My thoughts on 13 Reasons Why Characters (Contains Spoilers)
Hannah Baker: I hate everything that happened to Hannah.Those terrible scenes just grabbed my heart and crumbled it into dust. She went through so much and felt like she had no one to talk to. Majority of her friends just betrayed her except for Clay Jenkins. The only thing about Hannah that I found messed up about her was that she pushed away the one person that actually wanted to be there for her.
Clay Jensen: I felt bad for him, having to hear about the awful things done to the person he loved and watching him struggle to try and get justice for her. I just wished he was able to overcome the fear he had when talking to Hannah and told her how he really felt. There was that moment where he was a dick to her when she tried to talk about the car accident and he completely shut her down.
Tony: Ever since the beginning i got this mysterious vibe off Tony and i didn’t really like it but i realized it was all for Hannah and honoring what she wanted, I’m really glad he decided to show Ms. Baker the tapes even though I was dying for him to tell her sooner.
Jeff Atkins: OMG WHY?!? JUSTICE FOR JEFF TOO! He had absolutely nothing to do with the tapes and all he wanted was Clay to be happy and to be with Hannah. He was such a sweet guy who definitely didn’t need to go.
Jessica Davis: I loved her, then i hated her, and then I felt really bad for her and like Hannah I hope Jessica gets the justice she deserves. I really liked her at the beginning, she was such a cool person and her and Hannah were so so similar. They had that friendship, where you can consider each other sisters. But then I hated how she automatically blamed Hannah instead of Alex for the list that he made and then blamed her for end of their break-up. She didn’t even try to listen to Hannah. And I hated that she didn’t want to see justice for a girl who was once her friend. But then it all started to make sense and it was because she was fed a soup full of lies by her boyfriend.
Justin Foley: I feel like Justin Foley actually does have a good heart but he just didn’t make the right decisions. I loved how much he cared about Jessica but what he did to her was completely awful. But, it killed me when he called out to his mom after her boyfriend just choked her son and she just walked away. And what really also got to me was when he told Jessica about almost jumping and said he couldn’t because he was thinking about her almost made me forget about what he did but then Jessica told him off, and I remembered the pain he helped cause her. It’s clear that what he did was eating him up inside (as it should) and now he just has to live with that
Bryce aka dickshit: FUCK HIM. HOPE HE CREMATES IN HELL. If you watched the show, i’m pretty sure this is all I need to say about that disgusting animal.
Courtney Crimsen: Hate her. Hated her. And still hate her. I understand she didn’t want people knowing she was lesbian but that was no reason to throw Hannah under the bus. Coming out is hard, especially when you go to school with a bunch of judgmental, immature idiots but that’s still not a justification for what she did. And then i absolutely hated her when she tried to stand up and protect Bryce like he wasn’t a rapist who raped not only Hannah but Jessica too. I get she was lying to herself about him not be a rapist so she wouldn’t have to consider herself a lesbian but she just needed to finally admit the truth to herself.
Sheri: I liked her and….. i don’t hate her. She should’ve called the cops but I understand her reasons her hitting and running a stop sign. She was scared. But she should’ve never left an slightly intoxicated Hannah there after she offered her a ride. But i do feel like Sherri has her heart in the right place by hanging around the old man who got in the accident and by finally going to the police.
Alex Standall: I hated him for making the list and letting Jessica be mad at Hannah for it. But he was the only one who actually had a brain in the ‘lets take Clay down so the world won’t know about all the horrible things we’ve done” group. He was the first one to actually wanted to tell the truth and accept the punishments. He was also a sweet character and I really hope he isn’t dead.
Zach: I thought he was sweet too. But i didn’t like how he didn’t speak up for Hannah and actually take into consideration that she needed help, but i can’t really blame him for the fact that he was scared and it’s hard to know that there’s something wrong with someone and actually being able to help them. Knowing that there’s something really dark about a person and just freezing up with fear and not knowing what to do. And what people do in situations like this is they take the easy way out and just ignore it and act like it never happened. But i truly think he actually liked Hannah.
