he only wanted to be good

I really wanted to say something about the end of day 9 on Jaehee’s route

All throughout her route everyone treats Jumin as the bad guy because he overworks Jaehee and she decides to pursue happiness instead.

But in this phone call with Jumin, after Jaehee has deliberately messed up the slides by using Seven’s Jumin says that he is aware of his wrongdoings and apologises for it, saying it was because Jaehee was too efficient.

I love Jaehee, don’t get me wrong, but she was the only person Jumin could rely on at that point. She was the only woman for the job that wasn’t interested in his wealth and just wanted a job. Her leaving him may have been a good thing for her, but it really leaves Jumin stuck.

Everyone, including you to get the good ending, complains to Jumin when all he says for the next few chat rooms is that he regrets overworking her and is going to miss Jaehee because of how capable she was.

Then he goes and steals Seven’s car, something he claims to be revenge on Seven, and despite knowing that he can’t drive, drives anyway. He said once in a previous chat room when asked if he drove; ‘No, the driver drove. That’s why I’m still alive.’ This suggests that it was actually a suicide attempt to go and crash Seven’s car.

Everyone hates on Jumin in Jaehee’s route when in actuality, he apologised and gave a very valid reason for overworking Jaehee, showed that he regretted losing her, and then when still faced with hateful comments from the others, goes and crashes a car which he knew he couldn’t drive.

Jumin in Jaehee’s route really needs to be talked about more. He was not in a good position and in a way, it’s Jaehee’s fault for not noticing the mental health of her employer and purely taking interest in her own happiness from the encouragement of the MC.

BTS as the way they fell in love with you
  • Jungkook: starts noticing the small details, every spark you light against is skin is entirely visible to him. dumb guy tries to act slick like “oh, this is your favorite show? yeah that’s funny, mine too… it’s been my favorite show forever actually… ask me anything.” and yoongi’s on the couch smirkin cause he knows all about how jungkook didn’t know the show for shit before you. starts overthinking everything!!! every smile you send his way MUST mean something!?!? but what does it mean!??! help!! kinda juvenile confession tbh, either he confesses like a 4th grader or you have to pull the first move.
  • Jin: his dorkiness amplifies by a million!! really tries FUCKING hard to show you that he likes you, and the other guys are teasing the shit out of him. “no, taehyung, i made that for y/n!!!!! hands off the cake!!!!”, laughs at everything you say, but stays a little reserved in the physical department. gets hella nervous if you two touch somehow. isn’t too embarrassed about the fact that he likes you when you’re not around, but sighs dramatically at the thought of you not liking him back. doesn’t confess but one day you’ll be relaxing on his couch playing games and he’ll have laughed a little too much and you’ll start getting it and you’ll kiss him and flowers will bloom in every crevice of his heart.
  • Jimin: turns really kind, really clingy, teases a lot and is honestly such a cutie. becomes your best friend but… not platonic at all n he’s definitely not shy to be flirty. “ahhh y/n, you’re making me crazy!!”. hugs you from the back, smiles your way all the fucking time. takes hella care of you!? you know when you’re talking to someone and they’re looking at you intently and their features are so.. expressive? that’s jimin. His eyebrows skyrocket to the moon if your story has a twist, his smile widens by a million miles whenever you do something cute and just sometimes he loses himself a little in your eyes. he confesses in one of those moments with you, when you’re in the park with ice cream and you’re whining about your day and he realizes he lost himself in your lips for a second too long to exist without kissing them.
  • Yoongi: oh my god, does he freak out!! he’s honestly the fucking worst at this, he will be so quiet and so shy about his feelings that he’ll even turn a little cold initially. the thing is, mr. yoongs will be so nice and perfect all until he realizes JUST how much he likes you and when he realizes he wants to do more than just innocently flirt with you, he’ll cave in with these big ass feelings and be like “oh.. oh fuck. uh..” honestly don’t think that Yoongi is very good at this shit at all. he’ll distance himself cuz he won’t think that he’s adequate for you at all, and he wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings cuz oooh it’s complicated and he’s an idol and you’re too good to have to deal with that and bla blab la. he’ll freak out and try to deny that he likes you when you ask him about it and it isn’t until you kiss him he’ll come clean – but even then, he can’t find words to explain how you make him feel. only yoongi knows these things. what an intense guy.
  • Hoseok: honestly… sigh. having hobi fall in love w u is heaven, he makes it heaven. he’s easygoing and he’s fun and he’s charming and he’s somehow perfectly content with being in love with you, because how couldn’t he be? of course he fell for you, look at you!! y’all are out there wildin n flirtin innocently and you’re both quite open about it, but somehow neither of you have made that move and when one of you finally does, he freaks out a little. now, hobi is a good fucking time, but he’s also considerate. he knows that your relationship wouldn’t be easy nor typical, and he’d definitely think about it a lot n talk it over w u a million times to make sure you were comfortable. but honestly this guy is a sex machine n he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you once the word was out.
  • Namjoon: the type where every romantic thing happens over text. he’s a big pussy lemme tell ya, you guys could’ve hung out all day and he won’t show a living sign that he likes you until you leave his building and he texts you like “you looked really pretty today.”…. he’s so awkward. probably the type to be all “uh, you look pretty every day, uh, I just meant like… I noticed it today. I mean I notice it every day.” all stupid n shit. the confession is probably all cheesy too, you’ll be sappy about life for a moment and he’ll be too comforting and you’ll be all “uh?” and he’ll finally come clean n he’ll be nervous n u’ll blush w ur screen to ur face and it’ll be cute but honestly namjoon should man the fuck up n tell u these things in person and sweep you off your feet w his smooth, poetic words but honestly whenever your around he pukes in his mouth.
  • Taehyung: he is a big fucking kid when it comes down to it. he’ll tease you and he’ll be clingy and it won’t even occur to him that he’s fallen in love with you until jimin asks him about it and he realizes that the butterflies don’t happen with everyone. however, he’s also fearless and it doesn’t necessarily scare him that he feels the way he does about you. he’ll ask you out on a date pretty fast and he’ll kiss you pretty fast and there won’t be much to question about it. he won’t play games with you or let you wait for a text back, he’ll keep calling and coming over whenever he misses you and having taehyung fall in love with you feels safer than you ever thought puppy love could be.
Preference “How they talk dirty to you” (NSFW)

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Negan-When it comes to talking dirty to you, he’d love making you realize he’s the only one who could own you in such ways. Whether it be degrading you into his own little whore or praising you, he’d make sure to let you know that you belonged to him and that all while cussing the whole time.

