i also love that you can't just say her first name

so uh, i’m having an emotional crisis since voltron ended and i just?? want more??? i haven’t pined for a series like this in so long ahahaha

so now have that blade-of-marmora!galra!keith + altean!lance au that nobody probably wants feat. eventual mutual pining

Inspired by this art of rachelhuey (thank u for letting me running away with your ideas!!!)

ETA: fic (+the second chapter) is up in ao3 here

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"I am so dumb."

Okay, but like the first (and even like the second, third, you can go on) listen to “Marvin Hits Trina,” you’re so up in arms with a deep satisfaction that Whizzer and Trina are finally calling Marvin on his bullshit (We had fights and games / Marvin called us funny names / Marvin always played the clown) and then shock and anger at Marvin for freaking out and hitting Trina. And I’m not trying to justify Marvin’s freak out - it was completely inappropriate. But like, the “I am so dumb” declaration is one of the most important lines of the entire show - especially for Marvin’s development as a character. 

He isn’t /just/ freaking out because of the dissipation of a future that he naively envisioned (a tight-knit family, an ex-wife and lover and son that blindly adored him, making a male housewife out of Whizzer)…

He’s freaking out also because of what Whizzer said and what that means for his previous actions and sacrifices.

Whizzer says, “Do I love him? No.”

And that devastates Marvin. Because if that were true, then that meant Marvin would have to accept that all he did - leave his wife, alienate his kid, tear apart his family - was for nothing. 

It’s clear that Marvin loved Whizzer because he gave up everything for him. And it was in that moment that Marvin realized:

It was all for /nothing/. Whizzer didn’t love him. Like, his entire life is falling apart - and also, he now believes that he ruined his life and isolated himself from his family all for a guy that he loved but didn’t love him back (allegedly, of course).

Marvin says, “I am so dumb.” It’s so significant because throughout the musical, Marvin constantly bragged about being so smart and successful. Even in most of “Marvin Hits Trina,” Marvin is still bragging about himself (accusing Trina of “ruining his seed,” of trying to “make him look bad,” and essentially telling her that he did treat her well with the lyric “how could you ever deny what we had?”). But it takes Whizzer - someone who Marvin dehumanizes and calls stupid and who he obviously thinks is below him - to first knock him down by beating him at chese and then to destroy him further with one word: “[Do I love him?] No.”

Marvin finally feels dumb because now he thinks that Whizzer never loved him, that he threw his life away for a man who truly did not give two shits about him.

That part is so heartbreaking because it’s the peak of Marvin’s character development - Whizzer finally makes him stop blinding himself with all these self-praises and blaming other people for his mistakes in order to soothe his ego by tearing him down with a truth that Marvin had refused to ever accept.

Because if Whizzer didn’t love him, then that meant that Marvin would have to admit that he’s not so smart and desired and deserving of love. He’s “so dumb.” And that’s what makes him freak out. He let himself love and give up everything for someone who never cared, and it’s such a devastating blow to his self-esteem. He’s been “tricked” by some stupid tramp of man - someone that he thought he could always dominate and force his will upon.

I don’t know. It’s the best part of the first act - especially for Marvin as a character. I feel like that was the moment he stopped bullshitting himself and learned to face a very clear fact that everyone knew since the beginning:

Marvin /is/ so dumb.

Okay so someone (moi) went skating today and I just…. couldn’t stop thinking of Snowbaz??? So here’s some headcanons that /might/ get turned into an actual fic idk anymore XDD

  • So /technically/ they don’t really know each other bc school is a big place and ye
  • So Simon has a job at the local skate rink as one of those ppl that u know kinda just skate around the rink and help the ppl who fell get up
  • So ye here u are with Simon Snow with his golden curls and beat up pair of roller skates and ye
  • And one day Baz’s step mum forces him to take his sisters skating
  • Oh boy oh boy oh boy
  • So those little butts they force Baz to rent a pair of skates with them (cuz they “can't” skate)
  • So y’know Baz laces up the kids skates and then his skates and stands up
  • At first it seems like he’ll be fine
  • And the chiddlers go and skate no problem
  • Baz doesn’t get two feet without falling
  • Frick
  • But freaking Mordelia is like “C’monnnnn Bazzzzz.”
  • So shakily Baz gets onto the skate rink and he’s like uber embarrassed bc what the frick Mordelia you can skate perfectly fine by urself why couldn’t I just stand on the side and laugh at the ppl falling instead of being the person falling?
  • So I mean he almost falls a lot but it’s okay cuz he’s hugging the wall and it’s keeping him on his feet (but he is forced to skate in shame as kids that are like 5 years old zoom past him)
  • And then he gets to that part all skate rinks have that have no bars u know those places
  • Oh frick
  • For a second he thinks he has it and gets rlly excited for a sec (that dork)
  • And then he falls on his face
  • (As he puts it, his life flashed before his eyes)
  • Then Simon frickin Snow that graceful dorkface comes in swiftly and reaches a hand down to Baz
  • “Are you okay, Sir?”
  • Baz tries to get up but when he looks up at Simon he practically falls again cuz what the frick nobody has the right to be that hot
  • (Simon is literally thinking the exact same thing and it’s a miracle he isn’t looking like a tomato rn)
  • “Fine,” Baz grumbles as he gets to his feet
  • And to his embarrassment, he slips again, right into Simon Snow’s arms
  • Oops
  • So Baz is like super embarrassed and flustered and it’s a mess
  • And Simon is like squealing on the inside bc WHAT THE FRICK OH MY GODDDDDD but he keeps his cool bc he’s Simon idk
  • Anyway Baz skates away basically dying
  • And ye
  • But like the whole night Baz keeps falling and Simon keeps skating to him laughing and saying “Are you sure you don’t want my help?”
  • Baz denies every time
  • Soon the night comes to an end
  • And both Baz and Simon are a little sadder than they’d like to admit
  • (Those dorks. They crushin)
  • And then
  • The next week
  • Oh my gods Baz takes his sisters again
  • OFBSKSHEJDIWBWNEM
  • He doesn’t admit it but he wants to see Simon again
  • (DORK)
  • So the same thing happens as before
  • But at the end of the night Simon asks, “What’s ur name?”
  • “Baz.”
  • “Simon.”
  • THEN MY GODS OKAY WOW
  • So it kinda happens every week
  • They look forward to it
  • (A lot)
  • So anyway
  • Simon ends up telling Penny about him
  • “Oh my god Penny he’s so pretty.”
  • “Did you see his eyes? Aren’t they amazing?”
  • “Pennnyyyyyyyyyy I’m not done with my storyyyyyy.”
  • Then one day he calls her at like 1 in the morning
  • “Penny….”
  • “What is it now Simon? It’s 1am can’t I sleep?”
  • “Penny I….” Simon bites his lip
  • “What is it Simon?”
  • “How did you know you loved Micah?”
  • “Wha–is this about Agatha again?”
  • “I–what? No I’m just… curious.”
  • Penny takes a deep breath
  • “It’s when all you can think about it is them. It’s when you look forward to see them everyday and you miss them with every part of your soul.”
  • Silence
  • “Penny?”
  • “Yes Simon?”
  • “I think I like Baz.”
  • 0.0
  • Okay so cut to the next week
  • Simon sees Baz with his sisters and skates over to him
  • He’s like rlly nervous
  • But he goes up to Baz
  • “Hey um Baz?” Simon says. Baz turns around and to his surprise sees Simon
  • “Hey Simon.”
  • “Um… do you want to skate with me?”
  • Baz shrugs
  • They skate together
  • And it’s sorta killing Simon cuz BAZ IS SO SLOW
  • But his heart is racing like oh my god oh my god ohmygod
  • He’s rlly pink and Baz is wondering what the frick is going on
  • Like what the hell Simon?
  • Baz is too lost in thought that he doesn’t see some kid skate in front of him until he almost crashes into them and he doesn’t but he falls
  • “Baz are you alright?”
  • Simon holds out a hand
  • For the first time, Baz takes it
  • Electricity shocks through both of their arms
  • Baz stands up
  • Both of their hands are still linked
  • And then Penny that little devil who is in charge of the music changes the song in the middle of another song and plays “Can You Feel The Love Tonight”
  • Simon is so red and like god damnit Penny you had one job
  • But Baz is looking at him in a way that… he rlly likes
  • And suddenly they find themselves drifting closer together
  • (Or Baz is sliding that’s also a possibility)
  • And then my gods Simon is pretty much like “whatever” and kisses Baz
  • Baz’s head: FJDJBWKSHBWKHSHW
  • Simon’s head: KEHAKSGWHWNKFKENWHWN
  • basically both of them are dying but they like love it a lot omgs
  • And then the moment is ruined as Baz slips and both of them crash to the floor
  • Simon just laughs
  • “I-I like you,” he stutters
  • “I-I like you, too.”

anonymous asked:

Ok so I read the anon tag but it's all so vague I can't piece it together. Do you mind recapping it for me everything they've said and if any came true? They said don't be upset but like Elounor pics came out that day so was that suppose to be happy lol? Idk sorry to bug you but could you describe everything so far ://

for the most part, my anon warns about stunt related things, like articles and pap pics. i started getting them at the end of february, and they’ve been fairly consistent with sending them. going through every anon they’ve sent and fact-checking with articles and such would take a very long time.. so here’s a timeline of some of the main things they’ve said and what came true about it:

