At the very closing part of the film where Bender raises his fist in defiance, that was actually ad libbed. He was supposed to just walk into the sunset, so to speak, and John Hughes asked him to play around with a few actions. When he was done and they were finishing up, Judd Nelson threw his fist up without running it by anyone. Everyone loved it, and it has become an iconic symbol of the 1980’s.

anonymous asked:

I was reading one of you analyzes and someone mentioned jimin fainting? I'm really new in the fandom and was wondering when that happened?

that happened in 2015 during one of their fanmeetings in osaka , i think this moment had left a really big impact on their relationship as a whole, and was one of the reasons why people started thinking that Osaka means something very special to them , which is something jiminpoppins pointed out .

so in 150819 jimin fell off stage/fainted during their fan meeting hosted in Osaka_japan , due to a quick drop in his blood pressure… so jungkook replaced him that day/sang most of his parts ,and  there’s a fancam of that during their “i need you” performance in which  jungkook was doing jimin’s parts , and he looked really sad, his voice was shaky as hell and his nose was very red , he was indeed crying just before going on stage, you can watch that here that actually says a lot about how much jimin means to him , of course all  the other members looked sad as well but jungkook was particularly  more effected by jimin’s absence than all of them , that might as well has helped him really realise and accept his feelings for jimin ,how much he really really loves him , cares about him and most importantly needs him

the next day 050820 , jimin recovered so he performed with them , and during jungkook’s part in “for you” , he was supposed to walk past the members but that day he stopped next to jimin and sang his line for him , his line was:[It smells like you, The road that I walk on, I plug my earphone to my status, My true feelings lie beyond there] which left jimin smiling every now and then during that whole performance throwing glances at jungkook .. here


Film Facts
The Breakfast Club (1985)
Judd Nelson improvised the part at the closing of the film where Bender raises his fist in defiance. He was supposed to just walk into the sunset, so to speak, and director John Hughes asked him to play around with a few actions. When he was done and they were finishing up, Nelson threw his fist up without running it by anyone. Everyone loved it, and it has also become an iconic symbol of the 1980s.

Some of you might have noticed something kind of funny about people.

Almost none of them like Treasure Planet.

And, considering I joined this fandom well over three years ago by now, this comes as absolutely no surprise to me – and chances are, if you’ve known about this film for longer than, say, a day, it fails to surprise you, too. I mean, we’ve all heard the reasons, haven’t we – valid though they are, it’s depressing to hear them, the millions upon millions upon millions of them. 

  • “Sorry, the sci-fi just wasn’t my thing.”
  •  “I liked it okay, but I can’t see myself ever watching it again.”
  •  “The animation was good, but I didn’t really like the rest of it.”
  •  “It was…sort of weird to me.”
  •  “It doesn’t measure up to Treasure Island.”
  •  “It just wasn’t my cup of tea.”

Or - and here’s the one that gets to me: 

  • “I just really didn’t like the main kid.” 

The words come across as pretty innocent - it’s just a matter of preference, it’s just their opinion, live and let live, nothing wrong with disagreeing…and there’s not. There’s really, really not. You can hate Jim Hawkins as much as you want. But you can look me in the eye and can you tell me why you hate him? Can you tell me why, exactly, that’s the argument I’ve heard the most out of any of them? Can you tell me why, in my 3+ years in this wonderful fandom, in the thousands of days I’ve now spent promoting the shit out of this film every chance I get, can you tell me why that argument is the one I find myself dealing with the most? Can you look at me and can you tell me why you hate Jim Hawkins? Can you do that? 

Because here’s the thing - I can tell you why I love him. And I got shit to back up me up. 

Let’s get down to business. Let me tell you why I love Jim Hawkins - every habit, every quirk, every mannerism, every virtue, and every flaw. Let’s plunge right in.

  • He’s kind.

Sure, you can roll your eyes if you want to, but honestly? Being really, truly, simply, genuinely nice is such a rare quality in the world, and Jim has - and displays - this quality in abundance. I mean, for one thing, bringing Billy Bones to the Benbow when he seems ninety percent sure the guy’s just crazy? Yet he takes a chance anyway, because the sailor’s sick, the sailor’s injured, it’s raining really hard, he shouldn’t be out in this in his state, here, give me your arm, let me help you, you can come in out of the rain and stay in my house for a bit.

And what about the time he met that half-mad robot on Treasure Planet and, despite the fact that BEN blatantly oversteps his boundaries a good ten times (”Will you let go of me?/Stop touching me!”/Will you quit hugging me?”) or so within the first five minutes of their introduction, despite the fact that he is very obviously unhinged from all that time alone, despite the fact that BEN is loud and attention-drawing and the word stealthy isn’t in his vocabulary, despite the fact that he’s putting the captain and the doctor and himself in peril by doing so, Jim allows BEN to come with him - all he needs is to hear about the robot’s century of solitude, his loneliness, his desolation, and he just drops everything and says, “If you’re gonna come along…”  

And don’t even get me started on the deleted scenes - such as the one where he offers to fix this child’s scooter, even though he and this kid have never met before, never even spoken to one another, and yet he offers to fix this scooter because aww the kid’s sad let me fix it for you.

 Because, beneath that black jacket and that dark scowl of his, Jim has a huge, huge heart and it’s there and it’s evident for anyone willing to look. Because Jim just legitimately cares about other people, and there’s no ulterior motive, he doesn’t ask for compensation, he doesn’t expect anything in return, he just genuinely likes helping others. 

(And as I don’t happen to have an image on hand for the child’s scooter bit mentioned above, have a few bonus pictures of times when Jim was nice) 

Comforting a frightened Morph despite the fact that his life is in the most immediate and intense danger

And how about the time he lets a pirate - the leader of a mutiny in which he was supposed to be killed - walk the fuck away from him because he believes there’s good in Silver

Don’t get me started on this kid and his kindness. Don’t. Get me started.

  • And he’s smart.

I don’t mean passing-his-finals-with-flying-colors oh-haha-that-was-a-total-seat-of-my-pants-test can’t-believe-I-pulled-through-with-a-B I-was-pulling-answers-out-of-my-ass kind of smart.

I mean completely, incredibly, off-the-charts, blow-your-mind brilliant. He might be failing his high school classes, but it’s certainly not due to the challenge; he doesn’t put any effort into his work because he just doesn’t care. I mean, we even hear Sarah state that he built his first solar surfer when he was eight. So let’s let that sink in for a second.

This kid 

was no older than that when he built one of these

Just let that sit a minute. He built one of those gizmos 

when he was eight fucking years old. Hell, I’m not one hundred percent sure I understand them now, and he was eight and he understood them so well he could make them. (Sure, he ultimately uses it to cause trouble and ride straight into restricted areas, but it still makes him pretty brainy.) 

And not to mention, when Silver tries to teach him how to steer a skiff, he doesn’t even let the guy finish his sentence before he starts powering it up. Despite the other’s best attempts to stop him, Jim ignites the engine and sends them whirling straight into a comet. He fucking steers a boat - with limited knowledge, considering Silver didn’t get a chance to teach him everything - he steers a boat into a comet, and rides that comet to its end and does it without ever missing a beat, without ever throwing himself or his companion out of the boat, without ever messing up or getting hurt or hurting Silver or anything, just gets the hang of it right off the bat.

And at the end of it, all Silver says is, “If I could maneuver a skiff like that when I was your age, they’d be bowing in the streets when I walked by today!” 

