Day 2: Weapon

Okay yeah, this is an odd thing to try to connect with the theme but the only thing on my mind was that fangs can also be used as weapons…? It’s reaching, I know, but in my defense I couldn’t stop thinking about love bites and that eventually led to this.

Young Viktor Nikiforov dressed like a Disney Channel main character and you can’t tell me otherwise.

There were pastels and patterns and so many layers? Sometimes Yakov got migraines just from looking at him???

Viktor kept a lot of those clothes even after he developed a more masculine and mature aesthetic and sometimes Yuri P shows up unnanounced and throws himself into the back of Yuuri and Viktor’s closet.

“Would you like a cup of tea, Yura?” Yuuri asks, leaning around the corner.

“No,” Yuri snaps. “What do you think of this?” He’s wearing a peasant top and jean vest tucked into a tulle skirt.

“Is it a pretty day or a handsome day?”

Yuri frowns down at his shoe choices and says, “Pretty.”

“Very pretty, then.”

Yuuri isn’t sure what Yuri was dressing up for, because he appears to spend the rest of the day lounging around, viciously pummeling Viktor at video games. He only stops insulting Viktor briefly, for about fifteen minutes, as Viktor puts an intricate braid into his hair and mumbles about choreography through the bobby pins in his mouth.

“Why don’t you just give him all your old clothes?” Yuuri mumbles after Yura leaves.

“I’ve tried,” Viktor says, shrugging. “He won’t take them. I think he wants to have a reason to come over here and be told he looks pretty. He’s a teenager. He needs reassurance.”

Yuuri nods slowly. “Does he know that he doesn’t need an excuse to come over here and be told he’s pretty?”

“He’s sixteen, Yuuri. Do you know how uncool that would be?“

“Fair enough.”

anonymous asked:

My sisters been sending your (amazingly) written metas, but I'm still confused as to what "Performance!Dean" is. Could you explain? ❤❤❤❤❤❤

Hi! Thank you!

Performing!Dean is a tag that many of us use to explain the way that Dean portrays himself to the outside world, suppressing parts of himself that he doesn’t think should be outwardly shown.

It’s a form of SUBLIMATION (a psychological term meaning to repress emotions / a part of oneself), a term which he actually uses in 12x05.

It’s a great example. The writers KNOW that we associate Dean’s love of pie with women / being comfortable / the home and family feeling, and cake with the repressed side of him (it is repeatedly used in this context, Dean really wanting it but never allowing himself to have it or just nibbling at the edges). It’s quite a famously known concept.

So… when Sam asks Dean if he wants pie and Dean says no, which basically never happens, when Sam then looks so DONE and starts talking about how Mary is gone and… (the implication being he is about to mention Cas being gone too)… then Dean says nope nope I am FINE and Sam FINALLY calls Dean out on it, saying “Dean, it’s called SUBLIMATION”.

Originally posted by castielamigos

And Dean finally relents and says “Yeah, its kinda my thing”. (And then later in the diner he is seen to have eaten a whole slice of cake in front of Sam and no-one makes a big deal out of it….)


Because THIS is Dabb again taking what has been IN THE SCRIPT and in the show for 12 years and building on it, making it BLATANT. Because we are building to endgame now, SPN isn’t likely to last past season 13-14, so the character arcs that were set up in season 1 (and 4 for Cas) need to be tied up, so we, the audience NEED it to be made obvious when it has just been in the subtext. THAT IS WHY SO MUCH IS SO BLATANT THIS SEASON. Ie Performing!Dean, Destiel, Sam and the MoL story, Mary being the catalyst for Dean’s self acceptance arc and Sam’s self forgiveness arc around Lucifer (which I think will be much more blatant next season re: Jack as his mirror).

With Performing!Dean it started to be made a bit more obvious since Sam told Dean that he was ‘kind of butch’ and people probably thought he was ‘overcompensating’ in season 2 but it still stayed subtext, Dean checking out a few guys here and there, only really getting with women when he was having his ‘I’m going to go to Hell and need comfort’ or ‘Sam is dead, Cas left’ moments or since he met Cas, whenever Cas had left, making Dean feel crappy and rejected or had just DIED, using it as a coping mechanism, even blatantly role playing in season 9 after he feels so bad about kicking Cas out of the bunker etc to the point that in 12x18 it is so blatant that this is what it is about, they even have Dean saying outloud that he is settling for Sam’s omelette mere seconds after clearly having settled for the waitress because she wasn’t what he really wanted on top of all the other give aways…

Anyway, it’s not just about his sexuality or feelings for Cas, there are many other aspects too, and those are the ones that are cemented in seasons 1-3. Most of these seem all to stem from John and if you see snippets from John’s journal it makes sense.

John says he is proud of Dean when he kills monsters, womanises, drinks etc etc. So guess what a young impressionable Dean learned was the best way to act in life?

Now, over the years bits have come out here and there. Every time we see Dean with a sexual partner he has been the submissive one, he is clearly an extremely giving lover and very caring. He is not a dude bro womaniser at heart, he cares for all the women he sleeps with enough to be kind and gentle with them, even the waitress in 12x18 who really he doesn’t REALLY CARE about, she’s just a coping mechanism, but he is still extremely sweet with her.

