i did that entire quote from memory what is my life

Some of my favorite quotes by James “I’m not good with words” Carstairs (in no particular order):

1. “There is more to living than not dying.”

2. “There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.” 

3. “We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.” 

4. “Whatever you are physically…male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy–all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.” 

5.“You speak of sacrifice, but it is not my sacrifice I offer. It is yours I ask of you. “I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you will not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life - whatever length - happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you, Tessa. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life.”

 6. “I know you feel inhuman, and as if you are set apart, away from life and love, but… I promise you, the right man won’t care.” 

7. “Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us.”
 
8. “For that was love, wasn’t it–to burn bright in someone else’s eyes?”
 
9. “Change is no loss, Will. Not always.” 

10. “I do not believe you can threaten people into goodness.”

11. “I’ve never minded it. Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not be truly lost if one knew one’s own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.”

12. “Listen to me. I am leaving, but I am living. I will not be gone from you entirely, Will. When you fight now, I will be still by you. When you walk in the world, I will be the light at your side, the ground steady under your feet, the force that drives the sword in your hand. We are bound, beyond the oath. The Marks did not change that. The oath did not change that. It merely gave words to something that existed already.”

13. “You are home for me now.“

14. “There are things no magic can destroy, for they are magic in themselves.” 

15. “But if you’re foolish enough to want me then I will not question my good fortune.”

16. “Perhaps it is not such a bad thing to be set apart.” 

17. “Love does not stop when someone dies.” 

18. “Sometimes it’s braver not to fight. Protect them, and save your vengeance for another day.” 

19. “I think if two souls are meant to be together, they will remain together on the Wheel and be together again in the life after this one, whatever happens to us now.” 

20. “You don’t even like poetry,” Tessa said, her voice catching on a half laugh of relief. 

—"No. But you make me want to write it. Does that not count for anything?” 

Recommended Reads of 2016

(in which I realize how horrible I am at describing books)

As 2016 draws to a close, I decided to make a list of ten of my favorite books I read this year (not necessarily books published in 2016 though).  I hope you all appreciate this, and I’d love to know what books you loved this year as well!

In no particular order:

1. The Start of Me and You by Emery Lord: This was one of the first books I read this year, and it was so adorable I just had to put it on this list.  It’s about a girl whose first and only boyfriend died, so she is now living her life with a lot more caution.  Basically, it just chronicles how she copes with this and lives her life (I’m so sorry that was a horrible synopsis haha).   By no means was the writing beautiful, and there were plenty of cringe-worthy moments, but it was just a nice and (mostly) fluffy read.  All the references to literature (specifically to Pride and Prejudice) made my nerdy heart happy.  Also, I am such a sucker for a cute nerdy guy (both in books and real life, haha–honestly, if you know of a good book with this kind of guy, let me know) so I understandably loved Max.

2. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen: The Start of Me and You was actually what convinced me to finally read this classic, and boy am I glad I did!!! Honestly, I’m so obsessed with this story (which I don’t think I need to summarize).  Like, this obsession is unhealthy.  I’ve only read the book once, but I’ve watched the miniseries like three times this year and the movie (from 2005, obviously) probably (and I am not even kidding) 20 or 30 times this year.  Keira Knightley and Matthew MacFadyen (if you’re as in love with him as I am, you HAVE to listen to him reading some of Pride and Prejudice – I want him to narrate my life omg) are literally my faves fajkldjgaoi I AM OBSESSED AAH.  But I digress, because this is about books.  Basically I love it.

3. First & Then by Emma Mills: Okay so this is a modern retelling of Pride and Prejudice (are you noticing a theme?? – I could literally read/watch nothing but P&P adaptations for the rest of my life and be perfectly content).  As the blurb on Goodreads said, it’s like Pride and Prejudice meets Friday Night Lights.  Basically, it follows this girl named Devon and the football star, Ezra.  I’m so obsessed that I completely ignored my complete and utter abomination for all sports in order to enjoy the P&P aspect and it was so cute I finished it in less than a day.  

4. Winter by Marissa Meyer: I loved the entire Lunar Chronicles series, but this one was my favorite.  Basically, the series is a sort of sci-fi/dystopian fairy tale retelling with cyborgs and space travel and I really enjoyed it .  Also, the cover??? Amazing.

5. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury: This is a well-known classic, so I’ll spare you the details, but it was just so good (and it’s nice and short if that’s something that interests you) and so scarily accurate for a dystopian novel.

6. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee: Again, a well-known classic about racism and basic human morality in a southern town during the Great Depression.  I have nothing to say that you haven’t heard before, so I’ll just say: it was absolutely wonderful.

7. Paperweight by Meg Haston: I want to preface this by saying it heavily discusses eating disorders, so that is something to be mindful of. It was such a raw and captivating story and I felt it handled the topic well.  I really felt for the characters.  The story was sad and disheartening (an intrinsic quality when it comes to mental illness) but I just felt Haston did a really amazing job with it.

8. Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon: This book is about a girl with an illness so severe she can’t leave her own home.  It follows her life as she becomes interested in her new neighbor (I am blowing myself away with my horrible synopses hahaha - if you really want to know, click the book titles to go to their respective Goodreads pages).  It was a really interesting story that I flew right through.

9. The Sun is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon: I know I’ve mentioned this one before, but I’ll do it again.  It’s about a Jamaican girl whose family is about to be deported and a Korean boy who doesn’t want to follow the plan his parents have set out for them.  They spend a day together in New York City and it’s pretty great.  I loved the little in-between perspectives we got and the blend of science and romance/fate/destiny kind of stuff.  I loved it!!

10. The Memory of Light by Francisco X. Stork: This is another book about mental illness – specifically depression, suicidal thoughts, and schizophrenia.  It’s about a girl who, after attempting suicide, gets to know three other kids with problems like hers.  It didn’t romanticize mental illness or sugarcoat anything, and it made me cry (and I don’t cry often at books) but it was a really captivating story.  

There you have it, folks! My top ten from 2016.  I sincerely wish you all a wonderful 2017 filled with happiness, love, and new memories!!! I love you all! 

nell411  asked:

I don't remember which blog you posted about this on, but on one of your blogs you mentioned a theory that it was actually Jeremiah that encouraged Kara to hide her powers and act normal not Eliza. Having just finished season 1 again, seeing the references to the past and what I remember of season 2, since I've only rewatched the first 2 episodes so far, I can totally see how that would make sense and if you ever post the details of that theory I would read the shit out it.

I think I mentioned it here at some point? Maybe. I have talked about it with @ultranos​ and with @motorcyclegirlfriends​ a couple of times.

It’s not really a *theory* in that I think it is the One True Way to read the family dynamics, it’s just … an interpretation of canon that nobody’s really considered that is both interesting and frighteningly easy to spin into a plausible headcanon.


The starting point is Alex.

Namely, it’s the fact that Alex is not a reliable narrator when it comes to any member of her immediate family.

She admits repeatedly in S1 that her own insecurities and jealousy toward Kara colored her perception of their relationship for years. She spent the better part of a decade inaccurately reading her relationship with Eliza, again because her insecurities clouded her judgment.

So, if Alex wasn’t seeing Kara or Eliza clearly for all those years, why should we expect her assessment of Jeremiah to be accurate, either?

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We Need To Talk About Kieran

(with major spoilers from Lord of Shadows, read with caution)

Well, first of all this is a masterpost, so I don’t know if anyone will read it till the end, but anyway. Second, English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advantage for any errors.

This isn’t about Kierark (though it is mentioned), but mostly about Kieran himself, since there’s so much hate toward him recently. (Mostly because people ship Marktina I guess and hating on him is the easiest way if that makes any sense.)

Anyway, let’s go: To start, Kieran is a faerie. He obviously ain’t human. This way, judging him as a human simply ain’t fair. Things are different with faeries so keep that on mind.

Kieran grew up in the Unseelie court, being son of the Unseelie king, who is – as everyone must know – a huge douchebag. He’s also one of the most rejected sons of the King, according to the Flower Book. In Lord of Shadows Erec, one of his brothers, says that he used to be a really gentle and caring kid, and that because of that he ain’t “court material”, reason why he was tortured by his older brothers almost his entirely life. As a result, he has a bunch of scars, and real trust issues. He was never loved, therefore never learn how to love.

He also having grown up on the court, obviously never got to know Shadowhunters, only having his father’s opinion as a reference. So he probably learned since always that Shadowhunters are awful, untrustworthy, and cruel. He has absolutely no reason to doubt these statements. He obviously believed them.