Oh, and did I mention he powers up a century-old crashed boat in sixty seconds? No? Well, he did that, too.

Oh, and he also made another solar surfer, this time at fifteen, out of the useless parts of their failing ship while the planet explodes around them.

And, when said surfer begins failing, threatening to send him plummeting to his death in a raging river of lava bubbling and frothing beneath him, he keeps it going - literally rams it into the wall, striking it against the metal surface until enough friction occurs to power the thrusters again, and he does this all in the space of thirty seconds.

Oh, and he figured out where Flint’s trove was hidden before anyone else, just based on the fragmented bits and pieces he’d picked up from other people

And did I mention yet that he was the only one who could open the map leading to the planet? 

There were people thirty and forty years his senior trying to figure it out

and he figures it out in seconds

  • And he’s brave

Remember when he casually faced down a whole crew of pirates three and four times over, all in the space of twenty-four hours? 

And how about the fact that he refuses, at great risk to himself, to open the map for the pirates - until Silver threatens the captain and the doctor? 

Or when he’s fixing that hundred-year-old boat we discussed earlier, and tells BEN to leave without him if he can’t get away in the next five minutes? 

Oh, and when the star Pellucid goes supernova on their voyage and the hands are sent to secure the solar sails, not only does Jim immediately ascend, no hesitation

he also spots Silver, who followed him there, fall from his perch, and literally fucking throws himself down onto the wood and hauls the cook - who, to be honest, has a good hundred pounds on Jim and probably almost took the kid down with him, and definitely dragged the kid closer to the edge than would be advised - back up to safety. 

And later in the film, he receives an order from the captain to scout ahead and find them a better place to hide - and even though the pirates were spotted seconds earlier, circling the skies in a longboat, Jim expresses no hesitation, simply obeys.

And, oh, uh, you remember that solar surfer we talked about earlier, the one he constructed as the planet bursts into flames and burns down around him? 

Yeah, here he is riding it through the fires and eruptions and random debris, here he is casually risking his life to save everyone else, most of them being pirates who would have loved to see him dead.

Yep, don’t mind him, he’s just saving everyone else. He might die doing it, but damn, he’s doing it anyway.

But wait. I did promise to discuss his flaws as well, and, so far, I haven’t been making good on that promise, have I? 

Fear not, for Jim Hawkins is far from perfect and it’s time for us to explore the reasons why.

  • He’s impulsive

While most readily refer to this as a “Mary Sue trait” and “not really a flaw” , I can’t help but disagree; if we consider it an undesirable trait in a real person, why on earth would we think it little more than a cute quirk in a fictional character? Believe me when I say, Jim’s consistent failure to think before he acts is not a charming little thing - it’s a flaw, plain and simple. 

For all Jim’s kindness, for all his bravery and unfailing ability to think fast on his feet, he is impulsive as all hell.

Like when he, in his first meeting with Silver, throws out several thinly-veiled accusations - showing his cards, playing his whole hand right off the bat on the off chance that his opponent might show his, too. 

Unsurprisingly, of course, Silver does not rise to the bait - meaning Jim revealed everything to the man who will later become his enemy, in a sense losing the only advantage he really held, whereas Silver lost nothing and now has additional information to help him on his way. And all this could have been avoided had Jim just kept his mouth shut. 

And that time when he attempted to eavesdrop on a couple of the other hands cause he thought they were acting suspicious 

But it’s not long before they notice him and immediately shut up - meaning Jim has now given his suspicions away to four different people, four people whom he suspects. (Five, if you count Oxy and Moron as two.)

Or how about when they find that map we talked about earlier, and when he opens it up and realizes it leads to Treasure Planet, his first thought is to follow it? Like, this could be anything. A trap, a red herring, a fool’s errand, and Jim just throws himself headlong into it because look there’s a slim chance it could be treasure let’s go right now! 

I mean, there’s just no room for doubt: Jim is super impulsive, and that’s not a good quality to have. Sure, it gets shit done, but cautious people get shit done too, and they probably get it done better because they’re not making snap decisions every 2.5 seconds.

  • And Jim is selfish

Sure, we all love him. Well, some of you hate him, and some of you love to hate him, but the sentiment stands; we all love Jim, but you can’t love somebody for too long without noticing his flaws. And Jim has his flaws. 

And it’s especially obvious in scenes like this 

where we see that Jim was just out on a joyride while his mother visibly struggles to run the inn by herself. 

It’s obvious he uses that solar surfing hobby to escape, to distract him from his problems after a tough day, but this, in turn, suggests that he feels his problems at the moment are more important than Sarah’s, and so puts himself before his mother.

And he makes things harder on her than probably anyone else in her life, going out and getting in trouble all the time and bringing the police to her door 

Not only is this probably really bad for business, it’s also likely embarrassing and obviously upsetting for poor Sarah - yet Jim offers no apology, offers almost nothing beyond the words, “Mom, it’s no big deal!”  

And when they open the map and realize where it leads, Jim jumps on the chance to leave Sarah

Not just their lonely little planet, but Sarah, he wants to leave her. And though his intentions here are honorable (”We could rebuild the Benbow a hundred times over!” / “I’ll make you proud!”) it still fails to completely sugarcoat the fact that he left her there, lured away by the promise of adventure. 

Because Jim is selfish. 

  • He’s touchy, and defiant as all hell.

Sure, this is a flaw. Sure, it’s not a great quality to have. Sure, it holds him back more than anything, and it probably gets him in more trouble than it’s worth - but I still tip my hat to Disney for introducing this flaw at all. It has been proven in the past that children with absentee parents - particularly boys with neglectful fathers -  tend to become obstinate teens with no regard for authority, and I’m just so proud of them for doing their research on that one. 

Admittedly, however, this quality does cause him more trouble than it’s worth. I mean, he makes himself an enemy out of the scariest alien aboard in the first five minutes, all because he has to have the last word.

As a matter of fact, when I think about it, Jim has single-handedly gotten on the bad side of every one of these pirates on board this ship, with the obvious exception of Silver, and he does it all because he is just that feisty.

On the other hand, however, his pluck is the first thing Silver notices - and likes - about him. It’s obvious that while the pirate captain plans to work the spunk out of him, he can’t help but respect it, too.

Like, for instance, on Treasure Planet, when Jim refuses to allow Silver to leave without him 

there’s an instant where Silver looks like he’s about to argue 

and he could, he could just hold the captain, the doctor, or even BEN at gunpoint, and chances are, Jim would likely obey just to spare those he cares for. Despite the fact that Silver is clearly the one in power here, he gives into Jim’s demands - because, even if he doesn’t like it, Jim’s defiance is something he can respect. They may be enemies now, but Silver recognizes and respects that Jim makes a worthy enemy.

  • And let’s not forget that he’s stubborn.

Seriously, once he’s found something to fight for, he’ll fight for that, and he’ll get it, no matter what it takes, and there’s nobody in the world that can change his mind. If he gets it in his head that he wants to do something, if he gets it in his head that he should do something, he’ll do it, no matter what. 

And in some cases, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It means he has a strong sense of right and wrong and knows the difference between the two, and will do what he believes to be right, regardless of what other people say. He has a moral code, and a strong one, at that, and he rarely deviates from it. And this is actually a good thing when, say, there’s a treasure-hunting pirate captain attempting to bribe him into betraying the captain and the doctor and handing over the map. 

