he made the show 10 times better

Husband! Johnny

Request: hello yes i’m such a hella hella super johnny stan so if you could do a husband/fiancé bullet list thingy for him that would make my life ☺️ love you and your writing bunches ❤

  • another husband! request omg,, i’m still not over yuta’s one
  • but you might want to check out boyfriend johnny first hehe
  • i’m doing this kinda rushed so i’m sorry if it turns out bad :-(
  • let’s go

  • so you were just about to wake up one morning to make breakfast for johnny and you, like how you always would

  • but from the moment you woke up, johnny was not beside you
  • instead he greeted you with a big morning hug and kiss on the lips, a big and excited smile on his face
  • “why are you up so early today”
  • “i made breakfast for you hehe”
  • “what’s the occasion?”
  • “nothing, i just felt like i needed to do this”
  • and when you go out to the dining table, a big plate of waffles, eggs and bacons + all your favourites are on the table
  • with a special cup of coffee that he made specially for you
  • “make sure you drink all of it”
  • so without thinking much you thanked him and started eating
  • with johnny smiling at the side and watching your every movement,
  • and everytime you take a sip out of the cup he lets out a small giggle
  • what does that mean johnny
  • and when you finally get to the bottom of the cup and finish your coffee, johnny looks at you in anticipation
  • your eyes widen and you almost scream
  • because he drew cute little designs at the bottom of the cup, with the two words “marry me?”
  • and it all linked because just a month ago he mentioned about getting a ring for you
  • and every single time he saw a wedding event or dress, he’s just smile at you and pull you closer
  • even though it’s an unusual way to propose, you agree anyway and you see johnny give the biggest smile ever!!
  • okay on to the actually married couple part
  • the members pop by your apartment like it’s their own
  • especially ten and jaehyun
  • “Y/N!! did you forget to buy milk today”
  • “ten if you’re here to just eat my food almost everyday, you should just leave”
  • “i was just asking- HYUNG! YOUR WIFE IS BEING MEAN TO ME”
  • “what- did you ask her about the food in our fridge again”
  • “yeah, i just wanted milk”
  • “get it yourself ten, i’ll tell taeyong to get it for you”
  • “that’s right babe”
  • “what have you done to johnny hyung”
  • okay but honestly, the sweetest and most understanding husband ever??
  • he’s always willing to sacrifice his time to attend to you and just spend time with you in general
  • and doesn’t forget to make you feel better about yourself by complimenting you every single day
  • “you’re beautiful”
  • “wonderful”
  • “gorgeous!!”
  • attacks you with random cuddle sessions and kisses
  • and is really passionate when making love™
  • the atmosphere just turns steamy and romantic, and his hands are all over you, kisses around your whole body
  • worships you like you’re a goddess
  • and after all that he doesn’t forget to take good care of you
  • positive vibes everywhere!1!1!
  • the younger members are always so fascinated by your relationship, and teases him sometimes too
  • but on some days, the both of you just act like small kids all over again, and fight as if y'all are siblings
  • “why didn’t you buy more toilet paper yesterday”
  • “babe i didn’t know you were going to use THAT much”
  • “shut up, what am i supposed to do now, i’m stuck on the toilet bowl, COME BACK AND HELP ME”
  • “i have practice today babe”
  • “johnny it’s between your wife and her toilet bowl mess crisis or your practice, choose one”
  • “kidding, i’m already on my way back with two rolls of toilet paper, hang in there i love you”
  • but at times when he sees that you’re upset or had a bad day, he tries his best to make it better
  • by telling you jokes and making you laugh,
  • as little as giving you hugs and kisses,
  • to cooking a meal for you or bringing you out to your favourite place
  • whatever that can make you feel better, johnny would do it for you
  • sometimes you feel so bad because he’s always putting in so much effort to take care of you
  • so you try to make it up to him by buying him gifts and bringing him out to surprise him
  • one time you and the other boys hid in the practice room with the lights all off
  • and as soon as johnny entered all of you welcomed him excitedly and it got all emotional because it was a small ‘party’ to show your’s and the member’s gratitude towards johnny
  • he didn’t tear up or cry,
  • but as soon as he got home with you, he pulled you into a tight hug and thanked you for everything
  • but when he’s sad or upset he doesn’t show it that much,
  • only that he becomes more affectionate, asking you for more hugs
  • which makes him feel 10× better
  • he loves you so much he won’t stop talking about you to the other members
  • “she woke up early just to make me this sandwich today, i love her so much”
  • “youngho ah, you didn’t even say that about me when i made a sandwich for you once-”
  • “let’s forget about that, taeyong hehe”
  • “she’s wearing the dress i got for her on our wedding anniversary, isn’t she beautiful”
  • “hyung, this is the 4th time you’re saying that today”
  • “sorry, she’s just too gorgeous”
  • arguments and fights hardly ever happen because both of you are always so sweet and caring to each other,
  • and pretty chill too
  • but when it does happen, it's  usually about something serious and johnny would distant himself away from you for a while,
  • before apologising and talking things out with you calmly so as to solve the problem
  • and it would always be solved easily because y'all know that fighting and arguing won’t solve anything
  • honestly he’s such a caring husband, you’re like being taken care of 24/7
  • always there for you and always willing to lend  listening ear!!
  • he gives you the support and encouragement you need,
  • and just his affection itself and make you feel better
  • you’re blessed if you have johnny seo as your husband
  • i’m sorry this is so short, i’ll end it here!!

Sugar daddy! AU BTS: Taehyung. The model.

Everything he wanted, he could get it. There’s nothing that he couldn’t have since he got into the modeling industry, hard work and good looks really paid him well. Taehyung’s only issue with his lavish lifestyle was simple; he got bored so easily, from girls, to material things, everything has become so dull to him.

And then there was you.

You, who disregarded him in the blink of an eye when he walked by while everyone was stunned by his presence.

You, who laughed at him and treated him like any person when he was used to being praised and adored all the time.

And even though he somehow hated how you wouldn’t get swept up by his presence, he was definitely starting to like how he had to earn it. He has always loved a good fight.

Even better if the prize is you.

He still remembers the first time you walked unto the set where the photo shoot would be done; leather jacket, ripped jeans, cigarette in mouth and a huge suitcase full of camera equipment along with 10 other people.

Honestly? You looked like you could beat the fuck out of him, but that only fueled his excitement, may or may not have made his submissive side show up.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Y/N and I’ll be your photographer”, he gave you one of his infamous smiles and said, “Kim Taehyung, the model”.

He expected a shy blush, a stutter, anything that could give you away, but instead he was met with a smirk and a puff of smoke.

“…Adorable, my pleasure, Taehyungie”, you answered, belittling his name on purpose, “Well, let’s get started”. You dropped his hand unceremoniously and walked away with another inhale of your cigarette.

Truth to be told, you were good, not just plain good, you were amazing and the photoshoot went off without a hitch. Somehow after that first meeting, seeing your face became more of a frequent thing.

And his flirting became more obvious and shameless, and your actions to brush him off became harsher.


“Let’s go out, Y/N!”, you side eyed him and looked back at your laptop, scanning over the recent photoshoot. “Are you crazy, Taehyung?”, you answered uninterested. “Not really”, he trailed off as you closed your stuff and handed a usb drive to someone, “sort of, but that’s not the point. We should totally go out”.
You stared at him, then softly prayed to the gods above that he could just leave you alone. “Look, I don’t know what got into you lately, but I don’t want to go out with you,” he stomped around like a little kid whining your name.

“But whyyy?”, you watched him go around for a while before collecting your stuff, “Sorry I can’t be your plaything, Taehyung, maybe in another lifetime!”, you yelled while walking to the van.

His actions never ceased and there is only a certain amount of annoyance anyone can take, God knows you tried. One of the times being when Taehyung decided that your house was more comfortable than his penthouse, you snapped.

“Y/N”, he whined, resting his legs on your lap while you typed furiously on your computer, “I’m hungryyy. Should we order food?”, you tried to ignore him but he wouldn’t stop whining and complaining.

You suddenly closed your laptop and stood up, getting his legs off you, he gave you a curious look and a “What?”, instead of answering, you grabbed him by the collar of his very expensive Gucci shirt with a furious expression—

And kissed him.
Hard.

I’m kissing Taehyung. The realization of your current situation hit you harder than you expected, but you pushed forward either way, finding Taehyung’s lips just the right combination of soft yet firm lips, rather delicious.