He drinks for years of course, he is a functioning alcoholic for most of the show, but lately he has switched to coffee… unless something really bad is going down. Like when we saw the empty bottle in his room in 12x19…

He listens to old rock music because it reminds him of his mom and dad, not because he is a real metal head. Yeah absolutely he loves it too I’m sure, but really it’s the emotional pull. And we haven’t heard him do so since 12x07. Just saying. He also admits to liking Taylor Swift in season 10, after firstly saying HELL NO, same with the cucumber water in 12x07. It’s not the music or the water or whatever as such, that is absolutely NOT what we are saying is making us feel Dean is bisexual or has a hidden side to himself, its the fact that he HIDES it first then admits to it afterwards, that is the essence of Performing!Dean.

When Sam drinks the cucumber water, no-one batted an eyelid, that means nothing to us, because Sam is super comfortable with who he is in THIS respect, even though he carries guilt etc, but that is another subject. But because Dean made a huge deal about how uncool and basically unmanly it was, after all we know of him over the years, THEN went and drank it anyway, saying “shut up” when Sam is like “seriously?!” THAT is where the Performing!Dean meta comes from. And Sam is the same as us, he doesn’t care if Dean is bi, or if he likes Taylor Swift or cucumber water or WHATEVER, what he DOES care about is the fact that Dean feels the need to hide it from him.

There are so many small points along the series that point to a lot of Dean’s persona being fake or exaggerated and how sometimes Sam knows and sometimes he doesn’t, it would be funny if it wasn’t tragic.

Deep down Dean Winchester is a soft, kind and generous soul who just wants to be loved and to help people.


Originally posted by disneyandthefamilybusiness

So yeah, the fact of the matter is that Performing!Dean has been there all along, since the PILOT, over the years it has been showed to us that it exists then some of the walls have started coming down. If anyone dares to tell me that Performing!Dean isn’t a thing (which I was told earlier this season, lmao) then I will kindly point them towards 12x11 and 12x22.

Also, let us not forget that even though 12x11 was mostly an exposition for Performing!Dean when he lost his memories, again harking back to the HEART is the person, NOT their memories theme of the season, we also were given the golden snippet that DEAN RODE LARRY BEFORE HE GOT WACKED WITH MAGIC. This is to show us that Dean’s walls are coming down this season. When Sam called him up on it in a way that seemed to be taking the piss, Dean, rather than attempt to deny or tell him to shut up actually embraced it and gloated about how GOOD he was at it. ATTA BOY DEAN!

With the resurrection of Mary and Dean’s near - complete death experience it seems that Dean got to the point in season 12 where he just didn’t want to hide from himself anymore and so let these walls down further, there were small snippets of this in nearly EVERY episode. 

12x11 was the exposition for casual viewers to see this side of him more clearly (in the same way that 12x19 was for Dean and Cas’s clearly more than platonic relationship, which will not be built on with HUGE LEGO BRICKS since Cas died), and now with the grenade launcher as a metaphor, Dean literally blew down his walls in 12x22. The culmination of this story was his confrontation with Mary where he explains WHY he always had this facade, because he had a shitty childhood, had to be a parent to Sam and that it wasn’t FAIR and he didn’t cope with it well at all.

So. There we have it. Performing!Dean is REAL, it was there ALL ALONG, we were RIGHT in seeing it because it is confirmed in 12x11 and then addressed and to some extent dismantled in 12x22, and the meta idea that the grenade launcher is associated with Performing!Dean was ALSO used.

Just… wowzers.

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

I don’t expect Dean to suddenly act completely differently now, he won’t, there are just some aspects of him that will be slightly more obvious or he won’t hide certain parts of himself. He still isn’t completely done with this, as Jensen himself said that there will be more of this to come in season 13…

I expect him to perhaps once or twice order a slice of cake or an ice cream sundae, to listen to the radio and not turn it over if a pop song comes on, to be more open with his feelings towards his family (and yeah, Destiel is a part of this for sure), a nice turn around but also not jarring, because it’s just a PART of Dean, not his whole self, a lot of what we see is really fully him, so it’s not that he is going to completely radically change!

Anyway, its all very exciting as the metaphorical death of Performing!Dean is just a part of what most of us see as a positive endgame for TFW and it is all looking pretty good so far :D

miafuckingsucks  asked:

1, 14, 15 for the Drabble thing <3

1.The skirt is supposed to be this short.

JJ and Garcia had been the first to notice the new addition to your wardrobe when you entered the conference room that morning.

“Since when did you start wearing skirts to work?” JJ teased, taking the opportunity since it was just the three of you in the room at the moment.

“And ones that could be considered so scandalous?” Garcia joined in as she prepped the files for the rest of the team members.

“This skirt would only be considered scandalous back in ‘The Scarlet Letter’ times,” you laughed incredulously at your friend’s comments, “And besides, I thought it was cute and would mix up what I usually wear to work.”

“It is very cute,” Garcia confirmed, coming to where you stood and handing you a case file, “And very short.”

Throwing your head back and groaning, you chuckled softly, “The skirt it supposed to be this short!”

Tilting your head back down, you noticed that Spencer had come to enter the conference room, and when his eyes settled on the hot topic of your previous conversation, he swallowed harshly.

JJ and Garcia also noticed this and shared a knowing look between each other as Spencer took his usual seat right next to your usual seat.