And, when this fails and Silver resorts to trying to frighten him into submission, the kid doesn’t even blink. He can’t be bought, and he sure as hell can’t be intimidated. 

Of course, this isn’t always a good quality to have; while it does make him more resistant to tactics such as temptation, it also makes him inflexible and, in some cases, extremely resistant to change, even when that change would be for the better. 

But that iron will has another advantage. 

  • It makes him hardworking.

Whether it’s as trivial as swabbing the deck, or as enormous as seeking out a legendary treasure trove, if Jim sees the point in a task - if he sees, for himself, why it’s worthy of his time - he will put his all into it, no questions asked. So though most would call him a delinquent, and while the robo-cops on Montressor outright tell him that he is a loser

Jim is actually extremely industrious and capable - he just doesn’t always show it. But it’s there, if you know how to look.

Like when Silver leaves him with this huge pile of dishes in the galley

and he just picks up his brush and keeps right on going 

and in fact, is so determined to finish up that damn stack that he ends up falling asleep in the galley, head resting on the pot in his hand

but the dishes around him are gleaming.

Or how about when he was failing at school at the beginning of the film, and by the end, he has graduated from the prestigious Interstellar Academy? 

Can you imagine how much work it must have taken to get himself into that Academy? I mean, how long did it take for him to pull those grades up, to convince others he was really serious about this, and can you imagine how much work it took to get through the Academy once he got there? But Jim got there anyway, and he did graduate, and he did do all that amazing stuff, and he did it because he works hard. 

Oh and remember

  • He was lost

Though by the end of the film Jim is high-spirited and confident, we know from the beginning that it wasn’t always so. His father’s absence left a hole in him, a hole he felt it was too big to fill - a hole that left him feeling worthless and rejected, it left him feeling angry and defeated, and it left him thinking he wasn’t good enough. It left him with a strong, deep-seated fear of abandonment, and more than that, it left him searching - searching and searching and never quite finding the missing piece he so desperately needed. 

Jim felt he had no future; Jim felt he wasn’t worth a future; Jim didn’t really know where he was going, and that’s the kind of relatability I’ve come to expect from Dreamworks. I don’t go into a Disney film expecting to find real characters, so this came as a pleasant surprise.

And something else I’ll probably never get over

  • Jim is sensitive 

So, this one actually sounds funny. I mean, I just said earlier how selfish Jim is, right? How he’s always putting himself before Sarah? Yeah. That whole argument still stands. It’s just that Jim isn’t all selfish, all the time. Can he be selfish? Yes. Extremely. Is he selfish? Sometimes. But he’s also, as mentioned before, a genuinely nice person. A person with honest empathy. His instances of self-absorption don’t cancel that out.

Now, while most define a sensitive person as “one who understands and feels for others” - and while Jim certainly does that, too - we’ve already tackled that. We’ve talked about Jim as a compassionate and thoughtful individual, and I’m not here to talk about it again, though I could.

No, there are drawbacks to feeling for others, and I’m here to talk about them.

I mean, Jim cares about other people - Jim feels deeply for people, deeply enough to welcome complete strangers into his house and offer lonely individuals a place at his side, Jim just feels for people even if he’s never experienced their hardships for himself. And if he can feel so strongly for strangers, if he can look upon a person he hardly knows and want to help ease their pain, if his heart squeezes upon seeing others’ suffering, how much do you think it hurts when he experiences his own? 

His father, for example. An indifferent, neglectful parent, the heartache they cause, it would sting even the most impervious - but for somebody as thin-skinned and tender-hearted as Jim, it absolutely devastates him. And when the man finally gives up on his family, leaving behind his wife and their eight-year-old, it just tears the kid apart.

As a matter of fact, it hurts Jim so deeply that it takes him seven years just to realize that it wasn’t his fault, or anyone’s; his father’s rejection caused him so much pain that he is well into his adolescence before he can even begin to accept that he’s gone.

But this isn’t just one instance; it’s not merely a festering childhood wound, no. Jim takes the slightest slip-up straight to heart - and upon believing he caused Mr. Arrow’s death, he spends what appears to be hours beating himself up for this perceived failure. 

And ultimately, he might have continued indefinitely had Silver not intervened and comforted him.

And of course, less than twenty-four hours later, Silver tells his bloodthirsty crew - and, unwittingly, an eavesdropping Jim - that his attentions were all for show, that he had to be nice to the kid to keep him from suspecting the crew of anything shady, he had to win the lad’s trust or risk his suspicion…and Jim really believes it, and, in fact, is so hurt, that he appears to take a moment to swallow back tears. 

Jim is just so easy to hurt. 

And to be honest, it’s great; it makes his empathy for others more believable - after all, if his own wounds have left such obvious marks, who’s to say another’s tribulations won’t win over his sensitive heart? 

And, hey, hey, don’t forget

  • He’s just a kid

I mean, he’s doing all this awesome shit, he’s building solar surfers

 and saving lives

and working his ass off and being super kind and impulsive and defiant and selfish and everything, he’s doing all this, and he’s only fifteen years old. Like. He’s fifteen. He’s not even an adult yet. He’s not even of legal age. He’s just casually amazing at fifteen, but what do you think he’ll be like in five years, ten years, twenty?

As Silver says, he really is going to rattle the stars.

Now let’s review before we go: 

  • Jim is kind.
  • Jim is smart.
  • Jim is brave.
  • Jim is impulsive
  • Jim is selfish
  • Jim is touchy and defiant as all hell.
  • Jim is stubborn
  • Jim is hardworking.
  • Jim was lost.
  • Jim is sensitive
  • Jim is just a kid

Just please, for the love of all that is good and holy, don’t ever forget Jim Hawkins.

After the foxes win the match against the ravens people start asking them for autographs. One time there was a fan who was crazy enough to ask Andrew to sign something for them. Everyone expected Andrew to ignore the fan and to just walk past them but he actually stopped and accepted the pen, he was offered, with the most indifferent face. He glared at the fan for few seconds and then just wrote “fuck off” on the poster, he was supposed to sign, before walking away as if nothing had happened.

Nemesis Mine

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7. Simon.

I’m terrified that I’m going to drop him.

Not that I’ve ever fucked up so colossally before while I’m on a mission, but… well, it’s Baz. I’ve got my arms wrapped around him as tightly as I can, so his whole body is pressed against mine, and it’s making my heart pound like crazy. I can barely keep my wings steady. I feel my tail wrapping itself around his leg (I just want him closer, closer, it’s never enough) and he snaps at me to get it off.

I feel myself turning red, not that he’ll be able to see under my mask. He seems uncomfortable, and I wish he’d wind his arms around my neck or at least grab onto my shoulders, but the look on his face tells me he can’t wait for this to be over.

‘You okay?’ I ask.

He makes a low growling sound in the back of his throat. ‘Fine.’

Something occurs to me. ‘Are you afraid of heights?’


‘I won’t drop you,’ I say. ‘I promise.’

‘I fucking know that,’ he growls. ‘Can you put me down? I’m not even injured. I can walk.’

It’s me, I want to scream at him. I’m Simon.

‘Do you go to Watford?’ I ask. We’re almost there, and it would just be inefficient to let him walk home. I’m desperate to drop him off and change back so I can talk to him.

‘I don’t see how it’s any of your business,’ he says, and his voice is icy cold. It sends shivers down my spine (and for once, not the good kind).

‘I’m taking you home,’ I say.