You waited for the impact of Taehyung’s kiss to be harsher, more tongue and teeth and definitely messier than now. But instead, he slowed down and savored the kiss, and one turned into three, and three turned into countless bites and licks.

One hand reaching your cheek while the other traveled to the back of your hair, tangling his hand in your locks. The hands on the collar of his shirt traveled to the expanse of his chest and the urge for air and something more made you break the kiss.

Have you ever seen someone this handsome? Even with his lips swollen and shirt wrinkled and messy hair, he looked even better than in your photos. If that was possible.

“This is nice”, he said with a smile coming to his lips, but you stood up and fixed your wrinkled t-shirt and opened your laptop again. “You got what you wanted, now go away”, his expression changed to one of total horror and you laughed.

“I knew it wouldn’t be that easy!”
“Of course it won’t, you idiot”.


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"Cheater Cheater" - JohnWatsonxReaderxSherlock

WARNING: You are cheated on by John and ultimately end up with Sherlock in the end. Other than that, nothing bad. Just a little fluff later :)

Also, they may be a bit OOC, I’m so sorry! :( I’m kinda new to the fandom and I’m not that good with writing, but here goes!

You kicked open the door to 221b Baker Street and hauled in the bags of groceries.

’“Let’s go to the store!” he said. “Sherlock doesn’t have a case today!” he said. What a load of crud. There’s always a case.’

“(Y/N)?” You glanced around the corner while struggling to keep yourself from falling and see Sherlock laying on the couch appearing to be disturbed from the solitude from his Mind Palace.

“Hey Sher- Wait a second…. I thought you and John were out on a case?” Quickly tossing the groceries on the kitchen floor, you walked over to Sherlock and sat down across from him in a chair.

He looked at you with a bored expression, “No, he’s out with Mary.”

You stared at him for a moment, “…Do you mean Harry?”

“No, Mary.”

Licking your lips that suddenly were very dry, your hands started to shake as you leaned forward to try and keep the disturbing thoughts at bay, “Who’s Mary? And I want a straightforward answer, Holmes.”

Sherlock’s gaze wandered over your face for a brief moment, formulating how you would take this, “The woman he’s been seeing behind your back.”

Your throat suddenly tightened and tears gathered in your eyes. You bit the inside of your cheek and took in a deep breath.

“I apologize that he did so. You seemed very happy with him, even though he upset you at times.” Sherlock leaned back in his chair and held his hands once again in a prayer position while closing his eyes for a moment then opened them, got up, grabbed his coat and scarf, and headed out the door. “(Y/N), Mrs. Hudson has your favorite icecream down in her freezer, I will be back momentarily. Don’t feel obligated to wait up though.” And he was gone.

You closed your eyes as the tears started to flow freely down your cheeks and a few sobs escaped from your lips. ‘He’s right, I should go see Mrs. Hudson about this.’ You took your jacket in one hand and keys in the other and headed down to the sweet woman’s flat where you would stay for the next few hours.


Sherlock blew an agitated breath from his nose as he watched John flirt with Mary from outside the restaurant window.

It was obvious you were hurt, but Sherlock had no idea how to handle such things, so he did what seemed cliché and bought some chocolates and a small teddy bear for you like he had seen on the telly once in a sappy movie you had him and John watch along with you.

He also knew that it probably wouldn’t be the best time to unleash the fact that he had certain… feelings, towards you that you more than likely wouldn’t return.


You poured out everything to Mrs. Hudson, who listened intently. After you had let out every pent up hurt to her, she offered you some tissues and ice cream.

“(Y/N),” she said with a small smile, “Don’t let this get the better of you. When I look at you, I see a beautiful, strong, and stubborn young lady who would, without a second thought, lay down her life for the ones she loves. And even though you may not see it, someone else close to you admires you and loves you with every bit of his being.”

You looked up at her through red eyes, genuinely curious, “Who?”

She grinned, “You’ll find out over time dearie. Now, do you want another cuppa?”


Sherlock, with the bag in hand, made his way to 221c to set it in your living room.

He picked the lock and opened the door to see you sitting down in front of the telly watching (your fav show other than Sherlock) with the tub of ice cream from Mrs. Hudson.

“You’ve only been home for 10 minutes,” he mused, setting the bag down at your side. “And you’ve already showered, cleaned the kitchen, and almost finished that ice cream. You’re taking this better than expected.”

You snorted and looked up at Sherlock with tear-filled eyes, forcing a smile on your lips, “Just trying to distract myself I guess,” You stopped and paused the episode, “And Mrs. Hudson cheered me up. As much as it does hurt that I wasn’t good enough for John, I now realize, it isn’t my fault, and I shouldn’t feel sad that I wasn’t enough because it only matters that I’m enough for ME, that I like who I am and don’t pick myself apart piece by piece because of something someone else thinks.”

Sherlock’s lips curled up into a small smile, “(Y/N), you never cease to intrigue me with the words that come from your mouth. Now,” he sat down in a chair and looked at you seriously, “Do you wish to confront John? Or simply break off the relationship? Or something else possibly?”

Your fingers tapped your cheek softly as you thought, ideas whirring through your brain. One caught your attention and a devilish smile crossed your face, “I’ve got the perfect thing, but first, I have to see what you got me.”


After explaining the plan to Sherlock, who actually thought it would be quite humorous, you began the preparations.

Grabbing the basket, you started making food. “Sherlock, did you grab the candles and matches?”

“They’re right here,” he pointed at the small grocery bag.

“Hat?”

“Yes, (Y/N).”

“Makeup? Costume?”

“Yes to both, now stop fidgeting, you’ll cut your fingers off with the knife.”

You glanced down at the cutting board and saw the knife dangerously close to your hand, “Thank you.”

When all the preparations were finished, you called John.

“Hey darling!” The words felt like lead rolling off your tongue, but you still kept the sweet voice.

“H-Hello (Y/N). Is s-something wrong?”

“What? Of course not! I just wanted to tell you to meet me at the park at 6. I have a surprise for you!”

'Man will he be surprised…’

“Oh, alright. I’ll be there.”

“Great! Love you sweetie!” You hung up before he could say anything else and looked at Sherlock, “Now, to do your makeup.”


(So guys, this idea isn’t mine! I saw this on Pinterest, but I can’t remember the original Tumblr person who posted it. If you know who it was, please tell me so I can give them credit!!! P.S.- I also added a few things to it, so yeah…. Alright, enjoy my sweet marshmallow bunnies!)

After getting Sherlock’s camouflage all finished, (which took AN HOUR mind you because he kept getting bored and there were times where you had to just ignore his shooting the handgun at the wall), you waited at the park and glanced towards the trees. A flashlight signalled and you knew that Sherlock was watching in case things got too stressful. You nodded and bit your lip, 'Thank You God for that wonderful man…’

John arrived in a taxi, fidgeting and nervous. 'Good, you better be nervous young man.’

You plastered a smile on your face and ran over to hug him, 'He practically REEKS of perfume.’

“Darling, how was the case?”

“Hm? Oh, it was good. Yeah i-it was good.”

'Liar.’ “Good! Now come on, I’ve already set up the picnic. I think it’s time I told you something very important.”

John gulped, but nodded and followed you to the edge of the woods surrounding the park.

You skipped along while holding his hand until you reached the secluded spot in the forest where the evening sunlight failed to reach through the dense leaves.

The picnic was all set up, with John’s favorites of course, and candles resting on top of elegant candle sticks giving the space light.

Both of you sat down and you glanced towards the small bush about 10 feet away that hid Sherlock.

After talking about your days and eating a bit, you cleared your throat and looked up at John. “So, John…”

He nearly choked on his food, “Y-Yes, dear?”

“I want to tell you why I brought you here,” You smiled, “Erm, as now, my past relationships weren’t very… pleasant. Many ending in me being cheated on and all that.”

His face paled.

You pretended to not notice and continued, “Well, this is actually, I guess you could say, a crime scene. Because whenever they would cheat on me, they would end up… missing,” Smiling a small smile, you glanced around, “This is where they are, six feet under each.” You leaned forward towards the terrified John Watson, “And I heard that someone’s been naughty, Mr. Watson.” You laughed and blew out the candles, covering the space in complete and utter darkness.

John screamed and started to run, but this is where Sherlock came in. He tripped John and pinned him down while you let yourself just chuckle evilliy.

“So John,” You turned on the flashlight and pointed the beam at his face, “What’s she like, this, Mary I hear about?”

Well, after a few more moments of torture, you finally gave out and started to laugh hysterically, waving to Sherlock to let John go.