“See something you like, Spencer?” Garcia whispered to the blushing man as she handed him a file while you took a seat next to him.

Rolling your eyes, you whispered a silent thank you to the universe when Hotch walked in and immediately began briefing the team.

At one point, Hotch turned his attention to Rossi and you felt Spencer’s hand come to rest on your knee.

“I do like your skirt,” his voice just loud enough for only you to hear.

“Thank you,” your own voice no louder.

“Do you think anyone would notice if we were a little late boarding the plane?” Spencer asked, trailing his hand ever so slightly up your thigh.

“Not at all.”

You prayed that no one noticed the smile you had to bite back or the hickey that would soon come to appear on your neck.

14. Take. It. Off.

“Please tell me that was the last box,” you huffed, taking a seat on the floor next to one of the many cardboard moving boxes placed sporadically around Spencer’s living room.

Nostalgia had struck Spencer after returning from a visit to Las Vegas to see his mother last week, prompting him to bring up the boxes of memories he kept stored in the basement of his apartment.

“There’s only one more,” Spencer assured, sliding a box labeled ‘photo albums’ out of the pathway you had created towards the door, “I’ll go get it and then we can start going through them.”

Humming in agreement, you scanned the boxes that were settled around you, wondering which one Spencer would want to open first when he returned.

Just to your right, the simple Sharpie label of ‘CHESS’ caught your attention the most. Imagining that it was most likely full of vintage chess boards that Spencer had collected over the years, you figured that was a good box to start with.

Standing up from your previous position and tearing back the tape that sealed it shut, you were pleasantly surprised to see a golden baseball hat residing at the top. Picking it up, a smile grew across your lips upon reading the black lettering of “Las Vegas Chess Champion 1989”. The thought of a little eight-year-old Spencer wearing the hat atop a mess of his untamed curls made you giggle before adorning the hat yourself.

As you began to carefully remove the chess boards that the hat had been on top of, you heard Spencer re-enter the apartment and close the door behind him.

“Babe, did you see a box mark—” Spencer stopped in the middle of his question upon seeing the familiar tone of yellow, “Where did you find that?”

“In this box with your chess boards,” your smile drooped, having expected him to be far more excited when seeing the relic.

“I thought I got rid of that,” Spencer swiftly set the box in his hands down and made a move towards you, “Please, take it off.”

“Why would you want to get rid of it?” you dodged his attempt to remove the hat from your head.

“Y/N, please,” Spencer ignored your question, the tone of his voice growing desperate, “Take. It. Off.

Before you had the chance to respond, Spencer was quick to close the space between you and wrap one arm around you while his free successfully snatched the hat from your head.

Squealing with laughter, you attempted to reach your arm just as high as Spencer’s to retrieve the hat back but settled back onto your feet when you realized your efforts were pointless.

“Alright, fine,” you feigned defeat, placing your forehead against his chest “But, Spence, why did you want to get rid of it in the first place?”

Lowering his extended arm to drop the hat on the sofa besides him, Spencer sighed, “The day after I won the chess tournament, I wore that hat to school, thinking that I was so cool,” his voice drifted off, “And well, we both know how uncool the rest of the high school already thought I was…”  

Your heart dropped at Spencer’s explanation for the embarrassment he had in regards to the baseball hat. Even if he had grown past the bullying he had experienced in school, it was obvious that some pain continued to linger.

Glancing down at the hat that was now by your leg, you smiled sadly before picking it up and placing it on Spencer’s head, right where it belonged.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I bet you looked just as cool then as you do right now.”

And for the first time ever while wearing that hat, Spencer felt proud.

15. Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.

There were a million other places you would have rather been then an overcrowded bar right now. Most nights, you would be partaking in shots with Prentiss or singing a horrible rendition of some Journey song with Garcia and Morgan; but between the silent treatment that Spencer was giving you and the creepy stare you were receiving from a man at the bar, you had had enough of the night.

Pushing your way through the hoard of people on the dance floor, you made your way over to the spot of the bar where Morgan and JJ were stood, both of them ceasing their conversation at your arrival.

“Spencer still refusing to talk to you?” JJ asked sympathetically, being able to see the dejection that still resided on your face from the previous argument that the two of you had.

“Not a single word,” you shook your head, glancing back to see that Spencer was still sitting at the booth you had all chosen when you arrived, his eyes trained on the drink in front of him.

“So I’m just gonna head out,” you motioned towards the exit of the bar, receiving understanding nods from both of the agents.

“You go home and relax,” Morgan stepped forward to give you a hug, “I’m going to try and talk some sense into that boyfriend of yours.”

Lightly laughing for the first time in hours, you bid them both a good night before making your way back through the crowd of people and out of the bars overwhelming atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh night air and reaching for your car keys in your purse, the sound of the door slamming caught your attention.

“Hey, there,” the voice was unrecognizable, but when you turned around, you were met with the man who had been staring at you since you entered the bar.

“Hi?” your response came out more as a question than a statement.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you left without the guy you came with,” his breath reeked with vodka as he came to stand closer to you, “And I thought maybe you’d be into leaving with me instead.”

Taking a step back, you scoffed at the complete stranger, “I’m not, at all.”

Sudden anger flashed across the man’s glazed eyes, “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.