‘The hell you are,’ he says. ‘Just drop me here.’

We’re almost at the gates anyway. I sigh and float down to the ground, keeping my arms tight around him until we’re both steady on our feet. He stumbles away as soon as I let go.

I try not to take it personally. He’s just had a near-death experience and then gone flying. If he’s acting completely different to the Baz I know, it’s just because he’s shaken.

‘Be safe. I guess I’ll s…’ My sentence trails off as he stalks away without even a glance back. Without even a thank you.

I launch straight back into the air and fly home as quickly as I can. I have to take a detour to avoid being seen by Baz, but I want to make it back before he does. I don’t want him to ask where I’ve been. If everything goes to plan, I’ll be the one doing the interrogating tonight.


I’m back in normal form in our room, lounging on my bed with my phone, when the door swings open. The phone is just a distraction. I sit up and toss it on my pillow as soon as Baz walks in.

‘Hey Baz,’ I say. ‘Where have you been?’

He smirks. ‘Have you been sitting around waiting for me?’

I huff. ‘No. Obviously.’ I’ve been out saving your life, actually. ‘So? Where were you?’

He rolls his eyes. ‘I was visiting my family, I told you in the morning.’

‘Right yeah, you usually get home earlier, don’t you?’ I say, picking at the cover of my bed. I peek up at him, trying to read his expression without making it obvious.

‘I suppose,’ he says, walking over to sit on his bed. ‘I just got held up.’

‘Doing what?’

He frowns, and I know I’m sounding too interested, but I can’t help it. Why won’t he tell me about Snow? Even Agatha texted me last night to say that she’d met him.

‘What’s with all the questions?’ he asks.

I sigh. ‘Okay, fine, I just heard rumours that Snow dropped you off outside the gates.’ The blush creeps up my neck even as I’m saying it. Is this too risky? Do I want him to know? I’ve never even told Agatha, and I’ve known her since we were eleven.

‘Oh,’ he says. ‘I didn’t think anyone saw that.’ He folds his arms across his chest.

‘What did you think of – I mean – what was it like? Flying?’ I remember how strange he was acting while I was in superhero form, and wonder if he hated it. (I don’t want him to have hated it.) (I want him to like all of me.)

‘It was alright.’

I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t.

‘What happened?’ I prompt him. ‘Did he save your life?’

Baz looks more and more grumpy the longer I question him, and I’m starting to get scared. (He doesn’t like all of me.) (I can never tell him the truth.)

‘Yes,’ he says stiffly. ‘A car almost hit me.’

‘Oh. Are you okay? Did you talk to Snow? Does he actually have a devil’s tail?’ Why can’t I leave it alone?

‘I’m fine, Simon. I don’t want to talk about it.’

‘Right. Sorry.’ I stand up. ‘I’m just – I’ll just go get changed.’

‘Wait.’ He stands up too, uncrossing his arms. ‘I need to talk to you.’

There’s something in the way he says it and the way his grey eyes are searching mine, almost nervously, that catches my attention. Baz is a lot of things, but I’ve never seen him nervous.

‘Sure,’ I gulp, sitting back down. Baz moves across and sits next to me on my bed.

‘Maybe this isn’t the best time,’ he says, looking down at his hands, ‘but I swore I was going to tell you today.’

‘Okay.’ I shift closer so my knee bumps his. ‘Tell me.’

He looks up. His eyes are so dark and so focused on mine, and his hair is falling around his face, and it looks so soft, and he’s so perfect and I want to kiss him. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself. Because maybe I’m totally wrong about what he’s about to say.

‘Simon -’

He takes one of my hands in both of his and holds it tightly in the space between us. I stroke my thumb over his knuckles. (His skin) (his touch) (I need more.)

‘I know we’re roommates and I don’t want to make things weird between us –’

His voice is low, like it pains him to say it.

‘But I just – I like you so much. I want to be with you.’

I sigh. ‘Me too,’ I blurt. ‘I mean – I mean, I like you. So much. You have no idea. I just – it’s been – can I kiss you?’

He huffs a laugh. ‘Yes. Anytime.’

I lean in and tilt my head and kiss him, and every thought is chased from my mind except it’s so, so good, and I like him so, so much. I reach up and run my hand through his hair (I’ve wanted to do that for what feels like forever) and he drops my hand to wrap both arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

‘Seriously, Simon,’ he mumbles into my lips. ‘Anytime. You can kiss me whenever you want.’

So I do. I kiss him and I keep kissing him until my lips are sore, and the dorm around us has gone completely silent, and we’re both giddy from each other’s touch. I keep kissing him until we’re both so tired that we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

thefuzzyliz said: May we see a scenario with a bashful Shouto and an affectionate s/o? Thank you! 💕💕

YES, YOU MAY! Thank you for being my first request and follower! I enjoyed writing this scenario veryyy much and hope you like it!

I have a huge soft spot for the Sports Festival Arc because ahem… Todoroki Shouto, and I thought this would work well if it took place during the arc.

Warnings: Slight spoilers for the Sports Festival Arc.

After the results of the obstacle course race are revealed, Todoroki is the first of Class 1-A to leave the area. He’s out of breath, but he manages to make his way to the waiting room, and to his surprise you’re standing by the door, waiting with a smile. When he’s close enough you bring him into a hug, which Todoroki returns at once. “You were great out there!” you tell him. “Congratulations, Shouto!”

“I didn’t take first place.” he responds as he relaxes into the hug, placing his arms loosely around your waist. Since the hallways are clear, it isn’t likely anyone will stumble upon you two, and Todoroki’s thankful for that. He doesn’t want his classmates learning about you yet, not until after the sports festival is over at least.

You pull away to look at him and frown. “You placed second, second out of 42 participants with quirks that are moving on to the second event.” Now smiling gently, your eyes move to Todoroki’s left hand, and you reach for it, raising it, and Todoroki, having observed this, is about to ask why you are doing this until you kiss his hand in the way only a lover could.

Todoroki quickly stiffens, not because he doesn’t like it. Quite the opposite really, he just wasn’t expecting to have this happen to him today. His father’s attitude, Midoriya’s win, Bakugou’s short temper—he could handle them all, but your kiss has him flustered and feeling fortunate that no one else but you could do this to him.

When your focus is on him again you say, “No matter which side of you you use, Shouto, it can’t change that you got yourself to second place.”

It means everything to Todoroki to hear you say this, especially since you’re aware of his past. And if he wasn’t supposed to be walking back outside for the second event after this, he’d give you a hug of his own, so instead he just squeezes the hand, yours, that’s still holding his left. “I’m glad I met you.”

“Me too, Shouto.”

“One In The Same”

Request: Can I request a Bucky x reader? During a mission he finds her trapped in a hydra base and she’s too scared to leave with him because he’s the one that kidnapped her years ago when he was the soldier? He finally convinced her to leave with him and they have a deep talk about everything that’s happened and she learns to trust him

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 955

Warnings: angst, happy endingish, open ending i guess 

A/N: This is the last request I have. Please give me more! Let me know if you want to be on my taglist.

Originally posted by wintersthighs

Dark, cold, and wet. That’s how they left you. They had abandoned you. You were all alone with no food, water, and light. Your rusty chains kept digging into your skin. You had gotten used to the smell. This had been your home after all. Fifty years ago, you were taken. You should be dead already, but you still had to body of a twenty-five-year-old. They treated you the same way they treated the man who took you. The man with the metal arm.