Then later he was betrayed by his own family (big surprise!) and sent to the Wild Hunt for “political reasons”. A place where he was mocked for being a prince, among other things. He basically was physically and psychologically tortured pretty much everywhere he goes. And then he got to know Mark, and even though he was part Shadowhunter, they became close, and Kieran fell in love with him.

Now, the other Hunters are trying to make Mark lose his mind, forget his house and his past life. They broke his stele, they try to make him say he wasn’t a Shadowhunter. They try to break him. Probably the only reason why they didn’t succeed was Kieran. He protected Mark using his prince status, and not only this but he accepted Mark as he was. He let him say he was a Shadowhunter when he most need to. He help him remember that, he help him keep this part of himself alive. He was the only one on the Hunt who didn’t mind that and didn’t try to make Mark forget that.

Now, on Mark’s pov we get to see him saying that kisses and love promises where a good way to forget the pain. So he obviously did a lot of love promises to Kieran, where he later also says that this kind of promise was the most important one to the faeries. They really value and believed them, to the point that break one is considered a huge crime. He promised his heart to Kieran, and although for him it may have been only an “easy way to forget the pain”, to Kieran was obviously more than that. He truly believed them, he truly believed that Mark was his, because Mark himself said so. And, again, he ain’t a human. He is a faerie, and faeries love in a different way. They have these things in a different way.

So when Mark was back home, and was falling in love with a girl he has known for barely a week (while he was with Kier for at least five years now, or maybe even more since the time in Faerie is different) of course this hurt him. Of course this makes him insecure. Again, he was betrayed by his own family, he never has any love before. Mark was the first thing he loved, and the first thing that actually loved him back. Mark was his everything, the only good thing in a life full of only pain, and he was suddenly very aware that he was losing it.

Now, if you read Lord of Shadows, you may know that Kieran said to Mark that Iarlath was making him believe that Mark was in danger. That the Shadowhunters are planning to kill him. First of all, Kieran is a faerie, so he can’t lie. He simply can’t even if he wanted to. Second, as it was already said, he never got to know Shadowhunters before, and he also never have a love and caring family, so he hasn’t absolutely any reason to doubt the truth in Iarlath statements. Now he was not only scared of losing Mark to Cristina, but also to the fucking death. So when Mark told Cristina secrets from the Hunt (and, shook, he actually did it! A bunch of people act like Kieran have lied to Gwyn about that and he can’t even fucking lie! Mark in fact told Cristina secrets he wasn’t supposed to), and Kieran told Gwyn about it, he did it out of despair, and thinking this would only bring Mark back to the Hunt, where he would be safe. (As Mark himself said so by the end of Lord of Shadows, and I quote: “You thought you were saving my life”.)

Then everything went to hell. Mark was going to be whipped instead, something that Kieran didn’t anticipate, and as Cassie said on tumblr, he was going to die. And Kieran knew that he was going to die. So he was obviously desperate by the possibility of seeing the love of his life dying in front of him, and he even begged to be whipped instead. He humiliated himself (even Iarlath said so) even though fairies are an extremely proud people, even though he was a fucking Faerie prince. He begged to Iarlath – a nobody – on his knees. But they didn’t allow him, and Julian offered himself to Mark’s place.

Now, again, Kieran knows nothing (like a true Jon Snow) about family. His family would, as he said later, happily watch him die. They had tortured him already. He couldn’t have a true notion of how much Mark’s family truly meant for him. And again, Mark was going to die, and he was desperate. So when Julian offered himself to take the whipping, Kieran said to Iarlath to agree. Because it seems to be the only way to save Mark from dying in front of him. Because he barely knew Julian. Because he is a faerie. Because he didn’t know what family really means. Because Mark was his only family.

Then, when he saw how mad Mark became, when he fully understood the dimension of what he – not on purpose – have done, and what Mark’s family did meant to him, he tried to repair things. He followed Iarlath, and even killed him, even though he probably knew already he would be condemned by said action. He was desperate to get the Blackthorns to go save Tavvy, and again he begged. He knew they would probably kill him in the second he appeared again on the institute but he did it anyway. The only reason why they were able to actually save Tavvy was because Kieran helped, as Julian and Mark recognized later. Without him, Tavvy would be dead.