Daryl-When it comes to talking dirty to you, he’d usually be shy at first and would be quiet for the most part, as he’d simply be satisfied with feeling your body with his lips and such. However, whenever he’d get rough or loving, that’s when he’d get vocal, as he must let you know what he thinks.

Rick-When it comes to talking dirty to you, he’d usually start off sweet and loving, wanting you to know how he feels for you, only to slowly get more and more lewd as you’d both get too into it. As he’d get rougher and things would go at a faster pace, mix with your pleas, he’d let you hear exactly what you want to be called, making you want more of him.

Merle-When it comes to talking dirty to you, he’d love degrading you as much as praising you. Making you feel like a whore for him, would be his goal and for sure he’d just love seeing and hearing your reactions to his words. However, he’d never forget to let you know how good you were for him, making you feel just as loved.

Glenn-When it comes to talking dirty to you, he’d be playful and taunting for the most part, making you whine, blush and of course beg for more of him. However, on some occasions, his feelings and love for you would just be so much that he’d only be able to let you know about it, making you love him even more for it and thankful to have him.

The Governor-When it comes to talking dirty to you, he’d be rather stern and cold, taunting you about being his personal slut and such. He’d just love degrading you after spending the day being so sweet and loving, and from all your reactions to it, he’d only be more into it. However, his attitude would change whenever you’d be sweet to him.

Abraham-When it comes to talking dirty to you, he’d usually throw you off with his humor at first, only to change you’d both get rough. He’d degrade you just as you’d like and make you beg for him to get rougher with you, only to surprise you in the end by apologizing to you for everything he has said, making you tease him for being soft.

Eugene-When it comes to talking dirty to you, he’d be awkward and make for some rather funny moments for you. Whether he’d be confused about what’s happening or just blurt out some random things to compare the sex to, you’d always end up having a good laugh about it and take your time to turn things back on.

Jesus-When it comes to talking dirty to you, he’d surprise you with how confident and cocky he can really get. He’d make sure you’d beg for more of him and let you hear whatever you needed to hear. However, nonetheless he’d manage to let his love for you known as he just can’t resist to.

Dwight-When it comes to talking dirty to you, he’d always love treating you the way you want him to. When you’d act like a slut and let him control you, he’d degrade you and make you feel used by all means possible. However, when treat him like he’s the only that mattered, he’d return you the favor with his loving words.

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Ice Ice Baby : Chapter 1

It’s finally here! I’m so happy to finally get to share this with all of you. I won’t spoil anything right now, notes will come with the next chapter. 

This fic will actually have a posting schedule. Crazy, right? I’ll update once a week on Sunday.

Summary: Juvia has started a journey that she’s always wanted. A journey to become a mother. But can she really do it by herself? What will she do when an unexpected blizzard changes everything? 

“Congratulations, you’re pregnant.”


The kind elderly doctor smiled, “Your test results came back positive. You’re going to be a mom.”

Her heart pounded a little more, her lips quivered as she held back a smile, “Juvia is so happy.”

25-year-old Juvia Lockser truly had never been more pleased with her life. One thing she had always wanted since childhood was to have a baby. Although, one part of the equation wasn’t right…

“I’m glad,” her doctor handed her a few pamphlets, “I’ll schedule an appointment when you’re a little farther along. Will the father be joining you?”

“Um,” Juvia hesitated, she lowered the pamphlet on vitamins to her lap, this was the part of the equation she wasn’t happy with, “I will ask. But… he may not be as happy as Juvia.”

“I see, well don’t push him. It takes men a little longer to accept an unplanned pregnancy then women. If you do need any help, we do have a full support staff.”

“Juvia appreciates it,” the blue haired mother-to-be listened closely as her doctor discussed other things she could do to stay healthy for her little one.

About an hour later, Juvia stepped out into the late winter day, finally finished inside the medical building. The weather was warming up nicely in late March. And it wasn’t the sun shining that made her want to skip. How she couldn’t wait to hold that precious little life in her arms!

Sliding into her car, she leaned back fully against the seat, “A baby for Juvia.”

A smile would not leave her face no matter how hard she tried. She thought of tiny clothes and bows and trucks and diapers and birthdays and hugs and slobbery kisses. What a wonderful adventure she was starting.

The smile dimmed when she started her car. There was just one problem she saw… would her boyfriend be just as happy as she?

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im always proud of namjoon but tonight. im like x1000000000 more proud bc he’s the only fluent english speaker nd having to do all the talking (in front of so many new ppl!) must be so nerve wracking nd scary but my boy! is doing such a damn good job nd looking so great nd flawless while doing so i want to give him the biggest hug nd loads of kisses

True Friend

This is my first imagine, so I hope it’s decent enough for liking.  Enjoy! 

Summary: Reader sticks with Hannah through everything, even when new relationships start.

Pairing: Hannah Baker x Reader (Platonic), Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: N/A, but it was inspired by this imagine.

Prompts: #13 and #48 

Warnings: None unless the name “"Bryce Walker” counts.

Word count: 935

The time you and Hannah had became friends was honestly at the best time.  You knew Hannah due to Communications class and the fact that she was one of the few new students at Liberty High School.  It wasn’t until the “Hot or Not” list did you two become close.  As it was being passed around, you looked at it and your eyes drifted up to look at Hannah who just so happened to sit right in front of you.  

Due to the way the desks were arranged, she stared at the piece of paper in disgust and hatred.  Because no one has done it already, you ripped it as you stared at her before crumpling it up and putting it in your bag to prevent said list to be brought back.  From that day on, you stuck by Hannah’s side and helped her cope with everything from her parents to life at school.  

“Come on, Hannah.  Do the Dollar Valentines survey with me.  Please?”  You begged, slightly pouting as you tugged onto her arm.

