’d been the Armenian girl down the hall whose grandmother always sent her nice treats. You’d gone with her on her first trip to her home country when her parents had asked if she wanted to spend the summer there. Her answer was yes, and that she wanted to bring friends. 

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Revelation

Title: Revelation
Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Humor / Angst
Rating: T

@levihanweek​ Day 3: Sense  - - - A continuation of my Day 2 piece. The shenanigans with Pastor Nick continue. And the angst too.

Read Day 2 here.


Hanji took a long, slow breath and conceded, “You’re right. I know you’re right. But I keep going over it in my head. Analyzing every moment, considering if there’s something I could have done differently.” She laughed quietly, bitterly, “not that it matters now anyway.”

“You’re still talking like a fucking idiot.”

Nearby, the pastor shook his head, muttering under his breath, “That’s no way to talk to your soon to be wife.”

That snapped her out of her thoughts. Hanji’s head jerked up, “-your soon to be what?

“It’s not – just – fuck,” grabbing her ponytail, he forcefully turned her away from the pastor, “Ignore him.”

The pastor hummed, “You should tell her about my offer. Life is short.”

Levi’s ears flushed red. He hissed, glaring murderously over his shoulder, “Shut the fuck up.”

Hanji looked at the pastor, perplexed. An offer? Could it be - had he agreed to open up about the true nature of the walls?

Levi must have read the excitement on her face. Grimacing he shook his head. “He hasn’t agreed to help us with anything useful – yet,” he ground out the last word, an unsubtle threat.

“My ceremonies were quite sought after in Stohess, actually. I even allow time for individuals to include their own vows,” the pastor said, effortlessly changing the subject.

Levi rose in one fluid motion. “Yeah, you’re gonna wait outside.” Grabbing the pastor by the front of his shirt, he dragged him up. The pastor yelped as Levi sent him stumbling out of the tent.

Hanji watched the exchange, mouth agape. It almost sounded like the pastor was talking about,“…Levi, is he offering to-?”

“He’s an old, senile bastard and I think you rattled a few brain cells loose when you hung him off the wall,” Levi muttered. The tips of his ears were cherry red.

“Ah.”

Hanji almost left it at that. Almost. But he looked so damn uncomfortable. She couldn’t help herself.

“Is there any particular reason why our friend Pastor Nick wants to marry us?”

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                  Vikings; The Great Army sentence meme!

❛ That is my knife ❜
❛ You are crazy! ❜
❛ Father gave me this knife! ❜
❛ I will kill ___  with it. I will kill ___ with ___ knife ❜
❛ That’s enough! ❜
❛ Give it to me!  ❜
❛ We have important decisions to make ❜
❛ As usual you must tell us how to behave! ❜
❛ I wish ____  was here ❜
❛ Hopefully he will be home soon ❜
❛ I’m listening.  Say something .. interesting
❛ That is the message that he wanted me to bring to you ❜
❛ There he is .. the voice of reason. I hate reason ❜
❛ How do we overcome that when we have never attempted anything like that before? ❜
❛ We raise a great army. An army bigger than ever before ❜
❛ In the name of our dead father. In the name of ____  the greatest hero of our country. And in the name of ____ . We declare war on the whole world ❜
❛ When we return,  ___ and I, and our brothers. We will have to avenge our father’s death ❜
❛ You will not be welcomed for what you did to all of us, and I would have to kill you ❜
❛ Will you come with us? ❜
❛ I also have a reason to stay here ❜
❛ I know what your father would have wanted me to do ❜
❛ I do not trust him ❜
❛ You should look to improve your own security ❜
❛ If the Gods don’t protect me, then who can? ❜
❛ It’s good that we have met, ___, we need ambitious men ❜
❛ I still have a bone to pick with you ❜
❛ Why were you silent when I demanded justice from ___ ❜
❛ We have different memories of Mother ❜
❛ He/She had eyes only for you, and for ___. To me she/he was cold and distant ❜
❛ So you feel sorry for yourself? Poor, little ___ ❜
❛ I’m telling you the truth. I have a very good reason not to feel so angry with ___ ❜
❛ What kind of a son are you? ❜
❛ What does it matter what your ___ did to you? He/She was still your ___ ❜
❛ Are you just really sad she can’t breastfeed you anymore? ❜
❛ Whoever would have thought that you two are brothers? ❜
❛ I promise you, we are already well prepared for any incursions into our kingdom ❜
❛ I am not sure you realize the scale of their possible retribution ❜
❛ We are fully prepared ❜
❛ I have no wish or need to be allied to such a degenerate monarch ❜
❛ As for you, ___ , you may enjoy the aridities of heaven without my discomforting presence, and that of every woman whose only crime was a desire to be free ❜
❛ I know what I have to do ❜
❛ Us?  You are no longer a part of us, ___. ❜
❛ What is ‘us’ ___  is changing. Only you won’t accept it ❜
❛ Too much bad blood, ___ ❜
❛ Once a betrayer, always a betrayer ❜
❛ You came back to us. Thank God. Truly, thank God ❜
❛ You will have to be free in order to marry one of us ❜
❛ I can see that you are bored already ❜
❛ One day, you may be King. I hope so with all my heart ❜
❛ You need to drink more wine ❜
❛ Now, you keep saying you understand. But you obviously don’t ❜
❛ Don’t ever let yourself be influenced by other people. Specially people like me. Always have your own thoughts and act on them ❜

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Text Posts for Christian Life

A collection of text posts that I wrote to help my brothers and sisters in Christ on their journey of faith.This collection will be updated.


1. Dear Brother/Sister in Christ

This one is about unequally yoked relationships and why they should be avoided.

2. Love, Forgiveness, and Apologizing

This is a post about showing love through forgiveness and what a real apology looks like.

3. “No, What’s Your Personal Opinion?”

To the sibling in Christ who is being mocked for being faithful to Christian morality, this one is for you.