Tyler: Fucking creep. Seriously he should have his camera shattered into a million and one pieces. And i know this is just a theory but i just wanna put this out there and most of you are probably thinking this too but i’m pretty sure Tyler shot Alex. He had all those guns and he took down Alex’s picture. It makes sense. Anyways, i don’t understand why he was trying so hard to try and get into the ‘lets take Clay down so the world won’t know about all the horrible things we’ve done” group. I think he’s a psychopath and that side of him will unravel in season two of this show.
Marcus Cole: I thought he was actually a nice guy when he asked Hannah to go out with him and then once he came and hour late and sexually assaulted Hannah that’s when I hated him. He cared wayy to much about his reputation.
Ryan: self-centered douche bag. The only moment i’ll applaud him is when he shut Courtney down when she tried to deny Bryce was a rapist. I saw his point on having her poem open to the world and about her struggles reaching out and connecting to other people’s problem but it was personal and he should’ve asked for permission.
Mr. Porter: What’s the point of having a guidance counselor if they’re not going to help guide you out of your problems?? I’m happy he felt bad for not being able to stop what Hannah did to herself. Out of all these people, he was the only one that actually gets paid to help people out of their problems
Hey guys! Here’s another oneshot for you. I wrote this when I was really mad one day and it actually made me feel a whole lot better! Lesson learned, when upset write some Bucky fluff. I hope you guys enjoy, I really like this one. Happy Saturday!
Warnings: angry reader that turns into crazy fluff
Note: The reader has powers similar to Wanda’s, kind of a telekenesis that you’re still learning to use.
Steve, Bucky and Sam were in the corner of the gym, filling their water bottles, their foreheads dripping with sweat and their tinted cheeks warm from their workout. Their chests were still rising and falling more rapidly than usual as they joked with each other and set up plans for later that night.
The endorphins running through their systems had them on cloud nine. You, however, felt the opposite.
You hadn’t even bothered to change your clothes before blasting into the gym and hoofing it over to the punching bags that were hanging from the ceiling, waiting for you to take everything out on them.
But Steve got in your way.
“Hey, (Y/N), what-”
“I’ll fix it Steve!” you snapped, making him back off.
He crawled back over to the corner and took his water bottle from Bucky who had been holding it for him. You didn’t miss Bucky’s wide, slightly fearful eyes.
You pulled your sweatshirt over your head and threw it on the floor, your agitated powers making slide further away than you planned. Left in your leggings and thin tank top, you started throwing punches into the bag in front of you, making it sway back and forth. Even it was afraid of you today.
“She did that? Tony’s pissed about that.” Sam whispered.
“Her powers are linked to her emotions. She’s… having a rough day.” Steve tried to defend you.
“Seems like more than just a rough day. Did you see what she did to that-” Steve stuck out his hand to quiet him, but you had heard Sam’s mumbling.
“You’re next if you don’t shut up, Sam.”
Sam didn’t dare stick around to see if you’d keep your word. But Steve couldn’t leave you like this.
“Hey, why don’t you tell me what’s going on, try to calm down.”
“This is calming me down,” you sneered with a hard punch.
Bucky’s eyes were snapping from you to Steve like he was watching a ping pong match.
“Come on, (Y/N),” Steve continued.
“I’m fine, leave me alone.”
“At least wrap your hands.”
“I don’t need it, Steve.”
“Yes you do, here.”
“I don’t need it!” You wailed and sent the punch bag across the room, ripping it off its hook with your powers.
Steve stared at the bag in complete astonishment. He’d never seen you use your powers for anything destructive, and he had definitely never seen you yell at anyone. Exasperated, he finally gave up. He stalked out of the room with his hands surrendered in the air with a sharp “Fine.”