And then, having now understood what Mark’s family really meant to him, even though Kieran could have used the breach in the agreement – cause they were supposed to give the killer to the faeries, and they didn’t – to have Mark back in the Hunt with him, he didn’t. He even said he would fight for Mark right to stay. And then he goes back to the Hunt alone, accepting that he hold probably never saw Mark again.

Now, about Lord of Shadows: A lot of people are saying that Kieran was out of character in said book, but honestly how the hell could anyone know what is or it isn’t out of character for him? He literally barely appeared in Lady Midnight, and in all the scenes he was under extreme pressure. He was all the time scared of losing Mark, and doing pretty desperate things. How could anyone know what he would do under more “normal” circumstances? Erec said he was a pretty sweet kid, and same Erec, Adaon and even the King himself said in different moments that all the Unseelie court pretty much liked him. So no, no one can say that what he did in LOS was “out of character” because you can’t know, based only on LM, what his character truly is.

Now, I don’t wanna enter in the entire memory loss thing. I’ll only talk about some key points, which are:

First: The dream. I saw a lot of people saying that Kier “gave Mark a weird sex dream” and things like that: No, he didn’t. And Cassie Clare said herself that he didn’t. I asked her, and she said, and I quote: “He did not sent Mark a “sex dream” – he sent him a conversation dream, and both their choices/desires in the dream took it in a physical (if totally imaginary) direction.” This was in my personal inbox and I can gladly provide screenshots to anyone who may want them. She confirmed Kieran could only control the dream scenario, and that Mark’s choices on the dream were his own, in these exact words.

Also Kieran said – and again, he can’t lie – that he would not want Mark’s love if it wasn’t a freely given love. Even though Mark was breaking his love promises to him, and even though this was a serious crime to the faeries, Kieran recognized that Cristina could be good for Mark, and that Mark need her kindness. He said he wasn’t jealous of her, and by the end of the book he was even willing to get out of the picture, saying he and Mark would be done with each other.

He learns, by the end of the book, that he was being used by the entire Blackthorn family. He learns that they were lying to him all the time, and that everybody knew but him. His father, the Unseelie King, said if he helped the Blackthorns there’s no place on earth or in Faerie were he would be safe from him. That he would do unimaginably tortures on him, that he would put him under unimaginably pain, till he finally killed him. And Kieran agreed to help anyway, even after all these things. He still wanted to testify, to bring Helen back to her family, and not because of Mark but to pay his debt with Emma, Julian, and the others. Cassie said later on tumblr that this was an agreement that only prejudices and put in danger Kieran himself, and anyway he wanted to do it. For them.

Also, during the course of the book he saved Cristina’s life where he could easily have just killed her and came back to the Unseelie court, being a recognized prince again. He saved Livvy, Kit and Ty’s lives by telling Mark about the Riders coming for them in time. He was actually concerned about them, and even begged Mark to let him go find them, and promised on his life to do so. He saved Emma’s life when the Rider was about to kill her. He helped bringing Helen and Aline back. He said to Diego he would protect Kit and Magnus when hell was happening in the accords hall.

So, yes, he made mistakes. Yes, he did bad things. But characters aren’t supposed to be always good. To never do anything wrong. They are allowed to fail, and to regret that, to try to make things better. And Kieran did all these things.

No, he isn’t a selfish character who only thinks on himself. No, he isn’t abusive and don’t play mental games with Mark.

He is a character who was tortured and suffered almost the entirely of his life, and them loose the only good thing he ever had. The only love he ever had.

And even if Kierark or Kierarktina isn’t endgame, I still hope he can find happiness and peace. He deserves it just like every other “good guy” in this book.

And you can hate him all you want, nobody is saying that you can’t. But your hate won’t make any of these things less true.

I’m done.