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“Bruce...sucks” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The women of the League are teasing you about the love bites that litter your body….

I already kinda had the idea of doing a similar story on the women side…So here we go. Last time the guys of the League were mocking Bruce for the scratches on his back (you can read that here), now, it’s Batmom’s turn (though I feel it’s not as funny as the other, I tried something else you know, so that the stories wouldn’t be exactly the same, too similar and shit…erf, whatever, hope it’s kinda ok). Hope you’ll like it (insecuritiesoverloadbutitsok) 

WARNING FOR LANGAGE and slightly NSFW, just slightly. Also, my masterlist : http://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/masterlist


It wasn’t really part of your initial plan to shower at the same time than them. Bruce told you about his friends trying to tease him about the nail marks you left on his body after a heated night, and you were afraid that your girl friends would do the same, a bit paranoid about it really…

But then you thought about the fact that usually, women tended to be a bit more mature about that (maybe?), that they would probably behave and ignore the hundreds (literally) love bites on your body. 

Besides, there was only Diana, Zatanna and Dinah, surely, they wouldn’t say anything, after all, they were used to Bruce being affectionate towards you when he thought no one was watching, small love bites wouldn’t shock them or anything. They were your three best friends, they knew how to not intrude too much in your life. They would definitely not talk about the marks your husband left on your body. 

And oh you were so wrong. 

You were in your underwear when you started to notice their smirks, and the way they whispered in each other’s ears while looking at you. No…could it be ?

You turn around, and when Diana’s eyes go wide at the sight of the love bites on your front while Zatanna and Dinah just start laughing stupidly, you know you actually were right to “fear” a reaction from them. You roll your eyes and give them your best “really ?” facial expression before saying :

-Are you guys snickering like idiots because of the love bites ? 

Zatanna answers your question :

-No, we’re snickering like idiots because Bruce…

And then it happens. The worst pun you ever heard in your life (and you were used to Dick and Tim’s nerdy jokes). All three of them yell : 


Stun. That’s what you are. Wow. Even worst that the poor attempt from your male friend in the league to embarrass Bruce. An awful pun. 

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partners in crime

my fifth entry for klanceweek! this time, for prompt #5: partners in crime

still debating whether or not to cross-post these entries on ao3 so let me know what you think. again, you can also find these short ficlets on twitter!

day 1 / day 2 / day 3 / day 4

Keith is starting to get suspicious.

Shiro has now paired him with Lance for the last ten missions. Ten. Even worse, when Keith confronted him about it, he swore up and down it was only because they functioned well as a team. But Keith has known Shiro for long enough to know he’s up to no good.

Not that he’ll cause a fuss about it or anything. He doesn’t want to be an ass now that Shiro is finally back. Keith spent the last couple years wondering if the black paladin was even alive. And, if Keith is totally honest with himself, it isn’t like he hates working with Lance. They’ve learned each other’s strengths and weaknesses by now and, surprisingly enough, developed a scarily efficient system.

Keith and Lance actually… kind of… maybe kick ass when they’re together.

Stop that, Keith reprimands himself. Pay attention to the mission.

“Alright, so in order to gather as much information as we can, two of you will have to go…” Shiro trails off. The team is gathered for another mission briefing. This time, they’re trying to pinpoint Lotor’s current location. The Galran prince disappeared off the grid several weeks ago, and the paladins can’t seem to find where he’s hiding. Shiro glances over at Allura, and she nods, urging him to continue. “Two of you will go to the party in disguise. As a, well. A couple.”

“I’m sure the two of you will be the hottest couple there,” Lance snorts, shooting a wink in Allura’s direction. “Knock ‘em dead.”

“Oh no, I will not be attending. I’m afraid a dress would not be enough to conceal my identity. There are far too many guests who may recognize me,” Allura explains.

“Okay? So we finally get to see Pidge in a dress?”

Pidge digs her elbow into Lance’s stomach and snickers when he squeals.

“Ah, no. I was thinking… the two of you would go as the couple.” Shiro rushes through the last part of his statement and awkwardly motions at—



Keith and Lance react at the same time and turn to angrily glare daggers at each other. Lance jabs his finger into Keith’s chest. The gesture is all too familiar at this point. Keith is surprised he doesn’t have a permanent indent in his skin where Lance usually pokes him. “You—“

“Neither of you have to wear a dress,” Allura interjects, eying the two snarling boys warily. “Lance will be disguised as the current Vruan prince, and Keith will be his escort. The prince has many lovers. No one will question Keith’s presence.”

Lance switches gears almost immediately. He pulls away and turns his full attention to Allura. “Prince?”

“Coran thought it’d be the most believable.” Shiro shrugs. “He says you and the Vruan prince look similar. And it’ll be easy to send Keith with you.”


“Princess, I don’t know if this is the best idea,” Keith tries. Because he can’t pretend to be Lance’s date. He can’t. Not after a few… interesting events that have happened since the team reunited. The hug and spin when Keith returned to the ship, the almost kiss during a game of Truth or Dare one late night, the accidental hand holding after a near death experience, the undeniable sexual tension during their recent sparring matches—it all spells danger.

“Obviously, the whole team will be there if anything goes wrong,” Shiro clarifies. “The building is huge, and, based on what the Blade of Marmora members told us, there are plenty of places to look.”

“We should be able to hack into their system.” Pidge grins at Hunk. He mirrors her expression and holds out his hand for a fist bump. “No problem.”

“Allura and I will scan the other rooms. Meanwhile, you two will talk to the guests in the ballroom.”


“I look like a prince?” Lance cries. Keith winces at the outburst. “Holy shit. I get to dress up like a prince! Prince Lancelot has a pretty nice ring to it…”

“That’s all you took from that?” Keith groans.

“You’re just jealous that I get to be the prince.”

“No, I’m upset because I have to pretend to date a pain in the ass prince like you.”

“Excuse me, lover boy—“

Lover boy?”

“Anyway,” Shiro interrupts, raising his voice. He flashes Keith and Lance a look that could kill. “We’ll meet back here in four vargas.”

“Coran and I will help Keith and Lance with their costumes.” Allura bounces a little on the balls of her feet, a mischievous glint in her eyes. A shiver runs down Keith’s spine. “It should not take long.”