You moved to another bag a few feet away and started hitting into it, ignoring the sting on your knuckles from the harsh fabric. You were so engrossed in your abuse, you didn’t notice Bucky quietly standing next to you. After a particularly hard hit, you returned your wrists to your home position in front of your face. You jumped in surprise when he grabbed your right forearm and started folding the black, cotton wrap around your hands.
“By the time you’re done, your knuckles will be raw,” he mumbled.
Within seconds, he was done and walking out of the gym. A pang of guilt ravaged your gut, you had never snapped at the guys before. You decided to ignore your sinking stomach and continue taking your anger out on the bag, you would apologize later.
You carried on until you could hardly lift your arms, thankful for the wrap around your knuckles. You couldn’t imagine what your hands would look like if Bucky hadn’t helped you.
The thought made you smile. You and Bucky weren’t very close, but you still work together, counted on each other out in the field. Though you would never say it out loud, you knew he could read you like a book. The one thing you and him had in common was your stubborn attitude, and he knew how to handle you like no one else on the team did.
Your rambling brain stopped as soon as you jumped in the shower. The hot water soothed your muscles and ran down your skin, leaving streaks in its path. You concentrated on the steam rising in the shower stall and fogging up the glass instead of replaying your awful day in your mind, which you had a habit of doing.
You stood under the water until it ran cold, and only then did you shut it off and change into your favorite pair of pajamas. They were soft and cozy, the shirt was light and the pants long enough to cover your toes.
As you were running a comb through your tangled, damp hair, your stomach rumbled, begging for some kind of dinner. You sighed, knowing that the guys would be downstairs and this was your chance to apologize for being so rude and downright mean to them in the gym.
The elevator led you to the kitchen and before the doors even opened you smelled the scent of delicious pizza. Your mouth began to water and your tummy growled in anticipation.
You walked into the room and received a loud greeting from the guys who were sprawled out on the couches in front of the television.
“Hey! There she is!”
“We have pizza!”
“And movies. All the ones you like.”
Sam’s body was taking up the entire couch, his feet hanging off the arm rest and his arms held high in the air. Bucky was sitting in the lounge chair next to him, grinning brightly at you, and Steve got up from the chair across the way and started walking over to you.
“What? What is this?” you couldn’t hide your excitement or your astonishment.
“We’re having a movie night. Only if you want to though.” Steve slung his arm around you and walked you over to the kitchen counter holding boxes of your favorite pizza.
“We wanted to apologize for being up your butt today at the gym. We just hate seeing our little ray of sunshine upset.” He mussed your damp hair and you scoffed at his teasing.
Steve, not knowing his own strength, pulled you into a one arm hug that resulted in your head being pushed into his arm pit. As you pushed him away, you felt the sting in your arms from your workout earlier. When your giggles ceased, you became much more serious.
“I’m the one who needs to apologize. I was downright mean today and-”
“(Y/N), shut up and eat your pizza!” Sam yelled from the couch, interrupting you.
Steve handed you a plate from the cupboard. You took it with a smile and sighed. “Okay, okay.”
You caught Steve before he made to return to his spot in front of the television. “Steve, uh, thanks,” you said quietly. A movie night was just what you needed.
“Oh, it wasn’t me. This was Bucky’s idea,” he said to you and then turned away and plopped down on the couch, leaving you with a gaping jaw. You caught your pizza slice before it fell on the floor and took a bite, your eyes still wide in surprise.
While Sam was starting up your favorite movie you inhaled your first piece of pizza and hurried to grab another and make it to the couch before the credits started. The familiar music made your heart swell, as did being surrounded by your friends. They were pretty special, you decided.
As the movie went on and the warmth from the pizza fizzed away, you began to feel the chill that was almost always in the tower. You regretted only wearing a thin t-shirt when you felt how cold your skin was.
Luckily, hanging on the arm rest next to you was a familiar looking dark green hoodie. “Hey, Steve, do you mind if I throw this on?” you whispered, earning a scowl from Sam who always hated when someone interrupted his Disney movies.
“Not mine,” he mouthed. Then he pointed to Bucky, telling you it was his.