Even if you were a trained FBI agent, the man’s threat made your heart race and your palms go clammy.  

“Take one more step near her and I will not hesitate to shoot you,” Spencer’s voice rang clear and authoritative through the tense air, taking both you and the man by surprise.

“You don’t even have a gun,” the drunk man snarled, unmoved from his position near you.

Moving the jacket of his suit to reveal that he was in fact still carrying, Spencer spit venom in his words, “Back away from her, now.”

No longer willing to continue harassing you or run the chance of getting shot, the man was quick to practically run past you, in the complete opposite direction of Spencer.

A shaky sigh of relief had barely left your mouth before Spencer had pulled you into his arms, his own body shaking with fear at the idea of what could’ve happened if he had not come to apologize to you.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his chest, “I thought you were mad at me, I didn’t think you would come after me.”

Shaking his head, Spencer tipped his finger under your chin and made you look at him, “I will always come after you, I can’t lose you.”

Pressing a kiss against your forehead, Spencer pulled you into him once more, not yet willing to let you go.

I’m just so glad that right from the very beginning Louis has always been publicly, unabashedly, unashamedly and proudly adoring of his mother. Always.

He didn’t care about being called a mama’s boy; he spoke freely of how close he and his mum were, he spoke about missing her, spoke about them being best friends, was always so open about his love for Jay and his gratitude to her. He referenced her all the time, regardless of how “uncool” that might have been perceived - especially when he was younger. And I’m so pleased for him that he did. He can always be proud of how publicly he honoured his wonderful mum.

The Reunion

Alex had not been looking forward to this night. She had tried everything possible to get out of it; from feigning illness, to bribing Vasquez into reporting a false alien attack, to outright handcuffing herself to the bed and attempting to lure Maggie in with her feminine wiles.

Surprisingly, none of it had worked and Maggie had to practically drag her from the hotel room, kicking and screaming. It wasn’t until her wife had promised her a night of post-reunion sex and ice cream that Alex begrudgingly agreed to go. If only for one hour.

“And not a minute longer,” Alex added as Maggie drove them to the high school reunion on her bike. “Seriously. I’m setting my timer the second we enter the parking lot. As soon as it rings, we are getting out of there.”

“Understood,” Maggie had laughed, patting her wife’s hand affectionately as they stopped at a red light. “And you’ll get rocky road for your troubles.”

“Can I eat it off your body?” Alex purred in Maggie’s ear, making the other woman shudder. She knew exactly what she was doing—and so did the detective.

“Stop that,” Maggie husked, “or you won’t be getting anything.”

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Shy, Shy, Shy

Jeno X Reader

Request: Can I request a scenario with Jeno? Like, we’re just watching a movie and the other members tease us? Just something cute and fluffy with comedy, I guess. Thanks for reading ❤️❤️

           “Are you being serious right now?”

        Your boyfriend looked at you pleadingly before glancing over at the door. Okay so apparently he was being serious right now. You guys had been planning this movie night for months, and now he was telling you that you had to scram because the other members were coming over? No, nope, not happening.

        “Jeno, absolutely not! I bought popcorn and candy for this! And it’s raining!”

        “Yeah, which is why the others are coming home earlier than I anticipated!”

        “Sounds like a you problem.” You glared at him before plopping down on the couch. “Sorry, babe, but I’m not budging.”

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Your Eyes Look Like Coming Home - Bughead Fanfic

A little idea that came to me based off of a post by @jandjsalmon so thank you for the burst of creative energy I needed! 

Also I want to start taking prompts so if you have any, please feel free to send them my way! :)


People spend their whole lives waiting until the day they can see the world in color; the day they finally meet their soulmate. Sometimes it takes years, decades, nearly lifetimes until you meet that one special person.

Unless, of course, you’re Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones who have both seen the world in color since they met each other when they were two years old. Everyone always says that they’re so lucky to have met when they were so young, that they have their whole lives to be together and in love. There’s just one teeny tiny problem.

Betty and Jughead hate each other.

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anonymous asked:

B 59

Bechloe - ‘Fall’

Chloe Beale strode down the stone steps outside the Literature Department on campus, her long red hair bouncing with each step she took, as she walked away from her final lecture of the day. The weather was beginning to dip in temperature now the year was well into Fall, but the sun still shone strongly.

She made her way along the quad, eager to get home to the Bellas house that she and Aubrey rattled about in to get ready for rehearsals. It was their senior year and last year they HAD been the youngest members of The Barden Bellas, until the senior members graduated over summer. Now they were the eldest, and had just recruited a new bunch of freshmen to help take them through to the finals of the ICCA’s.

Chloe was a firm believer that while the freshmen they’d recruited were good, none of them compared to the talent that was Beca Mitchell. The Bella that she’d proudly recruited herself. The Bella she was actually crushing on. Badly.

Like, all her thoughts were of Beca. Most of her conversations were about Beca. And she found herself looking at Beca whenever possible. And in Chloe’s heart of hearts she knew that there was no chance in hell Beca was ever going to reciprocate those feelings.

So in the few weeks since ‘acapella hood night’ Chloe had been happy to go about her life as usual, save for all her thoughts being on Beca, and continue reassuring Aubrey that they were going to be 'aca-awesome’.