“Alright, we’re good then,” Shiro decides. “And good luck, Klance!”

The room goes completely silent for a moment and then chaos. Shiro slaps his hands over his mouth, eyes bulging out of his skull. Hunk screams, and Pidge’s jaw drops, practically scraping the floor. They both stare expectantly at Shiro. Allura gasps, whispering, “oh my,” under her breath.

Keith, on the other hand, is sure his brain has melted.

“Wha…” Lance starts. “What did you just say?”

Keith jerks his head in Lance’s direction. He can’t decipher the tone of Lance’s voice at all, but… his cheeks are flushed. Keith didn’t even realize his skin could turn quite so red. Um?

“I said Lance!” Shiro laughs nervously, dropping his hands to his sides. “Good luck, Lance!”

“There was totally a ‘k’ in there, dude.”

“Of course not! Now, I have very important… pre-mission things to attend to so, um, I’m just going to—“ Shiro points frantically at the exit. “Yeah.” He darts out of the room like his ass is on fire; no one tries to stop him.

“Wow,” Lance drawls once Shiro is out of earshot. “Wow.”

“He… well,” Keith stammers. Yep, his brain has almost definitely melted. “Stress. You know?”

But Lance is hung up on something else. “Partners in crime. Like… space range partners.”

What?” Keith squawks.

“Us.” Lance gestures between the two of them. “Klance.”

“Oh my God, Lance, please stop.”

“We’re Klance…”



As promised my cute little Nessian domestic fic. To hold you over until I finish chapter 10 of Shape of you =)

Nesta was beyond exhausted. Ever since they had come home from the healer their son had been a good baby. He had been an easy baby. On a schedule to eat and sleep around the same time every day. He barely cried, he smiled at her. He loved her and his father. He was a good baby, an easy baby. Everyone was obsessed with how easy he was. So different from Elain and Azriel’s little one.

But then something changed.

When he hit the 3 month mark and his father was called to check on the camps yet again. Cassian went without a second thought, even though he promised Nesta he would be here to help her in the first few months of their son’s life. Nesta hadn’t realized it until he was gone, but their son was more attached to his father than anyone else. They had bonded and now he only wanted Cassian.

He had been gone for longer than a few days. And for the two weeks Kaden wouldn’t stop crying. No matter how hard she tried Nesta couldn’t settle him. She was running on less than 3 hours of sleep.

She had tried everything. Nursing him. Changing him. Bouncing him. She sang to him. She rocked him. She bathed him, she rubbing his wings softly the way Cassian did. She had done everything her tired mind could think of.

And yet he was still crying.

“Please,” she sighed, “please Kaden stop crying. Mommy is tired.”

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New Smile - Mitch Marner

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

Okay so this is my first imagine so I hope you like it, I certainly like writing it! Also on another note, Mitch and Willy playing against each other today… I don’t know if my heart is ready to handle that!!! Anyway, I hope you like this!

Word Count: 1,058

Warnings: None, slight fluff idk

Anon Request: can you do an imagine where the reader is dating marner and she’s watching the world championships at home in canada and sees how he chips his tooth and they FaceTime after?

Canada was beating Finland 5 to 2 and Mitch had the puck in Finland’s zone with only one defender on him. He had already scored two goals in this game, but it would be amazing for him to score his first hat trick of the tournament and NHL career, even if you weren’t there to congratulate him in person.

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being realistic, i doubt the devil is truly gone for good. but what i want is for him to be gone long enough for kara to gain some perspective. i’d like the distance to help her dive into her work, both being a reporter and supergirl. i want to see her realize that okay sure, maybe she misses him sometimes, but not as much as she expected to. she’s okay, better than okay actually. she realizes that she was with him because he was simple, fun, an alien like her. but deep down she knew it was only surface affection, and long run he didn’t have anything to offer her. and if/when he returns, i want her to be able to look at him and say that she wishes him well, but she doesn’t need him. she has her family, these people surrounding her who truly care, who truly know her and have her best interest at heart. and that’s all she needs.

anonymous asked:

can you maybe like do a thing where you write down your favorite thing about each character? (like it can be little things like Mahdi's enthusiasm about waffles). I think it would be really fun but only if you want to, I just really want to see more positivity on my tumblr feed :)

isak: his character development and his good heart, how much he actually cares for his friends/boyfriend despite seeming a bit grumpy on the outside

sana: her fierceness and how strong she is, also i love her humor, dry and sarcastic. like isak she also cares soo much, despite not showing it that much on the outside

noora: how passionate she is about the things she does and how she always tries to do the right thing (even tho it might not end up being the right thing but you know she tried) also she’s so good at cheering other people up

eva: how spontaneous she is and that she just lives in the moment and enjoys herself and her life. and that she’s not trying to fit everyone’s standards anymore but just is herself

chris: i enjoy her love story with the spoon^tm, also she is very funny and just wants her friends to be happy and always lightens the mood.

vilde: this is harder than i thought wow i love the scene in season 2 when she brings noora food, so i guess…like…that she cares for her friends in her own way? but well it’s not the right way and i’m sorry but i can’t really stand vilde at the moment so that’s pretty hard

jonas: how he is always there for his friends, no matter what and doesn’t force them (or in this case isak) to talk to him and just is like: hi, i’m here for you if you need anything, but i won’t pressure you into talking to me. also i love his hipster-y style tbh. and his hate for capitalism

even: he’s the literal sun, he always shines so bright and cares about everyone so deeply and just wants the best for them, but not only for his friends but everyone he meets (except for emma lmao) and he’s so so kind

mahdi: his love for waffles ofc, but also how fast he adopted isak into his squad like remember the first clip of s3 when he was all like i don’t even know you and a few weeks later he cares so much for isak (and his problems with even) and he just seems like such a good friend tbh and i want to see more of him so badly

magnus: how silly he is, he’s kind of a comic relief with a good heart and good intentions but sometimes he needs to get educated, but he learns from his mistakes and grows as a person and i think that’s great tbh


PETER JÖBACK: So… I expected to maybe like him better than I did? Cause I like what he brings to the role, how he talks about it, I like so much *around* the actual interpretation and performance. But was kinda underwhelmed. Or, I liked his Phantom. Quite a bit, in fact. But I didn’t *love* his Phantom.

