he's the only one whose face you can see

Forever and Always.

Requested: Percival Graves imagine where the reader has a nightmare and he makes her feel better

Requested by: The wonderful @groovykidlady I’m sorry it’s not longer! 

Warnings: None. 

Word Count: 1707


Your whole life you’d been able to pride yourself on not being afraid of anything. You’d faced countless dangers and never one flinched. You never ran. You never backed down. And you always fought with everything you had.

But one day all that had changed.

It was after Percival had been taken by Grindelwald. During those many months you’d known the man in your life wasn’t really him. But you tried to blame his sudden change all on the stress and demand of his job. You tried to blame his once warm actions suddenly going cold on pressure of being the director of magical security. You tried to blame it on the drama of the random attacks, but one day it was revealed that your worst fears had been true. That the man who had been beside you, the same man you loved, the man who’d changed, wasn’t really himself.

When you found out Grindelwald had been him for the many months of strange behavior it got under your skin in a way that you couldn’t shake from you. It traumatized you that you hadn’t done anything. That you hadn’t said anything and, above all, that during that entire time he’d been tortured while you remained unharmed.

You felt guilty for it all. Even when he was found. Even when he was returned to you, and even now as he laid in the bed next to you.

It was as if you couldn’t escape your deepest darkest fears. It was as if, even in your dreams, you couldn’t do anything.

Even now the ghost of Grindelwald taunted you. In your dream as you sat in front of him the man who’d come to know you mocked you for your failure.

“You knew it was me the whole time and yet you did nothing…”

His voice echoed in your head, his smirk engraving itself into your nightmare. He stands in front of you with his arms folded, his eyes looking over you as he wears your beloved Percival Graves’ face.

“… Maybe you liked me better…”

He rasps in a taunt. Suggestion laced into his words.

“… Maybe you didn’t miss the old Percival Graves. Maybe you liked me being the man who could actually treat you the way you deserved.”

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Love You To Death 🌙

A/N: So I stumbled upon this in my word documents, which I wrote when I was thirteen years old. And I must admit that my writing style hasn’t changed much in the past four years, much to my embarrassment (oops). Please forgive me if you find any cringey stuff in this fic because let me repeat, thirteen years old and I know that most of us refuse to acknowledge our thirteen year old selves. Anyway, enjoy some kinky ghost Kai while I finish up requests x

Pairing(s): Kai/Jongin x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Genre: Very light smut/light supernatural

Requested: No

Summary: You and Ghost! Kai ‘interact’ with each other in the wee hours of the morning.

Word Count: 2563

*Side Note: This is a snippet from an old fic of mine, so if certain aspects are unclear, don’t fuss about them too much.

Originally posted by datkaidoe

As silently as I can, I shut the door behind me and quietly slip on my Converse. The icy night air whips at my face, numbing it as I make my way down the pitch-black corridor, occasionally bumping myself against the wall.

Ow.

Using my phone as a flashlight, I slowly navigate my way to the end of the corridor and inch up the creaky stairs that links to the attic. I’m not even supposed to be awake at this time of night as it is forbidden in the dorm…but who’s to stop me from doing what I want?

The trapdoor to the attic is stiff and creaky from lack of use but I manage to open it eventually. Dust surrounds me as I squint into the darkness, desperately searching for what I’m looking for.

Books, old clothes, broken furniture…

I paw through the piles of junk blindly, hoping to feel the silkiness of the cloth-wrapped package that (Y/F/N) chucked away. Then I stop, goosebumps forming on my arms and the hairs at the back of my neck standing on end. The temperature of the atmosphere drops rapidly.

He’s here.

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Arranged {Part 6} [D.M.]

Character: Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 1223
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Draco and Y/n aren’t on the greatest of terms, however when both receive news of an arranged marriage, they must learn to tolerate each other, and possibly fall in love…
Other Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8 Rewrite Part 9
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it
Tags: @celine4u @friceaurelia07 @poisonapple13

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The first time Draco found you and Theodore Nott together was in the hallway, before he messed everything up. Before he decided to tell you he may love Pansy too.

The second time was a few weeks after you stormed out of the common room, away from him and his confused feelings and hurtful confessions.

He expected you not to talk to him, to ignore him for what he’d done, but he never, never thought you’d find someone else to replace him so quickly.

He had walked into the common room after a day of lessons to find you curled up beside Theodore, laughing at something he had said.

Draco had felt his heart clench when he saw the way your hand was touching Theodore’s arm, and then when Theo had leant over to kiss you, he had lost it, storming back out of the room, breathing heavily and growling about how you were his under his breath.

He knew it was his fault, that he’d forced you into the arms of another guy, but he couldn’t help the burning feeling he felt in his chest when he saw you with someone who wasn’t him.

He had made a mistake. A horrible mistake. Pansy was nothing compared to you. He knew that now, now you were no longer his.

His relationship with you had resolved to nothing but a few lingering gazes across the classroom at you.

He hated it.

It was only in Potions when you were forced to talk again, due to partners being changed.

“L/n and Malfoy,” Snape said, making you roll your eyes, and your heartbeat speed up as Draco tried to hide his smile at being able to be near you once again.

Pansy glared at you, kissing Draco and purposely smirking as she let him go. Draco walked over to your desk and took the seat beside you, shoving Theodore out of the way as he did so.

You shot Theo a grin as he went to find his next partner, causing Draco to clench his jaw in annoyance.

The first half of the lesson was filled with an awkward silence, neither of you daring to speak, however you could see Draco out the corner of your eye constantly stealing glances at you.

You turned away from him, and instead looked towards Theodore, who sent a wink in your direction, making you blush and smile.

“So, have you shagged yet?” Draco asked nonchalantly, watching you and Theodore exchange glances from across the room. You choked on air and looked up at him in horror, “What?!” “You and Nott. Have you shagged yet?” He repeated as if it were the most common question in the world. Your mouth opened and closed a few times before you could respond. “Why on earth would you ask me that, and why on earth would I answer?!” You spluttered.

He shrugged, picking up a few ingredients and popping them into the cauldron on the desk in front of you both, “You two are always snogging whenever I see you. Thought it may have gone further.” His tone was casual, lighthearted, but you could tell from his fixed glare on his hands, and how tense he was that he was angry. Extremely angry.

“Well it’s none of your business, is it,” you said as you turned away from him, pretending to write notes about your potion on your parchment.

“It is really, since you’re going to be my wife. I should know who you’re seeing, what you’ve done, and how I can please you better than him,” Draco drawls with a small smirk. He leaned forward, his face close to yours as his warm breath fanned out over your lips, before he moved to whisper in your ear, “After all, after we’re married, our parents are going to expect children from us. And I’m the only one whose children they’ll want you carrying.”

Your heart beat faster, and you could feel your face turning red as you gulped, before pulling yourself away from him, and no longer feeling the heat of his body on yours.

“Why? Why do you do this? Always trying to mess with my feelings, make me so confused! Bringing everything back to our stupid arrangement, and what our parents want for us. Do you get some sort of sick joy out of hurting me? Is that it?”

“What?! No!” “Then why do you always always have to ruin my day? My life? I’ve had nothing but trouble ever since I agreed to marry you, and I didn’t want to be in this situation in the first place!”

Draco was silent, fiddling with the cauldron in front of him.

“You know what?” You began with a sigh, “I can’t do this anymore. You’ve completely made my life a living hell, adding so much drama that I don’t even know what to do. I don’t want this for my life, okay? I just don’t. I don’t want to think we’re finally getting somewhere, then you ruining it for us, or saying that you don’t love me. I don’t want you playing with my heart anymore. You’ve done enough damage.”

You glanced down at your hand and began to slide your engagement ring off of your finger, just as the bell rang. Immediately, everyone filed out of the room, leaving you both alone.