Chloe stopped in her tracks, a smile growing on her face as her bright blue eyes caught the figure of a petite brunette that she was gradually becoming familiar with. She checked her watch. She had about twenty minutes to spare. Twenty minutes well spent if it meant she could spend it with the girl who currently sat in the quad, leant back against a tree, her laptop on her thighs, her headphones over her ears.

The redhead felt butterflies begin to scatter around her stomach as she approached Beca - a reaction her body normally made when she was eagerly anticipating the moment she would be reunited with the freshman. As she arrived at Beca’s side, she reached down and pulled the headphones off the young woman’s head with a cheeky giggle.

Beca’s reaction was as expected. She threw her hands up in a karate-chop motion, swearing loudly followed by a “What the hell?!”

As Beca looked up at Chloe furiously the redhead bit her bottom lip before letting out a sweet “oops!”. If it had been anybody else, Beca Mitchell would’ve yelled, packed her things up, and stormed off. But her expression changed from one that was angry to one that was simply unimpressed, and she simply muttered a “hmm” before returning her focus on her laptop, frantically saving all her mixes.

Chloe plopped herself down on the patch of grass beside Beca, nudging the brunette with her elbow. She didn’t care what the woman had said to her multiple times over the past few weeks, Chloe wasn’t one to keep her physical distance from someone just because they said they found it awkward. Besides, Chloe had a plan to work on Beca: by the time the senior graduated at the end of the school year she would be receiving hugs from the freshman left-right-and-centre.

“Looking forward to tonight’s rehearsal?” Chloe asked enthusiastically and Beca snorted.

“With the first hour being cardio? Not likely!” The freshman grumbled. But Chloe merely giggled, nudging her again.

“Oh come ooooon. You get to spend two hours with me-ee?” She said optimistically, her heart skipping a beat momentarily as a pair of dark blue eyes met hers and to her delight Beca tried to suppress a grin.

“Gee, great.” The younger woman said sarcastically, and Chloe rolled her eyes which elicited a chuckle from Beca, “I’m kidding. I like rehearsals with you…” Chloe’s bright blue eyes widened and flashed across Beca’s face, noticing the way her new friend’s cheeks flushed, Beca’s smile dropping slightly as she realised what she’d said, “I mean…uh…it doesn’t matter…”

And as Beca quickly looked back down at her laptop, grimacing slightly at how uncool she was sounding, Chloe reached out and placed the palm of her hand on the back of Beca’s hand, giving it a little reassuring squeeze.

“Hey…” the redhead whispered, her voice a little more serious, and Beca must’ve noted it because she turned to look back at her, “…I like rehearsals with you too.”

Chloe and Beca smiled at one another, but the moment was short-lived when Jesse approached them, “Bellaaaaas!” He sang out at them, and Chloe immediately retracted her hand, clearing her throat nervously. Because it was no secret among the Bellas and among the Trebles that Jesse Swanson had a thing for Beca Mitchell.

The young man took a perch the other side of Beca, slinging his rucksack on the ground beside Beca’s, and grinning at them both. Chloe didn’t notice Beca’s exhale of frustration as Jesse exclaimed how perfect the weather was today - as though it was from a movie. She was too busy fiddling with a large brown leaf that had fallen into her lap.

Chloe glanced at her watch. Well there went her chance of a full twenty minutes alone with Beca. She let out a little sigh and smiled at the two beside her.

“Well I’d better go. Aubrey will be stressing about what cardio routine to do…Uh…don’t tell her I said that!” Chloe said, having noticed the bemused grins on Beca and Jesse’s faces. She watched Jesse dive into his bag, chatting away about a movie he’d seen last night, and saw Beca roll her eyes at her.

Chloe simply gave her friend a wink with a warm smile, handed her the leaf she’d held in her right hand, and stood up.

“I’ll see you in a couple of hours Becs?”

“Uh…yeah…” Beca said, looking up from Chloe’s leaf she’d been frowning at in her left hand, and gave the woman a curt nod to back up her reply. Then Chloe Beale walked away, trying hard not to be affected by Jesse’s sudden appearance. He was a Treble. There was no way anything would happen between him and Beca.


Just over three and a half years later and Beca and Chloe were the best of friends. They were co-captains of The Barden Bellas. Chloe had failed her Russian Lit finals every year since Beca’s freshman year. She’d insisted to herself it wasn’t because she wanted to stay close to Beca and make the most of the time she got to spend with the brunette as co-captains, and address the crazy crush she still had on the woman.

But it was entirely all of those things.

She’d tried hard over the years to knock down Beca’s emotional walls. The younger woman wasn’t exactly the initiator of hugs like Chloe had hoped by now, but she no longer flinched or stiffened up when the redhead wrapped her arms around her. Which was as often as possible.

Jesse was also no longer 'a problem’. Though in all fairness to the guy, he’d been really good for Beca. By the end of their freshman year Jesse and Beca had begun dating and had kept dating until mid-way through their senior year. And from the end of Beca’s freshman year through to mid-way through her senior year Chloe had been absolutely and utterly in love with her. Besotted. Feelings that simply grew as every day passed. Feelings that made her burst into tears overnight because she knew Beca would never be hers.