So, OK, his Swedish Phantom was definitely the most solid of the lot. He sounded more comfortable singing in his mother tongue, not forcing an accent, which made him less twangy. A very good thing. Also, he seemed to maybe have more leeway with the acting specifics, which made him add some discrete ad-lib-ing moments. And yet…

Though his Phantom was solid in so many ways, I still had the feeling of seeing more of a caricature? Like, more Phantom Manor than Phantom of the Opera. More how he thought the role should look than what the character is. Everything seemed just a *bit* exaggerated. And frankly, though he probably sung his heart out, I didn’t quite feel he had the voice to nail it. Like, he has the range, but not the booming quality. You can do elements of kitsch if you have the voice to justify it (Ian Jon Bourg, Scott Davies). But with a good voice with pop phrasing, you better keep the acting on the classy or classical side, so there is a balance. But he went for exaggerated hand gestures, lots of bent knees, and not fully justified moments, paired with a good voice with a pop approach.

All that said, I saw two slightly different performances from him. One Friday evening, where he clearly struggled voice wise, shifted way too much between chest voice and falsetto, and rather devastatingly missed the high note in «Down Once More». Also finished MOTN long before the orchestra. I was like «???». I remembered him as vocally much better. Turns out he is. That performance was either an off-night or just low energy. On the Saturday matinée he seemed more secure, with steadier voice, longer notes and also not missing any key notes. Was very happy to see him a second time and see that he handled the score fine.

I quite liked him in the Mirror Scene, the Phantom’s curse, as Red Death and in the Final Lair. Those were stand-out scenes for me. Those are also scenes where you expect the larger-than-life acting. His MOTN in the Saturday matinée was also quite nice, and he did a gorgeous «soooaaaar».

His Final Lair was definitely the most interesting one. He stumbled around stage with bent knees, was quite unpredictable, and displayed some fine acting. I also loved his added «NEEEEJ!!!», pronounced like a small, spoiled child experiencing someone taking his toys away. He did it three times; one after Christine throws the wedding veil at him, once right before letting Raoul loose of the magical lasso, and I can’t remember the third one. It was a good detail.

Yet, I stand by what I wrote above, about his Phantom feeling like a caricature at places, and that he has too much of a pop sound in his voice. Things I thought could be done differently. But all in all a solid Phantom, a good voice, and the sole reason this production came to be, probably. I was very happy to see him twice, to see how he might do stuff differently the second time, and to get a feeling of what his Phantom was all about. And it should be added that he had good chemistry with Emmi Christensson.

EMMI CHRISTENSSON: WHAT. A. GEM!!!!!!! Gorgeous, soaring, clear, bell-like, strong voice. A nuanced and detailed portrayal. So beautiful on stage.

I saw her as Cosette in the Norwegian tour in 2014, and adored her voice. I’ve heard clips from her London run as Christine, and loved it. So obviously I was hyped to see her live in Stockholm. But she was WAY better than I imagined. She had moments of very nervous, distressed emotions - not quite on the level of Anna O’Byrne, but still distressed. Kinda hammering the palm of her hands over her ears in the WYWSHA intro is one example, desperately trying to kill the voices. She also looked so perfectly innocent on stage.

Standout scene for me was WYWSHA - the whole thing seemed so genuine and so in despair. Instead of going for «listen to the grandeur that is my voice», she took it down a notch, displaying Christine’s grief and solitude. It was really nice. A bit similar to Mia Karlsson in Copenhagen. TOM was also a thing of beauty. Such a gorgeous voice, so feather light and pleasant and yet with a strength, especially the upper notes. TOM was a scene I never wanted to end, in large because of her voice, but also because of Anton Zetterholm’s acting, and because of the GORGEOUS World Tour Elissa skirt. Baaah.

Also, the Swedish translation of «The tears I might have shed for your dark fate…» is one of my favourites out there, and was extremely well delivered by Emmi C: «Du kunde fått förståelse och stöd. Men nej - jag kunde se dig DÖD!» (you could have gotten understanding and support (from me). But no (now) I could (happily) see you DEAD). That’s strong words.

All in all, Emmi Christensson really is one of those ultimate Christines. I loved her portrayal, I adored her voice, I loved many of the details, and she totally looked the part. And she’s Swedish too. Can’t beat that combo.

ANTON ZETTERHOLM: Due to a very Copenhagen-esque directing in the Swedish revival, Anton Zetterholm did have moments where he reminded a bit of Tomas Ambt Kofod. And y’all know that will never be a bad thing, as Kofod is probably my all-time fave Raoul.

That’s however not to say that Anton Zetterholm was a blueprint. He had moments where I got the feeling he tried to imagine why Raoul reacted as he did. For example, a more unique detail was exactly HOW bored Anton’s Raoul seemed to be during TOM, tapping his fingers, looking around, mostly looking like he wanted to leave. When Mme Firmin looked through her binaculars, he seemed to get curious and borrow them from her, only to discover it’s CHRISTINE, and then he is on fire, leading up to his sung lines. The change from utterly bored to super exited was more pronunced than I’ve ever seen it before. Really, REALLY good acting. And also kinda justifying the Phantom’s raging «slave of fashion» - this Raoul isn’t really into music, he’s only into Christine. Though not because the rest of Paris is. Rather due to their childhood friendship.

He also had fine moments in «Little Lotte», where he perceived what Christine told him so innocently and so different from what she intended. He wasn’t brushing her off, but appearing to think she was talking allegorically, but then getting down to business - food, catching up over dinner, the joy of meeting his childhood friend again, the joy over her triumph and her success.

Last, but not least, he really REALLY fought that magical lasso in the Final Lair. I was about to write “like his life depended on it”, which I guess is quite suitable for the role of Raoul in that moment…

And on the shallow side: so cool to see a blonde Raoul. Costume design (and slightly Barton) coming alive!

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Kitten Part Four

“This is so hard,” Ella whispered, looking at all her options for the desserts. 