John’s eyes widened when he saw Sherlock, “You helped her? But you said you-”

“I know what I said. But it had gone on far long enough, John. You hurt (Y/N) deeply, that much I can tell. Did you really think that for a moment I didn’t care about you both the same? That I would sacrifice her over yourself? No, you are both equals in my mind, and I intend to let that be known. If she had cheated on you, my actions would have been the same.” He glared at John, “But, this doesn’t mean that I will forgive you in the time being for your hurting her. Now, return to Mary, Mr. Watson. I think she deserves to know of this endeavour of yours.”

John stood there for a moment, stunned from the words that came from his friend’s mouth, then huffed and left.

You turned to Sherlock with tears in your eyes and forced a smile, “Well, they better stay together seeing that he thought she was worth cheating.”

Sherlock’s chest tightened at the sight of you crying and gathered you in his arms, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I shouldn’t have kept this from you.”

You hugged him tightly, letting your tears roll freely down your cheeks, “None of this is your fault, Sherl. Now, it seems we have more time to spend together. How about we go grab some ice cream?”

He scrunched his nose, “But you’ll get sick if you have any more. You ate a whole carton earlier.”

You winked at him, “I find your lack of faith disturbing, Holmes.”


TWO YEARS LATER…..

You kissed Sherlock’s cheek, “Love, it’s time that you go to bed. You’ve been at this all day and you’re exhausting yourself.”

He slumped further in his chair, “But I have to finish this case!! It’s imperative that it is solved as soon as possible!!!”

Massaging his shoulders, you pointed out, “Sherl, you won’t figure it out if your energy is all used up and your mind is tired. Now, go to sleep.”

Sherlock looked up at you with a small smile, “Mrs. Holmes, I love you dearly.” He sat you down in his lap and hugged you close to him, kissing your temple, then your lips.

You melted at his touch and murmured against his lips, “I have a deep regard for you as well, Mr. Holmes.”

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This is my first oneshot, please tell me how you liked it!!

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Love you my marshmallow bunnies!!!!

I was entertained, but definitely I wish Finn and company would’ve had more training time. Would’ve made it so much better, because this season didn’t really have a stand out moment. Maybe the drunken master fight. Overall, it ended on a pretty high note. Was a pretty enjoyable show. Not the best but I won’t complain too much about it. Certainly not horrible like reviews have implied.

Compared to Killgrave/Kingpin/Punisher, the villains were forgettable. So about 6/10.

I came to really like Danny, even if he was kind of boring. I wish they let him be more humorous.

Interesting story but poor writing. They also definitely could’ve used Chris Brewster’s help on the fight choreography, they just felt a bit stiff and unrealistic since they couldn’t hide Danny under a mask. Though considering he only had three weeks to train, 12-14 hours a day shooting, and he had 15-20 minutes to learn a fight scene before they have to shoot it, no matter how big the scene is. We should be happy they weren’t worse

I got the feeling they tried to compensate for the typical complaint of having a few episodes with lots of action being followed by slow filler episodes by trying to spread it out evenly, but the problem is better solved by just making the seasons shorter.

Defenders is going to come down to who they let take care of the writing. If it’s the people who’ve been behind Matt and Jessica, we’re in for a treat. If its the teams from Luke or Danny, could be rough.

Sugar daddy! AU BTS: Taehyung. The model.

Everything he wanted, he could get it. There’s nothing that he couldn’t have since he got into the modeling industry, hard work and good looks really paid him well. Taehyung’s only issue with his lavish lifestyle was simple; he got bored so easily, from girls, to material things, everything has become so dull to him.

And then there was you.

You, who disregarded him in the blink of an eye when he walked by while everyone was stunned by his presence.

You, who laughed at him and treated him like any person when he was used to being praised and adored all the time.

And even though he somehow hated how you wouldn’t get swept up by his presence, he was definitely starting to like how he had to earn it. He has always loved a good fight.

Even better if the prize is you.

He still remembers the first time you walked unto the set where the photo shoot would be done; leather jacket, ripped jeans, cigarette in mouth and a huge suitcase full of camera equipment along with 10 other people.

Honestly? You looked like you could beat the fuck out of him, but that only fueled his excitement, may or may not have made his submissive side show up.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Y/N and I’ll be your photographer”, he gave you one of his infamous smiles and said, “Kim Taehyung, the model”.

He expected a shy blush, a stutter, anything that could give you away, but instead he was met with a smirk and a puff of smoke.

“…Adorable, my pleasure, Taehyungie”, you answered, belittling his name on purpose, “Well, let’s get started”. You dropped his hand unceremoniously and walked away with another inhale of your cigarette.

Truth to be told, you were good, not just plain good, you were amazing and the photoshoot went off without a hitch. Somehow after that first meeting, seeing your face became more of a frequent thing.

And his flirting became more obvious and shameless, and your actions to brush him off became harsher.


“Let’s go out, Y/N!”, you side eyed him and looked back at your laptop, scanning over the recent photoshoot. “Are you crazy, Taehyung?”, you answered uninterested. “Not really”, he trailed off as you closed your stuff and handed a usb drive to someone, “sort of, but that’s not the point. We should totally go out”.
You stared at him, then softly prayed to the gods above that he could just leave you alone. “Look, I don’t know what got into you lately, but I don’t want to go out with you,” he stomped around like a little kid whining your name.

“But whyyy?”, you watched him go around for a while before collecting your stuff, “Sorry I can’t be your plaything, Taehyung, maybe in another lifetime!”, you yelled while walking to the van.

His actions never ceased and there is only a certain amount of annoyance anyone can take, God knows you tried. One of the times being when Taehyung decided that your house was more comfortable than his penthouse, you snapped.

“Y/N”, he whined, resting his legs on your lap while you typed furiously on your computer, “I’m hungryyy. Should we order food?”, you tried to ignore him but he wouldn’t stop whining and complaining.

You suddenly closed your laptop and stood up, getting his legs off you, he gave you a curious look and a “What?”, instead of answering, you grabbed him by the collar of his very expensive Gucci shirt with a furious expression—

And kissed him.
Hard.

I’m kissing Taehyung. The realization of your current situation hit you harder than you expected, but you pushed forward either way, finding Taehyung’s lips just the right combination of soft yet firm lips, rather delicious.

You waited for the impact of Taehyung’s kiss to be harsher, more tongue and teeth and definitely messier than now. But instead, he slowed down and savored the kiss, and one turned into three, and three turned into countless bites and licks.

One hand reaching your cheek while the other traveled to the back of your hair, tangling his hand in your locks. The hands on the collar of his shirt traveled to the expanse of his chest and the urge for air and something more made you break the kiss.

Have you ever seen someone this handsome? Even with his lips swollen and shirt wrinkled and messy hair, he looked even better than in your photos. If that was possible.

“This is nice”, he said with a smile coming to his lips, but you stood up and fixed your wrinkled t-shirt and opened your laptop again. “You got what you wanted, now go away”, his expression changed to one of total horror and you laughed.

“I knew it wouldn’t be that easy!”
“Of course it won’t, you idiot”.


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Credits to the owners.©

Veterinary medicine, seemingly more than any other profession, often has people asking why things cost what they do or even at all and why things are done the way they are. The most basic answer is because vets and their staff need and deserve to be paid and the hospital has bills of its own that must be paid in order to stay open and provide services. Another answer is because other people have screwed it up for the rest of you.

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The first thing he noticed upon stirring was the smell of the breakfast Levy had managed to produce. How with the long list of preparation work to do for the day -let alone the entire week- he didn’t know. Gajeel groaned then as he made himself slip out from between the thin mattress of the camper’s bed and the blankets, knowing full well that he’d also be just as busy. The only people who’d be able to enjoy another hot, muggy day were the 4H-ers. Tis the season.

What bacon, eggs, and biscuits and gravy were left were waiting on the small fold-out table when he emerged from within their home away from home for the fair week. Levy stood reading the show’s events and drinking coffee from her stainless steel thermos. Her hazel eyes glanced to him before going to her watch. “About time.”

Gajeel frowned and grunted, adjusting the crotch of his jeans. He surveyed the surrounding grounds. Many other families had campers as well and were camped in rows within walking distance from the barns. He didn’t see very many people out. “Where is everybody?”

“At the barns.”

“The kids too?”

“Yep.”

“It’s barely 7:30 am. Why can’t they do this during the school year?” Gajeel commented with a surprised look. He snatched a few pieces of bacon from the serving plate before him. “Did you cook this?”