“But you said you loved me, remember. You can’t just ignore that,” Draco said, almost desperately. “Except I can. Because that was before you decided to chose another girl over me, and I decided to date a man a hundred times the gentlemen you’ll ever be. And trust me when I say I’d rather have his children than yours. I’m over you, okay? You’re not irreplaceable, no matter what you’d like to think. So here.” You grabbed Draco’s hand, ignoring the jolt of electricity that surged through your body as you did, and placed the small ring in the centre of his palm, before closing his fist for him, and pushing it away.

“Wait… what? No! No, Y/n, you can’t do this!” The panic on Draco’s face sends a small pang of pain through your chest. “Yes, I can. It’s my life, and I should be able to choose who I spend it with. And I don’t want to spend it with you. I can’t do it anymore. I don’t care about blood purity. I don’t care about who my parents want me to marry. I don’t care about who they want to be my children’s father. All I want is to be with someone who I love, and who loves me back, no questions asked. No doubts about if he loves me or some other girl. Just me. I think I deserve at least that. I don’t deserve anything you’ve ever put me through.”

“Please. Y/n. Just-Just take the ring back! Please! I need you to take it back! I love you! I love you so much! I didn’t realise how much until now! I’m sorry I even doubted it! I don’t love Pansy! I don’t! I was just confused, but now I’m not! Please, please! Y/n, darling,” Draco’s blue eyes filled with tears, “Please don’t do this to me! Don’t leave me!”

You gulped, uttering one thing before turning around and walking out of the classroom.

“Goodbye Draco.”

first stony bingo fill yay!! this one’s for the prompt: all’s well that ends well

on ao3: you got me feeling high, and i can’t step off the cloud [~600, rated G]

No need to worry about sleepless nights when you have a good friend like Iron Man.

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A is for Assassin (Part 4)

Thanks again for all of the amazing feedback <3

So just a forewarning: Jian Yi’s personality will be different in this than in 19 Days, as will his relationship with Zhan Zheng Xi due to the fact that they’re not in high school

I hope to delve more into Jian Yi and Zhan Zheng Xi’s characters and relationship in the next one <3

For now, enjoy!

Assassin’s AU

Pairings: Zhanyi / TianShan 

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)


           Jian Yi plopped down on the bed with an exaggerated sigh. He stretched his arms above his head with a yawn, his shirt hiking up to show a glance of milky white skin.

           Zhan Zheng Xi ignores him, crossing the hotel room to the small desk and dropping the bag into the chair.

           Jian Yi watches him, raising himself on an elbow as Zhan set up his computer and equipment.

           “Don’t you ever relax?” he called, “We just got here.”

           “We have a lot of work to do,” Zhan stated.

           Jian Yi pouted.

           “But we can take a second to relax.”

           Jian Yi rose and threw his arms over Zhan Zheng Xi’s shoulders from behind him. The latter stiffened, but remained still as Jian Yi’s chin fell on his shoulder.

           “Zheng Xi,” Jian Yi whined, his lips brushing Zhan’s ear.

           Face hot, Zhan tilted his head away.

           “What?” he bit out.

           Jian Yi grinned.

           “Let’s go skinny dipping in the pool,” he murmured.

           Zhan Zheng Xi elbowed Jian Yi who yanked away with a short laugh and a bark of protest.

           “Stop it.”

           “Stop what?” Jian Yi asked innocently, “I just want to go for a swim.”

           Zhan Zheng Xi sent him a glare, his cheeks red, and Jian Yi beamed his own flushed a light pink.

           Before either could say more, the door burst open and a flurry of red hair and burning eyes charged in.

           “You’re fucking kidding me!”

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ms-tsuki  asked:

Can you please write a little one shot about Michael and Mike working together on a science project for school (because I am a sucker for Michael in Daddy Mode and Mike being totally a badass kid)

Michael comes in through the front door, a long day back at work, but a satisfying one.  He’d contemplated finding something else do, something more relaxing perhaps.  But his mind refused to let him rest, and instead demanding it be stretched for answers.

 He didn’t mind, enjoying the time he could helping to solve problems and come up with configurations that others stared at in awe.  It was what he did best, but it wasn’t what he lived for.

No, that was reserved for when the clock struck five, refusing to put in late nights, instead almost racing home.  

He rolls up his sleeves, as he makes his way into the house, finding Sara sitting in the living room, still on maternity leave.  Isla has her back up against her mom’s stomach, a gurgling, drooling little girl whose arms flail at Sara’s excited, “Daddy’s home,” echoing through the house, meeting Michael’s ears, bringing a soft smile to his face.

He holds his hands out, reaching for the baby, who snuggles into his neck, as she breaths in her distinct infant smell, Sara getting up from her spot, a quick kiss exchanged, almost as if a habit, a ritual they’d implemented long ago, instead of a relatively new routine they’d established.

“He’s already waiting for you,” Sara says with a grin, her hand coming to rest on Isla’s back, as she walks into the kitchen to check on dinner.

Michael climbs the stairs with Isla in tow, reaching Mike’s room.

Every night for the past month, the two of them had been working endlessly on Mike’s science project.  Stealing time when they could, before and after dinner, and then on the weekends when they weren’t at Mike’s baseball practice.

“It’s looking good, bud,” Michael says from the doorway, Isla gurgling in agreeance, causing Michael to turn towards her little head resting on his shoulder, his long fingers, wrapping in her soft, dark hair.

Mike looks up from his project, a small smile on his lips at his dad’s compliment, before squinting back at his work.

“I just have to add the support,” he says in a quiet whisper like voice that sounds all too familiar to the older Scofield.  “We can probably start testing it this weekend,” he says, hesitantly, as if he’s not quite sure.

“Let me see,” he walks further into the room, staring over at the blueprints for the bridge that Mike had worked out himself, Michael having only helped with the calculations.  Piece by piece, they’d put together the structure.  Mike believing that they had worked on it together, but really, it had been mostly him, Michael just lending encouragement and a pointer here and there.

Bending down to his knees, he turns Isla over to where she can see Mike, his son immediately grabbing onto her little hand, making cute faces at the girl, whose eyes grew wide at the sight.

Inspecting the structure with one hand, he finds himself laughing at the interaction.

“Are you helping, Isla?” Mike asks her, shaking her hand as if it were her way of agreeing to such a task.

Michael brings his lips to the tuft of her hair, leaving a kiss on her head.

“I think you’re right, Mike.  You’re just about done,” he says.  A flicker of accomplishment sparking in the ember of his son’s amber eyes.

These were the moments he was living for.  The ones he’d fought tooth and nail to get home to.  A surge of pride rumbling in his chest at all that not even he had accomplished, but rather the things his kids would succeed at.

His optimism had wavered here and there, but for the most part, it had continued burning from the moment he’d inked his skin.  Often sacrificing his own happiness for the greater good, sure that if only his family were safe, he could die fulfilled.

“Oh wow, baby,” he hears Sara behind them, coming up to rest her hand on both of their heads.

It was only in his wildest dreams that he would be there to witness such a feat.  But here was, helping his son with a science project, holding his daughter, with his wife standing with him.

“You guys did good,” Sara says, his hand slipping to Michael’s neck, while planting a kiss where her hand was on Mike’s head.

“Yeah, we did,” Michael agrees, meeting her eyes, a knowing look passing between them.

It had been a long time coming, but he could finally, contently, say that this was what he’d been fighting for, a moment just like this one, and all the future ones to come.

Leave the first sentence of a fic in my ask box and I will write the next five sentences.