Ten Years (Part 12)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,065 (I AM OUT OF MY MIND)

Warnings: language, fluff, excessive sweetness

A/N: Tags are closed. This is the second to last part. I came THISCLOSE to having another cliffhanger, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to drag it out just to torture you. PS - IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

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missing, if seen, please report to- [ teen!richie x teen!reader x teen!stan ] .4

summary: it’s the 90′s and richie tozier is still in love with you. in an unexplainable turn of events, the losers are led to believe that pennywise is back. and that you’re missing because of him.

chapter summary: richie recalls times when he (nearly) kissed you

warnings: mentions alcohol

a/n: if anyone wants to be tagged lemme kno. this is literally turning into twin peaks i ain’t sorry was listening to the soundtrack whilst writing this. ALSO the ending part is what i was shooketh abt
also, requested:  OK I have an idea, Richie, being the little shit head he is,borrows a car (doesn’t steal it Right!! Idk, tries to drive the car of a relative or something) to impress reader and be like “hehehe look I’m driving, want me to drive you around?” , but it doesn’t really go as planned 😂 I thought it might be cute and funny

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PART 3. PART 5.

“Beep beep, Richie!” You had happily cried, smacking your hands on the glove compartment as if that would somehow ignite the engine faster. A loopy grin bloomed on Richie Tozier’s lips as he momentarily looked away from the steering wheel to gaze at you: you sat shotgun, the sunrays dancing in you short hair and eyes glimmering like the water in the quarry once summer time hit. Sweat tickled your cheeks and your glasses kept sliding down your nose. His, too. Coordinated, more out of habit of watching one another so intently, the two of you fixed your glasses in the exact same way at the exact same time. A laugh rumbled in Richie’s chest. You giggled. There was a strong perfumed scent emitting from your tiny body, no doubt you had doused yourself in your mother perfume before coming outside (you loved to do that). The scent was musky, velvety and dizzying; you looked like a nightingale singing her song in the afternoon. In Richie’s mind briefly shone the memory of Bill’s sleepover and his throat immediately went dry; he sadly could not see your reaction then, but could he possibly see it now?

He leaned over and pecked you on the cheek – again, glasses clinked but this time it was neither as uncomfortable nor as unexpected like last time. His heart beat heavily in his chest and leaning out he watched you fumble and blush and smile at him in the loving way you did, before your broke into a beautiful grin showing off your pearly whites. Richie’s worries disappeared with just that, and feeling smug and confident he said, “Watch this, babe.” Quoting some movie he saw on late night TV that one time. He turned the key and the engine of your father’s police truck groaned awake. No, Richie Tozier didn’t have a licence. No, he wasn’t about to take the truck for a spin around town, despite how tempting that sounded. Again, the same movie drew back into his mind. A guy and girl alone; the guy drove her around town at night and they laughed and laughed and laughed, before he stopped in some romantic area and they made-out. Of course, right after that a serial killer showed up and killed the both of them, but does that matter? Isn’t spending time with you more important?

He decided against it. He wanted to make a good impression to your father. Richie proclaimed he can park the truck in the garage and that is exactly what he was going to do. Then your father would give him his blessing to date you and then he could walk around town holding your hand and telling everyone not to mess with ‘his girl’. One problem though as his feet were just above pedal reach so he ungracefully slumped in his seat trying to reach them. You laughed at him. Keeping his hands firmly on the steering wheel he gulped. His glasses slid off again, “Babe, hold my glasses.”

With a snort, and after buckling your seatbelt (safety first!), you leaned in and your slim fingers held one leg of his thick glasses firmly. “You’re the best, (Name).”

You smiled, “Took you long enough to realize.” You replied softly.

He pushed the pedal and the car took speed a bit too fast for either of your liking. Releasing a yelp you shut your eyes whilst panicking Richie swerved and nearly hit the side of the garage, but thankfully stopped just in time. High on an adrenaline rush he shakily turned everything off and sat up in his seat, his mortified brown eyes coming to stare at your paled face.

“I think my life just flashed before my eyes.” You commented dryly.

“H-Hey, it wasn’t that bad.” Richie tried to defend himself. Silence. “Let’s get out of the car and never come back again.”

“Yup.”

That memory surfaces once Richie gets into Bill’s car with Beverly in toll. The school slowly drifts back and disappears completely as they continue driving in tense silence. Bill stares onward, refusing to even glance at the two of them. Beverly sobs in the back seat, a palm over her red lips and gazing out the window with her scared eyes daring around every person she sees, almost as if in search of either Stan or you. Richie finishes wiping the blood away from his face. Maybe he would have fought back if he wasn’t so genuinely shocked. He never thought Stan had it in him.