Levy folded the paper and stuffed it into her back pocket, also where her phone and hair ties were stashed. “They serve breakfast from the kitchen by the extension office. Better eat all that you can. They’re going to need your help dragging the arena sand.”

Gajeel looked at her as he chewed another bite. “I figured. What about you?”

“I’m helping in my own way.” She pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes. “Hurry up and get going. It starts at 10.”

With that Levy left her husband to fend for himself. She mentally ran through things to accomplish before show time as she briskly made her way towards the large green-roofed barns. There were already a few kids coming back from the wash rack, towing freshly bathed horses. She let them cross through the wide entry first, searching for Melina while she waited.

The barn was a place of comfort for her. The scents of horses, leather, hay, and even the manure were all satisfyingly familiar and it eased her nerves. Walking purposefully for their stall lots, Levy spotted her seventeen-year-old sliding the stall door closed. “Is the feeding done?”

“Yea,” Melina said. “I just finished brushing him.”

“Rhett’s too?” Levy peered over the adjacent stall window to see her fourteen-year-old struggling; the gelding would not move his hoof for Rhett to use the hoof pick. The chestnut’s coat was clean at least.

“Do what I told you before,” she commented. “Run your fingers down the back of his leg.”

“I did.” Rhett let out a frustrated growl, still bent over. He pushed his shoulders into the gelding’s leg and pulled on it in an attempt to bring up the hoof.

Knowing there was a bunch of things that needed to be done in a short amount of time, Levy calmly entered the stall, taking Rhett’s hoof pick out of his hand. She promptly worked her magic and the gelding shifted, raising his hoof.

“I’ll finish him. Haul the tack up here from the trailer and then clean them off.”

Rhett huffed as he stepped into the busy barn aisle. He went with Melina, hurrying down the gravel path. Their mother then resumed the tasks of mucking out the stalls and cleaning up their aisle way. By the time she had finished, sweat accumulated on her skin and strands of her hair stuck to her face and neck. Her children had lugged their wheelbarrows full of riding equipment and were seated in their fold out chairs thoroughly wiping the leather pieces down.

After wiping her face with a towel of their show box, Levy blew out a quick breath. She could smell herself; a shower would be a luxury no one involved with the show could afford at the moment. It would have to wait until the evening. She checked the shower stalls for availability and returned in a near jog.

“Grab ‘em,” she said, pointing to the animals. “Get to the baths before someone else does.” She hurriedly flipped open the box lid and pulled out the large blue grooming caddy, complete with brushes, shampoo, and conditioner, while Melina and Rhett opened the stalls to collect their horses.

After the horses were squeaky clean and show-ring ready, there was enough time to spare for Melina and Rhett to wash up and change. Gajeel soon found them, making his way through the crowded aisles. Sweat poured from his skin. In his one arm was a few bottles of cold water. He used a blue handkerchief to wipe away the droplets trickling down his forehead with his free hand and offered them the bottles. “Almost show time.”

“Sit still,” Levy murmured to Melina as she shifted in the chair. Her words were slightly muffled due to the hair pins stuck between her lips, her fingers intertwined within Melina’s black curls to produce the tail end of a long single braid.

“No one’s gonna see my hair, mom. I have to wear my helmet.”

Levy ignored her. “I’m almost done.”

The arena speakers crackled to life with the female voice testing the volume and sound. It was almost time to begin. Checking the show program, Gajeel saw she was listed in the third class. He grabbed Melina’s western saddle to begin tacking up her black gelding. The saddle blanket matched her teal show jacket. Gladious quietly stood for him to cinch up the latigo, tightening the saddle and teal saddle blanket to him.

The large arena had bleachers on both sides. The metal seating was full with spectators awaiting the classes to begin. Levy stood with Gajeel by the white railing as both of their children mounted their horses in the smaller practice ring to warm up. They watched Melina hold the reins while Rhett adjusted his stirrups. His green show jacket was a great contrast to his gelding’s rich, reddish coat.

Melina’s riding form was spot on as she guided Gladious around the ring. The gelding’s topline was level, his head vertical just as a western pleasure horse should carry himself. His coat glistened in the sunlight. His legs effortlessly pulled them along around in the sand. Rhett came up alongside her and they urged their horses into a slow lope. Nervous smiles were etched on their faces.

Gajeel bent down close to Levy’s ear, his lips brushing it. “A sweaty Hamilton says she takes her first class,” he murmured. His large hand slipped to her waist. “Rhett too.”

He was met with a giggle. “A sweaty sock Ten, huh? So little faith.”

He pursed his lips and pinched her side. “I didn’t say that.”

“Uh-huh. Betting on our children…” She bumped his leg with her hip. “Make it a crisp Jackson.” Levy kept her eyes on her children, confident that they both would do very well in their riding classes. She was after all their riding instructor and 4-H club leader. She had made them practice almost every day.

A female voice boomed in the air; the speakers were loud across the fairgrounds. “Hello and welcome to the second day of the horse and pony show. We will be starting with the Western Pleasure walk/trot class in five minutes. Horsemanship classes will follow after a twenty-minute break for lunch. Would all 4H-ers in the walk/trot class enter the ring, please.”

Her husband looked at her with a smirk. “Where are you hiding dry money at in this heat?”

The hazel eyes behind the dark sunglasses squinted up at his red ones as they slipped down from her face to the buttons on her chest. She smiled. “Not there…”

anonymous asked:

Hey! I'm the anon who wrote about the real sweet gym guy 😄 last Saturday when I was sick. I'm much better now! Anywho, I went to my workout class today (Saturday) & I made sure my gym look was on point 😉. My plan was to show out in front of him lol. Went to class & only 4 people showed up out of the 10 that signed up. He wasn't there today 😔. DAMMMNN IT!!! I was really hoping to maybe exchange numbers. Now I gotta wait until next Saturday to make my move if he shows up *fingers crossed*

He better show up next time ㅜㅜ

anonymous asked:

Yeah, I think Finn found his calling/ passion / whatever you want to call it in teaching. I started to like him a bit in season 3, because they diverted away from the whole ' perfect popular jock' thing and he struggles with what he was gonna do after high school. It also shows how unhealthy finchel was tho cuz he said ' I'm not Rachel' 'I'm not a star like Rachel' like 10 times. I actually thought season 4 was gonna be interesting, following what they did in high school

GOD YEAH he had a BIGG complex when it came to failure. it made me feel bad bc rachel in a way kind of contributed 2 that. she basically used sex with him 2 get better at a role and often patronized him. i raelly didn’t like their dynamic at all, it seemed like almost all of rachel’s relationships had this horrible competition within them :0 (her relationship w kurt and santana show this A LOT)

anonymous asked:

Does it brother you when fans characterize Bakugou wrong? Like, when fans say that Bakugou is only a bad person, and that he deserves worse punishment for what he did? Or, on the other side, fans who ignore all of Bakugou's bad actions, and say he's a "sweet cinnamon roll who did nothing wrong"?

well, of course it bothers me

Bakugou isn’t some 100% completely evil and irredeemable character, but he’s also not some perfect cinnamon roll who’s never made mistakes before

Bakugou is a very complex character. he abused and bullied Izuku for 10 years, and that just can’t be ignored. that alone should be enough to show that he isn’t perfect. 

but he’s not just some evil person with no hope of becoming better. he’s shown time and time again that he has the potential to become a better person. 

we’ve even had two characters, in-story, directly state that Bakugou isn’t a villain. he may not be a saint, but he’s definitely no villain. particularly Aizawa–Shigaraki seriously thinks he can use Bakugou due to his desire to win. what Shigaraki doesn’t understand is that Bakugou wants to become a hero like All Might. Shigaraki, as Aizawa says, is very shallow in his judgement of Bakugou.

we’ve had an entire story arc where Bakugou is offered a chance to join the villains, and he all but spits in their face with a heartfelt, “Go fuck yourself with a rake.”

we’ve had more than one arc in the story show us that there’s more to Bakugou than what he seems. he respects Uraraka and treated her as an equal during their fight. he’s serious about becoming a hero like All Might, and will push himself to his absolute limits to reach this ideal. he avoided using large-scale attacks to protect Kaminari and Kirishima from their blowback, he feels guilty for how his actions eventually lead to All Might’s retirement.

yes, he hurt and abused Izuku for 10 years. that can’t be ignored. but there’s more to his character than just this. (and i’m 100% positive the story is progressing to a point where Bakugou will give Izuku a damn good apology for what he did.)