Title: endlessly

Pairing: RoyalChaos

Rating: T

Summary: Anthony’s not exactly sure when he realized it, but the door was always open to him. He only has the one to himself, but there are a million, billion others he has the ability to walk through. Linearity doesn’t exist, but at the same time there are a million, billion lines all travelling parallel and perpendicular to each other. No one else knows, and he thinks he might be the sole person in the whole world, maybe even the universe, to know. What he doesn’t know is why he’s so special.

Notes: time traveler!chilled, offscreen physical abuse, onscreen verbal abuse, implied sexual abuse, offscreen deaths, i swear it isn’t as grim as this makes it seem okay it’s actually pretty happy

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Dullahan

Origin: Ireland

Description: Dullahan’s are headless creatures that carries it head somewhere easily seen on his/her horse or under its right arm. A hideous grin splits the face from ear to ear, a good example of this if you’re having a hard time imaging it is the joker from batman, and the eyes are small and black. The entire head glows with eerie light that the creature uses as a lantern to guide its way along the Irish countryside. This description may be why many headless horsemen and/or Dullahan’s are depicted with jack-o-lanterns for heads. The most common mount for a Dullahan is a black steed. The horse sends out sparks and flames from its nostrils as it charges forth, making its appearance even more terrifying. But In some parts of Ireland the Dullahan drives a black coach which is drawn by six black horses. It’s been said to travels so fast that the friction created by its movement often sets on fire the bushes along the sides of the road. In both in both descriptions the Dullahan is said to use a whip made from human spines

Details: Dullahan’s are massagers of death, wherever they stops, mortals die. The Dullahan is possessed of supernatural sight, he can see for vast distances across the countryside, even on the darkest night. Using this power, he can spy the house of a dying person. Those who watch from their windows to see him pass, either for themselves or their dear ones, are rewarded by having a basin of blood thrown in their faces, or by being struck blind in one eye. It has a limited power of speech and can only call the name of the person whose death about to die. A Dullahan will stop before the door of a house and shout the name of the person about to die, drawing forth the soul it has called for. Don’t think locking you door or gate will help keep it out. Any gates or door will open to let rider through, no matter how firmly they are locked, so no one is truly safe from the attentions of this fairy. But there is a way to repel this creature and that is the use of gold.

Habitat: Anywhere there are people in Ireland, all though a lot of pictures show Dullahan’s in the country side or forest    

Fun Fact:  the legend of the Dullahan’s was the base for the headless horseman in Washington Irving: The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Also Celty Sturluson from the very popular anime Durarara!! is also a Dullahan, it even says so in the show that she’s one.  

i do not own any of this pictures i just use them for examples  

You’ll see - Rap Monster (BTS)

You were in the shower bathing when you heard your cell phone go off. “Namjoon babe can you get that!” you shouted out of the bathroom to your boyfriend.

“Yea no problem!” he shouted back and the ringing stopped as he answered it. You finished your shower and got out wiping your body dry in the bathroom before tying the towel around your now clean body. You walked out into your bedroom to see Namjoon sitting on your bed glaring at you. You frowned confused.

“Babe?” you asked.

“Do you know who that was?” he growled taking you by surprise with his tone. 

“No” you mumbled.

“Doctor Kim” he replied in the same tone of voice.

“Yes, you know I have an appointment by the gynecologist for a check up tomorrow. What’s the problem?” you asked, you were beyond confused now.

He chuckled darkly making you frown. “Yes love…” he began getting up and starting to walk towards you “You told me you were going by the gynecologist but you failed to tell me he was a fucking man!” he snarled. He was right in front of you now.

“Ok? And?  So what?  He is just my doctor.” you replied rolling your eyes at him. His eyes darkened even more than before as he took another step towards you. You took a step back and your back hit the wall, you were sandwiched between the wall and Namjoon. 

“He isn’t just your doctor, he is your gynecologist, he gets to see and touch my property.” he growled as he reached forward and ripped the towel from around you making you bite your lip as this angry Namjoon was definitely turning you on.

“But..” you began but he interrupted you.

He took a step towards you again and placed both his hands on either side of your face. “Since the appointment is tomorrow and you can’t cancel there is only one thing I can do, do you know what that is baby?” he asked. His face was so close to yours as he talked his breath fanned over your face as his eyes glared angrily into yours.

You shook your head, no. He smirked.”I am just going to have to show the doctor, whose pussy this is.” he stated and cupped your heat with one hand making you moan. 

You bit your lip and managed to whimper out “H..how?” 

“You’ll see.” he whispered with a very dark smirk. He then leaned in and smashed his lips to yours as he began stroking your naked core making you moan into the kiss. You knew he felt your arousal. This kiss was harsh and rough as he forced his tongue into your mouth claiming dominance immediately which you gave willingly. You loved when he was dominant which was almost every night to be honest.

He pulled away from the kiss leaving you breathless as he attached his lips to your neck immediately finding your sweet spot and sucking hard on it. You screamed as he stroked you extra hard, adding more pressure to your bud. It all felt amazing really. He sucked on your spot for a short while but you knew it left a mark because he was sucking extra hard.

He then began kissing down your body, heating up your skin every spot he touched with his chapped lips. You couldn’t stop the moans that left your lips. When his lips reached your boobs he stopped stroking you and attached his lips to a nipple sucking on it intensely sending a strong wave of pleasure directly to your core.

“Oh fuck daddy!” you screamed and he smirked against your boob as he gently grazed his teeth against it making you moan loudly and throw your head back.  He then went to the other boob and repeat the process making you feel even better than before. 

He then left your nipples and began kissing down your body again. He was now kneeling on the floor and his lips were sucking on one of your hip bones. He nibbled slightly as well leaving a mark behind. He then did the same to the other but instead he left two hickeys there.

He was finally looking where you wanted him, your aching core. It was just aching for him and his touch. “Daddy” you mumbled pleadingly and he looked up at you and licked his lips making you moan. He grabbed one of your legs and raised it up resting it on his shoulder so that he could see your core better.

“Are you this wet for daddy?” he asked making eye contact with you and you nodded desperately. “Use your fucking words, you know daddy likes to hear your voice baby.” he snarled. 

“Yes daddy, I am this wet for you and only you.” you said the desperation clear on your voice. You smirked up at you and began kissing up your thigh that was on his shoulder with every kiss he nipped and sucked softly on the skin making you groan with pain and pleasure. He was very intent on marking you. The closer he got to your heat the longer he spent biting and sucking on your flesh leaving darker and larger marks.

You moaned every time he sucked and bit because it just made you more aroused. You finally felt his breath on your core and you looked down at him. However, he just leaned to your other leg and attached his lips to your inner thighs sloppily sucking and biting on any part his lips could reach, he was marking that leg as well. 

You moaned and thrusted your hips forward, you were impatient.  His large hands immediately forced you back and he looked up at you. “Patience.” was all he said.

“Yes daddy.” you whimpered as he reattached his lips to your leg and sucked and bit. You didn’t know for how long it was, probably a few minutes but it felt like hours to you because of how horny you were. 

Finally he hovered by your core. He looked at it and blew some air on it making you squirm and whimper. You bit your lip in anticipation, just needing his touch. He leaned in and licked one straight line up, separating your folds with his large tongue and you moaned so loud just from that one lick. He leaned in again and licked you again and again. He was kitten licking you all over just teasing you with his expert tongue. He licked you from your bud to your hole making sure that his tongue touched every single inch on you. He was making you squirm like mad until his large hands were on your hips pushing you back against the wall and stilling your movements though his movements on your pussy never stopped.

You were a moaning mess, with every flick of his tongue a moan left your lips. He licked you up and down a few times before he took your pussy lips in his mouth and sucked hard making you scream his name. He smirked up at you before he licked up and settled on your clit. He began sucking on it softly sending waves of pleasure throughout your whole body.