But he couldn’t blame him entirely, either. Richie said some messed up shit. And it’s only fair to admit that Richie believed some of it, too. Naturally he was pissed. Beyond pissed. But he didn’t really think that Stan had anything to do with you going missing – it could just be a coincidence, right? But Richie loves you. He hasn’t stopped loving you. And by the way Stan reacted, the way his eyes blazed, Richie thinks that…

Stan loves you, too.

“Okay.” Bill breaks the silence. Beverly jerks in her spot; Richie lazily glances in his direction, “Can someone finally fucking tell me what that was all about? (Name) is missing and you… You are fighting over some petty bullshit?”

“Jesus Christ and I thought I was the blind one.” Richie snaps, “He’s lying to us, Billy, straight up shoving shit in our faces and hoping we believe it.”

“How do you know that?”

“Beverly told me.”

On cue, both of the boys look into the back mirror to see Beverly’s tear ridden face.

“Laura Palmer said that (Name) was having troubles sleeping, she looked anxious, bickered with everyone…” She wipes a few stray tears clinking to her lower lashes, “And that she only really talked to Stan before d-…before disappearing.” She finishes in a raspy whisper. “She…She didn’t say anything more. She didn’t even seem to know Stan that well.”

“Yeah, well, seems like we don’t know Stan all that well, either…” Richie mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest, “I knew they were ‘friends’, but best buds? They sure didn’t act like they were…”

Beverly nods in agreement. Bill shifts in his seat. Richie’s face falls blank. “Are you fucking serious, Billy? You knew?”

“He told me.” Bill defends himself, “Said not to tell anyone. I didn’t question it. Is it really a surprise? They’re neighbours.”

“After all that happened?” Richie states in shock, “Yeah, I’d say it’s pretty fucking surprising. Or have you forgotten? About the pact? About Pennywise? About—“

“Honestly, if I was (Name), I’d want to forget about all of that bullshit, too.” Bill snaps, “But I can’t. Because I walk by Georgie’s room every morning and it serves as a pretty bitter reminder.” He gulps. The car falls quiet. “Look, we were kids back then. We grew. We changed. I agree that there was definitely something wrong with (Name). But if I recall correctly, she has always been having troubles.” His fingers tater of the wheel, “I…I don’t think it’s Pennywise. It can’t be IT. IT comes back every twenty seven years.” His sharp eyes land on the back mirror again, “Have…have you seen IT, Beverly?” She shakes her head. “Richie?”

“No.”

“Ben said the same thing. Mike, too. Eddie would’ve definitely told us.” Bill hums, “(Name)’s disappearance could just be…an unlucky accident.” He finishes softly.

“Still, don’t you think we should at least try to search the sewers?”

Richie’s question hangs in the air. He knows no one wants to go back there. Hell, even he doesn’t, but if you are in real danger then he will go down first if he has to. In a strange way he hopes that you are there. Because if you aren’t then only God knows where you might be. There is no way he, or anyone else, can help you then. It pains him. He gulps down the bitter taste flooding his mouth and thinks how scared you must be now. He wonders if you are alive, or eaten, unconscious, or floating.

“Everyone needs to go.” Beverly speaks up firmly. “Everyone. You, me, Bill, Mike, Ben, Eddie and Stan. All of us. If she’s really there…and Pennywise is…back, then IT will only let us find her if we go together.”

“Tonight?” Richie asks.

Beverly wilts, “I-I don’t know. Whenever…whenever everyone is ready. It…won’t be pleasant.”

Two months before your disappearance. Richie Tozier had sneaked into the Boat House – a bar at the far side of Derry where mainly bikers and truck drivers stop to drink before moving down the road to a next stop. Why was he here? Well, he had been wandering town all evening and he was bored to shit with school and the arcade. Eds was busy. He didn’t feel like talking to anyone else, so he went to the place Mike and he once crashed when looking for somewhere that serves teenagers drinks no questions asked. The Boat House isn’t exactly the safest place on Earth, but to be fair, is any place in Derry truly safe? The town itself is cursed. But Richie Tozier didn’t give a shit about that. He didn’t give a shit about anything because he saw you, with a drink in hand, in the dazzling warm fairly lights  swaying next to the stage whilst Julee Cruise sang her melancholic song.