Bakugou is an incredibly complex character. of course it bugs me when people misinterpret his character to such extremes. both are incredibly black and white views of him, and they completely ignore the gray areas that make up most of his character and motivations.

he’s determined, angry, has both an inferiority and superiority complex, is a perfectionist and will push himself to unhealthy extremes to reach it, feels conflicted, frustrated, desperate, guilty, shame, pride, fear, happiness, doesn’t know how to express emotions without violence or being aggressive (like returning Kirishima’s money or telling All Might to be careful), etc.

he’s incredibly multi faceted. he’s not pure good or pure evil–he’s a wall of gray, just like people in real life. everyone has different sides to them. 

everyone is entitled to their own interpretations of characters, of course. but intentionally ignoring good or bad aspects of his character is rather irresponsible, i think. Bakugou can only grow so much because he started out so bad.

to me, it’s sorta like… how can you hope to truly understand a character if you’re ignoring major points that make the character who they are? 

and this applies to all character, not just Bakugou. every character has their own motivations and history and personality traits that lead them to act as they do, and it all builds on each other. good or bad, this applies to every character.

(thankfully, i’ve almost never come across those areas of the fandom, so i’ve personally never had to deal with these sorts of opinions before)

You have to understand that Seth and I have been friends since we were 7, well he’s older so he was like 9. That’s righ Seth, I said it, you’re older. In fact, if you follow his show, “Robot Chicken”, I’ve actually been credited in every single episode he ever made. Because when he started the show I was like ‘I want credit in every single episode’.
Again, I’ve known Michelle Trachtenberg since she was probably 5.
And David and I will always have a connetion, and we’ll always stay friends. Not to mention the fact that his show has way better catering than mine, any chance I can get to slip over there, visit him, visit Emily, and also, get some food. I’m very often motivated by food. […] We all shoot on the same lot and the Bones set, it’s year 10, so they get fancy food. A lot of times David would text me when there’s something good over there, and I’d come and visit, mainly to get food.
Teen Wolf Preference: How they help you smile...

Requested by anon

Stiles:

Whenever you’re feeling low or just not quite right, all Stiles has to do is spend time with you. He’ll bring you some sweets and he’ll sit with you and tell you all about his nerdy theories or make a tonne of jokes. If that doesn’t work? He’ll sit and cuddle with you until he sees a smile…

Scott:

If you felt sad or horrible Scott would do silly little things like his stupid dancing that never failed to get you to laugh or crack a smile. He would do anything, no matter how embarrassing just to make you happy. 

Isaac:

When you weren’t feeling right it was always Isaac who would find you. He’d watch whatever you wanted on TV, even if it was something he hated as long as it made you feel better. Because you were honestly worth watching people get married on some cheesy reality TV Show…

Lydia:

When you felt down and sad Lydia had one quick way to cheer you up and that was shopping. We’re not talking serious shopping though, we’re talking finding the ugliest pieces of clothing and making fun of them or giggling about shoes that looked like they could kill. It made you smile 9/10 times. 

Allison: 

Allison had two fail safe ways of helping you smile. Number one was a bountiful supply of cuddles, and number two? Was a marathon of some of the scariest movies and lots of popcorn which you could cry and laugh over.

It Was Better When...

• It was better when the Doctor sent Rose away twice because he loved her.

• It was better when Jack held onto the TARDIS while traveling through the vortex and died because of it.

• It was better when the Doctor actually saw the first face his new face saw instead of imagining her there in a quick half ass way.

• It was better when his regeneration took longer because he so badly didn’t want to go.

• It was better (and correct) when Gallifrey didn’t love the Doctor.

• It was better when the Doctor said “No More” and stopped the Time War instead of hanging out whittling while a war rages for centuries around him.

• It was better when 10 was naked in the TARDIS and it actually made logical sense as to why he was naked.

• It was better when RTD ran the show.

Today I would like to discuss 5sos’ second favorite thing behind groupies- damage control. We’ve discussed their use of damage control in one of our past posts, but we thought it would be helpful to make an entire post dedicated to it to really prove how they “get away” with their stupid antics. A lot of the time when we talk about damage control, we get asked what it means. Damage control is measures taken to offset or minimize damage to reputation, credibility, or public image caused by a controversial act, remark, or revelation. In simpler terms, it’s an act that someone takes to cover their own ass. 90% of their tweets have become cover ups to make sure their reputation and how their fans feel about them doesn’t turn negative. They have brainwashed their fans to think they make absolutely no mistakes and do or say no wrong. Their fans think that they have “”“chosen the right idols”“” just by the way 5sos tweet. I have a few examples today that I would like to share. Just like the groupies post, I could have used so many but I honestly cannot even remember all of them. For the last year and a half, I’ve watched 5sos use their twitters for their own advantages. Following fans, tweeting cheesy things to make girls swoon; it’s all ways to get revenue, to make people talk so highly of them, and to drown out all of the things that they get caught doing. If anyone has anymore examples of damage control, please send them our way. We didn’t feel like going through their entire twitters (ESPECIALLY the band account) because it would take ages since they tweet many times a day. The more examples the better. Hopefully these will show the fans that not everything is rainbows, butterflies, pizza, and fans in 5sos’ heads. Because it’s not. Everything nice that 5sos have done- on twitter and off- in the past few weeks have been mechanisms in order to make their fans believe they love them. They know their fans are beyond livid over the groupie situation and how they have been treating them, so they’re going above and beyond to get back the respect from their fans.They have a way with making their fans believe so highly of them just by the touch of their iPhone keyboards. They’re pretty sketchy in 140 characters. 

This is one of the most recent damage control tactics. @Ashtonsliam had a terrible experience with 5sos; saying that they completely ignored them, were disgustingly rude, and she was horrified by the people she’s been supporting. She wrote a rant and tweeted it. This rant blew up on twitter, getting hundreds of retweets and favorites. Obviously, 5sos had to have seen it because they pretty much see everything since they’re on social media 24 hours of the day. This resulted in Luke following her. Why would he do this? Not because he wanted to see her tweets on his timeline (she was bashing his entire band) or because he wanted to do something nice, but to make it look like they care for their fans. He thought to himself, “Hey, if I follow her- all will be forgotten. She’ll love us again because I’m so nice and love the fans more than anything in the world- or at least that’s what I want everyone to think.” You can tell she wasn’t even happy about it and it came to a surprise. She didn’t spam him and nobody spammed her username to him. He saw the rant and took it upon himself to make the situation disappear by following her. Also, in that screenshot of him following her- that tweet that it says, “Very sorry we can’t meet everybody all the time, this girl made me happy though. My face looks weird” is yet another example of damage control from that day. Fans were pissed they ignored them, so he posted a picture of him and a fan. 100% to make himself look better and to halt the rumors. Childish.

This one is very interesting in terms of damage control because it shows you the exact time frame of how some of it happens. Look at the time between @Kimey5sos tweeted negatively about 5sos and then look at the time the 5sos account tweeted to THANK THE AUSSIES. 10 minutes apart. I’m guessing at least one of the members follows her and they saw it on their timeline? This happens time and time again. If you are fooled by this, I truly feel so sorry for you because you’ve been tricked. These kids look up their names on twitter, read the bad shit, then try to clear it up by tweeting nice things. And she was right- they care way more about breaking America than giving their gratitude to the fans who supported them before 1D. 

We have used these two pictures before in our groupies post but we thought we would share it again because it is what you would find under “damage control” if you happened to look up the definition. In April, this hookup tweeted out that she got last minute free tickets from Calum. Fans see this on twitter and become upset and enraged by this because of the backstory. Fans had been waiting outside all day to see if they could get in. I’m not saying 5sos should give free tickets away, but if they’re going to, give them to the fans who are dedicated to supporting you. Not a girl who you get with occasionally and want to reward her. After this drama happened, about two weeks later, Michael went on the band account and tweeted the above picture. A few things to note: people usually do good deeds without wanting something out of it. Don’t display your good deed for the world to see because then it doesn’t look genuine and it’s almost begging for brownie points. Also keep in mind that he could have very well tweeted this off of his own account, but for some reason they like to do the most damage control on their band account. Maybe this way it makes the whole band look good instead of just one member? I’m sure that’s the reason. “Legitimately have 10 of these and apparently everybody outside already has tickets dammit lol #generousfail”? Please. I can 100% tell you that you would have never seen this tweet if that hookup never posted her free tickets and if the fans never got infuriated with the band. This is one of the funniest ones to me because it is just so FAKE. 