4. Seven Thoughts After a Few Months of Wearing a Purity Ring

These were my thoughts after wearing a purity ring in a secular environment.

5. Done with Dating: Why I’m Choosing Christian Courtship

I have left secular dating culture and this is the story behind that.

6. “What Is That Ring on Your Left Hand? Are You Married?”

This one is for Christians who are thinking about wearing purity rings.

7. My Testimony

It took a while, but I finally shared the story of my faith journey.

8. “Satan Knows Your Name But He Calls You By Your Sin. God Knows Your Sin But He Calls You By Your Name.”

This one is for Christians with same-sex attraction who feel pressure from society to join the pro-homosexual marriage movement. 

9. “The Importance of Modesty”

Unconditional love does not mean unconditional approval. This response to an ask explains why Christians must dress in a way that honors God. 

anonymous asked:

Heya! Your blog's amazing and never fails to inspire me. Please can you do some prompts where person A is reunited with person B (their lifelong partner) after many years, only to discover that B has amnesia and doesn't remember them at all. Platonic or romantic, I don't mind. Thanks!

1) “I know I must be a disappointment to you,” the amnesiac said. “People pretend I’m not, but I hear stories of what I was like before.” They tried for a smile, though it came out a little queasy.
A’s expression turned ferocious. “There is no version of you that could ever be a disappointment, you hear me? And anyone who dares tell you otherwise has me to answer to.”


2) “If it’s like talking to a ghost all the same, I’d rather you were dead!” The silence rang after A’s comment. Born of their argument, of sorrow, of grasping at ghosts. It wasn’t deserved. In the gaping silence, it was impossible to take back. The anger drained in a second. 
“I’m glad I fucking forgot you,” B said. The only tragedy is that I wasted a lifetime on you at all.” They turned and walked away. 
“B-” 
The door slammed into A’s face.
And on either side, they both crumpled.


3) “You’ve been avoiding me,” A said. “I’d have thought the last ten years apart was long enough.”
“I  can’t remember anything. Have they told you that?”
“Yes.”
“…you don’t mind?” 
A shrugged and watched B carefully, drinking up the sight of their face. “Just means I get to watch you fall in love with me all over again, doesn’t it? Spoiler.” A stood, making their way over and taking the bag from B’s slack hands. “You were smitten.” 


4) “Sometimes,” B murmured. “I think I must love you like it’s muscle memory.”


5) “Oh don’t look like that,” B said. “I lost my memories, not my libido. Or don’t you want to? We’re married, right? Explains why the hell I’m so pent up. It’s been, what, how long has it been since we last saw each other?”
“Seven years.”
“Seven years, god.”
“We’re not married.”
“Really? Are you sure? Are we secretly in love is that it?”


6) “I’ll help you remember,” A promised. “I know you better than you know yourself. Favourite colours, favourite ice cream-”
“-And what if I don’t want to remember?”

New Year. New Me. {Peter Pan Imagine}

Part One  Part Two Part Three Part Four 

Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yeah, a long time coming 

Warning: Swearing, angsty 

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay, @ arfrona



Y/n stood there in silence for a moment, wondering in her head if this fool was being serious. Him quietly pleading to her is what put the icing on the cake as she swivels on her heel and quickly grabs Peter by his collar, roughly tugging him up to his feet. 

“Get your ass up,” She snaps, while pulling him somewhere private, and away from the eyes that gathered at the window of the coffee shop. Coming to a stop in front of an alley, Y/n wastes no time separating themselves from civilization. Once she’s pushed him up against the wall, her anger was finally breaking from the dam in her brain that she’s tried so hard not to let free. “How dare you?” 

Peter stares in shock, with a mixture of confusion, not daring to move a muscle in case she would tear it off. “I-I don’t…” 

“You have the balls to cheat on me, then ask me to marry you? You must think I’m some kind of toy, don’t you? Someone you can just toss around whenever you feel like it, right?” 

“That’s not true-”

“Then tell me why.” Peter could see the tears in her eyes, the pain they’ve held ever since that night…oh, how he wishes he could make that look go away. “Tell me why you thought it was okay to cheat, then lie to my face every night saying that I was your number one.” 

Silence filled the space between them; suffocating and thick. “I swear to God if you don’t start talking-” 

“I was afraid, alright? I’ve never been in a relationship for so long without something going wrong. When the arguments started around our second year of being together, I was sure that it was a wrap for us. So I started sleeping with Wendy…but then our third year passed, when I gave you the promise ring. Then the fourth…and now our fifth and…by then I was just…I was stuck. I was surprised we made it so far, but I was also aware of exactly what I’ve been doing behind your back, and I was stuck. At the party, I had every intention of meeting up with Wendy, I won’t deny that. But, it was only to call everything off, because I couldn’t stand doing what I was doing to you anymore, it wasn’t fair. I lost track of time, she caught me off guard and then…you finally caught us. From that moment on is when shit hit the fan and everything fell apart.” 

“Then why blame me? Why would you say that it was partially my fault that I made you do this, after I’ve been nothing but faithful-” 

“I panicked, Y/n. Never has anyone stuck with me for so long, and defended my name, and loved me. I didn’t know how else to react…and I’m sorry. None of this is your fault; I knew what kind of person I was, and I still asked you out anyway. I knew what kind of person you were dumped by, and I still asked you out anyway. I did this to you. And to ask you to marry me, I didn’t know what else to do to get your attention, to talk to you again, for you to listen to me. I’m not perfect, I-I know that for sure-”

“Peter. I never wanted you to be. I just wanted you. I didn’t care about what others said about you or what things you did in the past because you were the only person there to pick up the pieces and make me feel whole again. The person I was sure I was going to spend the rest of my life with…” 

Y/n smiles weakly as the tears, she mentally kicked herself for having, finally came cascading down her cheeks and onto the concrete. Peter wanted to hold her so badly, not even realizing he was unconsciously reaching for her shaking frame. Neither of them questioned how the hug started, they just stood in the embrace contently as they sobbed in each others arms. 