February 27th: “March 3rd. Be ready :) x”

this was the day we got elounor pap pics at the airport, showcasing them as a couple and confirming the rumors flying around about them getting back together

March 6th: “The contract is ending :) x”

this anon still confuses me a bit.. it’s regarding louis, as they sent me another anon saying “Louis’ . That’s why they are trying to ruin his name. It’s a smear campaign against him.” or i think it was them? this is before we had a system so i could distinguish the fake anons from the real ones

we don’t know specifically what contract it pertains to and if it came true yet. however, this anon was sent just a few hours before we got pap pics of ann marie thompson, head of media at syco, along with a few other lawyers entering louis’ la house. may be related? we probably need to wait on this one a bit

March 6th: “Keep an eye out :) x after tomorrow”

this was send 2 days before the music video for jho. march 7th we found out the music video would be dropping, and then it came out on march 8th. this was sent by a follow up anon saying “Music video :) x” on march 7th and then on march 8th, an anon saying “Did you like it ? :) x”

March 8th: “Its not too much for her. Articles. :) x”

this was the day eleanor left la and was papped. an article that day came out about the incident and how the girl was pressing charges. the next day, we got the article about eleanor leaving la and they used the pap pics. this was

March 9th: “Articles. :) x” and “Briana. :) x”

pap pics (obviously staged) came out of briana and ashley at the park with freddie. pics were used in an article that talked about the airport incident and louis getting back together with eleanor

March 12th: “Trying to make you believe. :) x”

this was sent on the week harry resurfaced in new york. a few days later, harry followed zoe kravitz on instagram so people speculated them being a thing (x), obviously still trying to enforce a womanizer image on him. this is what i think the anon was referring to, but it could mean something else

March 15th: “WTWCD. Third line. :) x” and “Pics :) x”

i received some song recommendations earlier on anon (the 14th), all of them being rolling stones songs. one of the songs was ‘when the whip comes down.’ the third line of that song is “i was a gay in new york.” later that night, harry took fan pictures at a restaurant in new york. this happened at like 1-2 am on the 15th

March 15th: “Pics. :) x” and “Sunglasses. :) x”

a few hours after getting these anons, harry was papped at an airport in new york, heading back to LA. the previous night he wasn’t wearing his sunglasses on the top of his head, but that night he brought them back

March 16th: “Gym. :) x”

fans spotted harry going to the gym later that morning in london. he did not take any fan pics

March 20th: “Girl. x”

the next day, eleanor and louis papped at james arthur concert. fan pics taken as well and there were rumors that louis and eleanor were kissing

March 21st: “Articles. :) x”

articles come out on the 22nd using the pap pics taken at the james arthur concert

March 22nd: “Buckle up, love x”

harry announces on march 25th his first single to be released on april 7th. ad for it is dropped, theme on twitter is changed, and he posts 3 white squares on instagram. website linked in bio on twitter

April 3rd: “Don’t be upset, Friday. x”

this can be interpreted two different ways.. one of which being, don’t be upset because harry is releasing his music on friday. one of the lines after all is “just stop your crying.” but it could also mean shit’s gonna happen, don’t be upset though. we did get pap pics of elounor at louis’ house so it could be this as well

April 9th: “A.K.J.Z. :) x”

so i was confused what this meant at first but then i figured out that it meant alicia keys jay z… they sing the song empire state of mind, which is about new york. i got this anon late on april 9th and then on april 10th, harry flew into new york city and we got pics of it on april 11th

hopefully this helps. i tried to be as specific as i could but i haven’t really kept track up to this point so i may have left a few things out. smiley anon is pretty helpful, wouldn’t you say so? :)

The white road

I am 24 when my doctor tells me that I was abused. She doesn’t tell me what happened to me, or plant any memories that weren’t already there. She takes what I have told her and she puts it all inside those six letters, that one word.

Before she takes my memories and gives me that word, I tell her that I have made the appointment because I want to know why I can’t stand being touched. I tell her that I’m 24 and I’m sick of flinching when shop assistants hand me my change, just in case their fingers brush against my palm and there is that fire again, the one that rushes up from my bone to the membrane of my skin any time it comes into contact that I wasn’t expecting. I tell her that I have been trying to do this properly, from dating to everything else, and it’s like I’m blocked. It’s like I’m missing a piece of myself that makes me an adult, or perhaps even a human, and I don’t know where it’s gone.

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Libraries and Piragua (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You were sexiled by your roommate on a day that you’d kill just to collapse into bed. You end up passing time with someone that makes your day end on a high note.

Word Count: 1,340

Warnings: Aimless plot, mentions of sex (nothing graphic), cussing, mentions of death (but character death like Abuela Claudia’s death in ITH mentioned is what I’m saying)

A/N: College AUs are my weakness, this is a demonstration of my knack for tying In The Heights into literally anything (and making my Classical Tradition professor proud with my Sophocles reference). Also, I am obsessed with the way Lin’s eyes are so expressive and was forced to take out approximately 1,000 references to them from this fic during proofreading.
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“Please [Y/N]? You owe me from that time you broke the coffee machine, [Y/N].” you muttered, mocking your roommate’s pleas as you trudged across campus to the library. You planned on mocking your own stupidity for agreeing to her request once you were done being annoyed with her. She had to pick the one day you ended up having a terrible, rushing-everywhere, everything-goes-wrong kind of day to seal the deal with the guy she’s been pining over for months. 

You yanked open the door to the library with an unnecessary amount of force before you stalked inside. You made it upstairs, appreciative of the near empty scene. There was only a few people scattered among the tables or computers along the wall. At least you knew you’d be left alone with your bitterness. 

You pulled out a chair to toss your bag onto before shedding your jacket. Once you got settled in, you pulled out your headphones and laptop. You popped in one headphone and scanned your library looking for a song that might ease your exasperation. Once you had it playing you pulled out your textbook and leafed through it, debating whether you wanted to be productive or not. You settled on not and shoved it away before pulling your laptop closer. With your one free ear you heard a chuckle and you internally sighed before turning to find its source. The table to your right had a boy who was looking at you amused. You wondered if the dark circles under his eyes meant he was as exhausted as you were.

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anonymous asked:

y'know, I never thought I could hate a character more than I hate Umbridge but then Wanda happened. I just... can't. fucking. stand. her. And then it's Clint... and even Natasha who betrayed Tony and I just need a life and friends and hobbies bc I spend all of my time obsessing over Tony and wanting him to be cared and loved and ok and I just... I HATE THEM!!!

Listen… before I get on to the Wonderfully Infuriating Subject of Wanda Maximoff, I’d like to say that I have 99 problems with Civil War, and the characterisations of my Good Boys Clint and Steve make up a good 95 of them. Just be warned, this rant is long and whiny as fuck.

I honestly really disliked Clint in Civil War, which sucks because he’s my Dumpster Son and he deserved better than just being reduced to The Guy With The Arrows, you know? What were his motives??? He was retired, he was spending time with his family, and then he just upped and left because ..what…Cap batted his eyelashes? Like… he had nothing to do with the accords. Nothing. He probably didn’t even read them; I mean Vision asked him to consider what he was doing and he did this Really Cool Eye Flicker™ before just saying ‘yeah lol okai considered bro’ and I mean?? You have children??? 

And then of course, the scene on the Raft. It’s kind of amusing in an infuriating sort of way, because I mean this is basically Clint summed up in a short piece:

Clint: *Breaks Law* For justice :))

Clint: *Is put in jail for breaking law*

Clint: :0 :0 This is UNJUST!!!!

And I mean, he appears to blame 100% of everything that happened on Tony, which I guess one could do when they’re angry and imprisoned and their other friend is standing on the other side of the bars. I can kind of get that from an objective point of view..? But? No? He’s an adult and he broke the law? That is… that’s what happens? 

Of course, when he makes that remark to Tony about Rhodey, all hope I had for his Civil War character immediately burst into an inferno and propelled itself out of the top story window. That was unnecessary and hurtful and untrue, and it made me want to slap the shit out of him.


Now. For Wanda.

If you like her character, then that is completely okay, but I don’t advise reading this.


Because I despise her. 

It’s not really her character, more as the way she was written. She had so much potential, to do so much good. But her origins are F U C K E D up, her attitude is childish (despite the fact that she is an adult guys!!) and her general character is quite frankly that of a whiny bitch.

We first see her in AoU, when she is working for HYDRA, after voluntarily (Voluntarily!! working for a terror organisation you guys!!!) Signing up for experimentation that had killed everyone else before her.
I mean, that alone tells you something about her character and her thought process.

Next, we discover that a missile with Tony’s last name on it tragically killed her parents. This is sad. This is horrible and no child should ever have to go through that.

But then she decides that Tony Stark Personally Aimed, Launched and Fired it, and decides to go on a ten-year murder plot in order to kill him for it, and that’s where the sympathy stops. Right there.

I know this is a common example, but Imma say it again because it’s important. If my parents were shot and killed by a gun that had the word ‘Beretta’ on it, I ain’t gonna go after the fuckin gun company. Why would anyone??? It makes literally no sense at all and just paints her as a villain who’s also lowkey stupid???

She had years to think these actions through, and yet still she did them. It literally does not matter about whether she helped for like the last hour of the Avengers film because the literal entire fucking world was going to be destroyed, and she didn’t want catastrophe on that scale.

You know,,, she just wanted to murder Tony. And obviously, the Avengers are his buddies, so lets try and kill them too for no reason at all!!!