I saved the best one for last. The picture of the trash with 5sos letters in them is from 5sos throwing the fan letters in a trash bag and tossing it outside their hotel room in the hotel hallway. Now, before I begin with this- celebrities obviously can’t read every single letter they receive nor would they want to, but don’t throw out the letters where fans cannot see them or find them. Throw it somewhere where the fans won’t see their handwork and generosity being trashed and disposed. This picture should show how much they really care. If they cared enough to not want to hurt fans’ feelings, they would have found a way to get rid of the gifts and letters in secret. They just toss it outside their rooms. This picture is not doctored or fake; it was posted by 5sos update accounts months prior to us writing this post. Some fan walked by the trash bag, saw the letter poking out of the top, and pulled out the yellow envelope to take this exposing picture. The picture below it is a screenshot of a tweet by Calum around the same time that the trash bag picture surfaced and blew up all over twitter. He’s kidding, right? You appreciate them SO MUCH that you discard them? It doesn’t add up. This is definitely one of my favorite damage control techniques they have ever used because it’s completely heartless and it’s all about the fans. He would have never tweeted this if they didn’t get caught. They think that their tweets can completely diminish the situation but it doesn’t. If you want to make things right, don’t cover it up with nice things. They just bury and bury and bury things that don’t put them in a good light.

5sos use social media to their advantage like every other celebrity but in a different way. Social media gives celebrities a chance to be close to their fans in a way that never would have been imaginable without Twitter/ Instagram/ ect. 5sos use twitter as a way to dissolve any conflict or negative thought about them that may come along to their fans. Their fans see the shit that they do and they have all the rights in the world to be upset, and then 5sos almost somewhat belittle their fans’ feelings. It’s like they are basically saying, “But we’re great guys who love our fans more than anything so forget about what we do so you can’t be mad at us.” It doesn’t work like that. Life doesn’t work like that. Time and time again they do something idiotic, they get caught by the fans, fans get enraged, 5sos tweet something nice, and it’s somewhat resolved. It’s a circle of events that happen maybe once a month and it’s so sad to me. They are making their fans think they are these four perfect best friends/band mates who would do anything for their fans and never do anything wrong. Don’t want to tweet about something stupid you did or own up to it? Then don’t. But do not come on twitter and try to get the negative spotlight off of your band because you’re afraid of losing fans, which is ultimately losing supporters who give you money. “At least 5sos interact with their fans on twitter,” is a phrase I’ve seen way more than I would like to in the last year and a half 5sos have been linked to 1D. I don’t know about you, but I would rather have my favorite group tweet sincere, genuine, or funny 140 character sentences rather than a cover up story to distract me from their wrongdoing or to make me believe they have hearts of gold. You may think they interact with you because they love you, but 90% of the time it’s to make sure you are still a fan after they’ve screwed up. Keep a look out for these damage control tactics for the rest of the time of them being a band. They’ve done it since I can remember, so why would they stop now? You’re supposed to learn from your mistakes, not cover your ass to make sure you still have supporters. They do this to make you think they’re different people than they are. 5sos only show you the side of their life that they want you to see, just remember that. Hopefully the next time you get their tweet notification sent to your phone and it’s one of the band members conveniently tiptoeing around a bad situation, remember that they’re just assuring they’ll still have the same fans to buy their future albums. 

anonymous asked:

1) i love your icon and 2) i'd like to see your review of the fault in our stars

Thank you! Although, it may be the only thing you love about me after this.

**contains spoilers**

First of all, I have always believed that if someone creates something and feels the need to explain it after it’s been made, they’ve done a bad job at making that thing. So to have people exploding with irritation at Augustus when the trailer came out and to make a meme about it followed by John Green coming out to explain how Augustus started out as really cocky and a douchebag and later softens as he gets to know Hazel (spoiler: he doesn’t), that’s a huge failure before the movie even hits theaters. Moving on.

TFIOS is so, so boring. Most of the scenes waste so much time filling time instead of advancing the plot. Or, rather, all of the scenes do this and about 5-10% of those scenes serve to advance or deepen the plot. Audiences know they’re going to fall in love even if they’ve never read the book or been inundated with tumblr’s bullshit spam about it - what the fuck are you doing wasting so much damn time filling space with literally nothing. Taking the time to outline how the actors feel about each other (for example, the dinner in Amsterdam scene) is almost an insult to the audience - no, strike that - it is an insult to the audience. The director and writers assume that there’s no way the audience could ascertain how Hazel and Augustus feel without blatantly writing it out because actors who can convey emotions through acting is so outdated, right?

The actors themselves - Shailene Woodley and Ansel Elgort - might have had a chance to do well in this movie if paired with someone else. Even when Hazel and Gus become friends, there’s still this cold separation between them - and before you tell me “she’s closing herself off because she doesn’t want to fall in love!” yeah, I’ve fucking experienced life too. And when you become friends with someone, it doesn’t look like someone spent a shitton of time cropping you into a scene with the other person. We know they’re going to fall in love - that was the main damn selling point of this shitbucket of a film - so why does it feel like they’re in two different rooms? Did you know during the filming of Some Like It Hot, Marilyn Monroe had become so fucked up and unreliable that a lot of her scenes with the other actors were filmed separately? So, she’s talking towards the camera and they’re talking towards the camera but because they’re such damn good actors you didn’t know until someone told you. Because that’s how acting works - kindly send that memo to Woodley & Elgort.

Their acting styles don’t mesh whatsoever. Woodley, who was raised in the atrocious ABC Family style of acting (my deepest condolences) is rigid and seems like she’s trying so damn hard to make it convincing (hint: if it seems like you’re trying hard, you’re not convincing). Elgort, on the other hand, seems more like a theater kid - overacting everything; an overly expressive amateur at best. Gag me with a spoon.

The major plot and sub-plots are so painfully formulaic and chock full of such obvious pandering that I was literally gagging (3 times) and rolling my eyes (6 times) and sighing (countless times) during this movie. I kept checking to see how long it had left because my Pandering Bullshit Bag was overflowing with Pandering Bullshit with well over forty minutes left of the movie. I can understand how unweathered viewers would respond to this movie - please note my refusal to call it a film - with the highest of praise because this is the same soylent green you’ve been fed from Twilight and The Notebook. This movie (and the book it was based on) was created knowing it’d get lots of money because it appeals to a teenager’s weak points - the weakest point being they don’t know how to discern good movies from bad (see: Twilight’s box office numbers). I’m nowhere near an expert, but even I can see this movie is a dog turd covered in cow shit.

The music is so stereotypical they might as well have hired Alex Borstein to yell “WE WANT YOU TO FEEL _______” over and over again instead of paying royalties to some no-name artists for some Bargain Bin version of the soundtrack from A Walk To Remember. I need a minute to recover from my post-movie watching gag/eye roll session.

Alright, I’m back. Let’s discuss Augustus’s douchebaggery, shall we?

So, Green insists that Waters goes from giant nasty gross thing projecting bullshit imagery and romantics everywhere he goes to an actual human being. Okay, I get how you wanted to do that, but you know what happens instead? They fuck and Hazel gets a dose of his douchebaggery by being all metaphors and drama afterwards. Who gives a shit about that math nonsense? Or that nurse monologue about “I was saving my 10” [hold for gagging]. She literally lets a part of him inside of her - and what happens to him? He fucking dies. Nice little allusion to Buffy on that one, but also fuck you for associating one of the best TV shows of all time with this giant vomitropolis (a city made out of vomit). Augustus shushes Hazel and that kicked my annoyance for that butt sucker into overdrive. He doesn’t respect her wishes (to be left alone, obviously), because he somehow knows better. And what’s worse is that Hazel allows herself to be the role model for young female readers by letting him have his way with her under the guise of giving life a chance. I gave life a chance once. You know how? I smoked weed. That’s giving life a chance. Letting some mopey-eyed pirate hipster prey on you and literally manipulate you with his ~fantastic ideas~ isn’t giving life a chance. That’s putting yourself in an emotionally abusive relationship (had Augustus lived, I have absolutely no doubts this would have happened) because you’re young and dumb and (want to be) full of cum.

This movie attempts to be one thing, and through its painful and nauseatingly obvious attempts, completely fails. Go ahead and watch it if you want, but find it for free. John Green has made a career out of taking advantage of teenage minds - for which I actually respect him, from a business standpoint - but open your damn eyes and please be aware of how obvious all of this is.

I don’t understand how critics gave this movie anything more than a C rating but whoever they are, kindly put me in contact with them. I’ve got some sketchy timeshares and junk cars with glued-on bumpers to sell them.