Harry loved this place, he treated himself every once and a while. The downside a cupcake alone was five dollars. He wished he hadn’t mentioned the place, he had bills to pay, he had his car to fix, he had rent due next week, he had fifty dollars to his name until next week. 

“Want to split a cupcake?” she asked, not looking away from the cupcakes, “they’re pretty big and if I take any left overs my roommates would snag it anyhow.”

“What are you thinking?” Harry asked.

He hated this, he hated the fact that he couldn’t take Ella out tonight. He hated knowing that she could offer him more than he could offer her. He knew it was only the first date, but if he wanted to take her out the would include saving money. 

He watched as her lips pressed in a line and she tucked her brown hair behind her ear. Her grey eyes on the case, “what do you get?” she asked, her gaze setting on him. 

“Peanut butter chocolate,” Harry answered. 

“Ohhh that sounds good, let’s split it,” she smiled. 

Harry nods, the women behind the counter making her way over. She smiles at Harry and Ella, “are you two all set?” she asked. 

“Yes, can we get that one please?” Ella smiled back, pointing to the cupcake. 

“Of course, would you like a drink or anything else?” The girl grabs a plate and gloves, bending down to grab the cupcake. 

“Can I just get a cup of iced water,” Ella asked. 

“Me too,” Harry says. 

The girl hands over the plate and Ella grabs it, she sets it down on a table as Harry pays for it and grabs the drink. He makes his way over and hands her the drink, sitting across from her. 

Ella take in her surroundings, the place is small. Besides the counter and glass displays of their options, there is four small tables, and a door that leads to the back. The walls are painted pink with little cupcakes and donuts on them. Pictures of people drinking milkshakes hang on the wall. 

“How did you out of all people find this place?” Ella asked, her grey eyes on Harry as he hands her a fork. 

“Found it on my way home,” he responds, digging into the cupcake.

“It’s cute,” Ella comments, taking a bit, “oh my goodness,” she says in shock, “it’s so good. Might even be better than mine.”

“You bake?” Harry asked. 

“Only if it comes in a box and I just have to mix water in,” she admits, tossing her long brown waves off her shoulders.

Harry chuckled, “what about you? Any secret talents?” Ella asked. 

“I used to work at a bakery, I make a pretty mean batch of brownies,” Harry says.

“Mmm, brownies, I expect a batch someday,” she says, resting her arm on the table, chin in the palm of her hand. 

Harry wasn’t sure why he was here. Why he was spending his Saturday night in a cupcake shop with a college student. He wasn’t sure how she even managed to grab his attention. She was beautiful, no doubt about it. Her grey eyes always seemed to glint when she looked at him, her smile was warm, not the ones he was used to getting. He always received the fake smiles, or the ones that were covered in red lipstick, lipstick that would later cover his neck. But her smile was warm, it was welcoming, every time she smiled which seemed to be every other second, his stomach felt lighter, a small flutter appearing in it. 

She was different than him and he knew it. She was going to get somewhere with her life, she was smart. He worked in a bar and if he wasn’t there he was most likely off getting high or burying himself in anything that had breast and legs. 

“Maybe,” Harry nods, leaning back in his seat. 

Ella’s lips form into a thin line as she watches him, “are you okay?” she asked.

“What are we doing?” Harry asked. 

“Eating a cupcake,” Ella shrugs.

“That guy was right yeh know,” Harry says, crossing his arms over his chest, “’m no good for you, kitten.”

“Don’t let Jack get in your head. I’ve had a fun night,” she promised him, she drops her hand from her chin. 

“This was a bad idea,” Harry shakes his head, standing. 

“Where are you going?” Ella asked, alarmed.

“I can’t offer you anything Ella,” Harry says, running a hand through his hair, “and it’s not fair of me to start something I can’t finish.”


“You have a future Ella! You know where I live? In the Gates, a place where you can’t even walk alone. You know what I did before I came here? Huh? I got into a fight, is that really what you want to be around Ella. Because it’s not just cupcakes and dinner,” Harry spat.

Ella looks down at her hands, “I don’t care,” she says, looking back at him, “I was having fun. I saw what you did to that guy, I’ve heard the rumors, the stories, if I cared about that I wouldn’t be here right now Harry. I don’t care that you work at a bar, I don’t, I’m not expecting you to take me shopping, to buy me gifts, I just wanted your company.”

“My company?” Harry says, “my company doesn’t come with good news.”

“That’s for me to deiced.”

“I had fun, I really did,” Ella assures Harry once they reach her place, she stands outside her door. 

“Me too,” Harry says. 

“So will I get to see you again or…” Ella trails off. 

“You will,” Harry smirked, stepping closer. 

She smiles, her hand on his chest, his black shirt is bawled up in her small hands as she tugs him gently, “promise?” she asked, as he bends his head.

“Pinky promise,” Harry whispered, his lips brushing hers. 

“Can’t break those,” she says softly, her eyes on his. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, kitten,” he says. 

She closes her eyes as his soft lips meet hers. Her lips are soft against Harry’s and he can taste the coconut chap stick she had on, the peanut butter still on her tongue. His hands drop to her waist, he wants the kiss to be slow and gentle, he does. But he can’t stop himself, she’s addicting. 

She lets out a soft moan when he pushes her against the door, her hands sliding up to his hair, “Harry,” she whispers, when his lips reach her neck. 

“Harry,” she places her hands on his shoulders, gently nudging him, he pulls back, looking up, “I’m sorry-I just-”

“You don’t have to explain,” Harry says, a hand on her waist, another on the wall. 

“It’s not you-I just-well it’s the first date,” she says. 

“You don’t have to explain yourself Ella, if you don’t want to we don’t have to,” he smiled, kissing her softly one last time, “I’ll call you okay?”

She nods, her cheeks red, “night, kitten,” he says.

“Night Harry,” she opens her door, walking in, Harry turns, hands in his pockets, a smile on his face. It had been a goodnight.

skelltales  asked:

AM I THE FIRST ASK? I HOPE I'M THE FIRST ASK! Here's a purely, self indulgent ask. Could I get something with the UF and SF skele bros who's out on a first date with their super sweet, wouldn't hurt a fly S/O to lazer tagging, but when they get there, S/O turns into a raging badass commander, coldly strategizing the best way to win and demolishing the other team? Bonus if the S/O has an evil laugh when they win.