She… I mean… God, she subjected Bruce to his worst nightmare and had him tear through a populated city,,, for the sake of destruction?? She literally just wanted to cause pain??? And you can’t tell me no-one died because of that because… it’s a fucking hulk? She purposely twisted all the team’s minds, and let Tony take the sceptre because she knew he could hurt people with it because of what she’d planted in his head? It’s… it’s disgusting?

You tell me ‘she’s changed’ and ‘she’s just like Tony, she used to be bad but now she’s good’ or whatever the fuck, but let me tell you this: Tony never, ever wreaked destruction for the sake of destruction. He never went out with the sole intention of killing specific innocents. He built weapons to p r o t e c t, which is why as soon as he sees they’re no longer doing that, he shuts that shit down. 

Wanda never seems to learn that lesson. Even when, For God Knows what fucked up reason, they appear to make her some sort of avenger for helping them stop the world ending (that, you know, she helped cause), she still doesn’t understand that her job is now to protect people? Her motives are still… idk selfish I guess?

“i can’t control their fear. Only my own.”

Well bitch u know what. Maybe if u stopped running off and trying to tell everyone that you, an incredibly powerful individual with a past involving terror organisations, are ‘above the law and don’t need the accords’, they’d… u know… stop being scared of u…


Don’t even get me started on what she said to Tony. I’m done with this shit. But yes anon I’m sorry this was so long but essentially, I very much agree. Good day sir.

anonymous asked:

PROMPT: Since we know next to nothing about the Acar family, can you please write an Iftar fic at Yousef's household and Mama Acar knows and so do his siblings (if he has any) and it's just a fun time but also Sana is super nervous!! If you don't have time or can't do it, I understand, but if you do, thank you so much!

Hey nonnie, this is two weeks late so I’m you’re still around and you like it! :D

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Sana has been staring at the clothes hanging in her closet for the past half an hour. She’s never this indecisive about what she should wear, but this wasn’t just any occasion.

She was going to Yousef’s house. For iftaar. She was going to meet his mother and sister.

Unfortunately, Baba won’t be there since he’s away for a business trip. Yousef had told her earlier.

 

Well nothing unfortunate about that as far as Sana was concerned, one parent was unnerving enough.

After much consideration she finally picked the white churidaar salwar kameez her mom had bought for her from the Pakistani store downtown, and matched it with a light pink hijab.

Elias was waiting in the living room, wearing a blue and silver kurta and looking “fresh” enough to give Mutasim a run for his money. When she walked out he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“No black?”

She frowned. “Is it too much?”

He got up to stand in front of her and then with a big smile said, “Of course not. You look beautiful sis.”

She smiled back and was about to say thank you when he added, “Yousef won’t be able to tear his eyes away from you for the entire evening.”

So she ended up lightly hitting him in the arm instead. “Elias! That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. What part of lowkey don’t you understand? It’s already weird that I’m tagging along to an iftaar invitation with all the boys, I don’t want his mom to catch him making eyes at me. Please don’t add fuel to the fire by saying anything inappropriate.”

Elias made a motion where he sealed his lips shut and then threw away the key.

With a sigh Sana followed him outside and got into the car.

As he revved the engine he said, “You know, It’s not like he’s the only one with the heart eyes. You turn into an emoji around him too.”

She tried not to grin but failed. “Oh shut up and just drive Elias.”  

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It turned out that Elias wasn’t the sibling she should’ve been worried about. Because as soon as Yousef opened the door, his nine-year-old sister Amena came bouncing up to them and exclaimed, “Is she finally here? The girl you’re always talking with on the phone?”

“Amena!” he gently reprimanded as he moved her aside to let them enter. Elias laughed while Sana smiled nervously.

“Sometimes I stand outside his room and all he does is talk about how much he loves your smile and beautiful you are.” She looked Sana up and down with an appraising and eye and then declared, “He’s not wrong you know.”

“Okaaaay, that’s enough.” Said Yousef as he gently clamped a hand on his sister’s mouth and picked her up to take her to her room before she revealed any other embarrassing details about his long conversations with Sana.

Elias was having a blast and called after him, “How come you never call me beautiful? I’m hurt.” He mocked while Sana turned redder by the second.

Yousef returned quickly and lead them to the living room where the rest of the squad was sitting. Adam, Mutta and Mikael got up to greet Elias and said hi to Sana.

“Where’s Yenge?” Elias asked just as Mrs. Acar walked in.

“Right here” she said with a smile. “It’s so nice to finally have you boys back in my home, you should come here more often instead of troubling Mrs. Bakkoush all the time.”

“It’s no trouble, Mama likes having guests over.” Sana said and Elias smirked at her, knowing full well how her constant complaints about his friends being in their home 24/7 had conveniently disappeared as soon as a certain carrot loving boy had confessed his feelings for her. Now she was suddenly as welcoming as her parents.

“Ah Sana. It’s so good to see you too habibti.” Mrs. Acar went over to give her a hug. “You look prettier every time!” she said as she kissed her cheek.

Elias elbowed Yousef and wiggled his eyebrows as if to say, “your mother approves” and Yousef just shook his head and smiled.

“Why don’t you all move to the table, there’s only a few minutes left.”

“Do you need any help Yenge?” Sana offered even though she hoped the answer would be no. Thankfully that’s exactly what she said.

Yousef discreetly whispered as he walked by, “You’re useless in the kitchen anyway” and then winked over his shoulder while Sana glared.

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There were three minutes left for Iftaar and they all raised their hands to pray. Sana closed her eyes and concentrated on her Duas, listing them one by one and finishing off with an Ameen just as the call to Maghrib prayer started.

Before she could reach for her first date her phone pinged with a new text. She looked across the table to see Yousef typing.

Yousef: Hmm, I wonder what you were praying for.

 

Sana: Don’t get too cocky, your name wasn’t mentioned.

 

Yousef: : (

She was about to reply when Mrs. Acar said, “So I hear you’re planning to follow in your father’s footsteps and become a surgeon Sana.”

She nodded. “That’s the hope Yenge.”

“Mashallah. In a few years I’ll be calling you Dr. Bakkoush.”

“In a few years you’ll be calling her daughter in law.” Elias, who was sitting next to her, muttered under his breath. Sana kicked his leg under the table while smiling sweetly at Mrs. Acar and he tried not to groan too loudly.

Amena piped up, “It’ll be good to have a doctor in the family.”

“Indeed.” Mrs. Acar agreed with a significant glance at Sana. She blinked, wondering if she was reading too much into it, but no one said anything more as they all began eating Mrs. Acar’s wonderful dishes, so she breathed a sigh of relief and took a large helping of the Fırın Makarna.

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She hugged Mrs. Acar goodbye and promised to come visit again soon. Amena winked at her and Sana patted her head, causing the little girl to scrunch up her face.

Yousef walked them out to their car. Elias embraced and thanked him, and with a knowing look got into the car so Sana and Yousef could have some time alone.

She leaned against the car and folded her arms. “So, not as disastrous as I had imagined.”

He laughed, “Oh, you were never so nervous. For no reason. Mama loved you, I could tell.”

“Yeah I noticed a little something too.” She narrowed her eyes. “Did you say anything Yousef?”

He did that thing where he reached behind his head and messed up his hair, his nervous tic. “Uh, maybe.”

She lightly his his arm. “Yousef!”

He caught her hand and then brought it close, rubbing patterns over her wrist with his thumb.

“It’s okay, they’re all pleased. Like I knew they would be.”

She closed her eyes and smiled. “Well, I guess it’ll be my turn soon.”

He raised her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to it. “Don’t worry about it. There’s no rush.”

After all, they had all the time in the world to spend with each other.

anonymous asked:

Hello! This is your online course adviser. It's been brought to my attention that you've suffered a recent lapse in self-control, due to pictures being circulated of certain TV characters. This has prompted cause for concern with regards to your being able to concentrate for long periods, without interruption, skills necessary for completing coursework. So we propose to test your commitment by asking you to complete a drabble of 500 words or less, using the prompt "I Can't Concentrate......."

@ladymatt This is BEYOND brilliant. My wine addled brain thought that my adviser found my blog somehow. Then I laughed my ass off. How about 700 words? Because I have no chill, and this was super easy.


“I can’t concentrate,” Alec said, dropping his phone on his desk and rubbing his hands through his hair. He picked up the next file from the towering pile.

Izzy grinned. “Tell Magnus to stop texting you. He’s got it so bad, I swear. You’ve only been at work a few hours.”

“Maybe it’s not Magnus.”

“It is. I can tell by that stupid smile that breaks out on your face every time your phone makes a sound.”

His phone buzzed from his desk, and Alec picked it up again, swiping the screen to see a picture of Magnus with a cup of coffee and bed head.

Coffee doesn’t taste the same when you aren’t here :(

Alec smiled and ignored Izzy’s laugh.

That’s because I make better coffee than you.

The reply was instant.

No. It’s because the view is better when you are home <3

Alec’s smile grew wider.

His sister cleared her throat, and he looked up at her while pressing the button to silence his phone.

“He’s sexting you, isn’t he?” she asked mischievously.

“I’m sorry, what?!” Alec said pulling his eyebrows together in confusion.

“Sexting. Don’t act like he’s not.”

“First of all, I have no idea what that is. Second of all, no.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t try to tell me you are dating Magnus Bane and you don’t know about sexting. I don’t believe you.”