Your head snapped to the right to find Bucky already looking at you. You weren’t sure how he would feel about you borrowing his clothes, so you stood up and whispered, “I’ll just go get one of mine, be right ba-”
“No, no, just wear mine. It’s okay.” Bucky stuck his hand out to stop you from going anywhere. He grinned and nodded again to tell you he was sure.
You smiled in thanks and plopped down on the couch again, slipping your arms into the over sized sleeves and plunging your head through the hood. You wanted to stay inside, it smelled so good. It didn’t smell like cologne or anything you were familiar with. It just smelled like Bucky, not that you noticed he had a distinct smell before you buried yourself in his sweatshirt. But now that you did, you never wanted to smell anything else. You could even go without the smell of delicious pizza if you could always have the scent of old timey soap and after shave ghosting through your senses.
However, you tried to be a normal human and when you emerged from the hoodie, you pulled your hair out of the neck and snuggled into the extra fabric that was wrapped around you. You hoped Bucky didn’t noticed how you pulled the sleeves over your hands and brought them up to your face so every inhale was laced with his scent.
Two movies later, the gang admitted their sleepiness. Sam turned off the TV and you offered to put the pizza away and clean up the kitchen. It was the least you could do, this whole shindig was for you, after all.
You started putting leftover pizza into plastic baggies as you said goodnight to the guys. Sam ruffled your hair and Steve smoothed your locks back down and kissed your forehead before they both headed upstairs.
You piled the empty boxes on the counter and turned to shut the light off before you finished wiping off the counter. When you turned back, the boxes were gone and Bucky was standing there, sponge in hand. His dark figure made you jump out of your skin and squeal softly.
“Jeez, Buck, you startled me. I didn’t know you were still down here,” you said with a hand covering your thundering chest.
“Well, I couldn’t just let you clean all this up by yourself,” he said softly, rinsing off the dirty sponge and setting it on the side of the sink.
It was quiet for a moment, the only sound in the room was the buzz of the refrigerator. Your nervous habit of tucking your hair behind your ear struck again, but it made you notice the thick green material covering your fingers.
“Oh, here, thanks for this,” you said as you started taking off his sweatshirt.
“No, it’s okay, keep it for now, it’s chilly in here. You can give it to me tomorrow,” he rambled.
“Okay. It is really warm, I might just steal it.” You winked.
“It looks good on ya, brings out your pretty eyes.” His surge of confidence quickly melted away as he cleared his throat and continued to babble. “Uh, it’s from the army. That’s why it’s so warm, they don’t make stuff like that anymore.”
You giggled and then hummed in agreement. You looked down at your hands and wrung them together, the sting from the punching bag reminding you about the guilt you still felt from this morning.
“I’m sorry I was such a jerk today. Um, thanks for…” you lifted your sleeve covered hand, “helping me.”
“Hey, we all have our days,” he said, taking your raised hand in his and rolling up the sleeve, showing your red knuckles. His brow furrowed in concern as he gently ran his fingers over the red marks. He shook his head and breathed a laugh out his nose. “You’re stubborn as all hell, ya know that?”
Your eyes lifted from your hands to his smirk. “I’ve been told once or twice.”
He chuckled softly and you thought of what you could say to make him laugh again. It was a wonderful sound.
He covered your hand with the sleeve and returned it to your side. “Better lay off the punching bags for a few days.”
“Yes, Sergeant.” You said. He chuckled again and the sound made your chest swell.
You knew the conversation was over, but you didn’t want to leave him just yet. You leaned against the kitchen counter and played with your hair once again trying to find the right words to say.
“Steve told me this was your idea,” you said, implying the movie night.
“Punk,” he interjected, making you giggle.
“Thanks.” You said simply.
“Ya know, Steve calls you our ‘ray of sunshine,’” he mocked. “But it’s true. We just hate to see you upset. I hate to see you upset.” He admitted quietly.