The Boat House was full – naturally, it mostly always was. Men with heavy leather jackets conversed amongst themselves; truck drivers smoked inside and tried to score a free drink from the bartender. Few couples danced. This was the hideaway spot for many in love teens. You wore a long denim skirt, a striped blouse and different colour socks, sipping on your drink and moving your head to the melody. It was mesmerizing. Richie was confused at first – usually your new friends would pop out about now, your boyfriend would wrap his hand around your waist and offer his shoulder to lean on. But no one showed up. Julee changed the song; the couples clapped politely. A shrill of northern wind crept out the entrance and made Richie’s hair stand on edge. A deep dark night pooled outside the warm building.

And then you saw him; your eyes pierced him and he gulped, watching as a small smile slowly curled at the corners of your lips and you took a shy sip of your drink again. It was unexplainable, the way you looked at him. As if not a day had passed between the two of you, as if you had still been best friends and talked on the regular. Lovers, even, or maybe he was just digging into this too much. You started to approach him and everything around you melted. It was partly due to the alcohol and the cigarette lodged between his teeth. But you looked so dazzling. Again the familiar scent of your mother’s perfume, the one you loved so much, hit his nose and he wondered if your boyfriend really ever kissed you. Richie doubted you tasted like lollipops. You didn’t look like you did.

Slowly you set your drink on the counter, your eyes briefly flashing to the bartender, “Thank you, Alfred.” You knew him? Richie didn’t care all that much, instead he focused on the light blush on your cheeks that was barely visible due to the dim lighting. You then looked at him again, “Come here often?” you asked quietly. You leaned on the counter, laying your hand in your palm, hitting his knee with yours by accident.

“No.” Richie said, taking a drag of his cigarette, “But you do.” You hummed dreamily.

“May I?” You asked. He was about to open his pack and give you a new one, but you swiftly snatched the one between his lips and put it between yours. He watched the action intently. A red stain of lipstick stuck to the butt of the white cigarette once you gave it back. Smoke fell from your lips and mixed with the dizzying scent of your perfume. “Dance with me?”

“Why?” He blurred, furrowing his brows. You simply shrugged, standing up straight.

“It’s nice to finally see a familiar face around here.” You said, grasping his wrist and tugging him to the dance floor, “I love this song. Will you?”

“You’re drunk.”

“I want to be.”

That was the first time you had even remotely answered normally. There was something dark about the way you said it, like you had been hiding something inside you, wanting to tell the world with all your heart but unable to do so. Your eyes lit up so brilliantly when you saw him…Were you really glad to see a familiar face? Richie couldn’t think straight with you finally being so close, in his arms. Hell, he didn’t even care if your boyfriend was about to show up and most likely beat the living shit out of him. You had seamlessly dragged him to the dance floor between dancing couples. Your hands had landed on his shoulders; his found your waist and weightlessly laid there. You looked up at him, slowly swaying to the beat and Julee’s melodious, yet haunting, voice. And your eyes appeared so big. Almost as if you had those glasses on again, but you were without them. You had long lost them. Richie gulped. This situation was too confusing. You being here, you talking to him after six years of silence, your arms hugging his neck and your face oh-so-close he could kiss you if he wanted to, there and then.

And he wanted to. He wanted to so much his heart nearly lunged out of his chest trying to reach you. His forehead had landed onto yours, faces inching together – this time there were no glasses to clink, no childish awkwardness to push him away. Your breath tickled his lips and he closed his eyes.

“Richie?” You whispered softly.

“Y-Yeah?”

“I think I’m going to die soon.”



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I’ll Be Your Safety

I’ll Be Your Safety | Prince Daniel had long since given up on the idea of ever finding someone he could love. Being a prince came with consequences after all, and there was no one Dan could trust - except for his best friend Prince Phillip from their neighboring kingdom who Dan may or may not have been incredibly in love with. Phil doesn’t want him back though, surely, right? So when Dan is sent to find a proper partner to marry, he doesn’t immediately think of Phil - until he does. | Phan | Teen and Up | Prince AU, fake relationship, getting together, marriage | 8,077 Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

Originally this idea was claimed by @philscurls for the phandom reverse bang. However, I absolutely fell in love with the prompt while Ellen struggled with it, so I asked her if I could take it over, and low and behold… she let me! Last night I went on a writing spree and pulled this together just after the posting date was meant to go up, but I’m super happy with how this turned out, and I can’t wait to share it with you guys! It was so much fun to write, and I hope that the original artist, @laura-sketches will enjoy it as well!