He hugged her tightly as if he would never get the privilege to hold her ever again. 

“But I was wrong.”   And he won’t.  

His eyes widened as Y/n pulls herself away from the hug, wiping her tears on her sleeves. “W-..What?” 

“I was wrong,” She shrugs, shaking her head slowly. “You were right the first time, this was all my fault.” 

“No, Y/n, that’s not-” 

“Who was I to think I could change you? To actually have the slightest faith that you couldn’t possibly break my heart, like in your past relationships. People who are close to me and care for me saw you as a red flag, and I chose to ignore them, because ‘you would never hurt me’. That’s the most dumbest, overused, cliche excuse in the book, and I only have myself to blame. It’s like I’m trapped inside someone’s fanfiction where you only get one of two endings: The good one, or the bad one. And things aren’t looking so good, if you ask me.”  

Peter stood in his emptiness, with the look of dread upon his face. He looked much older, tired, broken. The tears he never wiped away still falling down his face, as he stared at the only woman who had ever given him a chance; all he could do was cry. 

“Y/n please…I’m not the same without you, everything I’ve done was fucked up, but I’d rather live with that shame and keep you, than just let you walk out of my life-I can’t lose you, I-I just can’t!”  

“You lost me the day you put your lips on another woman, Peter.” Her words were like knives, but her expression held…peace. As if everything was clear and calm again. “I told myself in this year I would be different somehow. I didn’t know how or what was going to change, but I never would have guess it would be our relationship and…another thing. We had a good run Peter, a little bumpy, but who said life was easy?”

“Y/n, please don’t do this…” 

She hums slightly, sickeningly enjoying the look of sadness dominating his handsome features. How does it feel?  “It’s time to grow up, Peter Pan. Women won’t waste there time for little boys.” 

With that said, Y/n turns on her heel once again, heading for the exit of the damp alley. Suddenly coming to a stop, she sighs heavily, looking down. 

“Don’t…don’t go looking for me. If you love me you’ll move past this and get some help. Promise me.” 

Peter sniffles once, finally wiping the tears from his eyes. This is what he deserved, there was nothing he could do to change her mind, and he had to respect that. Nodding slowly, only to realize she wasn’t looking at him, he responds. “Only if you promise to find someone who will treat you right, this time.” 

Chuckling softly, she tilts her head to where he could see her smile.

“Third time’s the charm, right?” 

Now it was his turn to chuckle for a short moment, until his grin fell back into a heavy frown. This was it for them. Five years…five beautiful years he will forever hold in his memories until the day he dies. Never will there ever be another ‘Y/n L/n’. He only prays that the next guy lucky enough to have her, keeps her longer than he was able to. 

“Goodbye, Peter.” 

He watched her leave, not being able to say anything. All he did was wave at her disappearing back. Once he could no longer see her is when it all started to come crashing down on him. The tears, the shouts, the tantrum, it all came like a fucking truck. Peter let himself slide down the rough brick wall, sitting right back in the funk he had himself in for the past months yet again. Heaving and puffing, he reached for his phone, looking for the contact he swore he was going to erase a long time ago. Wendy

Right when he was about to hit dial, he stopped himself. What was he doing? After all that happened, had he learned nothing? 

‘If you love me you’ll get past this and get some help. Promise me.’ 

Peter did love her…and he’ll be damned if he broke another promise. Not even hesitating, he pressed ‘delete number’ on her contact, watching as an ‘are you sure?’ came right after. He had never been more sure of anything in his life. “New year. New me. I promise.” He confirmed as he lifted off the ground, and back into the world he now saw in a new light. 

He was going to change. For himself, and for her. 

Meanwhile, after Y/n had left the alley moments ago, she felt as if a whole weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It wasn’t until another weight from her lower body brought her back down to earth. 

Smiling softly, Y/n placed a hand over the growing bump she hid underneath her sweatshirt stealthily, rubbing delicate circles over the faint movement of her unborn child. She had found out about her pregnancy right after that horrible night. Call it an inconvenient miracle. 

Peter was in no shape or condition to help with the child, nor was he in good waters with Y/n in the first place. So, her only option was to keep it a secret and just…start fresh somewhere else. All part of the new year journey. After softly cooing at her stomach for brief moment, Y/n looks up into the world she now saw in a new light. ‘Only if you promise to find someone who will treat you right, this time.’

“New year. New me. I promise.” 

She was going to change. For herself, and for her child. 

Someone requested an imagine from my Instagram so… here it is!

Credit to the gif owner! (Sadly, I don’t remember where I got this gif from so if you guys know, let me know so I can tag them!)

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It was your first time at a meet and greet.

Especially for SpiderMan: Homecoming.

Iron Man and SpiderMan were your favorite Marvel characters, so getting to see them a week early before the national debut was a big thing deal for you.

You waited in like with your best friend, who shared a love for superheros as well. Despite her favorite being Flash.

“Robert is so hot for an older guy.” She swoons. You giggle and she makes and ‘ugh’ face.

“He is. But Tom Holland is pretty cute too.” You say.

“He looks like a 10 year old who hasn’t hit puberty yet.” She says. You swat her arm and she smiles.

“He is playing a freshmen in the movie.” You declare as the line surges forward.

“Yeah yeah. I know. I just like teasing you.” She laughs. You roll your eyes and your heart pumps louder as you see Robert and Tom at the tables, taking photos and chatting with the fans.

You loved the fact that even though these things were rushed, they still made time for the fans.

You guys are next and you hand practically also faints in RDJ’s arms.

“How much booze did you give her?” He asks me as I snap a photo of her and him. Its my turn and I laugh.

“None surprisingly. She just really loves you.” I say, smiling for the photo.

“And you don’t? Do that again. I think I blinked.” He says to my bestie.