Alec just stared back at her, his face a blank mask.

She scoffed, “Oh my god. Naked pictures. Dirty talk. You know…sex via texting.”

Okay, that definitely sounded like something he needed in his life, but he wasn’t going to admit that to his sister. Also, that was the dumbest name ever, so he was definitely not using that word, even if he did the thing.

“How do you ever get any work done, Izzy? Seriously. He just woke up. He was saying good morning….with his clothes on. Now get out of my office please.”

“Surrrre, I believe you,” she said with a wink and then sauntered out of his office, shutting the door behind her.

The moment she was gone he opened up his message thread and texted Magnus back.

My view is better when I’m there too.

He didn’t even bother putting his phone down this time. Truth was, he’d woken up late and left in a hurry, and he and Magnus didn’t get to start their morning off in their usual way, so he was definitely distracted. Then his sister had to go and put thoughts in his head of naked pictures of Magnus. That didn’t help his focus any.

Another message popped up.

Why did I just get a text from Isabelle telling me to stop “sexting” you so that you can get your work done?

Alec’s eyes got huge. Damnit Izzy.

Ignore her. Sorry.

He cringed and waited for a reply.

:( So you are opposed to the idea? Because my morning wasn’t as nice as it usually is. My handsome head took his HEAD to work.

Alec thanked the angel that Magnus couldn’t see his blush. He summoned up some bravery and typed.

I didn’t say I was opposed to it.

He watched the little text bubbles anxiously.

Are you alone in your office right now?

Alec’s heart started pounding faster as he replied.

Yes. As a matter of fact I am.

Magnus replied.

Good. Lock your door, now.

He jumped up and went to the door. He wasn’t sure why he would need to lock his door for texting, but he rarely hesitated when Magnus asked him to do something. Just as he was turning back around, a portal opened in his office and his boyfriend stepped out of it. Completely naked.

Alec stuttered over his words and nearly choked on his own tongue.

“Hi darling,” Magnus said, stalking toward him.

“Hi,” Alec said, breathlessly. “I thought you were going to text me.”

“Oh well, why would I settle for that when I can magically appear in your office?”

“Naked,” Alec said, looking him up and down before reaching out to pull him in.

“Perks of dating a warlock,” Magnus said, leaning in to kiss him.

“I love these perks. Way better than that other thing,” he replied, before kissing his love thoroughly.

i rly appreciate that neither Marinette’s nor Adrien’s crushes came from any instant-connection, love-at-first-sight nonsense.


i love that Marinette didn’t even know who Adrien was, despite his face being everywhere and his father being her favorite designer. maybe she’d seen his photos and his name around, but the pieces never clicked together, the info never stuck. 

because she’s interested in Gabriel Agreste’s work, not his family life or the people wearing the clothes he designed. 

and even though all those ads never caught her eye before, she has them plastered all over her room because now they represent a person. someone she’d met and misjudged until that moment he opened up to her and showed genuine vulnerability. his loneliness, uncertainty, regret, hope, kindness.

she still doesn’t know him all that well, but not many people do. she still idolizes him somewhat. but her feelings don’t come from seeing his friendly, controlled public facade—they came from seeing him drop it.


i love that Adrien is friendly and excited when he meets Ladybug, but he’s mostly just happy to be outside and meeting people and doing things. that’s what has all his attention: testing his new abilities, trying out his superpower, getting to know his partner a bit, rushing right into action and confrontations without hesitation (or strategy, or thought).

—and then, during that first fight, you can see his perception of her shift from “new partner! new friend!!” to “this is the most incredible person i have ever met” when she takes charge and coordinates the attack to its conclusion. aka, when he sees her creativity, her quick thinking, her courage, how all of her uncertainty turns into such intense clarity of purpose and determination, and it captivates him. cat-tivates?? stop me

(i also love that the first thing he says next time they meet is a flirty pun.)

watching their first fights together is seeing Adrien freefalling into a huge vat of cheese and sappiness loving Ladybug faster and harder with every passing moment.


it’s just really refreshing how absolutely personality-based their feelings are, how well they work together, how much they respect each other, and how unproblematic they are in general?? they make mistakes and cross lines, but they generally learn and recover.

like damn can more writers realize that writing for a healthy romance doesn’t have to be boring or conflict-free please

Time for Mama Sarah to appear

When I first got started in this fandom and first became a member of @innerinnercircle, I was known among the Morana Witches (our network) as Mama Sarah. I got this name because I tried (and sometimes failed) to reign in overenthusiastic smols and drama-thirsty people my own age. It was a joke and an endearing nickname, but it’s always been kind of accurate to how I’ve run my blog and interacted with the fandom. Mama Sarah hasn’t been around much the past few months, because for the most part, she wasn’t needed. But now? I need to bring her out again.

I am absolutely appalled by the behavior of this fandom since the release of ACOWAR. Never have I imagined seeing such vitriol coming out, but here it is. People are literally being bullied off the site because of personal attacks, nastiness, and anon hate. This is NOT how this fandom used to be, and I’m incredibly disappointed. I remember the days last summer when we were proud of ourselves for being “better than the ToG fandom” which had years of ship wars and drama built up (this isn’t a dig against them, just a comparison of the level of wank, as Harry calls it, at the time). Everyone just let one another be, let them enjoy their own ships, and meta about characters. Now, I honestly think we’re worse than the ToG fandom ever was. 

WE NEED TO BE BETTER THAN THIS. 

People are allowed to like or not like the book, and they are allowed to share their own opinion on their own blog. If you don’t like what you’re seeing from someone, unfollow or blacklist them! It’s okay! That’s how this website is made to work! DO NOT send them messages criticizing how they run their blog or, for heaven’s sake, calling them two-faced or making attacks against their personalities! I cannot believe what I’ve been witnessing over the past two weeks. I’m frankly ashamed by some of this behavior. 

Does anyone really feel good about themselves sending such nasty messages to people anonymously? Does it really make you feel better about whatever you’re upset about? This is grade school behavior, guys. There is a BIG difference between constructive criticism or calling someone out for a mistake and calling them a piece of shit or making insinuations about their personal lives. The latter is just entirely unacceptable. 

My follower count is only just beginning to recover from the blow it took before and during ACOWAR, and I really hate to have to make a post like this two days before my big announcement. But honestly, if you think that sending anonymous hate to people, intentionally stirring up drama, or bullying people is okay, then UNFOLLOW ME. That is not the kind of blog I run, and I will not be associated with people who think it’s remotely acceptable. We are all real people behind these blogs, and we should all be treating each other with respect and compassion. I’ve never told people to unfollow me before, but in this case, I pick standing up for what’s right over my follower count. 

I’m probably going to get messages accusing me of preaching, being a snob, or whatever, and that’s fine. I accept those consequences. But standing up for people who have been bullied is more important than that. I’m complicit if I stay silent. 

Also, if anyone has been bullied, know that my blog is a safe place for you to come and find comfort and understanding. It always has been and always will be. 

I’ve loved being a part of this fandom, but I need to put my foot down about this. I know I don’t have the power to control anyone, but I had to say something. Enough is enough. 

I love my kind, sweet followers and those who engage in discussion civilly and with compassion. I love my followers who stand up for what they believe in. But I do not in any way support bullying or vicious behavior. It needs to stop.

anonymous asked:

The problem with Emma's recent wardrobe is not that women who dress like that can't be badass, it's that it's NOT HER STYLE AT ALL. We've seen her wear dresses and skirts before (Pilot episode and in NYC in season 3B, for example) and they were totally her. This new Emma Swan wardrobe is so far away from what she's worn for 5 straight seasons (with some exceptions) that it rankles.

And that’s a perfectly valid opinion and criticism. I agree with you that Emma’s style has changed over the seasons, though I would say it’s been a more gradual change. I don’t agree that it’s “not her” - her style was different in the flashbacks, too, and if anything, young!Emma’s style was closer to what she’s wearing these days. Her post-Neal leather-jacket-and-tons-of-make-up days were literally her putting on armour against being hurt. Characters’ styles often do change to reflect their development. Now that Emma has found a home and a family and a safety net, she doesn’t need the armour anymore and it makes sense for her wardrobe to reflect that. Even before this season, if you look, you’ll see her without her jacket on in the loft or when she’s hanging out with the family fairly often, wearing knits and softer clothes.

That’s my take on it. You disagree, and that’s totally fine.

What I take issue with is people saying that her change of style reflects that she’s gotten weaker. Which first of all carries the implication that flowery/feminine = weak, and that’s utter nonsense. Emma is not weak and the creators of this show have not, traditionally, used flowery/feminine clothing to have that meaning (see also: Snow White shooting trolls while wearing a pink cardie). The only source for that flowery/soft = weak assumption is certain fans’ stereotypes which I would strongly suggest to them to re-examine.

The other problem I have with it is that I usually see this criticism in the context of blaming it on Hook or at least associating it with him. And that’s nonsense, too. Just because Emma is in love with Hook doesn’t mean everything she wears and does and says is about him, or because of him. Stop making everything the woman does about a man. Just because he’s a man doesn’t make him the centre of everything. And they don’t need to “make Emma weak” in order for her to be with Hook. She’d kissed and was with him by the end of season 3 - in what we all agree were her pre-”weak” days. And Hook has never, not once, shown anything but admiration for the tough warrior side of her. Not to mention that it’s fiction so they don’t need to make Emma anything in order to put her in a relationship, they can just write it.