Unrequited love was the worst kind of love to be in, but Chloe had told herself that it was the greatest sign of strength that she could keep going about her day-to-day life alongside Beca, despite her feelings towards her. Feelings that Beca absolutely did not reciprocate.

The final week left in the Barden sorority house was a sad one for all The Bellas. It was the end of an era, particularly for the eldest member of the collegiate acapella group. She’d lived in that house for six years. She’d known her housemates for four years. And she was pretty sure she’d been in love with Beca for four years too. This week was their final week together. And Chloe took every opportunity possible sit with Beca. Because once Friday came, she honestly didn’t know when she’d see Beca again.

“So…I got you something…”

Chloe looked up from the magazine she was reading at the kitchen table, furrowing her brow in curiosity at Beca’s words. The brunette had been sat beside her, scrolling through her laptop, but now held something in her hands.

Chloe took the small white envelope that Beca held out to her and she smiled softly as she read her name that her best friend had scribbled on the front.

“Now it’s…well it’s nothing fancy…actually it’s pretty dumb…”

Chloe began opening the envelope as Beca continued talking nervously. Chloe wasn’t nervous though. She was excited.

“…but I wanted…I needed you to have it…and um…to read this card because…”

Chloe pulled the card out of the envelope and paused. It was homemade. At least, it looked homemade.

“…well what I’ve written is things that’ve been…um…they’ve been on my mind…for a long long time.”

Chloe peered at the leaf on the front of the card. It was brown. And flat. And glued with utmost precision.

“Do you recognise it?” She heard Beca ask tentatively and Chloe shook her head gently, “oh…um…it’s a leaf you gave me a few years back. When I was in freshman year?”

Chloe quickly looked up at Beca, and saw how embarrassed the woman had become. But Chloe didn’t care. Her hands began trembling slightly as she looked back down at the card again. At something so precious and thoughtful. Something that was so far from something she thought Beca would ever do for her. But she HAD done it.

“It’s dumb. It’s so so dumb. Ugh and now I feel like an idiot…” Beca said, leaning her elbow on the table and placing her face in her palm, scrunching her face up. But Chloe felt tears prickling her eyes. Did this mean what she thought it meant?

She opened the card in haste, and to her surprise saw both sides of the card written on in Beca’s signature scrappy handwriting. But she knew Beca well enough to know how to read her handwriting. She got to the end and let out a huge exhale.

Tears had begun falling down Chloe’s cheeks and she looked up at her best friend who was now biting her bottom lip nervously. But Chloe smiled, letting out a wet giggle.

“So…what do you think? Should we give it a go?” Beca asked quietly, and Chloe burst into tears, her smile growing wider as she nodded and flung herself into her best friend’s arms.

Their tender first kiss was drenched in the redhead’s tears as Chloe mumbled “yes” over and over again between each kiss. And Beca smiled, her own tears joining Chloe’s.

Because the final words at the end of the card had read: “So, Chloe Beale, will you be my girlfriend?”

anonymous asked:

100 for Andreil, pretty please❤❤

from this list of prompts - please don’t send more!

Neil focuses on breathing. It shouldn’t be a difficult task, but recently - again - it is. He’s never drawing in enough breath, but if he pulls more in, his chest feels full enough to explode. But he can go through the motions. In, and out, and again - eventually he’ll start to feel normal again.


Someone Neil doesn’t recognise, with an indistinctive face, pops his head in the door briefly to say, “Five minutes.” Either he doesn’t notice that Neil is on the verge of panic or he thinks it’s more polite not to comment, because he doesn’t attempt eye contact before backing out as fast as he entered.

Neil’s next visitor, though, has never been described as polite. Andrew walks in, leaving the door open a crack so it continues to swing, and opens the window to start smoking. He has always acted as though Neil doesn’t exist.

Sometimes it’s comforting, as the rest of the world pays far too much attention to him, but sometimes it’s another choking weight on his chest - everyone in the world cares about different parts of Neil, but never the whole of him. Take off an arm, a quarter of his heart, a lock of hair, that’s all they want; he’s not a package deal. He is a combination of a few winning traits, and the rest is merely- there.

“You have three minutes to get this out of your system before your timeslot starts,” Andrew says, blandly, to the window pane. “I’m sure they’ll forgive you for missing it. They can fit you in after that other group. The Jonas Brothers?”

“There isn’t even a band on the show today,” Neil replies. Short words are manageable. “It’s all - single artists and their fucking guitars.”

“Oh, I thought they were all a single act,” Andrew replies, disinterested.

He’d almost be a good manager, if it were only down to his single-minded focus: Neil. However, focus doesn’t always mean interest, and Neil is constantly reminding Andrew of the path they’re trying to navigate.

But he’s there. Through everything in Neil’s turbulent adult life, Andrew has been there; solid and unchanging, the one thing he can rely on. And the tether between them counts for more than either of them will ever say.

“I think it’s finally getting to me,” Neil blurts out on on short breath.

“No shit.”

“I’m just- a machine for music. No matter how uncool it is to produce songs with autotune or whatever, no one’s denying that the way labels churn out artists is working. The default sound is a good one. We never fucking moved past motown, and I’m no better than any other artificial, constructed band with the same sad songs and big, blue eyes.”