“I’m obsessed.” I say, smiling again. He shoots me a wink and a smile and tells me to add the photo to my shrine. I laugh and head over to Tom, who freezes when he sees me.

God I must be bright red.

“H-hi.” I manage to say, hoping not to spit on him.

I hold my hand out so he can slip on the SpiderMan bracelet but my hand starts to shake. He chuckles and goes to put the bracelet on but fumbles, his fingers not being able to clasp it.

“I-I’m so sorry.” he stutters. I smile sheepishly and he finally gets it on, holding my hand.

“Just get married why don’t you?” My bestie says, snorting at us. I blush even harder and Tom’s face goes red.

I turn to leave when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

“Sorry for not being able to put the bracelet on. But I was wondering if you guys would like to catch up for some lunch after?” Tom says, pointing to Harrison who waves.

“Sure.” My bestie says.

“Can I have your number so I can tell you where to meet?” He asks.

My bestie elbows me in the side and I come back to reality.

“Yeah okay.” I manage to say.

He flashes a smile and leaves, the piece of paper with my never on it, tucked into his shirt pocket.

Tagging @theonlyonelives

Chris Evans Fic: Unexpectant (2/2)

Warnings: some angst, topics of infertility and adoption.

@j-jewel-l tagged as per request :)

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After settling Dodger in his bed for the night, Chris wearily ascended the stairs to your bedroom. Gently opening the door, he saw your sleeping form on the bed, fitful and uneasy. Quietly and slowly, he padded over to the bed and perched lightly next to you, watching your eyes flicker under your eyelids and your chest rise and fall with hitched breathing. He softly traced the tear tracks on your cheeks, wishing beyond anything that he could magic this all away.

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Only 6 Months (CEO!Jungkook x Barista!OC) Part 15

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE I HAD TO WORK AND - I’ll stop making excuses and post it ^^;
I’m running behind on writing, so don’t be surprised if there is an actual day that I don’t post anything for this story ^^;

Summary: Who knew that pretending to be in love could create such chaos?

Words: 1,400+
Genre: some angst :c

Part 1 - Part 14 - Part 16

> Masterlist <

By the time that Chaerin got home, she could feel the tension in the house. Hyomin was on the couch watching TV while Nari was sitting next to her, flipping through the channels. Kiseung was nowhere to be found.

“Hey,” Chaerin spoke as Nari looked back at her and sent her a smile.

“Hey,” she sighed, “Kiseung is at Baekhyun’s right now. She left just before you got here.”

Chaerin frowned and nodded before walking to the couch that wasn’t occupied. She looked at Hyomin for a few seconds, hoping that she would turn to her and say something. Of course, Chaerin should have known that Hyomin wouldn’t say anything since she was upset.

“Hyo, I’m sorry about earlier,” Chaerin started, gaining Hyomin’s attention, “I’m with you on this. I see why Kiseung is concerned for Mark, but you did the right thing.”

She gave her a weak smile before looking back at the TV, “She still doesn’t understand. I just want to live my life without her critiquing me.”

“Don’t we all,” Nari slightly laughed, “I’m just happy that I’ve gotten the best end of this deal. She never bugs me about this kind of stuff, but I think it’s because I’m the youngest and she goes easy on me.”

“Yeah, definitely,” Hyomin scoffed, “She has never criticized you, except for when you dated Seyong forever ago.”

“And she did that for a good reason,” Chaerin leaned against the arm of the couch, “But she really does need to back off. If you’re ready for something or someone new, she needs to respect that.”

Hyomin just silently nodded while grabbing the remote and changing the channel again. Her eyebrows raised slightly as the channel landed on the news, and Chaerin’s eyes moved to the TV.

Jungkook was currently on the TV with the headlines “SECRET ENGAGEMENT?”

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Baby Fever - Imagine request

Request:  Well, I really would like a mix between Kids and Mind Reader

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam, Cas (mentioned), Crowley (mentioned), Rowena (mentioned), John and Mary Winchester (mentioned).

Warnings: Pretty angsty, tbh. Plus, the Winchester’s traumas.

Word count: 2,367

A/N: I wasn’t sure what aspects of each fic I should mix, so I just went with, obviously, mind reading powers and Dean talking about babies because, as I said before, it makes me go weak on the knees. Enjoy!


Stupid witches, throwing spells like crazy and not even caring what kind of curse they’re throwing.

Sam, Dean and (Y/N) had gone hunting for a witch who, before being killed by Sam, threw a bunch of curses to the hunters. Cas had told them that the curses would last a couple of days, her magic was too powerful to vanish easily after her death so they had to hold on.

None of them was sure what kind of spell was thrown their way, however, Dean was starting to guess the one he got: Mind reading.

“Any clues, fellas?” Dean asked, handing a beer to his brother and his wife.

Yes, wife. Dean was married to a strong, stubborn hunter that he had met many years ago in a bar back in Texas. He fell immediately in love with her and so did she (although it took them a hell lot of a time to admit it) and eventually got married in Vegas after solving a case there.

“Nope.” His wife spoke. “Think, (Y/N)! There must be something off about… oh my God, that baby is so cute, why do they always pick cute babies for internet ads? They make me want to… okay, focus.” The huntress frowned and opened a new computer tab.

Definitely mind reading.

“What about you?” Dean asked his brother.

“I don’t know… I don’t feel anything weird except for a strange itch in my… There it is, again.” Sam cringed before basically running to the bathroom.

“Do you feel anything?” (Y/N) asked as Dean took his brother’s place in front of her.

“No.” He lied, taking a swig from his beer.

Why does he always look sexual when he drinks?” She thought, “I wonder if he did that same thing as a baby… Baby, I want a baby… Although, I already have one, right? Baby the Impala… She’s Dean’s baby so that makes her my baby and…”

“Babe, are you okay?” Dean furrowed his eyebrows. The girl had spaced out.