“Ah fuck” you moaned when he began doing circles around your clit with his tongue. He was making you feel so good and he knew it. His tongue felt heated against you making you close your eyes and tangling one of your hands in his hair tugging it slightly.

Just at that moment  he entered two fingers into you without any warning.You screamed loudly and threw your head back, your back arching instinctively. He began fingering you as his tongue continued assaulting your clit. The pleasure felt so good, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. He gently grazed his teeth against your bud and you moaned looking down at him.

Seeing him glaring up at you with his sexy eyes as he pleasured you so well with his tongue and fingers sent you mad. “Daddy” you whimpered looking down at him through hooded eyes and he moaned against your core making you gasp just as he arched his fingers up and found your g spot. You screamed loudly as he continued fingering your like that, hitting your g spot every time.

You could feel your orgasm start to build within you and you began to move against him. He didn’t stop you for he knew you were close. You clenched around his fingers and he moaned against your clit again fueling your orgasm. Soon it came, your stomach tightened as your body was propelled into blissful pleasure and you came on Namjoon’s fingers. He pulled them out and sucked your arousal off of them before coming up to your face and kissing you allowing you to taste yourself.

He pulled away and smiled at you sexily. “Go in front of the mirror and see exactly how your doctor will know you’re mines.” he whispered and you did as he said. You gasped as soon as you saw it. On your inner thighs starting from a few inches above your knee and going all the way to your pussy were dark hickeys. There were so many it was overwhelming. 

“Namjoon!” you exclaimed looking at him. 

He just smirked “I think after tomorrow if you don’t want that to happen anymore you’d find a female gynecologist.” he stated simply.

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Kyman is dead? Please Kyman is more alive than ever!

I’m sorry. English is not my first language so i apologize if i have made some mistakes. But can we just talk about all the kyman in chapter 20x04? because i’ve never fangirl that much. Kyman is stronger than ever, even chapter 20x02.I know many people keep saying “Kyman is dead” “Kyman was obliterated” blablabla.  But is not true at all. 

Analyze the chapter and characters: 

KYLE:

1º) Kyle’s apologizing to Cartman: Awww this is so cute! i’ve been waiting to see this for weeks and it finally happened >w< 

2º) Kyle reaction to Heiman: Please! I don’t know if kyle was jealous, but we can´t deny Kyle was so done! So shocked! He also looked upset and he was like “Cartman c'mon, be like always”. But at first he couldn’t even talk. When Butters acted like Cartman, he was surprised. When his best friend joined to Butters’ side, he was surprised. When his mother peed in his father’s face, he was surprised (and  he also made a “wtf” face lol). But when he saw Heiman he couldn’t even talk. He was more shocked than in the others situations. He stared at Cartman and Heidi joined hands together, and he couldn’t looked away from it. His reaction was gold!


3º) Kyle wants the old Cartman back!: C'mon! Kyle was always saying “Ey Cartman, you are a bastard, i hate you! You must be a kind person” But in this chapter we can see Kyle likes old Cartman. He prefers old Cartman than polite Cartman. Is a cute revelation! He likes bad boy Cartman rather than good boy Cartman and he wants bad Cartman back! Holly shit!

4º) Kyle changes his mind: Remember, Kyle is the logical one. When Cartman doing something stupid Kyle is there to stop him, provide the voice of reason and help resolve problems. But now, Cartman is not the same person. And what did Kyle do? He fuck it all and join butters’ cause. Oh! And what about his profeminist attitude? All that he believes? Please! he start to act like all boys whose girlfriend have broke with them.
Pay attention on Kyle’ speech:


“I know the past few weeks have been very difficult for ALL of us. I know, now, more than ever that something has to change. I’ve seen a lot of things i never thought i would ever see. These are all complex issues we have to face and now i know after you break it down there’s really only one answer. ”

Always Kyle was accused to has no feelings for Cartman. He was accused to hate him. But in this chapter we can see Kyle likes old Cartman. And also we can see, after meeting Cartmans’s new girlfriend and see new Cartman, he fuck it all, he took his wiener out and declare the war.

Okay, and now Cartman:

1º) Cartman is acting very weird this season. He is so dispassionate, so politically correct… But! When he is talking with kyle, he act like old Cartman for a moment. His voice, i don’t know, but his voice is not dispassionate Cartman’s voice. Is Cartman’s lying voice. Also he enjoy rub it in his face that he has a Girlfriend. He is like “nananana i had a girlfriend. Deal with it”. Even he act more loving than usual with Heidi. Stop right there Heiman shipper! I know they are cute. But, you must admit Cartman being so kind is very suspicious. In chapter 20x03 Cartman and Heidi are friends. And now, suddenly, Cartman is so in love with Heidi, and call her “boo” and keeps telling amorous compliments all the time. Please, is very very suspicious.


So i really believe Cartman  fully enjoyed acting like that only to bother kyle. Because Kyle is the only one who could bring old Cartman’s personality back.


2º) Cartman assumed that kyle had an issue with Heidi. He accusing kyle of being jealous. And not jealous of him (cartman) jealous of Heidi. He said “You are threatened by her because she is funnier than you” Oh please! xD It seems Cartman was trying to make kyle jealous or maybe he really thought Kyle was jealous, or maybe both. God! And the fact is maybe he is not so wrong, because we can’t deny kyle is a little affected by Heiman relationship.

anonymous asked:

0HHH, IDEA! /if you do write them/ can i get a mini-fic where jumin meets a girl, with the same face of his guardian angel (that guardian angel au was awesomee) who he sees in his dreams and it turns out the girl is just as nice?

I’ll write more if you guys want me too ^-^


           Jumin froze, halfway out of his car. Walking out of his office building, was a girl who was impossibly familiar. One whose face he had only seen in dreams.

“Mr. Han?” Jaehee asked, wondering why he had stopped moving with one leg out of the car.

He blinked, adjusting his tie before getting out of his car. It was impossible for a figment of his dreams to actually exist. He told himself that while watching the figure walk down the sidewalk. However, there was nothing wrong with him finding out who she was. He was the director and he should stay informed about who was coming in and out of his family’s company.

So, after he finished his first meeting, Jumin went to the security office and rewound the surveillance cameras to when he got there that morning. “Assistant Kang,” he called, waiting for her to walk over. “Who is that?” He pointed at the paused image of the girl he had seen that morning on the screen.

“I believe that’s a new intern we recently hired,” she said, glancing down at the papers she was carrying. “I can find out for certain, if you want?”

“Yes, do that,” he said, turning and leaving to go back to work.

Jaehee followed, deciding not to question why Jumin was suddenly wondering who a random intern was. She just hoped this wouldn’t lead to more work.

At lunch, after going over the rest of the schedule with Jumin, Jaehee put a thin a folder in front of him. “That’s the intern’s information. Her name is MC. I’m not quite sure why you’re interested in her, though.”

Jumin nodded, glancing over the papers in the folder. It was just the girl’s resume and schedule. She seemed pretty average. He could stop thinking about her now.

Or he should have. That night, Jumin couldn’t get her out of his mind. He knew that dreams can include the faces of people he had only glimpsed once, so technically he could have seen her before, but he had been having those dreams for years. If he had seen her for only a brief moment before, it would have had to happened ages ago, and she didn’t look like she aged at all so it was unlikely. Maybe she had only looked similar, but after staring at the picture of her included in her file, Jumin decided that the two looked exactly the same.

He sighed, pouring himself a glass of wine. Elizabeth 3rd rubbed against his leg, looking up and meowing. He smiled and reached down to scratch behind her ears. “You’re the only woman I need,” he told her, to which she replied with meowing again and pawing at his foot so he got up to get her food.

The next morning, Jumin didn’t see the girl leaving when he arrived, but he didn’t admit that he was disappointed.