What came out of his mouth was not what you expected. You didn’t know what to say. So you rose to your toes, placed a hand on his chest and kissed him quickly on the cheek before saying “Goodnight, Bucky,” and turning away.
You took two steps and you were about to enter the hallway when a hand wrapped around your wrist, turned you around, and pulled you into Bucky’s strong body. His lips quickly latched onto yours in a gentle kiss.
His hands cupped both sides of your face while yours settled on his waist. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and wrapped your arms around him and tugged on the back of his shirt. His fingers pushed through your hair and held your locks at the back of your head.
If you thought his scent was sweet when you pulled on his sweatshirt, now it was overwhelming. He swam around you and you happily drowned, never wanting to come up for air because it would mean being away from him.
His tongue begged for entrance and you eagerly allowed it, humming happily as it danced with yours and allowed you to taste even more of him. Your brain convinced you if you didn’t touch every inch of him, you’d combust, so you complied. Your fingertips came around from his back and up his chest, pushing his to land on your hips. As your hands wrapped around his neck and tangled in the hair there, his lifted the sweatshirt just enough for his fingertips to land on your skin and leave flames behind.
It felt like years passed, but you wouldn’t mind spending your entire life in his position. Everything he did was so gentle, you’d never felt anything like it. It was addicting. Now that you had a taste of him, you never wanted to let go, and from the way his body was glued to yours, you knew he felt the same way.
You finally pulled away but only far enough to grab a breath. He rested his forehead on yours and held you tightly around your waist.
“If I knew you were going to kiss me back like that I would have done it ages ago.”
You breathed out a laugh and pulled back and looked into his clear blue eyes. Even in the dark they sparkled.
“Well, now you know,” you laughed, running your hand through his hair and trying to memorize the way the his lips curled into that bright toothy smile. You’d never seen him smile like that.
hahah it’s been exactly one year since I (quite reluctantly) created this blog, but I am so so happy I did!! I am having so much fun talking to you guys and sharing my very personal hobby with you, and I hope I’ll be able to keep this all up for another year, or maybe even more! My daily life has changed a lot since I joined the Tumblr fandom, I’ve learned so much and grown so much and made so many friends :3 Everyone is so lovely and supportive here, and it’s always nice to feel like you belong. So thanks for making me feel this way <3
And thank you for liking, reblogging, commenting, tagging, writing to me–I see and read everything, and every kind or cheerful word means the world to me. Thank you guys so so so much <333 It’s been an incredible year!!
Summary: Inspired by the one time me and some friends went to McDonald’s at 5 a.m. The reader, craving junk food, drags a sleepy Lin out of bed, way too early in the morning. The breakfast menu isn’t up yet. Chaos and shenanigans ensue.
Word counter: 4,474
Warnings: None, just a really sleepy and grumpy Lin.
Authors Notes: @sunshinemiranda - i cannot believe i got to the chance to collab with ren again??? you guys, this honestly all stemmed from this really cute story she told me and then me (being pushy and annoying as per usual) needed to get in and then this came into being!! we got so attached, we made headcanons for this, unbelievable. i still want to make a prequel. enjoy.
@alexanderhamllton - i got to collab with my girl again, can you guys BELIEVE??? I am so happy with how this turned out, we made a whole lot of headcanons (hence the mixtapes) and we really hope you guys like it! If you want more from this universe PLEASE let us know, because we would love to wirte that!
Lin wasn’t expecting his phone to ring at 5 in the morning. He wasn’t expecting anything but a solid sleep that he desperately needed after too many late nights full of work. Funny thing was, life had a screwed up talent at ruining expectations.
His phone lit up in the dark, vibrating against the wooden bedside table with a vicious energy. With a groan, he stabbed a button blindly and brought it to his ear without even bothering to emit a greeting. It was too early for that.
“Lin. Listen, it’s 5 am. You wanna go to McDonald’s with me?”