“Yes, yes… I’m just trying to figure out my curse… That’s all.” She faked a smile.

Baby fever, crap.

“Guys!” Sam called, “I think I found mine.” Dean and (Y/N) quickly stood up from their seats and walked closer to the bathroom door.

Sam opened it closely as he came out. His skin was completely red, and he looked a bit bloated. Dean and (Y/N) gasped at the image.

“Skin rash.” He stated.

“Clever bitch…” Dean muttered, “Witch…”

“Is it itchy?” (Y/N) asked.

“Very.” Sam replied. His fingers were tense; he was clearly trying to fight the urge to scratch.

“Okay, it will last a couple of days but I guess Dean and I can go to the drugstore and get you one of those creams to ease the…”

“YES.” Sam begged.

-

The drugstore was huge and it was full of people. Dean and you couldn’t find the cream in any of the aisles so you decided to ask the clerk.

A huge, ex-convict looking man attended you. Dean held your hand protectively as he started to speak.

“Hi, uh… We’re here for that cream that eases itch…” Dean said awkwardly, “It’s for my brother.” The man grumbled and turned around. He took a tube of cream from the cabinet behind him.

“Here.” The man said with a deep voice. “Yeah right, his brother needs it. I bet it’s for him.

“Yeah uh… We’re going to need more…” The man breathed out a heavy sigh and turned around again to grab another tube.

“Here.” He repeated. Dean gave him a sheepish smile. “Ken doll likes to exaggerate, great. One tube lasts a whole week of treatment.

“Maybe a bit more,” Dean mumbled, “he is like six feet tall and has the rash all over his body and…” The man rolled his eyes angrily. “A little help here, sweetheart.” Dean whispered at (Y/N) but she wasn’t paying attention.

Dean turned his head to look at her. Her eyes were focused on two kids who were chasing each other between the aisles.

Look at them, they’re so cute… I wonder if my kids with Dean would be this cute… Or even so, I wonder if Dean would consider having kids with me.” The curse only worked if Dean was looking at the person.

“Babe?” Dean called and (Y/N) immediately looked back at him.

“Yeah, yeah…” She nodded and got closer to the counter. “Look, my brother in law in allergic to certain plants and we went hunting yesterday and he fell and rolled over a bunch of those plants and he’s in a lot of pain.” She explained. Dean loved that she was that good at lying, she always saved their asses.

“Uh, I see.” The clerk replied. He turned around and took a big container. “This one works for those cases… It’s the same as ten cream tubes but it costs half of that.” The clerk explained.

“We’ll take that, then.” She smiled. Dean couldn’t help but to feel a little angry. Every man on Earth was nice to her, and Dean knew exactly why.

Dean paid and then they drove to the closest gas station. Dean wanted to fill Baby’s tank before they went back home that night.

(Y/N) stayed in the car as Dean filled his car. There was another car at the gas station, parallel to them. The man was filling the tank as his wife re-applied her lipstick; there were two kids on the backseat singing some Barney song.

That song again, I’m sick of it.” The man thought, making Dean cringe. “But they like it so much, how could I ask them to stop?

Look at the girl on the other car; she’s so young and beautiful…” The woman thought, finishing her lipstick and looking at (Y/N). “She doesn’t have kids and the man with her is so cute… I remember when Bob and I were like that.” Dean’s heart ached at the woman’s longing. “Now I’m old and I don’t have the same body I used to… But aren’t they worth it?” The woman turned to look back at her kids, a small smile forming on her lips as the kids repeated the song. “Yes, they’re worth it.

Dean shook his head and focused back on his car. (Y/N)’s thoughts at the drugstore, about wanting to have kids, had done something to his brain. Of course he wanted to have kids; it was part of his dream life… But growing up in the life wasn’t ideal, and he knew it better than anyone.

His eyes roamed to his girlfriend, she was looking at the kids through the mirror.

So pretty, so full of life… Those two must be so happy with their kids…” Dean looked back down at the car.

Half of him was happy that his girlfriend wanted kids, but the other side wasn’t. Sam and Dean had grown with a hunter father, and their lives were crappy as hell; not to mention the fact that they could never have a normal life with friends and a stable house and all of that. Yes, they had the bunker, but Dean was pretty sure that it was no place to grow kids.

Why are you even worried? Her thoughts are created from the witch’s curse. Wait a few days and she’ll forget about them.

Dean sighed as he finished filling Baby’s tank and he drove back to the motel.

-

Sam was only wearing his underwear. He was sliding an ice over his swollen skin, that being the only way to stop him from scratching. (Y/N) handed him the cream and Sam ran back to the bathroom to apply the cream.

(Y/N) and Dean cuddled on their bed as they waited for Sam.

Should I ask him? No! Of course not! What if he pushes you away? We’re married but… DIVORCE EXISTS. No, just keep it to yourself and wait for the best. Maybe he’ll be ready one day, then he’ll ask and you won’t have to scare him. Yeah, I’ll wait.” (Y/N)’s thoughts were fast and so full of desire, Dean had to look away in order to stop listening to them.

Just a curse, that’s all.

Sam went out of the bathroom covered from head to toe with the cream. He put towels on his bed and lied down, immediately falling asleep. (Y/N) fell asleep as well, and then Dean followed them.

The next morning, (Y/N) was the first to wake up. She knew her lady days were due to start that morning; therefore she ran to the bathroom before the Winchesters could wake up. She wasn’t expecting what she saw.

Not only was her hair green, but also her eyebrows, eyelashes and every other hair on her body. Even the ones that weren’t supposed to be visible were green. Worse thing is, it wasn’t a pretty green but the most hideous one she had ever seen.

She screamed at her own reflection, waking the brothers up.

Sam and Dean bursted through the bathroom door with their guns in hand. Sam still had a bit of cream unabsorbed and Dean seemed to be still asleep.

“What’s wro… Oh, crap.” Dean lowered his gun. “You’re green.”