For me, Emma’s change in style reflects her comfort level, the fact that she’s got a home and a family and support now. It also brings her closer, style-wise, to Snow. Emma’s role in the present is close to what Snow’s was in the past - hope, a rallying point, a leader - and now that she’s embraced that role, she matches her mother a little more than she used to. Again, that’s my take on it. I’m far from a fashion expert so I’m sure some people will shudder and disagree with me on this.

I have no problem with your position of simply disagreeing with this choice and thinking it makes no sense for the character. That’s fine. My problem is when people criticise it because “it makes Emma weak” because it pushes that “feminine = weak” idea. Maybe that’s not the intent, but it’s the result. Seeing Emma that way requires completely ignoring everything she’s been doing. And that brings up another problematic idea, namely, the one that her appearance is more important than anything else. None of the male characters get this much scrutiny and analysis of their clothes, but the fandom will spend weeks debating the female character’s dress in one episode. It’s very, very hard not to see that as “she’s a woman so her appearance is of vital importance”. Again, maybe not the intent, but definitely the result.

No one has to like her style or agree that it makes sense for her character. But I don’t like it when these assumptions and implications are brought into it, so I’m going to speak out and call them what they are, which is nonsense.

kentvparsin  asked:

oops i can't decide so here's 2 in case u wanna write a lot of things OR just like. pick ur preference!! 😘 1) patater + 9; 2) parswoops + 47!!

I’m gonna do patater first but i will write parswoops at some point!!

9. meeting online au

When Kent got the notification, he almost yelled and threw his phone across the room. But, Kent was a rational adult, so he calmly picked up his phone and saw that Alexei Mashkov followed his cats instagram. Kent was fine, he wasn’t freaking out that his crush ever since he freaking entered the NHL followed his cat on Instagram, but he also commented on a video of Kit and him. “very cute )))” Kent is allowed to freak out a little, so he does what every normal and calm adult does and calls Jeff. 

As soon as Swoops picked up, Kent started yelling. “Fucking Mashkov followed Kit’s Instagram! And then he commented on a video of me and Kit and said VERY CUTE with a bunch of weird smiles! What does that mean!” Swoops sighed, he was one of the only people who knew about Kent’s crush on Alexei so a phone call like this happens like every week. 

“It probably means he thinks the video is cute, Parse.” Swoops sighed again, “Listen, I’ll come over and we can have this conversation in person. So don’t start hyperventilating until I get there, okay?” Kent mumbled an agreement and hung up the phone. Kent plopped down on his bed, Swoops has a key so he doesn’t feel the need to get up and let him in.

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- i can't look at the sky

request: could you write one where the reader is Jason and Cheryl’s sister? Loved Afraid of Heights tysm x

pairing: jughead jones x reader

a/n: okay so I am writing this during my shift at the sleep room where I should be monitoring and watching babies sleep but I’m doing this instead. I should be fired but oh well……

also the title is a line from a poem that I love.

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Bees Sting

This is for “Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge” . The prompt is “ Negan x OC with a mental health illness.”

Negan x Bee

Warnings ~ Negan language, self harm, bit of angst, fluffy Negan (for those of you that prefer a more assholey Negan)

1500 words

I am writing more to this but wasn’t sure it would be done in time. So be on the lookout for another chapter!

I’m only tagging @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash & @negans-network as I’m not sure who would like this.

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anonymous asked:

Hi😘omg i loveyour blog so so much and i am so grateful that i found your bolg and your fics you can't even imagine. I was just reading every story in your mastelist and if you don't mind or when you have time can u make a fic where eleana is realy pregnant? Not where she lost another baby or where kaden bought clothes for orphan chids❤️❤️❤️pls and thank you

Since so many people have asked and I keep avoiding it, I guess I can give you a lil something. 

Or a 2k word something. All in the name of fun.

Psst. For some more you can look at my masterlist here if you want.

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Eleana watched as Drakon, the almighty and powerful, fluffed the cushions at her feet so she was more comfortable. She was laying on a couch, her long hair tangled around a myriad of pillows and her arms happily twisted in a white velvet blanket.

“Now how is that?” The bronze male asked. His eyebrows had knitted together and his hands were now steadily stationed on his hips. He ran an eye over her, evaluating whether he thought she had sufficient comfort or not.

“Perfect. Thank you.” Eleana offered him a sweet but tired smile.

He grinned at her, and pulled up a chair to sit at her head. Drakon was keeping her company while Kaden was off gallivanting with Miryam, and Eleana was thankful for it. Otherwise, she would be a nervous wreck. Her mate certainly was, no matter how hard he tried to disguise it, and Drakon and Miryam were not only very good distractions, but also wonderful hosts and people.

Eleana ran a hand down her bulging stomach. Only two weeks to go and she would finally be a mother. The pregnancy had been a hard one, she was sick every day and was often too weak to leave the house. Kaden was in ruins over her state, and constantly tried to siphon her pain to him through the bond. She kept reminding him that it’s not how the bond worked – you’d think he’d have it down after so long – but he insisted on trying anyway. She loved him for it, but also worried about how he might fare if… how he might fare if this pregnancy ended the way all their others had.

“There is something I need to tell you.” Drakon placed one hand on her forehead, and the other on her hands now settled on her belly.

“Yes?” Eleana rapidly became nervous, her mind thinking of the worst-case scenarios. It wasn’t Kaden, he was still sending messages of love through the bond every five bloody minutes, and it wasn’t Prythian. She had spies set up so she would know if anything major happened at her homeland while she was gone. So what made Drakon speak with such severity in his voice?

“Rhys and Feyre are coming.” Drakon said, and it was much worse than anything Eleana could’ve predicted.

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anonymous asked:

Hey could you write something about the skam squads ( girls, boys and balloon squads) are together at a party when the summer ends, and Yousef gets jealous when a guy approaches Sana and tries to flirt with her + Sana enjoying Jealous!Yousef... I can't wait to read it!

Hey :) This is not too long but I hope you like it. Let me know!  😊

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Summer is ending, school will start in two days, people will have to get back to their jobs. It’s bittersweet, really. 
Summer holidays ending means having to go back to your responsibilities, which you could forget for some time in your summer vacation. At the same time, the summer holidays ending means everyone comes back from their vacation and meet all together for the first time in weeks.

Since the last party at Chris’ house went so well, she decided to invite all her friends to an end-of-summer- party in her garden. She invited all the people that were invited to Eva’s birthday party as well.

The sun is shining bright, music is playing loudly, a lot of different foods are spread across a long table Vilde announced as the best buffet she has ever seen. Everyone brought something so that they have so much food from different cultures to eat. 

Mahdi, Adam and Vilde didn’t ever go far from that table since they arrived. 

Mutta and Chris have their plates full and went to sit on the grass and have been talking and laughing for the past half hour. 

Isak, Mikael and Even are deep into a discussion about different iconic movies. Being and living with Even has turned Isak into the same kind of movie buff Mikael and Even already are.

Magnus, Elias and Yousef talk about the latest football game they watched. Yousef never would’ve thought that Magnus is so into football but when Magnus overheard Elias and Yousef talking and heard his favorite non-Norwegian football team’s name, he immediately joined the conversation. 

As much as Yousef is interested in the conversation with his best friend and Magnus, his eyes keep on wandering around the garden and always find the same beautiful girl.

Sana is standing across the garden with Eva, Jonas and another guy Yousef doesn’t know. She looks as pretty as ever with her light pink hijab. She is happy, surrounded by her friends. 
Yousef just came back from his vacation in Turkey yesterday night. The first time he saw Sana after those two months of just texting and facetiming her, was at her house a few hours ago. The whole Balloon squad met at the Bakkoush house to walk to Chris’ house together. Yousef had hugged the four other boys to say Hello and Sana was standing there too. He knew he wanted to hug her but he also was hyper-aware that his friends, including Sana’s brother, were watching and waiting to see what happens. They didn’t even hide it. Both, Sana and Yousef, felt too weird then and on the way here they send each other looks. When they finally arrived here, Sana was dragged along by her friends she didn’t see for a few weeks either and Vilde had found Yousef and asked him non-stop about Turkey. Apparently she always wanted to go to Turkey.

Sana meets Yousef’s gaze from across the garden and smiles at him. This is torture, Yousef thinks to himself. He’s in the same country as her, they are in the same garden, but they’re not talking. Just sending each other a look every few minutes.

Sana turns to Eva who seems to say something to her and Yousef looks at the guy standing in front of Sana. He doesn’t know him but apparently all the Nissen-students here do because nobody asked about him.

Yousef nods along to whatever Elias is saying but his eyes are trained on Sana. He sees that Eva and Jonas leave Sana and that unknown guy. Yousef doesn’t care enough to know where they are going to follow them with his eyes. What he cares about is that the unknown guy looks after Eva and Jonas and then turns to Sana with a small grin. Yousef’s eyes widen and his blood starts to boil. He knows that grin too well. He is friends with Elias and Adam, after all. That grin can only mean that the unknown guy is interested in Sana, in a way that Yousef doesn’t approve of.

“Hey, Magnus.”, Yousef interrupts whatever Elias and Magnus were talking about by now. He couldn’t care less right now. “Who is that guy over there?”, Yousef points to the guy that is making Sana smile in this very moment. He loves seeing Sana smile more than anything but not if the guy in front of her has the wrong motivations.