DILLON RUPP IMAGINE FOR BRIANNA AKA CAMERONDALLASBUYERSCLUB AKA ONE OF THE CUTEST PEOPLE EVER SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAE!!


“Whatever then..” you said into the phone, and you heard Dillon sigh. He was away on tour, and whenever he was away you two always had miscommunications. You would miss a call, he’d miss an important text and somewhere down the line a fight would start. It usually always happened, but this was about your birthday.
He had promised before he left that he’d come home in time for your birthday, and said he had planned a whole day just for you two. Well, apparently that wasn’t on anymore because the tour had been extended by a week. You had incidentally never gotten his text saying that, so when he called you up telling you that he was sorry he couldn’t make it, you immediately got upset.
“But baby, you promised!” You had whined sadly, feeling like a child. You usually didn’t whine and complain about things, but Dillon had been gone over a month and you missed him.
“I know, I know but that was before they added an extra week. I can’t change that, babygirl.” He had explained, his patience wearing thin. You hated making him upset, and you hated being upset, but either way you couldn’t win. It was either tell him how you feel and make him angry or sit and suffer in silence, slowly growing to resent him. And you’d rather not end up hating the love of your life, since you did plan on spending the rest of your life with him.
After a hushed and short fight, you hit the end call button, feeling sick to your stomach. You went to bed worried, your insides churning as you tossed and turned. Tomorrow would be your birthday, and Dillon wouldn’t be there.

You woke up the next morning to breakfast in bed from your parents, and your younger sibling jumping on your bed, holding a huge bag containing your presents. After you managed to calm them down and eat, you opened your gifts in front of your parents, thanking them immensely for everything.
“Well, your birthday only comes once a year. Better make it a good one!” Your dad said, and you smiled at him. He wad right, just because Dillon wasn’t there didn’t mean your birthday had to suck.
After hugging your parents and thanking them again, you asked them if you could invite a couple friends over for a little party. They agreed and your mother ran around trying to make the place look “festive” or something along those lines. She loved company, and you think she might enjoy rushing around, decorating anything in her path.
You invited a good amount of friends over and started getting ready, putting on your favorite dress and perfecting your hair like your mother had taught you, then applying some makeup. By the time you were done it was 11 AM and you could hear bustling around downstairs, so you went down to see.
“Should we get another cake? Maybe some balloons too? Wait, hun, could you pick up a sandwich tray?” Your mom asked, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Mom, it’s fine. It’s just a few friends coming over to hang out.”
“I know, but it’s your birthday!” She exclaimed, and then went back to running around, asking where her streamers were and the table covers.
The day went by fast and before you knew it, your friends were gathered in your living room, laughing and goofing off. You tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach as you checked your phone to find no messages from Dillon. Not even a single call. Was he still mad at you? Why would he be so mad as to not wish you a happy birthday?“
The doorbell rang and your friends looked around, wondering who was arriving.
"I ordered some pizza, I hope you don’t mind!” Your mother said and you smiled at her.
“I’ll go get it, thanks mom!” You said, grabbing the cash sitting out on the counter and heading toward the door. You opened it and there was a guy in a snug baseball cap with the pizza place’s logo on it standing there, holding maybe 6 or 7 pizzas stacked high in his arms.
“Hey, hows it going?” He asked gruffly, shifting the pizzas in his arms.
“Uh, pretty good. You?” You asked, taking the pizzas from him and handing him the cash. He counted it and pulled his hat down even farther, shielding his face.
“Why’d you order so many pizzas?” He asked, handing you your receipt. You wondered why he didnt tape it to the box, but you shrugged it off. Maybe the guy didnt know how to deliver pizzas.
“Uh, my mom ordered them. I’m having a little birthday party thing.” You said, confused over why he was still standing there. He had his money plus a tip, so why was he still there?
“A birthday thing? Is it your birthday today?” He asked, still looking at the ground. He was beginning to sound familiar, but you couldn’t place it. It was on the tip of your tongue, but his rough voice threw you off.
“Yes, it is.” You said, putting the pizzas down on the table next to the door. Maybe he’d take the hint to leave if he realized you were going to go inside.
“Well, happy birthday then you beautiful girl.” He said, but in a different voice. A voice that sounded a lot like…
The guy took off his cap and threw it to the ground, revealing himself.
It was Dillon.
You shrieked and jumped on him, hugging him tight. His arms immediately wrapped around your middle, pulling you closer to him. After going over a month without seeing him, you never wanted to let him go again. Excitement bubbled inside of you and you let out a muffled yell into his shoulder, making him chuckle.
“I missed you too, baby.” He said, and you could feel the rumble of laughter make its way through his chest.
You jumped down and looked at him, taking his face in your hands.
“You said you were gonna be gone another week?” You asked, and he shrugged.
“The show can go one without me. My babygirl needed me, it’s her birthday after all.” He said, and you hugged him again, pulling back only to let him kiss you, and you more than enthusiastically kissed him back.
“Would you two maybe want to come in?” You dad asked from behind you and you jumped, but Dillon laid a reassuring hand on your waist, and smiled at your dad. Your dad went from a stern look to a grin, and pulled Dillon in for a hug.
“Pretty sure you just made her birthday ten times better. Don’t go hurting her now.” Your dad said to him, and Dillon nodded.
“I won’t, sir. I promise.” Dillon said gentlemanly, and held his hand out, indicating for you to go inside first. You did, and he followed you inside, locking the front door behind him.
The party deteriorated around 10 PM, but Dillon was still there, his things in the guest bedroom which was conveniently located next to yours. He’d be staying for a few days before heading back to the tour, just in time for the last show.
Late that night, or really it must’ve been early morning, Dillon snuck into your room, whispering your name.
“What?” You asked tiredly, and he chuckled softly.
“You’re so cute when you’re cranky.” He said, slipping into the bed beside you. You felt his hand snake around until it found your waist and he pulled you to him, your back hitting his chest softly.
“What’s up, babe?” You asked him, and he hummed.
“Nothing. I just couldn’t stand being so close to you and not at the same time. If we’re gonna be within 100 feet of each other, I want to be with you at all times.” He said in your ear, and his hot breath tickled a little.
“I love you, Dillon.” You said, letting the words slip out. You had never said them, but now that you did, it felt right. It felt good and natural and the words filled you up and swallowed you hole at the same time, flipping your stomach dozens of times as you waited for him to respond.
“I love you too, baby. So much more than you’ll ever know, more than I’ll ever admit because it’s scary.” He said quietly, and you rolled over to look him in the eyes. His were big and full of emotion, from what you could see in the dark, and yours must’ve been the same way because he brought a hand to your cheek, smiling at you.
“I hope you had a great birthday, babe.” He said, and you smirked at him.
“It was great because you came.” You said, closing your eyes and relaxing in his arms. Thoughts flew mindlessly and soon you found yourself asking him a question.
“Dillon? Where did you get the pizza hat from?” You asked, and he laughed.
“I saw a spare in the real pizza guy’s backseat and took it when he wasn’t looking.”
“Dillon! That’s stealing!” You said, but you didn’t really care. What he did was too cute to makr you angry.
“It’s only fair, I mean look at you.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Well, you stole my heart.”
You blushed and chuckled. “You’re so cheesy it hurts.”
“You know you love me.”
“I do, I really do.”


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Tokyo Ghoul √A and more of its problems

Beware, this will be a long post, You have been warned.

Reading all these posts properly explaining and giving a lot of arguments about why Tokyo Ghoul √A didn’t deliver the hype and doesn’t do justice to its anime adaptation reminds me of another thing that some people had to mention:

Ishida had his draft/script for season 2, his draft was probably full of details for a possible anime original route who would actually make sense (we all know he wouldn’t do the story and that weird pacing like that and especially Tsukiyama’s nonexistent character development or Kaneki’s insane reduced screen time on season 2, its all the studio’s fault) and MANY things were probably skipped or away from the final result, which is this goddamn 12 episodes thing, and I still don’t get that stupid love of Pierrot for 12 episodes, seriously.
Probably Ishida’s draft was too long and with so many details for Pierrot’s stupid desire to do only 12 episodes (there was even a post here on tumblr talking about how they didn’t have much priorities for Tokyo Ghoul’s anime). Then Tokyo Ghoul is the one to suffer the most with its anime adaptations… okay the manga is still selling a lot BUT I wouldn’t really like to see one of my favorite mangas be known for butchered and messed up anime adaptations at the same time. I’m sure Ishida wouldn’t like to see that too…

And no, I’m not that manga reader complaining about Root A just because it’s not following 100% of the manga. I was actually hyped for season 2 since EVERY mistake from season 1 was pointed out, I even thought the studio would actually fix all of their past issues on last season, but I got even more hyped especially when Kaneki went to Aogiri (I was even okay without the epic 103 bones scene because of the alternate route) and the first episodes were more focused on the plot and explaining stuff but then… it became a trainwreck.