He had escaped a little over two years ago, at least that’s what they told you. You were his first mission. It took twenty years to get him under control, but once he was, he took you from everything you ever knew. It’s not like you remember it now anyways. He brought you in and they torture you. They took your memories. They took your past. They took away who you were, all thanks to their soldier.

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metamayou  asked:

Hey , I Just wanted to ask you about something that still bothering me about T6T ( I Know , I Know !!!!) , it's the fact that Sherlock doesn't recognize Thatcher , ok , he could have deleted it but it was the Password in the hound of the baskervilles ( also written by Mark ), he know enough about her to use " maggie " , it got me really upset !!!!!!!

Hi Lovely!

John actually calls Sherlock out on this very thing in the script:

SHERLOCK: What is this?
DAVID: Oh, it’s a sort of shrine, I suppose, really.
(He stands up and walks over to the boys.)
DAVID: Bit of a fan of Mrs T. Big hero of mine when I was getting started.
SHERLOCK (smiling politely at him while he takes his magnifier from his pocket and clicks it open): Right, yes.
(He bends down to look more closely at the table, then frowns and straightens up again.)
DAVID: What?
SHERLOCK: Who-who is this? (He gestures to the table.)
DAVID: Are you serious?
JOHN (sternly): Sherlock.
DAVID: It’s … it’s Margaret Thatcher, the first female prime minister of this country.
(He has bent down to look at the table again but now straightens up.)
SHERLOCK: Prime minister?
DAVID (starting to sound a little tetchy): Mm. Leader of the government.
(He squats down again, then lifts his head.)
SHERLOCK (hopefully): Female?
JOHN: For God’s sake. You know perfectly well who she is.
(David walks away and John steps closer.)
JOHN: Why are you playing for time?
SHERLOCK: It’s the gap. (He focuses on the space between the items on the table.) Look at the gap. It’s wrong. Everything else is perfectly ordered, managed …
(David sits down next to Emma and looks across to Greg, who shrugs.)
SHERLOCK: This whole thing’s verging on OCD.


I think, honestly, this is a deliberate “fuck you” to Thatcherism from Mark (this is his episode, after all), possibly a cute callback to Sherlock not knowing who the Prime Minister is, and as a gay man himself, Sherlock I think is purposely being obtuse about Thatcher to piss off Welsboroughs – their son was coded as gay, and in turn, Charlie would have been afraid to come out to his ultra-conservative parents (Charlie was a kindred spirit of sorts). Though this is speculation, since Sherlock didn’t know Charlie. 

That’s my thoughts on that :)


A/N: I hope y’all are ready to feel some angst because I’ve finally finished my young Merle and Daryl Dixon fic! This fic takes place after Daryl was lost in the woods for nine days and his father didn’t even notice he was gone. After an argument with their father over this, Merle takes Daryl away with him to get away from their abusive father.

Word count: 4,471

Warnings: Language, mention of domestic abuse, mention of prostitution, sad brother angst feels

Without a word, Daryl Dixon shuffled through the rickety door of the trailer he lived in. It had been nine days since getting lost in the woods, and all he’d had were some berries he’d scrounged up. His hands, as well as a few other places, were uncomfortably itchy, as he’d accidentally used poison ivy leaves as toilet paper. He was starved, and the only thing on his mind was reaching the kitchen and walking past his father, who’d no doubt reprimand him for being gone for so long.

But that wasn’t what happened. Daryl’s father sat in his easy chair as he watched a wrestling match on TV. He barely glanced at Daryl when he came in. His father was more interested in the beer in his hand than his own missing son. It was better than being yelled at, Daryl supposed, and he walked into the kitchen to fix something to eat.

Without bothering to clean his hands of the muck caked on his palms, he grabbed the container of bologna and slapped a few pieces between slices of plain white bread. He was too hungry to add anything else. He just stood there in the kitchen, head down and swallowing his sandwich in big gulps like someone would take it away from him if he didn’t eat it fast enough.

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The Fake Boyfriend (Part 2)

Originally posted by soluscheese

Summary: Reader bumps into a stranger and her life gets flipped upside down…

Part 1

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,100ish

Warnings: language

A/N: You guys didn’t REALLY think I’d make you wait a whole month for the next part, did you? ;) Enjoy…

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Alpha/Alpha Verse (Wasn’t It Obvious?)

Note: So trying to bring the other paladins into the Alpha/Alpha verse more.  Figured I’d start with Lance, cest people have been wondering about him and he’s already made an appearance once.

I’m taking suggestions on how Pidge and Hunk should show up.

Heats and ruts came about three times a year.  Exactly when depended on the individual, who they spent time around, stress, and other environmental factors.  Considering that they were a tightly knit group fighting a war on a alien spaceship, Lance’s heat starting at the wrong time was really to be expected.

Still was annoying when Lance had started giving off the beginnings of heat scent in the middle of negotiations with alien royalty.  Keith had called for a break and hauled Lance back to their guest quarters.  They’d become something close to friends in the time they fought together, and friends didn’t allow friends to put off “I’m interested” hormones around strangers they weren’t actually interested in.

His original plan had been to leave Lance there to stew in his own misery and continue negotiations on his own.  They were the only two on the planet, and the Castle wasn’t scheduled to pick them up for two more days.  No point in just twiddling his thumbs or calling for an early pick up just because Lance was out.  He was second in command of Voltron, more than capable of doing the job on his own.

He’d reevaluated, when he’d stepped out of Lance’s assigned rooms to find one of the alpha princesses had followed them.  She hadn’t said anything particularly red flaggish, only inquired after the Blue Paladin’s health, but something had felt off.  He been forced to consider how few omegas he’d seen since arriving as anything but so-and-so’s mate.  He’d seen none in positions of power in their own right.  Maybe he was being paranoid, few in the galaxy would be foolish enough to attack a Paladin of Voltron no matter their sex, but he’d made an executive decision.

Keith had apologized to the princess, saying Lance was sicker than he’d first thought, and walked back in to grab the omega.  The Blue Paladin could nest in his lion, in space, with Red and him as guards, until the Castle came to pick them up.  Someone else could finish off the negotiations.

“Dude, I’m bored. Distract me.” Lance’s voice crackles over Red’s intercoms.  Keith is starting to wonder if he could have just put a pad lock on the guest quarters and called it secure enough.

“Distract yourself.” Keith says. He doesn’t do small talk.  He especially doesn’t do small talk with people too drugged up on their own hormones to reliably hold up their half of the conversation, “Turn off the coms and jack off or something.” He suggests.

“What!” Lance sounds scandalized at the mere thought, “Gross, no, other people use these things.”

“And?  Shiro and I do it.” Shiro and he had been putting the cock in cockpit since back in the Garrison days.  He wonders how Lance would react to knowing what they used to do in the sims he practiced in, “There’s no big manual saying sex shall not happen in the Lions.  Just wipe things down afterward.”

“Are you kidding, Blue would kill me if I did something like that.” Blue was by far the sweetest of all the lions, he highly doubted she’d kill Lance for any infraction, up to and including going full Zarkon.

“I really doubt she’ll care.  Red and Black don’t.” Well at least Red didn’t.  Shiro didn’t really share what Black thought during their encounters, “The worst you’ll probably get is some criticism on your technique.”

“Red has opinions on your sex life?” Lance asks, shock evident. Keith didn’t know why.  Red was sentient and had opinions on everything he did.