After lunch, when he was still in his office and going over some documents, there was a knock at his door. “Come in,” he said, not looking up.

“Excuse me, Miss. Kang gave me some documents for you to sign.”

Jumin jerked his head when whoever came in talked, recognizing the voice immediately. The girl, MC, stepped back at his sudden attention. “Uh, sorry, is now a bad time?” She asked, hugging a clipboard to her chest.

Jumin shook his head, composing himself and holding out his hand for the papers. “No, now is fine. What are these for?” He asked, already glancing over the contents of the papers.

“I’m not sure actually,” MC said with a nervous chuckle, “Miss. Kang just called me over and told me to take them to you to get signed.”

“Hm,” Jumin hummed in response before picking up his pen and signing at the bottom, handing them back to the girl. “What’s your name?” He found himself asking, even though he already knew the answer.

She blinked, seeming surprised by the question. “MC, I just started here as an intern.”

He nodded, “well, I hope you enjoy the position.”

She smiled, glancing down at the papers. “Thank you, I have so far. Um, if you’ll excuse me, I have to take these back.”

“Of course, have a good day.”

Jumin watched MC pull his office door shut as she left, uncertain as to why he was feeling regret that she was gone now. He sighed, shaking his head. Whatever the reason was, it wasn’t important. He had to focus on work now. Though, it wouldn’t be bad if she was sent in again.

DR3 Future-Side theory

After finally getting to see the first episode, there is one thing that bugs me. I’ll put it under the read more for those who haven’t watched it yet (but it’s already been out for like 16 hours), and because it is image-heavy and kinda pretty long. Not necessarily theorizing who the ‘mastermind’ is, but there is one character that brings a lot of question marks in my mind.

So here goes!

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Realm of Eternity: Part 11

(Read: Part I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XII )

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Manon, are you sure about this?” Dorian asked as the witches began to file out of the treehouse meeting room, Aellai shuffling along with the help of Aine. “Following them deeper into the jungle? We’ve only just met them.”

Manon gave him a withering look. “Do you think I can’t handle them?”

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liamsbumm-deactivated20150806  asked:

Ziam, 30. It's not what it looks like

Zayn was usually the type to crawl into his bunk alone or escape to FaceTime his mum when he was missing home. All of the boys knew that. But for some reason, this time his homesickness was particularly bad. They had been on the road for the last two months, touring all over the U.S. He missed his mums cooking, seeing his sisters more often, and just having time to himself so he could do some graffiti or lounge around his house.

This time, Zayn needed physical comfort. He thought about going to find Louis for a quick cuddle since he was pretty touchy anyway, but the idea of dealing with Louis’ shenanigans was not high up on his list tonight. No, he’d go find Liam instead.

He pads down the hall in his sock feet and knocks on Liam’s door. Zayn can hear Liam singing something through the door, Drake most likely, and he smiles just a little. 

“Come on, Leeyum, let me in!” Zayn shouts and pounds on the door a bit harder. A second later, a shirtless Liam answers the door, only a towel wrapped around his waist.

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CARYL Reunion - The Hug Of All Hugs!

Do you think the Caryl reunion in “No Sanctuary” was more romantic or platonic? 

 (Requested to repost by Molly for the marathon!) 

My personal opinion and perception of the reunion hug falls into a much deeper category than one or other BUT the intensity, passion and overwhelming “need” shown by Daryl leads me to believe that the embrace meant a lot more to him than any other physical or emotional encounter we have seen him engage since the very beginning of the series. It’s also important to mention that Daryl’s past and previous demeanor have portrayed him as someone who has a certain level of aversion to physical contact and as someone who tends to calculate every move he makes - both physically and mentally. We also haven’t seen Daryl share much of his personal self in the past BUT we are keenly aware of the stoic facade he tends to portray in front of other people and the fact that he is an expert at hiding his vulnerability and his feelings. 

In other words Daryl Dixon likes to be in control of himself at all times. 

The Daryl Dixon at the end of “No Sanctuary” with Carol in his sight forgot the rules and regulations his psyche dictated and as he barrelled towards her, all passion and no finesse, the audience was given a glimpse of vulnerability and tenderness most people didn’t think he was even capable of. 

The Daryl we saw during those moments was anything BUT in control of both his emotional and physical responses - the reaction and feeling we saw was raw, completely un-coordinated and a reflection of his subconscious want. 

Nobody and I really mean nobody - not even the most optimistic CARYL shipper truly expected the kind of emotion and the kind of intimacy we were given in that scene. 

1. At this point the group is still reeling from the Terminus escape, with adrenaline and fear rushing through their bodies and while the others were trying to talk Rick out of putting all of them in further danger, Daryl remained silent and seemingly unopposed to either decision. 

Carol approaches the group in a very hesitant, unsure, cautious way, with fatigue and almost resigned anxiety reflected on her face. It’s easy to see that she is concerned about the reactionary welcome she might receive and despite the fact that she had been responsible for saving their lives it stands to credence that she isn’t putting much stock into that. 

We already know from Carols personality and Gimples own comments on Talking Dead confirm that she went into Terminus out of love and not obligation or redemption of any sort. Everything Carol does for the group, whether she is putting her life in danger to save theirs or making sure the prison had enough water, is and always has been out of love. 

Her approach in this scene mirrors that perfectly - she is hesitating because to her she hadn’t done anything extra-ordinary just then, she saved them because she could and there was no expectation or conditionality on her part. Rick might be the one that locks eyes with her first but he is not the one her eyes are searching for as she stops dead in her tracks. 

2. Here we see Daryl turn his head following both Rick’s lead and the sound of rustling leafs behind him. There is a very slight pause where he freezes up with recognition and almost a twinge of panic as he takes in her sagging slight form and hitches up his breath. 

 It’s difficult to tell what part of her body he focuses on but I think it’s safe to say that aside from “Carol” he didn’t register all that much. 

Nothing else matters other than it’s HER standing there - not his surroundings, not the spectators and not even the fact that they are most likely “hunted” by the Termites and he is from what we see completely weaponless. 

The panic in his gaze has nothing to do with their lives being in danger and everything to do with his fear of her vision not being real. 

And. Then. He. Is. Running. 

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sammieisclueless-blog  asked:

i'm trying to guess whose ass is whose is that picture and i'm failing miserably. i need to pay more attention to their asses.

Left to right: Pyo, Zico, Taeil and BBomb

Pyo: His legs. He one of the tallest members like Zico and the leg length is the same. The only other member that has matching leg lengths is Jaehyo which is on the floor. Plus he got no booty.

Zico: You can see his face.

Taeil: His legs are only bent a little bit as the other members are more but he still the shortest booty is the bunch.

BBomb: Just look at the booty. EVERY ONE KNOWS MINHYUKIE GOT BOOTY. Plus that boy likes to spread his legs. Trust me he does.

Kiss You by @changedmystars 
Pairing: Zayn/Liam
Rating: M


The heat’s almost unbearable and he can feel the sweat pooling on his forehead. Summers in Central City have always been suffocating. Air humid and sticky as the sun’s rays beat down on the city’s residents.

Not even last week’s torrential rain broke the heat and if anything, it’s only been worse since then. The point is that it’s hot as balls, and Liam will swear on the grave of his loving mom that it was the heat that inspired him to such heights of stupidity.

But maybe it’s not, love makes you do stupid things, right? And well, Liam’s been in love with Zayn since they were kids. He remembers seeing him for the first time in kindergarten, a shaggy haired boy sitting all alone on the carpet with a giant book in his lap.

He remembers being so scared, away from home for the first time, away from his mum. And then Zayn smiled, into his book, he must have read something he liked and Liam felt it in that moment. Even as a 5 year old, he knew he’d want to spend the rest of his life making that boy smile.