Not to mention how they butchered Kaneki’s development even more than season 1 for a lot of screen time on CCG and their doves. Sigh, even a fucking coffee cup from Anteiku would get a lot of screen time, or then people/ghouls staring at each other for 20/30 seconds.
“OH BUT THE MANGA ALSO HAD THOSE SCENES INVOLVING AMON, AKIRA, SUZUYA, SHINOHARA ETC”
At least the manga knew how to balance time between CCG, Kaneki and his group, Anteiku, even the twins, Doctor Kanou, Aogiri… even Shachi’s fight against Kaneki was better, and it was clear what happened to Shachi since he went to Aogiri. In the anime he just disappeared after Eto talked to him.

And… well, what about Kanou and Rize? This is so intriguing to me since they still didn’t show it.

Another detail:
Episode 8 had some good moments like Yoshimura’s past, and how he and Ukina had a baby… HOWEVER the anime made it look like an asspull with 11 out of 10 explanations such as “there was a little possibility of that happening, but then they made a miracle and the baby was born”. Congratulations, Studio Pierrot.
The manga clearly explained that the baby between a human and a ghoul would need nutrients and that would only be possible if the human mother started to do cannibalism so the baby would be able to survive and make it out alive. 
Meanwhile, what the anime does instead of adding an important explanation? We will add people at Anteiku making coffees and drinking coffee cups for almost a minute, or people talking about how it’s snowing during that episode.

And don’t even make me begin on stuff that they didn’t even bother to explain in such big details like the manga would do involving each Kagune’s type, or then the RC Cells (one of the things that shows the differences between humans and ghouls) who were probably never mentioned in the animation…

I’m fine with alternate stories (especially Fullmetal Alchemist’s first animation), but to be honest Tokyo Ghoul Root A (or Root Asshole like some people said here) was a disappointment :/.

Note: This is named Root A, which means something like Route Aogiri, right?
Why they have that name when Aogiri and Kaneki working for them didn’t even have enough screen time except for a few episodes? The main reason I was hyped for that season was because of a possibility of more screen time for Aogiri members, but that did not happen…
I even think they did this “alternate route” thing because of a poor excuse/marketing BS so they could rush the manga’s plot with a few differences with the possibility of the same outcome like the manga’s ending.
Maybe the alternate route could finally be shown on Anteiku Raid since we saw Touka coming to Anteiku on episode 9, but the final result of it still wouldn’t make up for the mess that they made in the story…

See, 12 episodes for each season does not make sense at all.
The thing is to pray for a remake with Madhouse (especially known for Death Note, Hunter x Hunter’s remake and Parasyte, who is showing to TG and Pierrot how an anime adaptation must be made), Bones (FMA Brotherhood) or Production I.G. (Attack on Titan), even if it takes years to happen.

anonymous asked:

could you write a fic about ian and mickey reminiscing about their first kiss? :)

So I switched this up but it does include Ian and Mickey reminiscing about first kiss (i just wanted more ian/mickey and emma [their daughter] lol)

FIC A DAY IN MAY-DAY 5

Ian walks the halls of his daughter’s elementary school searching for the right classroom, that he always sees to forget even having to write the number on his hand a few times. Ian finds it and quietly opens the door. Emma’s teacher greets him warmly and calls out for Emma to grab her things. Emma does so quickly and runs to her daddy. Ian squats down to give Emma a hug and then grabs her hand as they exit the classroom, both thanking Emma’s teacher as they leave.

Emma is swinging their arms as they walk the halls talking a mile a minute about all they did in class today and Ian laughs along to his daughter’s hurried speech. Emma finishes talking about her day and she’s silent for a few minutes.

Ian is about to ask her if something was wrong when she timidly asks, “Hey Daddy…how did you know you loved Papa?”

Ian smiles softly thinking about it. The truth is he was never aware of when the exact moment he knew he loved with Mickey was. It was sometime between when his mom came back after several years absence and he ran to Mickey’s house and when Mickey beat up Ned. Or maybe a bit after that.

Ian finally sighs and answers Emma truthfully ”I don’t really know, sweetie. There wasn’t really a time I didn’t love your Dad.”

“Oh” Emma looks down.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Cause… I think I might love Stevie”

“Stevie… Stevie Dunham?”

Emma nods excitedly. Ian laughs.

“Why do you think you love Stevie?”

“Cause he’s silly and he’s nice to me and he plays with me and he protects me, and says nice things to me” Emma says counting on her little fingers the different things Stevie does for her. On the list also was Stevie giving her a picture he painted and letting her borrow his legos. “And…and he also…he also. Kissed me”

Ian stops walking causing Emma to stop too. 

“He…he what?” Ian turns to her

“He kissed me! Right here.” Emma explains pointing to her soft, pinch-able cheeks. “And I see you and Papa kiss all the time and I know you guys love each other. You only say it like 5 times a day”

“We don’t—well..” Ian laughs awkwardly. Ian bends down to be on Emma’s level. “Emma did you want him to kiss you?”

“Yes!” Emma says wide eyed. “He asked me first to make sure”

Ian was pleasantly shocked. “Well this kid has some manners”

“Told you! I think I might be his girlfriend” Emma tells Ian. 

“Oh you do?”

“Mhmm”

“Is this because he kissed you?”

“Sorta. And also cause he asked me to be his girlfriend first  and I said yes.”

Ian chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. “Well that would do it. Let’s not tell, Papa about the boyfriend business. I think the kiss news alone might kill him.”

“Ha okay, Daddy”

Ian stands up and kisses his daughter’s head as they head out the school doors. 

They get home a half an hour to Mickey in the kitchen getting dinner started. Emma runs to her room eager to start her homework. Ian walks over to Mickey and gives him a kiss.

“Mmmm. How was your day?” Mickey asks. 

“Good. Yours?”

“Not bad. Where’s Emma?”

“Homework”

“Ah. Man if I enjoyed homework as much as she does we’d be in a totally different place right now.”

“Yeah well I like where we are.” Ian climbs to sit on the counter top and grins at Mickey.

Mickey snickers, “It’s not bad”.

“Nah.” Ian breathes in and looks down at the ground, moving his legs back and forth. “So uh…Emma had her first kiss today.”

Mickey drops whatever utensil he was using. “She what?” he says seriously as he’s about to make his way out of the kitchen. Ian stops him. 

“It’s okay. It’s okay it was just a little sweet kiss on the cheek.”

“A sweet kiss on the cheek, huh? Well I want to know who this kid is that thinks he can just go around kissing my daughter.”

“Our daughter,” Mickey looks away and then back at Ian with his eyebrow raised, face serious. “Just calm down, Mickey. He’s a nice kid.” Ian can feel Mickey about to roll his eyes again. “He asked her permission and everything.It’s kinda cute” Mickey’s face softens a little and sighs as he decides to go back to cooking. 

Ian walks over behind him and wraps his arms around him, kissing Mickey’s neck. “Remember our first kiss?”

“Course I do. You told me I was too chicken shit to do it.”

“I don’t recall those being my words.”

“Yeah well you said that geriatric fuck wasn’t afraid to kiss you so I had to show you I wasn’t either.”

“Mmmm it was nice. 10 times better than any of his. Even if it was a little short.”

“Yeah yeah." 

"I remember it made me so happy because I finally knew you felt something for me”

“Shit, Ian. I felt something for you since you ran to my house that one afternoon before I got shot in the leg by that prick, Kash.”

“Well I know that now.”

“Fuck I remember being so fucking scared Iggy would come out of that old dude’s house we were stealing from and see me kissing you.” Mickey shakes his head, thinking about that day.

“But you did it anyway." 

"Fuck yes I did it anyway.”

“And then you flipped me off afterward”

“Well you deserved it” Mickey simpers causing Ian to laugh as well. 

“I love you, Mick” Ian says seriously. 

“Yeah, love you too.” Mickey smiles genuinely at Ian. “Now go tell our daughter to wash her hands” He says nodding in the direction of Emma’s room, “Dinner’s ready.”

“Yes, sir.” Ian says playfully as he walks to Emma’s room. 

All three have a nice dinner as Emma reveals all she knows about this boyfriend of hers to her two daddies, who both listen patiently at the 7 year old’s speedy talk.