“No shit, Sherlock!” (Y/N) shouted.

“But why are you all green?” Sam asked, tilting his head.

“Newsflash, Sammy, girls have body hair too!” Dean chuckled at her response.

“Oh, I uh… Sorry I… I’m going back to bed.” The younger Winchester said, taking his cream and getting out of the bathroom. Dean was trying not to laugh.

“This isn’t funny, Dean.” She argued.

“I know but… You look like a green version of the cookie monster.” Dean giggled.

“I’m not that hairy!” (Y/N) shouted. Dean shook his head and wrapped his hands around his girlfriend.

“Of course you’re not, I’m just joking.” He stroked her hair in a soothing way until the realization sunk down on him.

“Wait… Green hair… That’s your curse?” Dean inquired.

“Duh.” She replied.

“I thought… Crap.” His whole body shivered. The baby fever wasn’t a curse, it was an actual thing.

“What?” (Y/N) pushed him back in order to look at him directly in the eyes.

“Nothing I just…” Dean couldn’t find an excuse; he wasn’t as good as lying as his wife.

“Dean, tell me the truth now.” She commanded. Dean sighed and looked down.

“I thought the witch had cursed you with a baby fever or something like that.” Dean confessed.

“Why would you think that?” (Y/N) asked in confusion. Dean looked back up.

“She cursed me with mind reading.” (Y/N) turned pale under the green, she swallowed loudly.

“Dean I…” She didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry… I don’t want to pressure you or anything, it’s just… I’m a woman; it’s in my nature and…” Tears started streaming down her face. Dean shook his head, wiping her tears with his thumbs.

“I know, and it’s fine.” He whispered, “I won’t leave you, I won’t divorce you… I just…”

“I know, it’s a stupid idea and I promise it will pass.” (Y/N) completed.

“It’s not that stupid… If we lived another life then I’d… We’d already have kids, but growing up in this life… It sucks.” Dean explained, his eyes were also getting watery.

“I know, I know.” She dried her tears and cleared her throat. “I get it, it’s fine… Just ignore my thoughts, they’ll eventually change. I promise.” She tried to smile, but Dean knew he had just broken his wife’s heart.

“Babe, I…” She hushed him by pressing a finger on his lips.

“I know, it’s fine.” She kicked Dean out of the bathroom, claiming that she wanted to take a shower.

Sam was sitting at the edge of his towel-covered bed. He had a disappointed look on his face.

“Don’t do that, Sam.” Dean begged, “You know it’s for the better.”

“Is it?” Sam muttered.

“Yes! Sam! You and I grew up in this life, you know how crappy it is! I won’t do that to my kids.” Dean whined.

“Our life was awful, yes. But only because dad sucks, and we didn’t have mom…” Sam insisted.

“That doesn’t change the fact that my kids would learn how to shoot a gun before they know how to spell their names.” Dean continued.

“Not because dad did that, you’re going to do the same, Dean.” Sam trembled, “You are better than him – than dad. And (Y/N)… I’m sure she won’t burn in the ceiling like mom… You two can raise kids differently than dad did… And you have me; I can help you too and…”

“Stop, Sam.” Dean begged, a tear spilling from his face.

“I’m just saying, our life doesn’t have to be your kid’s lives too.”  Sam stated.

“Would you… Would you have kids? I mean if you were me?” Dean whispered, looking down.

“Yes.” Sam answered. Dean looked back up to his brother. “We are stable now. The bunker is big and safe enough to have children there… There’s a small school nearby where they can go… We also have Cas and… I don’t know, man. Things are different now from how they were when we were kids.” Dean nodded and sat beside his brother.

“Do you really think I will be a good father?” The older hunter asked and Sam chuckled.

“No doubt of it… You did a pretty good job with me.” Dean smiled a little.

“Yeah… I’m good with kids and (Y/N)… She will be a great mom and they will have you and Cas to take care of them too and…” Dean had started to smile bigger and bigger with each word.

“It’s going to be great.” Sam finished.

-

Thankfully, Dean decided to have kids. Turns out, (Y/N) was already pregnant; her hormones were the ones to cause the baby fever.

Their kids grew happily in the bunker, their life turned out better than the Winchesters. They had a lovely mom and dad, two caring uncles from which one was an angel; the king of hell and his witch mother would spoil rotten them whenever they were around… It was the greatest life a kid with hunter parents could ask for.

Dragon Dreams... (bad name...I’m aware lol)

Imagine Aegon the Conqueror wanting to marry you, the daughter to Torrhen Stark, after seeing how taken his dragon Balerion is with you.

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“You are thinking of her again,” the fire crackled in the hearth as King Aegon sat staring into the flames. It had bene near half a year since the King of Westeros, save the Dornish, had knelt to the Targaryens and their dragons and just as long since the warrior and conquering King had had a single night where he didn’t dream of the Northern beauty, Y/n of House Stark.

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anon-foreverandever  asked:

Your thoughts on Daemon "I'll marry and murder my way to the Iron Throne" Targaryen? Another "Gerold the Goddamn Darkstar"? (Why do I like that tag so much? must be the God-damn) The guy seems nothing but an adrenaline driven man who is simply way too competent at being evil, but no special circumstances behind it like Euron who is the rogue protegee of that crow (besides y'a know, dragon family). What villains barring the Lannisters, LFinger-er , Varys and Illyrio are well developed for you?

Well, Daemon Targaryen is a very interesting character. A “rogue” for sure, certainly villainous, kind of a douchebag, but also a remarkably charismatic and seductive one. Both within the story and to the reader… there’s a reason why this picture gets so many “ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique” responses, why his most frequent fancasts are Jason Isaacs or Alan Rickman (both famous for playing fan-favorite seductive villains). I wouldn’t say he’s “way too competent at being evil” because not everything he does is evil – the King’s Landing City Watch became far more organized and effective under his leadership, and ending the Triarchy control and eliminating piracy in the Stepstones was a very good thing. Also, if you lean Black in the Dance (as I do when I’m not “a plague on both your houses”, which is most of the time), then his strategy to take Harrenhal as a base in the Riverlands was an excellent and effective one and not at all “evil” (nothing brutal there at all unlike Aemond’s techniques), and also the battle over the Gods Eye was frickin’ awesome. (Also Aemond was a far bigger douchebag and I’m glad Daemon killed him.)