Sorry for the lateness of this one! It’s actually the first ask I got and answered, but Tumblr ate it and I couldn’t get it back… Regardless, I’ll do my best to make it even better than the first one ^.^

     ~ Underfell
Sans (Red)

Red really didn’t want to go to laser tag. You’re such a sweet, innocent little thing. What if you never got to get a shot in and started crying in the middle of the match? He didn’t really feel like taking a short-cut out of there just because you were too sweet for your own good. If anything, what if you decided the date was a bust because you were too nice to shoot anyone?! When the two of you ended up on different teams, the sweat was pouring down his skull.

For the first minute or so of the match, Red merely spent his time trying to find you. He didn’t get shot once, but had gotten ten or so hits already. However, despite how hard he tried, he couldn’t find you! While he was taking a break and leaning against one of the arena pieces, his vest beeped loudly, signalling a hit. Maniacal laughter sounded above him before you appeared, having jumped off the arena piece. Within moments, several members of your team appeared and your expression went stone cold. Commands flew from your mouth and they ran off without second guessing a word. As they ran off, you shot his newly reactivated vest, thanked him for taking you, and took off again.

After the match, your team was congratulating you despite the fact the different persona you’d had in there was nowhere to be seen. The second you had returned the vest and gun, a bony hand wrapped around your wrist and you were suddenly in Red’s room. “wanna use that commandin’ voice a’ yours now, doll?” If it gets passed kissing is completely up to you, but you don’t get to leave that bed for the rest of the day.

Papyrus (Edge)

Edge was bragging about how great he was going to do the entire time you two headed over there. He mentioned that he was the king of laser tag, and of course your team would win! The Great and Terrible Papyrus was here! As your team headed in, he told everyone that he would be in charge and not to question your presence because “MY DATEMATE IS THE KINDEST CREATURE ALIVE. I DO NOT KNOW WHY THEY THINK IT IS OKAY TO BE LIKE THAT, BUT THEY COULD NOT HURT EVEN A MEASLY BUG.” As he continues on to tell everyone how great he is, the timer starts. You’re shivering, feeling the anticipation, and Edge casts sidelong glances at you.

The second the match begins, your spine straightens and your face hardens. Commands fly from your lips at a rapid pace, and everyone, including Edge, rush to follow them. It’s a good thing it’s dark in here, because his hands are shaking. Throughout the entire match, you flash in and out of the darkness, giving orders and taking down your enemies with practiced shots.

As everyone leaves the arena, maniacal laughter is escaping you. It continues as the score board appears and you have the highest score of anybody - the best accuracy at 100%, best ‘kill’ number at 74, et cetra. In fact, you don’t return to your normal sweet self until the gun and vest leave your hands. You’re going to need to go find Edge though. He’s so surprised that his bones are audibly rattling. When he does finally snap out of it, he drags you off to help him create puzzles and schemes. You’re apparently a master strategist, and he’s not letting that get away.

     ~ Swapfell
Sans (Black)

Black is the most excited of the four. He’s bouncing with energy the whole time, forcibly pulling you into the laser tag hall. He’s so excited to show you how amazing he is (not like he really has to), and he can’t wait any longer! Honestly, though, he prefers Paintball. The only reason he chose laser tag was because he didn’t want anyone shooting real bullets (read: paintballs) at you. He gets your vest and gun for you, not even bothering to ask if your know how to put any of it on or use the gun before he ‘helps’. As the teams are decided and everyone goes inside, he starts giving out commands. It quickly devolves into a yelling match as your other teammates argue because he’s orders make no sense.

As the buzzer sounds, you force your way into the middle of the group and start yelling commands. Every shuts up and listens, except for Black. No… Black is too busy being in complete shock to even move. His eyelights follow you around as you bounce around and give more commands. As it stands, he doesn’t move until you tackle him out of the way of an approaching gunner. You shoot the incoming enemy while laying on top of him. Once the man runs off, you prop yourself a bit and smile down as Black. A blush is working its way across his face and it gets worse when you thank him for bringing you here and give him a kiss on the cheek. Laughter escapes as you shoot someone else who thought the two of you an easy target.

He stays there for the rest match, long after you hop back up and go back to giving orders.

After the match, several of the players go up to you and ask you to lead them during their state championship matches. You merely chuckle quietly, putting your stuff away and going back to Black. You’ll have to take off his stuff and bring that back, too, because he’s still dealing with his shock still. By the time you come back, he gives you a big hug and tells you how amazing you are (also that since you had such a good time, you obviously want to go another date so he’ll text you with the info).

The next day, Black shows up with a suitcase full of guns for you. Someone stop him.

Papyrus (Rus)

Rus only decided to go because you really wanted to. He’s not a huge fan of things that involve guns, especially if you are also involved, but he won’t argue with what you want to do. You’re his goddess, and whatever you say goes. As the vests light up, signalling teams, he starts trembling. He was willing to deal with fighting with you, but against you?! As everyone takes their places inside the arena, he decided that he’d just find you and watch your back anyway. You were much more important than some stupid match.

As the alarm sounds, beginning the match, Rus takes a short cut to your side of the arena. Where he expected to find you and some teammates hiding behind some set pieces, he finds nothing. He did, however, hear evil laughter sounding throughout the area. Starting to feel a bit concerned, he moved to head through the middle when you flashed by, vaulting over a set piece taller than him, two teammates behind you. You shot two enemies, turning quickly to shoot him. A wave later, you were back to your laughter and commands. If he focused hard enough, he could hear your cold commands flying throughout the field.

Rus got the worst score, but he didn’t care. There was really only a few thoughts on his mind. He wanted to date you forever. Gods, you were quickly becoming even better than a goddess in his mind. He hadn’t even thought that was possible??? The biggest thought he had though, was when he’d get to hear that commanding voice of yours directed at him.


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crustyfun  asked:

How you like that Hyle Hunt? I had thought he was a jerk, but upon a reread he might be me if I had been born in the reach: kinda funny, kinda good, kinda bad, kinda gets it.