Andrew’s hazel eyes turn to watch Neil, and even after years, the intensity is as jarring as it is comforting. (Despite everything, Neil likes being the only one Andrew chooses to see.) “It’s far too early in the tour for an existential crisis.”

Neil shrugs a little, helpless, because existential crisis is exactly what this is. “They’re not here for me. They don’t care who me is. I fought for so long to be myself and get the things that I wanted by myself and in my way, and I’m still - a legacy. I’m still Nathaniel.”

“Neil wasn’t as marketable a name,” Andrew says, flicking ash out of the window. “Sounds like a balding tennis instructor’s name.”

“After all this time, Neil still isn’t a real person. He’s a façade.”

Andrew throws the cigarette out the window and finally settles next to Neil, holding his chin in a rough hand and forcing Neil’s gaze to land on him and stay there. “You’re worth more than you think.”

Neil laughs, a bitter sound from deep in his chest. “I know my net worth. It was published in Forbes last month. It’s the only reason the Moriyamas let me survive to embarrass them another day.”

Andrew’s eyes are as steady as always, unmoved by Neil’s disbelief or the weak attempt at humour. Neil can’t deny he breathes better with Andrew by his side. (He doesn’t remember exactly when Andrew became irreplaceable, but somehow he can’t regret it.) “I do not care about Nathaniel Wesninski.”

“He pays your bills,” Neil answers, because the answer is always that. Without Nathaniel, Andrew and Neil wouldn’t be Andrew and Neil. Neil wouldn’t know about the gap in his life that only Andrew could fill, and the smell of smoke would still be associated solely with old fashioned pyrotechnics and the beach.

Andrew’s grip tightens slowly, the only display of emotion. “I’m here for Neil.”

Neil won’t believe that today. He probably won’t believe it tomorrow, or next week, or on the next scheduled TV show, but it’s still enough that he can tell himself that Andrew wouldn’t lie to him, and his chest eases.

At the end of the day, they have always been Andrew and Neil. Nathaniel does not exist in their spaces - he’s a fabrication, a cover for their lives to hide behind.

Neil closes his eyes for half a minute, and lets the world shrink to Andrew and Neil for just that time.

And for now, it’s enough.

Great fanfic authors: MistyMountainHop

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Commentary: This is an author that knows how to show emotions in small drops that then become a sea of complexibity and beautiful imagery. It’s almost poetic the way this autor evokes so much, and the humanity she gives the characters is something to cry for.

The best: Her Hyde’s POV is clean, intense and complex. She gives Hyde a unique voice and a chance to change without babying him.

My favorite stories by this author:

One Difference: Jackie Doesn’t Go to the Water Tower

Summary: Jackie doesn’t go to the water tower the night her friends deface it. Her absence leads to a life-shattering discovery, one she blames Hyde for.

Raiting: T

Welcome to Hydeville (One Difference: Hyde Doesn’t Toss Jackie’s Bag)

Summary: When Jackie tries to prove her coolness to Hyde, Hyde shows her just how uncool life with him would be.

Raiting: M

One Difference: Hyde Goes to Kelso’s Ice Shack

Summary: Kelso plans to get Jackie back by taking her to his uncle’s “fabulous” cabin in the woods. He has everything in place—the right lie, the right couple to emulate—but an unexpected variable threatens to dismantle his scheme: Steven Hyde.

Raiting: T


Summary: Jackie changes Hyde’s physical appearance to save their relationship—only he doesn’t know their relationship needs saving. Her bigger plan requires him to do things against his nature, and if he can’t do them, he may lose both her and himself.

Raiting: T

One Difference: Kitty Is Pregnant

Summary: Kitty is pregnant, and Eric begins to fear for his sanity. The impending new addition leads Hyde to a family-altering decision, one that no one is happy about.

Raiting: T

okay i said i was logging off but I got one more thing to say. *clears throat*

So I was reading anons being sent to @tayloralisionswift and I couldn’t help but notice how many people talked about feeling bad about themselves for *not having kissed, had sex, dated, etc. 

I sent this anon:

And I feel the need to add to it because tumblr freaking cut me off.

I’ve felt this way all though grade school and it sucked. I hated that that I was so uncomfortable with parties so even if I was invited to one I wouldn’t go. I don’t hate parties though, I hate drinking. And I hate that because I don’t drink, my likeliness of making friends and socializing in high school was limited. And that’s scarring. I watched all the pretty girls in tight dresses and heels go to parties and holding their red solo cups, and posting their pictures on instagram. And writing that I want to laugh at myself, but in that moment it sucks to be sitting at home, looking at that picture and thinking about how uncool you are. Which leads to, “Why would anyone want to be friends with me I’m not like that” which led to “wow k I hate myself.” 

And the same goes for dating and kissing and what not. We perceive a relationship to be what makes up happy because of society!! This is a taylor swift blog so I’m go to incorporate her into this. Someone I admire like no other even talks about this narrative and how she fell for it to as a teenager and part of her early twenties. (You can actually see the progression in her albums!!) Her album 1989 was really about realizing how happy you can be when you complete yourself. 