It was so easy back then, sitting down next to Zayn, introducing himself, sharing his goldfish as Zayn slowly read the words of the story aloud to him before class started.

It’s harder now, loving Zayn, well not harder, maybe, just more complicated.

They aren’t 5 anymore is the thing. Back then, his biggest worry was making sure he had his mum pack Zayn’s favorite snacks so he could have an excuse to share them with him. And now?

Now his biggest worry was split between not accidentally dying while protecting the city from superpowered metahumans and trying to keep Zayn from doing something dangerous while chasing a story.

Or at least, that’s usually his biggest worry these days. But on this blistering, summer day, his biggest worry is trying to get that betrayed look off Zayn’s face. He hates that look, it’s the same one Zayn gave his dad the day Yaser blocked his police academy application and it’s the same look he gave his fiancee when Danny had come clean about working with the Flash on some cases.

Before today, Liam had never seen that look directed at him, and he’d been proud of that. Proud that he was one of the few people in Zayn’s life that had never let him down. But now, he’s standing here, mask covering his face and waiting for the only person who’s ever made him feel like the weakest and strongest man on the planet, sometimes at the same time, to say something, anything really.

“It’s you,” Zayn gasps out, his voice wavering as Liam cringes.

“Zed, I-” but he can’t think of what to say. Liam’s whose mind moves faster than the speed of sound, can’t think of a single way to make this better.

“Just, don’t Liam.” He can see Zayn’s hands shaking as he takes in a deep breath. His eyes shiny and dark, Liam can tell he’s gearing up for a good screaming match, and he can’t say he blames him.

“What exactly was your plan here? Were you just going to reveal the truth and what, expect me to just throw myself at you? That I’d just get here and what? Forget all about my fiancee and and throw myself at you.”

Zayn pauses, taking a deep shuddering breath and turning those huge, beautiful eyes on him, waiting for him to say something to make this better. Liam’s never been good at being put on the spot, but he knows this could be his last chance to get Zayn to hear him.

“No, of course not, I mean, best case scenario, I was hoping you would let me kiss you but, uh” and he knows that wasn’t the smartest thing to say by the way Zayn’s lips curl down and how he sits down on the curb, shoulders slumped and defeated.

“Zed, I never meant to keep this from you, I promise babe, I only ever wanted to protect you.”

“Which one Liam? The fact that you’re in love with me or the fact that you’re the Flash. Which secret were you keeping from me to protect me, because right now, it just feels like you were protecting yourself.”

Zayn doesn’t even bother looking up, but Liam doesn’t think his point could sting more even if he was. He feels the pain of it, the betrayal sitting deep in his chest. They’d promised each other when Yaser had taken Liam in, weeks after Zayn’s mum had deserted them, and days after Liam’s mum had ended up dead with his dad on trial for her murder, that they’d never keep secrets from each other.

And Liam’s kept not one, but two. Sometimes it feels like all he’s done since getting these powers has been break his promises. He doesn’t need Zayn to say it for him to know he’s thinking the exact same thing.

“Come on, come over here, will you?” He whispers, grabbing Zayn’s hand and pulling him up and closer to him. “I can’t admit all of this if you’re not at least looking me in the eye, alright?”

Zayn snorts, “you were fine lying to my face for the last year and a half, don’t know why you need to look at me when you’re telling the truth.”

“You’re right, ok? A lot of this was more to protect myself, lying and shutting you out, I was protecting myself because if something had happened to you because of me, I never would have been able to forgive myself. Alright?”

“Leeyum -” Zayn starts, wide eyes and red tinging his cheeks.

“No, I know that I’m a coward, because I should have told you how I felt years ago, but I didn’t want to get hurt and when I got these powers, Yaser and I just knew that you could end up getting hurt and we agreed -”

“My dad knows too. What am I saying, of course he knows, why am I even surprised? He’s so good at keeping secrets of course he helped you keep yours.”

Zayn, please. I just need you to understand how sorry I am,” he begs, trying to keep his cool, knowing that if he fucks this up, that his relationship with Zayn may be beyond repair.

“I know you’re sorry, that’s not the problem here. I just want you to let me in Liam, that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

He’s crying, and Liam’s sure he’ll never be able to forgive himself, even if Zayn does find it in him to forgive him.

“And you’ve got all these people that you seem to trust over me. My dad, and Niall and Harry and you barely know them Liam but you trusted them with this, which means that you-”

“It just means that I didn’t want to lose you, alright? It doesn’t mean that I trust them over you. I just wanted to keep you safe. Zayners, you’re the only person who knows all of me, please don’t think that this changes that.”

“But it does, Liam. I didn’t know this huge piece of you, and you kept it from me. Even when I’d come to you with articles of my own research of the streak, the Flash, you’d look me in the eye and lie to me. How am I supposed to trust you again?”

Liam doesn’t say anything, just brings Zayn closer into his chest and into a hug. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any other way to say it Zed. I’m just so sorry. I love you so much and I wanted to keep you out of this, out of harm.”

“But keeping me out of harm means you don’t want me to be a part of this amazing new part of you Liam. You’re a hero and you’ve saved my life so many times and if you hadn’t taken off your mask, I never would have known. How can you say you love me, if you can’t even trust me with this?”

He’s fighting a losing battle with this, Zayn’s always been great at arguing, at getting people to see his way. It’s how he’s had both his dad and Liam wrapped around his finger their whole lives.

“You’re right,” he cuts in, stopping Zayn’s lecture. “I let my own feelings and cowardice cloud my judgement and I should have trusted you. I just, I love you so much Zed.”

Zayn gives him this broken look, biting his lip as he looks down, so Liam continues.

“I know, ok. I know that there’s Danny and I know that you care about him Zayn, but don’t lie to me. I know that every time we touch, you get this, this kind of rush in your bones, because I get it too Zed. I know I’m not the only one who feels this way, I can’t be.”

Zayn doesn’t answer, eyes downcast, “do you wanna just take me home now, Flash” and Liam knows their conversation is done.

For the last year and a half, Liam’s been patrolling the streets of Central City, using the equipment at Star Labs to get a bird’s eye view of what was going on and who he needed to protect.

Right now, he’s just using the lab as a place to hide from the fact that Zayn knows his secret identity and that at least for now, he’s not speaking to him.

“You know, hiding like a scared kid isn’t going to get you what you want, right? Even when you’re a superhero.”

Liam glares over at Niall, “I’m really not in the mood Nialler.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to have to drag your drunk arse back over to the Maliks once you’re too hammered to feel bad for yourself anymore.” He’s looking through the police records that he hacked into last week, trying to find some sort of lead on the whereabouts of a missing metahuman.

“I’m not even drinking, so you’re not gonna drag me anywhere. Besides, you know I can’t get drunk, my metabolism’s too fast.”

“Love drunk then, eh Payno?” Niall groans and shuts his laptop, “look just head back home, yeah? Not that I haven’t loved having you here every second of every day, but you need to work this out with Zayn, alright?”

“He’s not speaking to me, how am I supposed to work this out, when every time he sees my face he goes running for the woods.” It’s Liam’s turn to groan now.

“Well, I don’t know Liam, maybe use the fact that you’re the fastest man alive to make sure he doesn’t outrun you.” He gives Liam an unimpressed look before continuing, “Besides, he broke up with Danny didn’t he? He’s waiting for you to make your move Payne, go get your boy and stop mopping.”

“He didn’t break up with Danny for me, he broke up with him because he was lying to Zayn about my identity. Another thing to add to my list of screw-ups.”

“Go home Payno, maybe if the two of you spent more time talking to each other instead of whining, you’d have been together years ago.”

Liam glares but decides to take Niall’s advice, not to talk to Zayn, they’ve both done a great job of avoiding each other for the last few weeks, and he sees no reason to stop that now, but to go home. He bids Niall good night and runs home.