“Oh, that’s Elias.”, Magnus answers oblivious as to why Yousef is asking. “He’s an old friend of Jonas.” Yousef just nods to that answer.

“Hey, he has the same name as me!”, Elias exclaims but Yousef just narrows his eyes at his best friend. Elias looks at Yousef with a look as if to say ‘What’s wrong’ but after he follows Yousef’s gaze and sees the other Elias obviously flirting with Sana, he understands. Sana’s brother doesn’t like seeing guys flirt with his sister but he also knows it’s not his business to get involved. What he also knows is that Yousef must be dying of jealousy because he can’t keep his eyes off of Sana and that other guy.

Sana looks over to Yousef and her brother and sees Yousef’s frown on his face. She raises her eyebrows as if to ask what’s up but he doesn’t answer with a smile like he usually would. Now it’s her turn to frown. She is confused. Why would he act like this now? The question is answered seconds later because Yousef is shooting daggers at Jonas’ friend she is talking to. Well, he is talking. Since Jonas and Eva left them alone Sana hasn’t said much, she didn’t get the chance to. But Jonas’ friend is funny though. That she has to admit. 

Sana realizes Yousef is jealous. And he doesn’t even try to hide it at all. Sana nods along to what Elias is saying to not be rude but she is distracted. She can’t help herself and looks over to Yousef, too often. He’s doing the same. He is nodding along to what Magnus is saying but he is distracted by Sana. Should he go over there? Just invite himself to their conversation to at least be close? 

Yousef watches as the random-Elias guy says something and makes Sana laugh out loud before smiling to herself. To that the random guy also smiles to himself, knowing he’s successful with his attempts to flirt. 

That’s it. That’s enough. Yousef is in no way controlling. Sana can talk to whoever she wants to. But he hasn’t had the chance to properly talk to her since he came back from Turkey and now that random dude has been talking to her and making her laugh for the past ten minutes. 

From the corner of her eye Sana sees Yousef approach them. She noticed Yousef watch them talk and how his usually friendly face turned ice cold. He kept on glaring at Elias. Sana thought to herself, if he minds this situation so much, he can come over. And when he didn’t but kept looking like he was ready to scream any second Sana decided to have fun with it.

Whenever Elias made a joke she laughed more than she would have normally. He is really funny but she was too distracted by a tall, lightly curly-haired boy to fully get into the jokes. And it worked. Every time Yousef’s frown would get deeper. Sana almost feels bad for making Yousef look like that. She loves his friendly smile he always has ready to show everyone. 

Her guilty feeling vanishes as soon as Yousef walks up to them and stand right next to Sana.

“Hi, I’m Yousef.”, Yousef says to Elias. Yousef doesn’t know how but he manages to not sound too harsh.

Elias puts his hand out for Yousef to shake: “Hey, man. I’m Elias.” Then he looks at Sana and grins at her: “The same name as Sana’s brother.”

Yousef scoffs quietly and raises his eyebrows unimpressed. Sana notices and looks up to Yousef who is standing so close that their hands touch lightly. She is enjoying this more than she should. She decides to play along a little more.

“Yes, and he’s as funny as Elias is.”, Sana mentions and shows Elias a small smile and then looks up at Yousef again. He has his lips pressed together and obviously tries to not show how much he hates this. Sana meets his gaze and smiles innocently. 

Yousef then looks away from Sana and again to Elias. “Hey, man. I think Jonas was looking for you!” Sana chuckles but presses her lips together. Elias looks confused but looks around the garden for Jonas but he is nowhere to be seen. That’s what Yousef notices too so he quickly adds: “I think he’s inside and needs your help with something.”

Once Elias is gone, Sana and Yousef turn to each other and stand in front of each other with little space between them.

Yousef is still frowning but when Sana smiles brightly at him his expressions soften a tiny bit.

“Is everything okay?”, Sana asks him innocently. 

Yousef raises one eyebrow, silently asking if she is being serious.

“Don’t act like you don’t know.”, he says and now that he thinks of it he lowers his head a bit embarrassed because he was so being so obvious with his jealousy but he couldn’t help it. 

“What do you mean? What did Jonas need Elias for? We were having a fun conversation.”, Sana says and tries to keep a straight face. She really is having too much fun with this.

Yousef looks her into the eyes and lightly tilts his head: “Sana.”, is all he says and looks like this really bothers him. 

Sana nods and reaches for his right hand. He is surprised by her action but doesn’t mind at all. Sana looks from their intertwined hands into Yousef’s eyes.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”, she confesses indirectly that she did exactly what he thought she did. Annoy him with something she knew Yousef would definitely get annoyed by.

“No, you’re not really sorry.”, Yousef exclaims but starts smiling his smile only reserved for Sana again which makes Sana’s heart grow. 

Yousef strokes the back of Sana’s hand with his thumb and Sana needs to concentrate to be able to answer. “Okay, true. But it was really funny seeing you jealous.”

“Sana!”, he says annoyed but then laughs. He loosens his grip on her hand but doesn’t let go quite yet. “Maybe we should see if you get jealous at all.”, he suggest with the same innocent smile Sana was sporting minutes ago. Sana quickly stops laughing and tightens her grip on his hand a little and shakes her hand.

“Okay, I’m sorry. Now I really am.”

“Yeah?”, he asks, now smiling.

“Yeah.”