Re his relationships, I think Daemon really was fairly in love with Laena, not just using her – she was farther down the line of succession than he was – and I think there was also more to his relationship with Rhaenyra than just getting close to the throne. His relationships with Mysaria and Nettles were also pretty nice, considering their informality, and I can imagine he was fairly devoted and good to them while they were his lovers. (That Mysaria became Rhaenyra’s mistress of whisperers during the Dance is… kind of interesting to think about, mind you.) Also he helped raise some pretty darn good kids, especially the girls, which means he can’t have been all bad. However, his reported habit of deflowering maidens is creepy (thanks GRRM!), the (probably didn’t actually happen but still) reported sexual “training” of Rhaenyra is super-creepy (thanks GRRM!), and it’s a fact he treated Rhea Royce abominably. (A marriage that just should not have happened, ah well.) And there’s nothing whatsoever you can say in his defense re his “a son for a son” scheme to kill one of Aegon’s sons after Luke’s death. But, yeah, when it comes down to it, he probably would have been a fucking terrible prince consort – if the Dance hadn’t happened and Rhaenyra had succeeded as queen, I wouldn’t doubt there’d be another kind of Dance of the Dragons between her and Daemon’s parties some years later, probably with him using (his own son) Aegon as a proxy vs her support of (the obvious Strong bastard) Jace as the heir to the throne.

Personality-wise, Daemon strikes me as an Oberyn-type – physically adept, mentally quick, fierce to anger – albeit more far more ambitious than Oberyn and far less loyal to his brother, but gosh it would have been so much better if he’d been the viper to Viserys’s grass, no? And personality sorting is easy: ESTP, enneagram type 8 (7-wing), chaotic neutral, Slytherin. Also, some relevant creator quotes about Daemon:

“Rhaenyra’s second husband is probably the most remarkable, and maybe infuriating as well, Targaryen who ever lived since Aegon and his sisters. I suppose you’d call him an adventurer.” – Elio Garcia

“A rogue if there ever was one.” – GRRM

“Daemon was a bad bad boy but fun to write about.” –GRRM

And last but not least, I highly recommend this post for how I really feel about talking about Daemon Targaryen. ;)

Re developed villains that I enjoy reading about… um, there are many? (Especially if you branch out from GRRM.) In ASOIAF the ones you listed are a given, yes, but ask me again sometime, I don’t want to shift from the Daemon-focus on this post too much. (Though ftr I don’t believe in the Euron-as-Bloodraven-protégé theory, at all.) Anyway, hope this helps!

summing up episode 2′s feels vent:

  • Arya is going home because she just learned Jon is there, and Jon won’t be home;
  • everyone wants to release the dragons on KL and my inner Targaryen agrees;
  • SANSA PLEASE STOP UNDERMINING ME;
  • but also you are the Satrk, you have the North, i trust you for this;
  • ps: Jon for the love of gods you nearly died for dragonglass at Hardhome, now you’ll miss Arya for it WHY ARE THE GODS SO CRUEL WHY MUST MY CHILD ALWAYS HAVE TO CHOOSE THE GREATER GOOD OF THE WORLD INSTEAD OF HIS OWN JOY;
  • Arya is going home because she just learned Jon is there, and Jon won’t be home;
  • Cersei destroyed Balerion’s skull ;; SO UNNECESSARY;
  • Missandei & Grey Worm i cannot;
  • Arya is going home because she just learned Jon is there, and Jon won’t be home;
  • HOT PIE TELLING ARYA SHE IS PRETTY WHO TF IS GENDRY JON SNOW WANTS HOT PIE TO MARRY HIS LITTLE SISTER THAT’S HOW YOU TREAT HER;
  • my precious Sam gods bless him;
  • Jon reading Sam’s letter;
  • JON’S SPEECH I CANNOT;
  • the choking, praise the gods;
  • Jon staring at Ned’s statue kill me right now;
  • Arya is going home because she just learned Jon is there, and Jon won’t be home;
  • Jon still considers Tyrion his friend, and vice-versa, and i am dying but also i am living;
  • JON WEARING THE STARK ARMOR IN EPISODE 3′S TEASER;
  • don’t fuck with Sansa or i’ll kill you myself;
  • Arya is going home because she just learned Jon is there, and Jon won’t be home;
  • Jon putting the Battle for the Dawn and the true enemy above everything else as he SHOULD THAT IS MY PRECIOUS CHILD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WHY CAN’T YOU JUST BE HAPPY;
  • Arya & Nym fml;
  • Arya is going home because she just learned Jon is there, and Jon won’t be home.
Beginning to End (Chapter Two (1/2): The Middle)

Title: Beginning to End

Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader

Genre: Romance, (eventual) angst

Synopsis: Because every story has a beginning, middle, and end, right? How did you meet the prince? When did you fall for him? What happened during the journey to Altissia? Everyone has their story of their time with the prince but what about you? Takes place before, during, and after the events of FFXV.

Parts: 2/4

Part 1 Part 2 (2/2)

Author’s Note: OKAY so this originally was only supposed to be three parts BUT chapter two has so much going on in it that I decided to split it into two parts, thus, making this story four chapters long altogether. I don’t think any of you would want to read a chapter that’s over 7,000 words (which is the direction chapter two was going in). The next part should be up in a couple of days since I am almost finished with it. As always, enjoy and send me your thoughts and comments!


Part Two: The Middle

How did I end up on the prince’s journey?