“Well yeah, she’s got some thing going, where she’s trying to get one up on Black.  She gets really really happy when I get Shiro on his knees.”  He also got really really happy when Shiro is on his knees, so it’s a win-win situation in his book.

Keith can hear Lance choking through the coms, “Dude! T.M.I. I am not going to be able to get those images out of my head for the rest of my heat.” Lance complains.

“You asked!” Keith says defensively, “Besides, you’re the one being weird and thinking about teammates during heats.”  It isn’t like Keith is unaware that he and his mate sometimes star in other people’s fantasies.  It’s just not something he wants to be reminded of.

“I’m going crazy with horniness, what did you expect when you over-shared?” Lance, as loathe as he was to admit it, has a point.  You can only barely hold folks responsible for what they do during their heats/ruts, much less what they think about, “You don’t even have any room to talk, you’d be doing the same if someone started talking about Hunk and I going at it while you were in rut.”

“I wouldn’t really think about it.  You two aren’t exactly my type.” It isn’t like he doesn’t notice omega pheromones.  They just don’t do anything for him. Not like when Shiro gets aroused and most of Keith’s higher brain functions come to a screeching halt.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lance says, offense obvious in his tone, “I’ll have you know I was quite the catch back in the Garrison.”

“I’m not saying anything.” Keith tries to reason, “You two just aren’t my type.  I don’t really go for omegas.”

There was a long moment of silence, “Wait are you gay?” Lance asked quietly.

“Yes?” Keith answers.  He thought his alpha exclusive orientation had been pretty obvious.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner!” Lance shouts, Keith has to turn down the volume to protect his ears, “You just let me run around flirting with you like an idiot.”

“You’ve been flirting with me?” Before Shiro had talked with him, Lance’s interest in his mate had been pretty obvious, but he’d never seen the omega making those sorts of eyes at him.

“Well not anymore, but back at Garrison.” Lance explains, “God, I thought something was wrong with me, the way you always just ignored my attempts.”

“You flirted with me back at the Garrison?” How had he missed this.  Lance flirting was about as subtle as a wrecking ball.  He has to think he would have noticed someone with pick up lines that lame back then.

“Well yeah, you had the cool mysterious loner vibe going.” Lance says like it’s obvious, but it’s news to Keith, “Would it have really killed you to tell a guy you don’t swing that way?”

“I didn’t realize people didn’t know?” Keith says uncertain.  What’s he supposed to do walk around with a badge saying ‘I’m gay’ on it?

“Wait, until Hunk gets here.  He’s going to be just as surprised as I am.”  Lance says with confidence.  Keith somehow has his doubts.

anonymous asked:

All the characters reacting to mc getting a miscarriage 😨 Ps. I really love how you portray the characters ❤️❤️

Author’s note: I broke my own heart. I played myself. You can call me Satan for this.


  • the doctor told you both to take a seat, and deep down, you just knew
  • Yoosung held your shaking hands in his sweaty ones like they always do when he gets nervous
  • And then he said it
  • “….Miscarriage…”
  • You think Yoosung was the first to cry
  • But you weren’t sure
  • All you knew is you felt numb
  • Yoosung tried to talk to you
  • To lie to you and tell you it was okay
  • and he did that when you left the doctors office
  • and throughout the week
  • he just kept trying to talk to you
  • But you couldn’t face him
  • You couldn’t look into those teary eyes
  • You couldn’t look at the dark circle, caused by a nightmare that became a reality
  • You couldn’t look at his skinny frame that had come from his lost will to eat
  • You couldn’t do it
  • Not as the woman who did this to him
  • Not as the woman who took away his baby


  • You two were actually sitting on the couch when the worst day of your life came to be
  • It was a commercial break when you stood up and noticed the blood
  • “Zen…  I’m bleeding.”
  • “What? From where?”
  • But your eyes said it all
  • He grabbed your coat and ushered you to the car
  • And sped all the way tot the hospital
  • “We need a doctor, please!”
  • But that’s not what Zen really meant
  • What he really needed was a miracle
  • But those things only happen in the movies he acts in
  • The doctor was quick to tell you, and even quicker to induce labor
  • The drive home was the worst
  • Zen tried to stifle his sobs
  • But he couldn’t help the tears rolling down his cheek
  • And you couldn’t stop shaking
  • And when you both got home
  • You stared at the blood stain on your shared couch
  • And you stared at it
  • And you stared
  • Until you fell to the floor and sobbed
  • The next day, Zen threw out the entire couch
  • Pillows and blankets in all
  • And you burned the clothes that you wore just yesterday
  • every night you fell asleep to mixed sounds of Zen’s cries and yours
  • And you had prepared to be awoken by crying in the night
  • You just expected it to come from your son, not your husband 


  • “I’m sorry ma’am, but you’ve had a miscarriage.”
  • You looked at Jaehee and she started to laugh
  • “That’s not a very funny joke, doctor.”
  • “I assure you, Mrs. Kang, it’s no joke. Your wife had a miscarriage.”
  • She stopped laughing and stared at the doctor
  • Her hands started to shake so you reached for them
  • “Jaeh-“
  • She pulled away
  • “NO! We did everything right! I did everything right! This has to be a mistake.”
  • The doctor looked between the two of you
  • “I’ll give you some time.”
  • “Or how about you give us an explanation?” Jaehee yelled as the doctor walked out of the door
  • She turned around, sat down, and closed her eyes
  • you felt tears streaming down your face
  • you hung your head low and curled yourself up into a ball
  • you couldn’t hold in the sobs
  • Jaehee looked up and her face softened
  • “Oh, MC… I can’t even imagine how this is for you…”
  • She stood up and walked over to you
  • You buried your  head further in your knees
  • “Hey… look at me.”
  • Jaehee tilted your chin up
  • “You don’t deserve this. You are too beautiful, and too kind for this to happen to you. I want you to know, I’ll be your rock in this journey. I’ll be strong for the both of us.”
  • She wiped away your tears
  • “Oh. And I love you. This doesn’t change that.”
  • You were so thankful to have someone like her


  • You had been crying all day
  • You knew how excited Jumin was to have a baby
  • And when you figured out it was going to be a little girl, he gave the biggest smile you had very seen
  • So when you felt a sharp pain in your stomach
  • You went to he doctor so quick you didn’t even have time to tell Jumin
  • And now here you are
  • Crying on the living room floor
  • Wondering how the hell you were going to tell Jumin
  • “MC?”
  • Shit
  • “What’s wrong?”
  • Shit
  • “I-I need you to sit down…”
  • “Let me help you off the floor first.”
  • He grabbed your hand and pulled you on the couch
  • When he sat next to you, you inched away from him
  • He frowned
  • “MC-“
  • “It’s the baby. I had a miscarriage.”
  • “What?”
  • You stood up and ran to the bedroom before you could see his face
  • You quickly locked the door behind you, knowing Jumin had got up only a half second after you did to chase you
  • “Open the door, MC.”
  • His voice was shaky, but you remained silent
  • P-Please open the door… I need to see you”
  • You covered your mouth to hold back a sob
  • Then you heard him lean against the door and slide down it
  • “MC please open the door, please.”
  • It was then that you heard a sound you had never even thought about hearing before
  • You heard Jumin Han sob
  • You couldn’t take it anymore
  • You opened the door
  • He fell slightly backwards before hoping up
  • “Jumin I’m-“
  • He hugged you so tight you almost fell over
  • “I’m sorry I killed-“
  • “You didn’t MC. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault”
  • He walked you two over to the bed and sat down              
  • You continued to apologize in between cries and Jumin just denied them every time, rocking you back and forth
  • The next week was hard
  • Jumin had to take off from work to make sure you were eating and sleeping
  • And when you slept, he would go out to his car and cry
  • He didn’t want to make you feel guiltier than you already did
  • But he didn’t know how to deal with this
  • He had always had everything given to him on a silver spoon