Baby Girl You're Just My Type (Seventeen Preference)
  • S.Coups/Seungcheol: Definitely someone girly; he's the tough, man's man, and he'd need a very feminine partner to contrast that. He seems like an ass man to me, so someone who is very bootylicious and likes to show off their ass/doesn't mind having it grabbed. He'd also probably be into a girl who is quieter or who doesn't feel pressure to talk a lot so that he can be the one to do the talking, and so that he can feel listened to, and so that the two of you can just sit in comfortable silence when you feel like it. He would love the type of girl who can wear heels all the time and not feel overdressed, but also rocks a messy bun and flannel. His type all around would be the "girl next door" to the extreme, but in a good way.
  • Jeonghan: He would like a softer type of girl. Being someone who doesn't conform to gender norms himself, he would never be opposed to dating a tomboy or someone who often bounces between ultra feminine and masculine. He just wants someone who would be easy on the eyes - someone that everyone could look at an agree is absolutely beautiful, just like him. It would also have to be someone with amazing hair, so that you could be a stand out hair power couple. As personality goes, he would enjoy who is very cute without trying. Maybe they're awkward or clumsy but this turns out very cute and he enjoys those moments to the maximum even if you get embarrassed, just for the cuteness. He would also like someone shorter than him so that he can lay his head on top of you during hugs, and he can cover you completely when spooning.
  • Joshua/Jisoo: He would want someone opposite of him. He's all shyness and blushes and giggles, so he'd need someone who's confidence and certainty and standing tall. He would love the contrast you make against him and the confidence you give him when you're together. He also loves that when he gets shy or embarrassed he can bury his face into your shoulder or hair and you'll be the one laughing with a brave face because you enjoy how cute he's being. He'd also want someone very cuddly. Because he seeks physical comfort, and he would want his partner to be very okay with that happening when he needs it. And although he might not always be completely okay with showing PDA because of how shy he is, his ideal type would also know how to use words to calm him down and make him feel good because you would be smart and linguistic like that.
  • Jun: As predictable as it sounds, Jun would like a bad girl. But not just a "bad girl", a genuinely bad, doesn't give a fuck, bad attitude kind of girl. The kind of girl that the rest of the boys and Pledis would hate and probably ask him to stop seeing. Mostly because he would like the thrill. This is the kid who 9/10 legitimately thinks he's a vampire, so if he found a girl who smoked and had dozens of piercings and tattoos and swore more than his little ears could handle, he would want to hold onto you forever. Eventually he would find out you have a whole other side, a softer side, and this would just make him melt, and then you'd never get rid of him. Because as much as fishnets and barbells are appealing, actual emotions are like the jackpot here. And he would follow you around like a lost puppy, hanging on your every word, waiting for your next move, wanting to see just how bad you could get. You just might get sick of him. But he would be a lovesick puppy because being with a bad girl is the closest he's ever really come to living on the edge.
  • Hoshi/Soonyoung: Hoshi would need someone versatile. He can go from literal puppy to walking sex monument in two seconds flat, and he needs someone who can embrace his many sides and roll with them. I can also see him falling for a plus-sized girl. Saying that he enjoys the curves more and that your gorgeous body is part of what captured his attention when the two of you first met. He'd want a girl who is very good at taking care of herself, but can also take care of him when he needs it. He can work long hours and dissolves into a child-like state, and he needs somebody there to pick up the pieces and put him back together at the end of a hard day. He might also like a girl that he has to bring out of her shell a little. Maybe you're more shy around others, around the boys, and from time to time he has to help you loosen up and he loves that about you. He loves the challenge, and he loves the reward of when he finally gets to see the same you in public that he does in private.
  • Wonwoo: He would go for one of two types of girls - he would either date the ultimate goth girl and live out his emo dreams, or he would date the softest, girliest hipster/kawaii girl and defy everyone's expectations. If he dated a goth girl, they would match perfectly in your emo appearance and attitude, and your occasional slips of undeniable cuteness and happiness. Black is the perfect color that goes with everything, so he would love seeing his girlfriend dressed in it every single day, and would delight in finding black lipstick stains on his skin and even items of his clothing. He would also love that he would get to see the cutesy and caring side of you that people never expected when they saw your harsh appearance, and he would always be right their defending you if people judged you too harshly. If he dated a super soft kawaii girl, it would a lot like the cinnamon roll meme. It appears that he could kill you, but he is, in fact, a giant cinnamon roll, and he is protecting you, a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this earth, too pure. That's what he believes and that's what he upholds. He doesn't let anyone come near you, look at you the wrong way; he doesn't even let anyone speak badly about you when you're not around. You would be his one weakness, and he would both love and hate that about being with you.
  • Woozi/Jihoon: His ideal type is definitely someone who appreciates music. Someone who can listen to his work and it's afraid to give him critical feedback about it, but also isn't afraid to tell him when it's perfect. He wouldn't mind dating someone taller than him. He might even enjoy dating someone taller than him, but continuously claim that it's just a coincidence (I mean he is only 5.3") when in reality he enjoys the bear hugs and feeling so safe all wrapped up in you. He's the type of guy to feel confident and secure enough that he doesn't need to be taller than his girlfriend. He would also want a to date a girl that he finds genuinely interesting. Whether this be because you're into the arts, or because you're athletic, he'd find something about you and then from there, he would want to learn everything about you. He'd study you like it was his job. He also might prefer a girl with coloured/pastel hair so that you could match and be ultra cute together.
  • DK/Seokmin: DK would want to date a sporty girl. He would love everything about you from the fact that you always wear ponytails to your muscle tone to your yoga pants (probably especially the yoga pants). He would watch you jogging by one day and be hooked. He'd want to know your name, everything about you, and the fact that you might not be much of a talker only baited him so much more. He would love dancing with you and trying out all the sports that you're into, even if he sucks at them. And in the rare moments that he could get you to open up, that he could get into your mind instead of the physical aspect of your being, he would feel so rewarded he would be over the moon. He would also love the times that you dressed up. Seeing you all the time in sportswear, you always looked amazing no matter what, but when you dressed up, it always shocked and amazed him, and reminded him that he was so lucky to have you.
  • Mingyu: He would probably like a really quiet, shy girl. As cheesy as it is, he would be the type of guy to dream about finding the introverted girl and sweeping her off her feet. He would probably think it's so romantic and dreamy to pick up a girl at a coffee shop or a book store and all the other boys would make fun of him because deep down he's just a sucker for John Green and Twilight. He would want to find a girl who would blush whenever you looked at him and giggle at all his jokes and used her hair to hide her face out of shyness. He'd be a sucker for a girl who had sweater paws and stared at her shoes and spent a lot of time reading or writing and liked watching old movies. He'd get weak in the knees for a girl like that.
  • The8/Minghao: I can't really pin down his ideal type. He is a puppy, but at the same time he's very mature, so I feel that he'd be very versatile when it came to girl. He mostly would probably wouldn't care what his girlfriend looked like because he believes that all girls are beautiful in their own way. But if he fell for someone, he would fall hard and fast. You would sweep him off his feet, probably within days, and he wouldn't know what hit him. He might even think he was getting the flu with how lovesick he was feeling. He wouldn't be able to get you off his mind and he would come to the undeniable conclusion - you had captured his heart. You were his ideal type.
  • Seungkwan: He'd want someone sassy. He is the king of sass, and he'd want someone who could at least try and compete with him and his sassy antics. This also means you would have to have a very good sense of humor, because even though he can be very serious, he loves his jokes. He would also need someone to help keep him calm, because he gets very tense and aggravated (especially when asked to do aegyo) and he'd need someone who knows how to calm him with words and simple touches. I also think he'd want his girlfriend to be stylish. Because, let's be honest, out of all the boys I think he'd be the one to most pay attention to what his girlfriend is wearing. So if his girlfriend has a very defined sense of self style and image, he would be very proud to be around her and show her off to everyone.
  • Vernon/Hansol: I feel like he would actually go after a very nerdy girl. On stage he's all "$wag $wag money" but he's actually just a huge dork, so I feel like a nerdy girl would be the perfect match for him. Someone who would watch anime with him and obnoxiously scream the themes, someone who would poke fun at him and not mind being mocked as well. He probably also thinks that glasses are hot, so he would embrace that in a girl. He's got plenty of confidence, he's maybe even a little cocky, so he needs someone who will knock him down a few notches and remember to keep him level headed. He would love someone who's really smart, who can teach him things, someone who's very energetic like himself, very enthusiastic about life. I also feel like he'd be very into just sitting and listening to you talk for hours about what your passionate about - whether it's TV shows, or the book you're reading, or stars - he'd just want to listen because it would give him peace and it would give him a chance to learn more about you.
  • Dino/Chan: He's the little maknae (which nobody will ever forget) so he needs somebody who will balance him. Somebody who can be funny and immature with him when the time is right, but also somebody who can be serious and talk about serious things when he needs that. I also feel that he's still uncertain - he's still young and shaping his confidence, so he needs someone who's not afraid to shower him with compliments to help him boost his confidence over time. He would also need to date someone who shares his interests (dancing, music) but can also introduce him to new ones that you can explore together and use to bond. Overall he needs someone stable. He wouldn't do well at all with someone playing with his feelings, he needs someone to be straight with him (where some of the older boys might like "the chase"). Dino would probably also like someone very girly who wears skirts and has longer hair.
  • AN: yeah so this is the obvious thing so post under kpop, right? sorry if it's kind of all over the place, i tried. i also tried to make it a little more unique than other ones i've seen and i genuinely tried to imagine what each of the boys types are. pls lemme know what you think! <3
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  • "You can't have sex with your neighbor's backyard above-ground pool."
  • "let me help you out of that swimsuit-- POOL."
  • "I sure hope we become best friends! but I don't hope we have a falling out, leading us to have a tense, emotion-heavy, dramatic, competitive, love/hate relationship later on."
  • "so anyways I regain consciousness, there's cops everywhere, (name) is covered in blood, got an icepick-- haha it was kind of a weird tuesday."
  • "we're gonna be late for anime school!"
  • "I'm just saying, is it illegal if I'm in my OWN pool?"
  • "WHAT'S UP SLUTS. GUESS WHO JUST GOT OUT OF PRISON!"
  • "(name) WAS A BITCH-ASS POSER."
  • "oh no, he's hot when he's sad!"
  • "this reminds me of prison. this reminds me of prison. this DEFINITELY reminds me of prison."
  • "look at that little pimp. he's gonna grow up to be a prison ass mothafucka."
  • "let's skip all the fluff and get to the part where we're shirtless."
  • "homeboy looks like shark week, I ain't messin' with that."
  • "It wasn't a dream! We got arrested for trespassing! We went to JAIL!"
  • "Nah, man, we went to holding. there's a big difference."
  • "Yeah now we owe Easter Dave a favor-- that is NOT a position you wanna be in."
  • "Wouldn't we have seen him around by now? I mean he is a bipedal shark-person."
  • "I'VE GOT MACE!"
  • "Was macing us really necessary AFTER you remembered who we were?!?"
  • "you took the fall for me and I said thank you."
  • "I went to jail!"
  • "I spent 6 months at a correctional facility!"
  • "I stabbed a girl in the yard!"
  • "I think that guard you killed had a family!"
  • "look at that majestic ass mothafucka. like a dolphin or some shit. a dolphin with legs... and arms... and a jetpack."
  • "BITCH GET IN THE POOL!"
  • "that's how they do it in Austrailia."
  • "20 bucks on jabber jaws."
  • "hey, man did you Tivo Glee last night?"
  • "I'm not allowed to watch Glee, my dad says it might turn me into something bad. A musical theater major."
  • "Neither one of them even died!"
  • "they won't let me back into sewing club because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needles it's deemed 'inappropriate' and I 'have to leave'."
  • "I have to tumblr this!"
  • "a guy with emotional issues who swims away his problems? Lady, that's the whole team, you're gonna have to be more specific."
  • "I ship them! and them!"
  • "they hate each other, but they also fuck each other!"
  • "hey we try not to get this part of the gym wet so whatever you're doing is gonna have to stop."
  • "so do you wanna come back to my place, listen to some Dave Matthews and talk about my work out routine?"
  • "I wonder if that stuff I hid is still here? ...nah, cops probably took it."
  • "do you know? do you know for sure? Because I don't need another incident."
  • "If I get out of this chair I guarantee you'll end up in one with wheels."
  • "Ok. I'll admit, I'm a little threatened."
  • "'sup bitches!~"
  • "aren't you that guy who drowned a kid? and burned down that building?"
  • "get back to it before you learn a lesson in post-war, urban torture practices."
  • "Remember, snitches get stitches!"
  • "shut up you're high as balls!"
  • "you're just mad because mom and dad thought you were a girl for the first year of your life."
  • "right, son. and speaking of crushing disappointments-"
  • "coach tried to get me to vandalize a police station again."
  • "good thing I wore my Heelys."
  • "he's so hot but so crazy! which makes him even MORE hot!"
  • "Come on let me get those digits baby!"
  • "It should be illegal to be that fine!"
  • "oh just basic addition and subtraction. he was subtracting from my profits so I'm going to add a few extra holes in him."
  • "this doesn't seem like the time for polka-renditions of Ke$ha songs."
  • "I hate it when you leave but I love watching you go."
  • "Yeah I've seen him. He's in my scrapbook class. He cuts the eyes out of magazine photos."
  • "your arrest record is extensive... and amateur."
  • "the fact that you continue to avoid indefinite incarceration is insanityAND THE FACT THAT OUR LAW ENFORCEMENT CAN'T PUT AWAY SOMEONE WITH SUCH BLATANT DISREGARD FOR CONVENTIONAL CRIMINAL FUNCTION BAFFLES THE MIND."
  • "I want that boy to be my bride!"
  • "Pilates will do that man, works your core."
  • "what are we waiting for? let's go bro! let's gbro!"
  • "wow you sure said that."
  • "WOOP! WOOP! hold it, I'm gonna have to pull you over for exceeding recommended hotness."
  • "One time we went camping in the woods, I just left 'em there. Nobody found them for like 5 days. I don't even think their families cared, kinda sad, really."
  • "So, what you're saying is, if they disappeared, no one would notice?"
  • "well I've gotta go not talk to you anymore."
  • "I learned how to swim the old fashioned way. When I was five my dad took me out to a lake and tossed me right in the water."
  • "I'm so happy right now! --and it's not just cause I get to see you in a bunch of different swimsuits. Ok I lied, I'm sorry, that's mostly the reason."
  • "SHE'S A WITCH! PUSH HER IN THE POOL!"
  • "hey I know you! You helped me smuggle some stuff out of the country! How've you been kid?"