If a woman (who I consider to be so mature and beyond her years) can also be clouded by this narrative that society teaches us then so can you and so can I. Most women will tell you she was happiest when she was single because a relationship with yourself IS REALLY HARD, let alone a relationship with a another human being.

and let’s just get down to the last one. sex. If you haven’t done this then so what? If it’s really something you want to do, let’s be honest, you can do it. It ain’t that hard to go out there and find someone. But if you don’t want to, but you feel pressured to, don’t do it because there are plenty of stories out there about people who regretted having it just because. Trust your gut and do things when you want to and when you feel ready whether it be any of things. 


Just listen to Taylor Swift and eat ice cream because I’ve always found that to be more relaxing then living up to crazy standards that were started by fictional characters in a fictional narrative. 

lost-and-stagnant  asked:

A sequel to the Red/orange prompt maybe? C: you don't have to. I just love, love, love how cute it was. Was wondering what Beca would say and do.

Alright I have a spare 20 mins so let’s see what I come up with..

Bechloe - ‘Red’/‘Orange’ cont…

“What’s your favourite bear Chloe?” Stacie asked with a big grin on her face and The Bellas all turned to the redhead, Beca included.

“Probably a Giant Panda?” Chloe said with a shrug, scrolling through to find another Buzzfeed Quiz. The Bellas all laughed except Beca who had furrowed her brow. Chloe looked at them all in confusing, a bemused smile on her face, “Whaaaat? What’s so funny?”

“Beca is far from giant!” Cynthia-Rose chuckled.

“Yeah it’s not like we call her ‘Giant-Stack’…” Fat Amy smirked. Beca rolled her eyes and looked back down at her phone, but her ears were turning pink in embarrassment.

“I dunno you guuuys.” Ashley started.

“Ashley’s right, Beca DOES sleep a lot.” Jessica finished for her best friend. Beca frowned.

“And she is pretty picky with food…” Stacie continued thoughtfully.

“…she does only eat Pizza I guess?” Emily added.

“And she’s lazy!” Flo chimed with little tact.

“Plus she always wears that thick eye-liner like a Giant Panda…” Fat Amy muttered, motioning to her own eyes.

“You guys! I’m right here!!” Beca exclaimed and The Bellas all giggled, including Chloe who was beaming at her best friend. It wasn’t unusual for them to tease their captain. The room fell silent and Beca began watching the TV but after a little while she realised The Bellas were all still looking at her. “Whaaaat?” Beca asked in frustration.

“Go on then…” Cynthia-Rose said.

“Go on then what?” Beca asked, her brow furrowed.

“The Quiz!” all The Bellas called out in unison.

“Do the Quiz..” Fat Amy chimed with them.

“Why is this always so difficult?” Beca thought she heard Lily say while rolling her eyes and letting out a sigh.

“I’m not doing that stupid quiz!” Beca yelled out. And she got up and stormed out of the lounge overhearing one of the Bellas (possibly Stacie) yell “but how are we going to know if you and Chloe are meant for each other?”

Two hours later and Beca had calmed down. She was going to go to bed early. NOT because she was lazy. NOT because she always slept lots. And NOT because she was a Giant Panda…

The thing was she’d taken that dumb quiz and to part of her dismay and most of her curiosity it turned out she WAS in fact a Giant Panda!

Beca sauntered down the stairs of the little attic bedroom she shared with Fat Amy and went over to the shared bathroom to clean her teeth. She jumped as she saw Chloe stood in front of the mirror, brushing her own teeth. Beca smiled politely at her as Chloe took Beca’s toothbrush and handed it to her.

“Thanks” Beca said awkwardly as she held it out for Chloe to put some toothpaste on it. The two stood in silence as they both cleaned their teeth, catching each other’s gazes and smiling before looking away.

Chloe finished up then grabbed a make-up wipe. Beca finished up and paused.

“Sooooo…here’s the thing…” she said nervously, shrugging as though what she was about to say was no big deal, “…I got Giant Panda.”

Chloe froze and looked at Beca suspiciously.

“I’m serious! I took the dumb quiz and got Giant Panda so…”

“Sooooo…what?” Chloe asked as she threw the used make-up wipe in the bin and picked out another.

“Sooooo…I mean it’s a dumb quiz right?” Beca said screwing her face up to emphasise how dumb it was.

“Yeah. Totally.” Chloe said, matching Beca’s expression and body language, “Just a dumb quiz. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Right. Except-”

“-yes?” Chloe immediately interrupted, and she wore a somewhat hopeful expression.

“What if…it does mean something?” Beca asked nervously, looking intently at Chloe’s expression as the redhead looked at her through the mirror. “I mean…it’d be…interesting to see…if…if it does mean anything…right?”

A smile grew on Chloe’s face, “Right…yeah…like an experiment…”

“An experiment! Exactly! I mean, what does Buzzfeed know, right?” Beca said waving her hand as if dismissing it and Chloe let out a nervous giggle.

“Exactly they…they probably…know…nothing…” the redhead’s sentence drifted quietly off as she stared at Beca’s reflection in the mirror, noting just the brunette looked longingly at her…

“Right sooooo…it’s a date I guess…” Beca said with a shrug and Chloe nodded.

“Right. Yeah. A date.”

“Alright then…I’ll…text you a time and venue…” Beca said, then gave Chloe a thumbs up before grimacing at how uncool she felt, then scurried out of the bathroom.

Chloe turned on her heels and saw Stacie stood behind the door of the bathroom, her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth as she beamed at the redhead and gave her a thumbs up.