  • when you went to the doctor to get a sonogram, Seven was so excited
  • you two planned to keep the sex a secret
  • but then he saw the doctors face fall
  • “Excuse me, are you the father?”
  • “Yes.”
  • “Can we talk outside?”
  • Seven turned to you and smiled
  • “Sure.”
  • When the doctor told him , he felt sick
  • Correction, he was sick
  • He threw up into the nearest trashcan
  • he sobbed so hard he was starting to get a headache
  • It took him 20 minutes to calm down
  • He looked back into the room and saw you lying on the bed, not knowing what was to come
  • How the hell was he supposed to tell you?
  • He walked in and sat next to you
  • “Have you been crying?”
  • “…”
  • Seven, have you been crying?”
  • “…our daughter is dead.”
  • “…”
  • You looked at him, tears filling your eyes
  • “It was a girl?”
  • “A beautiful, baby girl.”
  • And that’s what broke you
  • He climbed on to your bed and held you as you cried
  • And soon, your sobs synced up with his
  • and even though you two held each other
  • you both felt completely alone
Blood of Passage: Part Fourteen

Elain heaved into the toilet bowl a second time before she sat back, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand before flushing. Her youngest, for now, Adara ran a cool rag over Elain’s forehead, “Feeling better Mama?”

She attempted a smile, “Just fine sweetie. A little ill.”

Adara pouted her lips, “I want it to be a boy. Can you make it be a boy?”

Lucien snorted in the doorway, “I don’t think it works like that, Sweetheart.”

“Papa!” Adara jumped up, “You’re back!”

Lucien knelt down, “Why don’t you go play with Fia? I’ll help Mama.”

“Okay,” Adara kissed his cheek before she skipped out of the room, her curls bouncing off her back.

Lucien helped her up, kissing her stomach before kissing her cheek. “How is the baby?”

“She’s just fine.”

“So it is a girl?”


He snorted, “Ash will be just delighted.”

“Has Lady Aurora gotten settled?”

“Dacia is helping her.”

“Not Ash?”

“Trust me, you don’t want Ash helping her right now.”


“Because then we’ll only have daughters.”


Aurora slid the last of her clothes into the closet before turning to Dacia.  The female leaned backwards on her bed, her golden hair spilling past her shoulders. “Are you going to the Blood Rite tomorrow?” Asked Aurora.

“Thinking about it. Why?” She leaned forward, a smile on her lips. “You want to see Blake?”

“No,” Aurora said.  “Just wondering what your plans were.”

“Lie,” said a bored voice. Ash.

“Go away, Ash. Were having some girltalk,” Dacia said.

Ash snorted, “Yes because pretending to not talk about Blake constitutes girltalk.”

Aurora crossed her arms, “Considering how much time you spend with your sisters, I’m guessing you would know. Tell me Ash, do you want to gossip with us and braid each other’s hair?” Ash gave her a lethal glare and she returned it with a hateful smirk, not that he could see it.

“Cauldron,” Dacia said lightly, “the next few weeks are going to be so interesting.” Dacia turned to her, “Why do you want to see Blake? Please tell me you don’t want to kill him. I don’t have the time to break in a new best friend.”

“Kill him, no.” She didn’t think she physically could. She hesitated, “But I do need to talk to him. It’s…important.”

“I’m not going to ask you what it’s about,” Dacia said. “It’s not my business unless it affects my Court.” She paused, “Does it affect my Court?”


She could see the uncertainty in Dacia’s features and in Ash’s. The lord’s attention was directly on her. His eyes narrowed as if reading every invisible tell her body gave. “That’s not quite true, is it Aurora. Not..a complete lie, but not the truth either.” He enunciated, “Why do you want to see Blake.” She pursed her lips, crossing her arms. The Lord’s face was stone; Dacia’s cheery face guarded, role the high lady. “You aren’t getting anywhere near my cousin until I know why you want to see him.”

“He left me a letter and I want confront him about it.”

“What was in the letter?”

“That is my business.”

Ash started to her but stopped at Dacia’s voice. “Aurora, we’re trying to meet you halfway here, but Blake is our family, we can’t just let you see him when the last time you saw him you almost killed him.” But she didn’t try to kill him the last time she saw him. But she supposed if neither Dacia or Ash knew, then that knowledge was restricted to her and Blake.

“I couldn’t kill him if I wanted to.”

Dacia snorted, “I’ve seen you fight, Aurora. You may get yourself killed in the process, but you could kill him.” Dacia gave her an appreciative look-over.“You could definitely get him in the bedroom, though.” Aurora rose a brow; Ash choked on a laugh. 

“No,” Ash smirked. “She couldn’t kill him. After all, you can’t exactly hurt your mate.”


The final horn blared through the mountain hours ago. Last day, it was the last day and Bay could finally get the fuck out of this mountain. He was filthy, hungry and desperately wanted to sleep in his bed; preferably without any nightmares.

His eyes slid to Nate, memories of sleeping side by side, without waking in a cold sweat, rose in his mind. Nate looked back at him, his eyebrows raised. “Yes?”

His ears heated. “Nothing.”

Nates lips curled into a smile, “Whatever you say, Baylor.” Bay rolled his eyes.

Ahead of him, Adrien groaned, his head hung limply, arms around Zev and Blake’s shoulders. It would seem the numbing high of Tarus’s blood was starting to wear off, reducing Adrien to the undiluted pain of shredded wings. At least, Bay supposed, he could still walk. Despite how much pain it would be to do so.

His illness started to shift in his veins. Apathy weighed down like a stone in the pit of his stomach. Who would have thought that emptiness could have weighed so much. Bay hated when he got like this.

Healers had told both Nesta and Cassian he would have bouts of deep sadness, apathy, and worthless or bouts of euphoria, reckless activity, and racing thoughts his whole life and Bay recoiled at that thought. He knew some humans had similar emotions and few ended their lives to escape but he was fae. And he would live forever. Thoughts of closing his eyes and escaping as the humans did would be entertained in his mind but at the end of the day, the thought of disappointing his mother or Cassian and Nesta stopped him. So he would pour himself into a book and escape that way.

“Hang on, Adrien,” Blake said. “Were almost out of here. Three hours at most.”

“What about Tarus’s blood?” Maze said. “Could you give him more?”

Tarus turned around, his golden eyes were assessing Adrien’s wings. He tilted Adrien’s chin up, looking at his eyes. The male’s mouth tightened, “No, I can’t.”

“Why?” Bay said flatly. “You gave it to him before.”

“Once is safe,” Tarus turned his eyes to him. “But there are…addicting properties to my blood. If I were just from the Dawn Court and didn’t have mixed blood, he could take more but I’m half and have diluted blood that can heal but also cause mind altering behavior that can leave a person an addict.”

“How can you possibly know that,” Bay said. Nate frowned at him but he didn’t care.