He knows that Yaser is pulling another late night at the station, he’s been doing that a lot more the past few weeks, probably his attempt at giving Zayn and Liam the space to work their issues out, and partly a lot more paperwork to finish up by himself since Danny transferred to Keystone Police Department following the breakup.

Liam will probably have another night to himself, stuffing his face and watching Netflix wondering if things will ever feel stable again.

When he walks into the house though, Zayn’s sitting in the living room, a photo album on the coffee table that he’s flipping through. He doesn’t look up when Liam walks in but Liam knows Zayn knows he’s there. He sees the way Zayn’s shoulders seize up and how he holds his breath and he decides to take Niall’s advice again.

Maybe if he had been braver years ago, in high school, or after college, all of this could have been avoided. If he’d just told Zayn how he felt all those years ago, they wouldn’t be on the brink of never speaking to each other again.

Or maybe not, Liam’s had years to learn that he makes the worst decisions, so he probably would have found another way to fuck his chances up.

And even though Liam’s the superhero, Zayn once again proves to be the braver of the two, by speaking first.

“You were the only person in my life who had never let me down? Did you know that?”

“Zayn-”

“Just let me get this out, ok?” Zayn’s looking at him, doe eyes imploring him to not interrupt, so Liam sits beside him and nods.

“My mom, boyfriends, girlfriends, even my dad. But not you Liam, you were always someone I could depend on. But now, now I’m not even sure who you are anymore and that scares me.” He lets out this gut wrenching breath and Liam hates himself, because he hurt the one person he promised himself he never would hurt.  

“I know, Zayn I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you, but I promise, I’ll find a way to do it. I promise.” Liam reaches for Zayn’s hand, half-expecting Zayn to pull away, to announce that he’s moving out, that he’ll never forgive Liam, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he lets Liam hold his hand.

“I don’t want to waste any more time Liam, not with you.” It comes out as a whisper, so quiet that Liam’s almost not sure he heard him right, but his words somehow still echo in his ears.

It’s more than he ever thought he’d get with Zayn, as much as Yaser and Niall would tell him that they knew Zayn felt the same, there was always a part of him that couldn’t let himself believe it. He exhales a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding in, “I love you so much babe. I just want to take care of you.”

“You have a whole city to take care of dummy. We’re a partnership, ok? We take care of each other, no more of this keeping me safe by lying crap.”

“In my defense, I wasn’t lying so much as omitting facts and changing the subject.”

“Do you really want to go down this path with me Liam?”

Liam takes a look at Zayn’s determined face, and decides that no, he really doesn’t. “You’re completely right, dear. No more lying.”

He’s rewarded by a smile taking over Zayn’s face, eyes sparkling in that way that has always reminded Liam of those Disney films they used to watch as kids.

“Good, now come on. Dad’s at the station late tonight, so we have the house all to ourselves and I think I have some ways you can make all this up to me.”

Liam’s trailing after Zayn, a little unsure if maybe this is all just an elaborate dream, “you don’t wanna take it slow?”

“Did the fastest man in the world just ask me to slow down?” and there’s that teasing grin Liam’s missed so much.

“I mean, if you would rather keep talking about our feelings, instead of taking me up to my room and making me fall apart on your fingers and your cock, we totally can. No complaints, really. I can slow down for you Leeyum.”

Love may have made Liam do some pretty stupid things in the past (and let’s face it, probably in the future), but he’s really not dumb enough to pass up an opportunity like this.

He grabs Zayn and speeds up to his room, carrying him bridal style and depositing him on the bed, taking less than a second to Zayn’s amusement. “Nope, this speed works great for me,” he says before diving onto the bed next to Zayn.

Zayn giggles as Liam shuffles closer to him, kissing his neck. “I love you Zayn,” he murmurs against his skin.

“I love you too, Flash.”  

detective-pookie-dixon  asked:

Hey baby! Have you made a master post where you analyse our babies' hug? I'm scrolling through your blog like crazy and can't find it, so I was wondering if you've even written it and posted it already :) please let me know, I'd love to read your thoughts!

Hi There My Beautiful Friend,

Before anything else I want to acknowledge that you my dear are a master question asker and an amazing CARYL Analysis Writer all by yourself AND therefore I am encouraging anyone seeing this to literally run to your page and enjoy some of the most thought-provoking and most uplifting CARYL material I have read in a long time.
Seriously you have been outdoing yourself lately and I couldn’t praise you enough!

Thank you for reminding me about the “Epic Hug” Post because I got several asks to do a detailed analysis on IT after some of my other write-ups kind of touched upon it but maybe didn’t necessarily focus exactly on the actions themselves.
I am combining 4 asks for this post because they all essentially asked the same thing;
What elements of the CARYL Reunion Hug made the embrace not familial/friendly/platonic in nature?
What specific gestures made Daryl’s reaction significant for CARYL?

To make this a little more orderly I decided to essentially do a breakdown of the individual motions or steps of the embrace itself and in turn discuss each point by point in detail, to show why the design of the scene appears crucial to me, especially if we want to even attempt to “label” it in any shape of form.
I will note right away that I am not going to classify the “hug” as either simply romantic or simply platonic in nature because the feelings behind what occurred are yet to be verbalized concretely and definitively by either side.
That being said my personal opinion and perception of the reunion hug falls into a much deeper category than one or other BUT the intensity, passion and overwhelming “need” shown by Daryl leads me to believe that the embrace meant a lot more to him than any other physical or emotional encounter we have seen him engage since the very beginning of the series.
It’s also important to mention that Daryl’s past and previous demeanor have portrayed him as someone who has a certain level of aversion to physical contact and as someone who tends to calculate every move he makes - both physically and mentally.
We also haven’t seen Daryl share much of his personal self in the past BUT we are keenly aware of the stoic facade he tends to portray in front of other people and the fact that he is an expert at hiding his vulnerability and his feelings.
In other words Daryl Dixon likes to be in control of himself at all times.

The Daryl Dixon at the end of “No Sanctuary” with Carol in his sight forgot the rules and regulations his psyche dictated and as he barrelled towards her, all passion and no finesse, the audience was given a glimpse of vulnerability and tenderness most people didn’t think he was even capable of.

The Daryl we saw during those moments was anything BUT in control of both his emotional and physical responses - the reaction and feeling we saw was raw, completely un-coordinated and a reflection of his subconscious want.
Nobody and I really mean nobody - not even the most optimistic CARYL shipper truly expected the kind of emotion and the kind of intimacy we were given in that scene.

1. At this point the group is still reeling from the Terminus escape, with adrenaline and fear rushing through their bodies and while the others were trying to talk Rick out of putting all of them in further danger, Daryl remained silent and seemingly unopposed to either decision.

Carol approaches the group in a very hesitant, unsure, cautious way, with fatigue and almost resigned anxiety reflected on her face. It’s easy to see that she is concerned about the reactionary welcome she might receive and despite the fact that she had been responsible for saving their lives it stands to credence that she isn’t putting much stock into that. We already know from Carols personality and Gimples own comments on Talking Dead confirm that she went into Terminus out of love and not obligation or redemption of any sort.

Everything Carol does for the group, whether she is putting her life in danger to save theirs or making sure the prison had enough water, is and always has been out of love. Her approach in this scene mirrors that perfectly - she is hesitating because to her she hadn’t done anything extra-ordinary just then, she saved them because she could and there was no expectation or conditionality on her part. Rick might be the one that locks eyes with her first but he is not the one her eyes are searching for as she stops dead in her tracks.

2. Here we see Daryl turn his head following both Rick’s lead and the sound of rustling leafs behind him. There is a very slight pause where he freezes up with recognition and almost a twinge of panic as he takes in her sagging slight form and hitches up his breath.