Eh. I’m not a fan. His glib snarky self-centered cynicism gets under my skin, and not only did he come up with that heinous “game,” he responds to Brienne’s resentment of it with entitled annoyance and an attempt to make her feel bad about said resentment:

“You spoke of the Stinking Goose, my lady,” said Ser Hyle. “If you want me to show you—”

“Go back to your gate.”

A look of annoyance flashed across his face. A plain face, not an honest one. “If that’s your wish.”

“It is.”

“It was only a game to pass the time. We meant no harm.” He hesitated. “Ben died, you know. Cut down on the Blackwater. Farrow too, and Will the Stork. And Mark Mullendore took a wound that cost him half his arm.”

I don’t see anything resembling “kinda gets it” in there. And you can’t put all the blame on the culture of the Reach, because the culture of the Reach also produced this guy:

“Lady Sansa.” Ser Garlan Tyrell stood beside the dais. “Would you honor me? If your lord consents?”

The Imp’s mismatched eyes narrowed. “My lady can dance with whomever she pleases.”

Perhaps she ought to have remained beside her husband, but she wanted to dance so badly… and Ser Garlan was brother to Margaery, to Willas, to her Knight of Flowers. “I see why they name you Garlan the Gallant, ser,” she said, as she took his hand.

“My lady is gracious to say so. My brother Willas gave me that name, as it happens. To protect me.”

“To protect you?” She gave him a puzzled look.

Ser Garlan laughed. “I was a plump little boy, I fear, and we do have an uncle called Garth the Gross. So Willas struck first, though not before threatening me with Garlan the Greensick, Garlan the Galling, and Garlan the Gargoyle.”

It was so sweet and silly that Sansa had to laugh, despite everything. Afterward she was absurdly grateful. Somehow the laughter made her hopeful again, if only for a little while. Smiling, she let the music take her, losing herself in the steps, in the sound of flute and pipes and harp, in the rhythm of the drum… and from time to time in Ser Garlan’s arms, when the dance brought them together. “My lady wife is most concerned for you,” he said quietly, one such time.

“Lady Leonette is too sweet. Tell her I am well.”

“A bride at her wedding should be more than well.” His voice was not unkind. “You seemed close to tears.”

“Tears of joy, ser.”

“Your eyes give the lie to your tongue.” Ser Garlan turned her, drew her close to his side. “My lady, I have seen how you look at my brother. Loras is valiant and handsome, and we all love him dearly… but your Imp will make a better husband. He is a bigger man than he seems, I think.”

Lady Leonette giggled. “Perhaps you should be a singer, my lord. You rhyme as well as this Galyeon.” 

“No, my lady,” Ser Garlan said. “My lord of Lannister was made to do great deeds, not to sing of them. But for his chain and his wildfire, the foe would have been across the river. And if Tyrion’s wildlings had not slain most of Lord Stannis’s scouts, we would never have been able to take him unawares.”

His words made Tyrion feel absurdly grateful, and helped to mollify him as Galyeon sang endless verses about the valor of the boy king and his mother, the golden queen.

Anyone think Ser Hyle would comfort Sansa or give Tyrion his rightful credit? I guarantee he’d mock the latter’s disability, just as he keeps mocking Brienne. To me, the only way Hyle Hunt comes off well is if you compare him to his liege lord, and “better person than Randyll Tarly” is such a low bar that it’s basically resting on the ground. We’ll see what he gets up to in TWOW, but as it stands, I’m not impressed. As far as sleazy fuckboys go, I’ll take Justin Massey any day. 


I just feel little surprised that everyone doesn’t think about that…why you never saw papyrus in GLS (Grillby & little Sans) comic (even Gaster wife)…That is the reason.

@someone1: yes…he is dead…

@whoeynardo you will know many things in GLS comic…Don’t worry. i will keep drawing in sweet style long time XD

@someone2: i know it!!!!!! XDDDDD That’s cute~

@firerulezz116  nope. Gaster lost papyrus in the war. if he wasn’t born, you can saw the Gaster wife, but they gone… i just want to say war is a HORRIBLE thing.

@someone3 yes…sans became a only child in GLS comic.

@tabo-o08  THANKS~I really love to draw them in sweet style (X’D Actually, i’m not good at drawing sweet things, i love dark comic, but them…i have so many sweet ideas, that’s why i say what’s going on with me X’D)

@nartoleshadows And you are the smart one………

Got7: Jackson as your brother

•  whether he was your older or younger brother, he’d annoy you like it was his job
•  but you know he’s only good intentions
•  ….most of the time
•  if he sees that you crushing on someone and decide to bring them home, expect to have him sizing them up and asking them all sort of questions
•  "so, oranges or apples?“ "what exactly are your intentions with y/n?” “where do you see yourself in 17 years?”
•  but then he’d flip a switch and get along with them perfectly
•  he’s always in your business oml
•  though he doesn’t mean to be nosy, he just wants to know about everything happening in your life bc he loves you
•  throwing shade at the members if they’re being really nice
•  which is why he’ll probably hesitate before introducing you to them in the first place
•  whenever you tell him that he’s being way too nosy and it’s unfair, he’ll be like “okay, go ahead in my room and my closet, do you wanna see my phone? Do you wanna see my underwear drawer? Do you wanna know what I had for lunch 3 weeks ago?”
•  he’s the best at giving comforting hugs
•  he has a sixth sense when it comes to you
•  always knows what to say and do when you’re upset, but sometimes he’ll just hold you without saying a word
•  is always posting about you on insta then blocking the people who say you look hot ???
•  sharing a tub of ice cream late at night when you’re both supposed to be sleeping
•  it’s just become a habit when one of you can’t sleep, and it’s been like that since you were kids
•  him pinching your cheeks like you’re 2 years old still
•  being hella protective over you
•  but sometimes he’s lenient, bc he wants you to always come to him when you’re having trouble
•  is screaming in your ear about protection when having sex, then goes on to lecture you on how kids are going to ruin your life
•  and at some point he’s completely lost it and the whole neighborhood can hear him
•  stands up for you even when he knows you’re in the wrong
•  bc he knows you’d always do the same for him 💚

Originally posted by oompa-oppa