Summary: (Previously posted under @suganeedsanap) When you fell in love with Kim Taehyung, it was as sweet as cake and bitter as beer. He made your heart swell, but others disapproved. Those days are over, but memories still linger. Maybe this bachelorette party will help ease your mind. Besides, You’ll be Ms. Jimin Park. But why aren’t you happy?
Warnings: Alcohol Use
Word count: 4,024
Written by: Smutty Jaefairy
A/N: This is a story I’m moving from my main blog to here. I’m having a hard time finding worth in my work so this is an exercise of me looking at my past work and appreciating my writing. I hope you guys enjoy this story. This is one of my babies.
Good afternoon! Before the semester starts I wanted to make sure that I will be more organized than before, so I decided to make some printables for myself. A lot of you guys asked me to share the files on tumblr so that you can use them too. I have made the monthly overview for 2017;
Disclaimer: these printable are all made by me (credits to the font makers though). Feel free to use them for personal use, however if you upload them I’d be very happy if you credit/tag me. :D Please reblog if you’re going to use it c: Please don’t redistribute without asking for permission. I hope you guys like it 💕
so when i was a baby Trans™ (a clueless and pure child who wasnt even out to herself) i would actively seek out media thar validated those feelings, but that was in short supply so i would read stuff like ranma1/2 (not to bash ranma1/2 but its hardly good trans rep) or those one-of episodes in cartoons where the guy lead protagonist was transformed into a girl (wacky hijinks ensue, but again its played for laughs, kinda [very] damaging)
i would suck all of this stuff up like a sponge, but it wasnt the good stuff to suck up, but if i had anything REMOTELY as good as the trans marco theory back then id probably be a healthier person now. it’s not the standard “guy in a dress” gag, its a consistent and positive characterization which wouldve been greatly appreciated back then
the marco realizations made me happy cause it looks like we’re finally getting good trans rep and we can see the benefits, if you dont think thats the tightest shit, i implore you to reconsider
Heya everyone!! Su is here!! this is my 3rd follow forever!! i havn’t reached 3k yet but i just need a little more to reach there…but well i grew impatient and decided to make a ff lol!!! 2017 just started yet 2 months flew by so quickly. i wish everyone good luck this year!! i hope everyone reaches their goal and be happy in their life!!
and so i wanted to say thank you to all my mutuals and followers for following my blog and supporting me throughout this year!! i made a lots of memories here and tbh rather than my real life i enjoy spending time here more!! you guys know me more and you all are so kind and nice to me and really!! you all..you all are so precious to me!! i always want to help and support you guys at any means but i cannot do much ughh ><
but really thank you guys!! i really love my life because of you all~! i am really glad that i made so much sweet memories with you here and they are one of the sweetest memories in my life!! ily~!
request: such a weird request, but can you please write one where y/n comes back into town (she left as a child) and everybody hardly recognizes her? and she’s this little happy bubbly hippie kinda girl and for some reason Jug is like, head over heels! if you get this, i’d like to thank you in advance cause you probably made me squeal. thanks love 💕💕
requested by: anonymous
A/N: I really hope you guys enjoying this. love ya, xx aubree
After nine years, Y/N and her family were finally moving to Riverdale. They had moved away due to her father’s job and she was so excited to see all of her old childhood friends. She wondered if they would even recognize each other.
Of all of the people she left behind in Riverdale, Y/N missed Jughead Jones the most. They were the closet. They used to sneak cookies up into his treehouse and they would end up eating the whole box and getting in trouble for it. Back then, they were almost the same. He wasn’t reclusive and brooding. He was just as happy and bubbly as she was. Granted, they were only seven.
request: Draco malfoy request please! (Years after the war) reader x draco have been invited to a Hogwarts class reunion and they go as a married couple, feeling more nervous than excited to see past classmates (Reader being a former Gryffindor if you care to add) ♡♡♡Thanks♡♡♡♡
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“Do we really have to go to this thing, Y/N? Why can’t we just stay in and cuddle? Or we could go out to dinner?”