Tarus motioned to the scars on his neck and the ones wrapped around his arms, “Experience.” Zev’s eyes darkened and Maze went pale.

“Sorry,” Bay said.

Tarus shrugged, “It was a long time ago.” Bay highly doubted that. He could smell the lie coming off him and if he wasn’t so apathetic, he would demand named of the male who made those scars. But it was hard to make himself care.

“So what do you suggest we do?” Maze asked Tarus.

“I suggest we get out of here as fast as we can,” Tarus said. “When we do get out of here, we put fresh binds on those wings and give Adrien plenty of rest and exercises to keep his wings healthy.”

“And the pain?” Bay asked.

Tarus shrugged helplessly, “I hear alcohol has a way of reducing pain.”

Bay rose an eyebrow, “You want to trade one mind numbing addiction for another?”

“I don’t know what else to say.”

“Whatever. Let’s just get out of here,” Bay said. “I’ll scout ahead.”


Nate debated walking with Baylor but when the male was like this, it was better to give him space. He pitied any male who would try to kill him between now and the exit. A feeling Baylor was lethal but a detached one was almost as bad as Cyrian. Almost.

The other males, save for Adrien, looked to him. “What?”

Blake rose his brow, “Is there a particular reason Bay is being a dick?”

Nate glared at him, “Why would I know?” Only Cassian and Nesta knew about Baylor’s illness. As did Rhys, Feyre and his father, for security purposes. He did as well, Baylor had told him about it once, during a manic episode, and Nate had spent time with a couple of healers learning about it. Chemical imbalance that can cause dramatic mood swings, they said. He didn’t realize fae could have some of the same illnesses as humans. There were few, almost unheard of, but they were there.

“‘Why would I know?’” Blake echoed. “Maybe because you know everything about him?”

He ignored his brother and looked to Adrien, “Can you make it?”

His brother took a labored breath, “Do I have a choice?”

“No,” Maze said. “Don’t worry Ade. We’ll get you out of here and get you some help.”

Adrien’s body convulsed with a painful laughter. “Goodie.”


Pain rocketed through his body and his wings with each breath and each step. He was glad to have Zevakyn and Blake help him walk. As much as he hated it, he needed it.

Bay was ahead of them as they continued through the mountain, albeit at a slower pace, due to his pain, but they progressed. He was usually good at picking up emotions with his shadows and he wasn’t sure if it was the near blackout pain or if it was real, but he picked up a distinct lack of them from Bay. Unless apathy counted. Not many shadowsingers can read emotion through shadows but he could, as could his father. He didn’t think Nate or Blake did.

Right now, he didn’t care. It was an effort to keep air in his lungs and his wings off the ground. Adrien kept his eyes open and his feet moving, the only solace being the lilac and rain scent that was his Maze.


It wasn’t a good plan to let Bay go off on his own but Blake saw the blank look from the male. Instinct said it would be a mistake to force him to stay, so he let him go. As they advanced behind Bay, Blake kept Adrien’s arm around his shoulder, his own arm, against the lower part of his brother’s back, edging him forward.

Tarus still led them, his voice was a whisper, “Is he always like that?”

“I assume by ‘he’ you mean Bay,” Blake said. “I wouldn’t take it personally. He gets like that sometimes.”

“There was a story about a female from the camp I was originally from, she was like him,” Zev said slowly. “What is Bay’s mother’s name?”

Blake shrugged, “I don’t know. Bay won’t talk about her.”

Nate almost flinched in the corner of his eye, Blake turned his head to his brother, “Something you would like to share with the group, Nathaniel?”

“Nope,” Nate said cheerfully.

Blake opened his mouth to demand answers but Adrien said, “We got company.”


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Two Worlds Part Three: John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton’s Sister

In collaboration with: @desperatepenguin722

Word Count: 1864

A/N: Here’s the third part! Starting to get a glimpse of that second world…

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

The next morning, Alex got up before and started to make breakfast. You were sleeping soundly until Alex purposefully banged a pan against the counter to wake you up. When your eyes shot open, he acted like it was a mistake.

“Alex, I have a headache,” you groaned, shoving your face into your pillow.

Alex smiled and motioned to the table where a plate, a bottle of Gatorade, and ibuprophen were set out. “Good morning sunshine,” he smiled. The scowl disappeared on your face when you saw the omlettes that he was putting onto plates. You sat up and looked at him curiously.

“You’re the best and you’re being weirdly nice,” you said, walking over to take the pills and drink the Gatorade.

“I have no idea what you mean,” he said innocently. You raised an eyebrow, but he went on with what he was doing, not paying any attention to you. He put the omlettes on the table but then, his phone buzzed and he checked it and rushed out the door. “Gotta go! Enjoy breakfast!”

“Wait, don’t leave me alone!” You called out, but he didn’t listen. You sighed. “And, I’m alone.”

Without any warning whatsoever, John walked in from the bathroom. “Hey, morning.” He sat down at the table like it was nothing. Your mouth hung open slightly as you watched him, the events from the night before rushing back into your memory.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, dumbstruck.

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Worth 6

On the next day, around 4 pm there was a knock on the door and Tyler came in to check on you. The two of you just stayed there talking and hanging out. He brought you something to eat and a juice as he was sure you didn’t have anything at home besides breakfast stuff. He didn’t know Eric was taking care of it.

Sitting at the couch you were eating and chatting with your feet up.

“How are things with you and Eric ?” Tyler asked.

 “Ok, I think, you know Eric, it’s hard to tell what he’s feeling or thinking.” You confided.

 It was weird for you to realize that your best friend, your confidant, was a guy and not a girl, but with your retrospect of female friends, it was more than obvious.

 “Y/N, I’m sorry for reacting like that, I didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just that I care a lot about you and I don’t want to see you get hurt. I’ve known Eric since our initiation three years ago, I never saw him compromise, I’ve seen him with a lot of girls and he usually stays with them until he gets bored. Again, you might be the right person to finally make him settle down but, it’s not quite likely,” your friend alerted you.

 “I know Ty, that’s exactly what I’m afraid of, but what I am supposed to do? I like him, I really do and I want to give it a try,” you stated.

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DIY - Fencing

A series of oneshots involving Owen and Amelia redecorating their house. Set 12x23 onwards. Find the other in my masterpost.

Inspired by a particularly sunny weekend the UK is having…

WARNING: smut. Happy Smut Sunday everybody!

“Can you hold this here, and then that there please?” he asked of Amelia as he tried to work out which piece of wood went in the various holes on offer.

“But it’s so hot Owen,” she moaned. “Can’t we just sunbathe and do this another day?”

“Well… it might be hot another day and then we’d forever be putting off the fence, wouldn’t we?”

“It’s not like we need the fence up immediately. I’d rather you sort out the shelves in the study before this to be honest,” she pointed out.

“OK, let’s go inside then,” he tested her.

“No, I want to be outside- it’s too sunny to be indoors,” she insisted.

“I tell you what, if you help me get the fence done, we’ll talk about getting a dog,” he bargained.

“Ooooh ok!” she said, clapping her hands like an excited child.

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im redrawing some of my old ocs from 2015 and this is arvid and he really needed a design revamp. this is one of his old designs (the bird one)

although this is the summer version. also im gonna revamp the other guy too. i really dont unerstand his design because he is supposed to be a walking corpse thats infested with flowers but his design really didnt reflect this? (a later design had a flower for an eye but that was really it) so i think that maybe i should make a more dead looking version of him