It’s difficult to tell what part of her body he focuses on but I think it’s safe to say that aside from “Carol” he didn’t register all that much. Nothing else matters other than it’s HER standing there - not his surroundings, not the spectators and not even the fact that they are most likely “hunted” by the Termites and he is from what we see completely weaponless. The panic in his gaze has nothing to do with their lives being in danger and everything to do with his fear of her vision not being real.
And. Then. He. Is. Running.

3. Carol is not that far away from him - there was no need to RUN, there was no danger he needed to slay, there was nobody timing him here AND yet he is off and running haphazardly towards her as if he simply can’t get there fast enough.

The one and only person whose mere presence holds that much power over Daryl’s own self-awareness and the one person who is apparently able to get a Dixon to forget everything else in the world around him was and had always been - CAROL.
He literally SPRINTS the very short distance between them, arms wide open, an actual GRIN on his face and with so much passionate urgency that he ends up slamming into her with enough power that she is almost knocked right over.
Daryl couldn’t get to Carol fast enough.

4. The initial act of this “hug” is so physically intense that you can both hear and see the surprise and unpreparedness on Carols face as she feels herself almost scooped up into Daryl’s arms. The way he encircles her body frame gives the impression of an embrace that he doesn’t intend on ending anytime soon (if ever!).

The scene makes it clear that it’s a short distance between them and yet by the time he has his arms around her, Daryl is audibly panting as he forces himself to exhale, to breathe, to calm himself down…but just the sheer fact that she is right there with him is overwhelming his emotions AND it only takes a second for the sobs to start wracking his body as he holds on for dear life.
There are several slight instances where you can see him tightening his grip around her, almost as if he can’t get close enough, like the feel of her against him can’t get real enough AND everything around them simply evaporates as the moment is savoured.

5. The embrace in itself is awkward because he’s uncoordinated and there is a sense of sensory overwhelm, disbelief, pure joy and staggering relief, all wrapped up in a very “Un-Daryl” like way.

He is stumbling, swaying, lifting, holding, sobbing, nuzzling and desperately gripping all at the same time…as everybody simply looks on in amazement and it’s hard to tell if they are marvelling at HIS reaction or HER appearance.
It’s important to mention that almost all of this is Daryl, not Carol - she is simply holding on to him, hands soothingly patting his back as he tries to find both his emotional and physical balance. Her arms grip his shoulders, pulling him closer and holding on even tighter as they both gasp out sobs of joyful disbelief.
CARYL has always been about the soft gestures and small touches that both mean and feel so much AND here we see the same thing because even though the embrace in itself is at a HUGE scale, the affection and feeling is communicated through a flurry of smaller motions that couldn’t be contained at the realization that they were once again TOGETHER.

6. The soft gestures of this union is essentially what separates this embrace from the one Carol receives from Rick and had received from Tyreese back at the Grove. The fact that the soft tenderness comes from Daryl magnifies the significance ten-fold because everything he does is so much out of his comfort zone and is something we have never seen him share before.
As her feet come back into contact with the ground, he continues the embrace on his own accord as he brings his hand up to the back of her head, pulling her fiercely into himself and essentially muffles the sounds of their collective sobs as their breathing slowly falls back into a unified sync.
He rocks her, he sways her, he lifts her, he caresses her head, he nuzzles her neck, he snuggles into her chest…he cries, he sobs, he pulls her, he crumbles against her….HE can’t get enough of HER and it is HER that pulls away from HIM!
Carol intimately cradled his face, had her fingers intertwined with his, had her finger tips brushed through his hair and even made an attempt to wipe off the hot tears that he unashamedly shed for HER, over HER and because of the feelings HER return brought out in HIM.

7. It doesn’t take a lot of insight into Daryl’s character to figure out that a man like him with an aversion to physical contact wouldn’t be one too comfortable with public displays of affection either.

That side of him was completely lost in that very moment - not only did he HUG Carol but HE cried, HE sobbed, HE nuzzled, HE rocked, HE snuggled and HE went back into her after SHE pulled back away to look at HIM.
A man usually quiet, cautious, hardened and so reserved with everyone else didn’t even have a flinch of hesitation about rushing towards her, scooping her entire body up and letting tears, sobs and small whimpers simply seep out of him.
Daryl made a HUGE statement with his reaction to seeing Carol again AND HE did it in front of RICK, almost the whole group and four virtual strangers to him.

At first they are all in shock at seeing her there but once they see the tenderness and passion with which Daryl has greeted her there are smiles on all of their faces - Rick, Maggie, Carl, Sasha and even Bob can’t help but be moved by the emotion they are witnessing.
Gradually, they all step forward, timidly at first, almost afraid to break the happy spell Carol and Daryl are entranced with BUT they too want to greet their family - their sweet, loving Carol.
That scene wasn’t about Daryl claiming Carol for HIS OWN but more about Daryl showing who already had HIM claimed, whether either of them knew it already or not.
He Was Her Person And She Was His And Now Everybody Knew It.

8. Carol starts out the encounter very unsure, hesitant and guarded even, because when she approached them she had to be wondering how they would feel about her - how HE feels about HER after her confession to Rick.
Would Daryl reject HER? Would HE look at HER differently? Does HE even know?
The moment she is in his arms, the minute he grabs her, holds her, cradles her so unabashedly SHE knows SHE is safe and just like that HER whole-entire face lights up and even as her tears mix with his own she laughs with all the humanity her tender heart holds and there is a painful exhale heard that just about rips him in half.
Daryl wants HER with HIM, with THEM and SHE is just so HAPPY about it ALL!
Even as she pulls away they both continue crying and staring at each other as if they want to memorize this moment, to cherish this brief minute of happiness because they both know interludes like that are few and far in between.

9. The final part of the embrace is probably one that is the most telling to me. As she pulls back their shoulders sag in relief and they both let out the slightest of sighs in this resolved relief that they’ve been found.
The shock at being right there in that moment starts to fade and you can almost feel the resolution and comforting calm Carol delivers HIM as she gently cups his face and caresses his neck.

Daryl however isn’t ready to let her go so he pulls at her a tiny bit more and just drops his head ever so lightly against her lower neck and try to nuzzle her closer, with tears continuing to fall. It almost looks like his entire body is finally able to rest even though the overwhelming emotion at her being in front of him has short-circuited every coping mechanism he had ever had.

Instead of panicking or trying to reel himself back in to composure once he reluctantly steps aside Daryl still continues to cry and whimper as he watches her reunion with Rick. He doesn’t go far, he doesn’t leave her sight and even though he’s still overcome with his emotion he stands guard in case she needs him.

After Rick asks: “Did you do that?” Carol doesn’t answer and just as Rick takes that first step to approach her there is a very slight protective movement on Daryl’s end indicating that he was “with her” in case she needed him. He stands back, crying and whimpering quite openly but nonetheless he stands watch over her reunions AND something tells me that she won’t be leaving his sight for a very long time.

10. An important part of the reunion scene and one a lot of people overlook is the fact that it contains no dialogue whatsoever and yet so much is being told.

Bear McCreary composes music for a lot of the emotionally intense and action packed scenes in TWD and the CARYL Reunion scene is scored perfectly to highlight the overpowering feeling of significance during the exchange.

The music begins the moment Daryl spots Carol for the first time and continues to build up right away BUT interestingly enough start to fade out as soon as Rick gets involved.

We were meant to focus on that scene and so was the general audience.


If nothing else that reunion reinforced and stated loudly just how much Daryl needed Carol in his presence - how much she mattered - how much he missed her and how just how significant she really was for HIS happiness!

Nobody can take that away from US!

CARYL On My Lovelies - The Best Is Yet To Come

Love XOXO

SANJA