“No, Draco,” You cross your arms as you pick out an outfit for tonight, giving him a look. “We have to go to this reunion. All our friends from school are gonna be there and-”
He sits down on the edge of the bed that the both of you share and sighs, “Sweetheart, everyone hated me. And it’s just gonna be weird. I mean, no one expected us to be together. You were friends with Potter! God, I was so awful to him. And my parents-”
You cut him off with your lips pressed to his. “Stop.” You place your hands on either side of his face. “That was years ago. Neither of us are the same people we were. I don’t think anyone is. Stop worrying.” You kiss him again. You pull away to see him giving you a grateful smile and a nod. “Okay, now let me fix your tie, because what the hell did you do to it?” you giggle at his necktie which is knotted practically at his navel.
He bursts out laughing, “I have no idea! You’d think I would’ve gotten better at tying a tie after doing it for so long.”
“Yeah, I would’ve,” you say, unknotting and resizing it. “but knowing you it makes a lot of sense.”
Draco shakes his head at you. “I’m somewhere between loving you and hating you.”
You finish his tie and screw with his hair a little bit. “Well, if you hate me, I guess you’ll have to find someone else to make you look presentable,” you smirk and kiss his cheek. “Now, come on. We’re gonna be late.”
The two of you apparate. You stand in front of the school and now you’re starting to feel nervous. You take Draco’s arm and then a deep breath.
The first person who greets you is Neville Longbottom. He surely aged like fine wine. Wow, dorky little Neville really grew up. You give him a smile and a polite nod; he does the same back, only his face drops slightly when he notices who you’re with.
You keep walking. Your husband gives you a look. “I told you we should’ve stayed home,” he frowns.
“It’s fine, love.” You squeeze his arm a bit tighter. You pass a small door and you feel a smile creep onto your face. “Remember this?”
He follows your gaze to the door. “Oh my- yes! How could I forget?” It was the closet that the two of you would sneak off to from time to time. “Lotta good memories in there.”
“Y/N?” a familiar voice calls. “Y/N, is that you?”
You turn around to the source of the voice. “Oh my Godric, Harry Potter!” You chirp as he approaches you. Draco tenses up at your side and you give his arm another reassuring squeeze. “Wow, I haven’t seen you in ages! How have you been?”
“Good,” he smiles. “how about you? Did- are you two married, now?”
You bite your lip, looking to your husband. He can’t help but grin at you. “Yeah,” Draco replies, a bit sheepish.
“Oh, thank God! We were all hoping you would,” Harry says, sounding completely genuine, which slightly confuses the two of you.
You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”
“Well, isn’t it obvious?” He snickers lightheartedly. “You two kind of bring out the best in each other. You always seemed so happy together. I dunno. It just made sense,” he shrugs. “M'glad to see you guys here. No hard feelings, Malfoy.”
The two men shake hands and you can’t help but feel relieved. Harry leaves to go back to his own wife.
You lean over to the blond on your arm. “Feeling any better?”
He looks down at you, beaming. “Yeah. I was thinking though, before we go in for dinner, or whatever,” he’s got this mischievous look on his face. “maybe, we could stop by that closet for old time’s sake.”
“You practically read my mind,” you smirk as the two of you begin rushing back in the direction of the closet.
What was it like when you found out the news that Rostam won’t be in the band anymore?
CT: I had heard that, I’d knew that for a while. I
personally felt bummed, I sorta liked the idea of the classic phase
being the only phase, the original member sort of thing. Would never put
things in his mouth or speak to the reasons why he made that decision. I
feel like he had sort of said and brought it up and after this point
had more serious talks and heard about it; I love that guy, I hope he
does very well, and like I said I just saw him play and he seemed really
happy on stage, but yeah that’s all i could ever hope for.