           “Noctis, wake up,” You shoved your leg into a 20-year-old Noctis’s side. Of course, he didn’t move. “Noctis, we have to get up before Ignis comes.”

           He let out a groan before reaching for a pillow to cover his head with to block out the sound of your voice. You let out a sigh as you turned to look at a sleeping Prompto beside you. Today would be your last day in Insomnia before accompanying the prince on his journey to Altissia to be wedded to Lady Lunafreya. You, of course, didn’t want to attend the trip because the thought of leaving the safety of the walls of Insomnia frightened you. At least, that’s the excuse you gave everyone who begged you to go with the prince and his three friends. Prompto jumped at the idea of travelling Lucis with his best friends while Ignis and Gladiolus didn’t really have a choice. You thought you could choose not to attend also but your family, friends, and even King Regis himself guilt tripped you into going. You could ignore your family and friends’ pleas, but the king brought up the promise you made to him when you were just 18 about not leaving Noctis’s side.

           So here you were, awake at 4am to go train one last time along with Prompto and Noctis before you guys hit the road at 7am. Your friends and you decided to have one last sleepover as a trio before Noctis got married and wouldn’t have time for you or Prompto anymore.

Noctis was getting married…

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here’s a story about how gay athenos and vasily are for each other:

They don’t touch, after the wedding. For months they sleep in separate beds in the same room, Vasily’s quarters. Athenos hates them. Ostentatious, he calls them. Sophisticated, Vasily retorts. This is how their days pass, sharp barbs and microaggressions that start to add up, until Vasily is a portrait of cracks, spiderwebbing across his carefully cultivated facade. It’s nothing, really. He’s dealt with worse from more important people. He’s heard the rumors in the Senate. He clawed his way up from the dirt, and one man’s opinion of him can’t possibly break him.

Except that, somehow, it begins to. Athenos can be exceedingly cruel behind closed doors, and his opinion of Vasily must be incredibly low if the insults are anything to gauge by. Vasily, who has risen above them all, has never feared the opinions of the masses but always twisted them in his favor- Vasily hurts.

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The Phantom of the Opera (25th anniversary)
  • Prologue: 666 nUMbeR of THE beAst I meAN MAN the oLD GhoSt Was SUPER scAry gET rEadY fOr a HoRRoR STORY
  • Overture: ... but this sounds f*****g epic and i'm already on the masked man's side
  • Hannibal Rehearsal: BOO IT'S THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA TO MAKE MEG SCREAM LOUDER THAN CARLOTTA
  • Think of Me: Raoul thinks it's R/C, The Phantom thinks it's E/C, in fact it is a song from a completely different story and ya'll are reading into things too much but dam Christine so fab that two men she scarcely knows instantly want to marry her.
  • Angel of Music: Is it an angel... Is it a dad... It's the Phantom.
  • Little Lotte: Aw, my childhood friend :3
  • The Mirror: NEVERMIND, RAOUL WHO?
  • Theme Song: I should probably be scared but I find myself turned on.
  • Music of the Night: Pretty sure father wouldn't have sent me this but still thank God it's happening.
  • I Remember/Stranger Than You Dreamt It: Staged depiction of "major fuck up".
  • Notes: Whipped
  • Prima Donna: but in denial
  • Poor Fool: exactly what it says on the tin but in plural
  • Why Have You Brought Me Here: BECAUSE I'M EXPERIENCING EXTREMELY CONFLICTING FEELINGS I'M SCARED but also still kinda turned on
  • All I Ask Of You: "Yes please marry me and make my life decisions I'm done with independent adulting shit's crazy" The Love Song
  • Reprise: When you think you helped a damsel in distress but the distress keeps on intensifying.
  • Masquerade: Well you must be quite emotionally exhausted by this point... Have colour and fun!
  • Have You Missed Me: No? Well, still have this opera.
  • |Madame Giry: Who's he? Basically, deformed.
  • |Raoul: Ew.
  • Notes: Whipped and they know it now.
  • Twisted Every Way: really, just twisted every way, like wtf
  • Don Juan Rehearsal: angry little people call perfectly good music bad so the piano shuts them up
  • Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again: Is she singing to her father? Is she singing to the Phantom? We just don't know through all these daddy issues.
  • Wandering Child: What I've learned thus far is that I really can't show restraint when he's around, can I?
  • Angel of Darkness: Serious mood kill and massive sass fight including pyrotechnics.
  • Before Don Juan: So tell me again how are you going to kill a guy who's there, and there, and there and there and there
  • Past the Point of No Return: Into it. No wait no I'm not.
  • Down Once More: Phantom: I've been in deep emotional turmoil since day one. Christine: *seen 23.30*
  • Final Lair: 666 nUmBER of ThE BeAst don't say that don't do that put him down everybody stop YES YES YES wait NO NO NO i was promised a ghost story and now look at my heart wtf K.O.'d by a musical
  • Bonus END CREDITS: HE'S SMILING. THE PHANTOM'S ALIVE AND SMILING. LOOK CHRISTINE IS HUGGING HIM IT'S CANON LALALA.
Stahl/Cordelia week!

IT HAS BEEN DECREED THAT STAHL/CORDELIA WEEK SHALL OCCUR FROM THE 16th OF JUNE TO the 22nd OF JUNE. THE DAYS ARE THEMED THUSLY:

DAY 1: First Impressions.
DAY 2: Domestic (Married) Life. (AUs are optional)
DAY 3: Alternate Universe. (University, Period Drama, anything you want.)
DAY 4: Fluff. As much as you can.
DAY 5: Birthdays!
DAY 6: WEDDING DAY.
DAY 7: Waking up together. (Stahl must have morning stubble. it is required.)

(Bonus DAY 8: Smut.)

THE DATE IS DECIDED. THE THEMES ARE SET. MY BODY IS READY. LET US SAIL THIS SHIP INTO THE GOD DAMN STRATOSPHERE.