anonymous asked:

i can't wait for part 2 of the recent jumin cheating fic pls rip my heart out with angst okay adios i love u

Author’s note: it’s 4am || Is this enough heartbreak?? Yes?? No?? Idk??  part one here !!

Part 2 (of 2)

It’d been a week since that day.

You snapped your head in the direction of the moan. What the hell was that?

Your body felt heavy as you forced yourself to investigate the noise. You found yourself staring at the closed door of the master bedroom.You glared down at your trembling hands. 

Stop itthere’s no reason to be afraid.

But, if that was true, what was stopping you from bursting through the door? Your fingers tightened around the cold knob. 

Jumin loves me. 

In one short moment of insane courage, you twist the handle; He loves me, you reassured yourself again before entering the room.

“MC? Are you awake?”

Jaehee’s voice pulled you back into reality. Instead of responding, you rolled over, facing your back toward her.

“I understand you don’t want to talk, but it’s 3 in the afternoon and you haven’t had anything to eat.”

You remained silent. Jaehee had been kind enough to let you stay with her, yet here you were, repaying her with a cold shoulder.

“…I’ll go get something for the both of us. I’ll be back soon, MC”

As soon as Jaehee shut the door, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You closed eyes, and let your mind wander again.

He loves me.

Numbness spread across your body like a wildfire. It was like a bad car accident, it hurt to look at, but you just couldn’t turn away. Except, instead of cars, it was your fiancé fucking another women on top of the bed you once shared. The air smelled like a mixture of cheap perfume, sweat, and Jumin’s cologne. There were clothes scattered everywhere, and two empty wine glasses on the floor, decorating the room like a cherry on top of a Sundae. 

Not that you noticed any of this. You were still telling yourself it was all just a horrible nightmare. After hearing another pleasured filled moan from Ms. Jhang, you didn’t even know her first name and here she was ruining your life, you felt a rush of emotions hit you.

You tasted blood, and that’s when you realized how hard you were biting your lip, attempting to keep the bile from rising up past your throat. You tried to back out of the room, but your feet were cemented to the ground. How have they not seen me? How much time has passed? It felt like eons to you, but in reality, it had only been a couple seconds.

“Shit, MC?”

Ah yes, your ex-lover had finally noticed you. You wanted to open your mouth and say something, say anything, but I guess your voice was another thing Jumin had taken that night. He had moved closer to you, almost an arm’s length away. You looked up and saw his mouth moving. Has he been talking this whole time? Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on his voice, hearing nothing but a low buzz.

When you opened them back up, you focused on the floor instead of his eyes. You saw his feet continue to move forward, as if he was trying to suffocate you with his closeness. Something caught your eye and you tilted your head. The navy blue tie. My favorite.

Your body was on autopilot when you bent down and picked up the fabric. Running the silk between your fingers, you looked back up at Jumin.

“Did she take this off of you?”

You were taken aback by the strength in your voice, and by the look on Jumin’s face, so was he.

“MC, I’m back with food! Also, Zen’s with me, he wanted to visit you again.”

If your eyes weren’t so puffy, you would’ve rolled them. When you heard your stomach growl at you, you wrapped a blanket around your body and slipped out of bed. You peaked out the door, but squinted when the light hit your eyes.

“Why is it so damn bright in here, Jaehee?”

She turned around with a giant smile on her face. “You’re up! Did you come to eat?”

“Is there any beer?”

“…Zen brought some.”

You held out an open hand, expectantly waiting for a cool drink. Instead, Zen handed you a hot plate of fried rice. The smell was tempting, but it wasn’t what you wanted.

“No.”

Zen took sunglasses out of his back pocket and slipped them over your eyes. “These are for the brightness, and I’m not giving you any beer until you finish your food.”

The plate was starting to burn your hand so you looked for a place to set it down. Walking into the kitchen, you took a seat at the dining table. You got another wave of delicious aromas from the rice, and your stomach begged you for a taste.

“Okay, okay, calm down. I’ll eat it.”

Pushing the rice around a bit, you finally decide on what portion you wanted to nibble on first. When the first spoonful entered your mouth, you happily sighed.

“Has she told you exactly what happened?”

Zen was trying his best to whisper, but his stage voice betrayed him. You could basically hear Jaehee shaking her head no. The only people who knew what went down in that room were you, Jumin, and Ms. Jhang.

“C-come again?”

You held up the navy silk. “Did Ms. Jhang remove this tie from your neck?”

If you hadn’t been so determined on getting an answer, you would have noticed that a certain long-haired woman had gathered her clothes and tiptoed across the cold hardwood floor, right out the door. Of course, you were too blinded by your emotions to know the, still no first name, Ms. Jhang had left.

His messy hair bounced around as he nodded up and down. “She did.”

You felt laughter bubble up in your stomach, and you tried to refrain from smiling. I put that tie on him, and she took off. If that isn’t some damning symbolism, I don’t know what is. Your emotions were swirling around inside of you, so when you finally opened your mouth to respond to him, you had no idea what to expect.

“Okay.”

Well, you weren’t expecting that.

“Okay?”

And neither was he.

Jumin stepped right in front of you grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his chest.

“Stop it, Jumin.”

He slowly placed a hand on your chin.

“Please, I-I can’t breathe.”

He tilted your head up and looked you in the eyes.

“S-Stop.”

When he started to lean in, you felt a steady burning in your chest. Was that from all the anger? The sadness? The pity?

Whatever it was, it gave you the power to shove Jumin away from you. “Did you not hear me? I said STOP. As in, ‘Don’t ever touch me again,’ you ASSHOLE!”

The shock on Jumin’s face was priceless. Heck, it would’ve even been funny, given the right circumstances. The man you fell in love with was now a teary eyed little boy, quivering in front of you. In another life, you might have even been sorry for him.

It took all of your strength to turn around. You tried to take a step, but something stopped you.

Not something. A voice.

“Please don’t leave me.”

You barely heard him over the sound of your own sadness screaming out in your head. There was a new feeling in your chest, not a burning one, but a hollow pain. A pain that spread to your fingertips, to the back of your neck, and to the bottom of your feet. A pain that consumed you. A pain that whispered, ‘take him back.’

You focused your eyes on the door. Like a toddler just learning how to walk, you mentally told yourself, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. Your hand caught on the door frame, as if your body was trying to fight your decision. Swallowing every single feeling you had, you turned to look at him. He was not going to have the last word.

“Leave you? No. You’ll always have a piece of me, Jumin. And on those nights when you think that tiny piece of me is enough for you, I want you to remember, you could’ve had it all. You’re a fool for doing this, but you’d be an even bigger fool to not realize what you’ve lost. Goodbye, Mr. Han.”

Your sweaty feet stuck to the wood floor, but you couldn’t hear them over the sound of his cries. Not that you cared anymore. You didn’t even realize you were outside until you saw your ragged breath turn into fog. Shaky hands held your phone up to your ear.

“MC-”

“Jaehee, pick me up outside of Jumin’s place as soon as you can.”

“Why-”

“Please.”

She must have heard the strain in your voice because she hung up without saying another word.

“Quit playing with your rice.”

You shook your head, zoning back into the real world. “I’m full.”

“But-”

Zen held out a hand to stop Jaehee. He cracked open the fridge and pulled out a beer. “As promised. Drink responsibly, MC.”

You grabbed the cool glass out of his hand and popped the lip off on the table. “Thanks, mom.”

The familiar burning of alcohol flowed down your throat and you smiled. You looked at your two friends and sighed. “Come on you two,” you stood up and gestured them to follow you.

Jaehee furrowed her eyebrows. “Where are we going?”

You turned to them, your eyes glazed over from lack of sleep.

“I’m going to tell you what happened after I caught Jumin cheating.”

You had never seen the two of them move faster than they did at that moment. Zen nearly tripped over himself trying to get past Jaehee. The three of you settled in the living room and you leaned back on the couch. Taking one long, last sip of beer, you set the bottle down.

“Jumin’s father once gave him advice on where different business clients’ meetings should be held-”

“Mr. Chairman’s number one rule,” Jaehee interrupted.

You nodded. “-But from the way he treated me a week ago, I’d say Jumin learned a lot more than business from his father.”