If you look at the tapes from - if you check the books on Bonnaroo ‘14,
well then I was getting a little emotional that show because that was
fresh for me, and you know this is maybe revealing a little too much,
but I’m a bit of a crier, straight up. I just remember playing that show
being like “fuck, man”, like this is weird, this thing has been a
constant and like this governing factor for my entire adult life is
gonna change and like change is weird and change can be painful, and you
know, even when there’s nothing you can do about it and even if it’s
the right choice for everyone involved. I don’t think I shed
tears but I definitely was like feelin’ it. I was feelin’ it. So I have
no idea what exists from that show in a video sense. But at this point
that was now 2+ years ago, like he’s doing his thing, everyone’s doing
their own respective things, there’s still a lot of collective stuff to
come, but you know I think Rostam’s happy and he’s doing what he wants
and that’s all I would want for him.
There was a lack of flower crowns in this picture so I fixed that. GAH the number of nice things these sweet boys said about my art absolutely filled my heart and then some. I was feeling bad about it recently and they help me ((as always)) there was so much more I wanted to tell them but everyone in this picture was so tired, AGHHH. I’m so happy to look up to such genuine and happy crazy bois I HOPE TEXAS WAS NICE TO YOU GUYS AND THAT YOU STAY HYDRATED AND SLEPT NICELY AND MADE SURE TO EAT 3 WHOLESOME MEALS @ogchanyt@crankgameplays@girbeagly
ChouChou is not just any person, she’s Sarada’s BFF!!! Look at her face while teasing Sarada ohmygod hahaha How I wish she said “childhood sweethearts” instead :”>
2.) How the Uzumaki-Uchiha rivalry is starting to blossom rofl.
You know those shoujo mangas (ex: Special A, Last Game) where the male and female lead compete with each other then they’ll fall in love with each other eventually HAHAHAHAHA call me delusional but that’s how I see this. Hey I’m a BoruSara shipper so of course my shipper goggles is on :P
3.) How Sarada said “This is annoying” but watched Boruto’s fight anyway lmao
Yep, Sasuke’s tsundere genes check
4.) How Sarada clenched her fists and looked so concerned when Boruto was getting beaten by Iwabe
Of course BFF noticed right away! Damn I think ChouChou is the no.1 BoruSara shipper XD
5.) How Sarada looks so proud when Boruto won
Well everyone was happy but come on, earlier she said the fight was annoying (even Chouchou thought she was not interested with the fight haha) but after Boruto won she was relieved and looked so proud like “Yeah that’s my future husband right there shannaro!” XD
I MEAN COME ON GUYS. I CHECKED THE BORUSARA TAG BUT NOBODY IS TALKING ABOUT THESE. ME ON THE OTHER HAND IS ALREADY DROWNING IN MY BORUSARA FEELS HAHAHAHA IF YOU GUYS HAVEN’T SEEN THE EPISODE YET THEN WATCH IT RIGHT NOW I TELL YOU! MY SHIPPER HEART CANT HANDLE IT ALONE HOLYSHIT THIS IS JUST THE 2ND EPISODE AND IM ALREADY DYING HOW MUCH MORE ON THE FOLLOWING ONES
STUDIO PIERROT IF YOU GUYS DON’T ANIMATE THE PART WHERE SARADA WAS STALKING BORUTO IM GONNA KILL YOU!!! KISHI DREW THAT, IT’S FUCKING CANON, I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU IF YOU FUCK THAT UP!!! (You guys would always fuck things up but I’m still hoping… come on faaaaaamm)
I’m sorry I just gotta let this out. It’s been a while since the last time I spazzed about an anime episode lol
It still feels like yesterday when Genin-Naruto did this move to Kakashi when he was trying to get the bells :’)
Edit: Ok, thank you for correcting me, it was Sasuke who made this move. Man Im gettiing old rofl XD that makes me more happy tho hahaha Future-Father-In-Law move
Also Im sad Sasuke wasn’t in the opening. Glad he’s in the ending with Sakura of course <3 SASUSAKU MY NO.1 OTP! CA-TO-THE-FUCKING-NON
Alright back to reality (and finishing my next BoruSara fanart)