You can find the art (Here) and I hope that the artist will be posting soon as well so I can link to her actual post that you guys can reblog!

Special thanks to my wonderful beta @phillybops for taking a look over it and catching my silly mistakes! Enjoy guys <3

(Ao3)

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Beginnings Must Be Clean: Why KOTOR’s Darkside Ending Is Most In Line With The Philosophy Of Star Wars

So, right off the bat, let’s establish something: I am not nor will I ever claim that the darkside playthrough is the morally correct choice. Darth Revan is a violent dictator. The darkside ending is evil, unequivocally, full stop. This is NOT a post going “Revan is just misunderstood!!! The Jedi are the REAL bad guys!!!edgy!”

I never said that the darkside decisions were right, better, or morally defensible. I said the darkside ending, the story told by the darkside ending, is infinitely more thematically consistent. 

Why is this? Well, let’s take a look at what are, in my opinion, the three major recurring themes in all Star Wars media. (Note: “Good vs Evil” is not going to count here; I’m talking about the major themes used to ILLUSTRATE the major, overarching premise of the battle between good and evil.) So what are those themes?

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5x05 Review-Part B

Oh boi this is probably going to be my biggest cophine analysis? Yeah something like that..

Well.. you have been warned

COSIMA X DELPHINE ANALYSIS : 5X05

So first things first, I want to be honest: this episode scared me before the screening.I knew from the beginning that it’s going to  be a lose-win situation.Like any episode-ship or storyline based-that is highly anticipated, there’s always the chance of underwhelming yourself because of high expectations or overexposure. I tried to be nonchalant about it but the whole excitement  and positive vibes didn’t help at all to balance my emotions..still, i can’t quite believe  that this episode was THAT good.

Cosima and Delphine were emotional, sensual, and so very desperate.Part B of my review is totally dedicated to this beautifully flawed ship.

(ps.the screencaps are mine, tho the gifs are not mine,  if there’s a problem in reposting for review-explainer purposes,don’t hesitate to msg me guys i would wholeheartedly  respect it and delete them if you want to :) )

  • THE FLASHBACK

Cos just told Del that she’s sick.I heard a lot of people saying that they found the make out scene a tiny bit awkward and anticlimatic. Well imo it  should ‘ve been exactly like that.Think about it.


Cos just learned that she’s intellectual property and she’s basically owned ( tbh i think she knew something like that was coming from the moment she learned she was a clone). She’s shocked and confused and totally freaking out. In addition to all of this came the knowledge of her sickness, a sickness  she knew  too well how it was gonna end.

Delphine reacts instinctively in Cos’s desperation and tries to comfort her in every way she knows.She gives promises she’s totally willing to pay (even if she doesn’t understand the weight of them at the moment) and pours out her heart.

Her love is palpable even if she doesn’t say it. It’s too early and everything happens so fast for them to cope.For Del, nothing matters more  than Cosima’s well-being.And she doesn’t even know why.Why would she help a girl she barely knows?Why risk her job,her life for a charming stranger?Is this rare,undefined, chemical thing that connects us,  enough to alter our everyday life?Is intuition only good enough when everything else falls apart?

Delphine is one of the brave ones.

They don’t own you.

Not your integrity, she says.

Not your  intellect.

Not your humor.

Delphine really fights for Cosima. She swallows her own worries and fears, giving  her own body as a shelter, engulfing her, protecting her, if only for the night.

Ands that’s what makes Cosima come undone.

DIRECTION

Helen Shaver’s directing style was really, magical. Totally fitting and capable of capturing a whole spectrum of feelings. From sadness, to doubt, to arousal. In a couple of seconds everything came out perfectly.The narration and  raw cuts were spot on. I loved the fact that it took a little time for Cosima to be in the moment.It felt real, natural and authentic.

Shaver’s directional choice was very interesting if you think it’s a dreamy/ subconscious memory from Cos when she’s sleeping/dozing off .Other than the main argument of cophine (you were paid to lie to me) everything else was not in sequential order. Delphine kissing her neck, hugging her, whispering to her. Everything feels out of focus and it’s like this scene is shot from Cosima’s POV. Exactly like a dream or a fainted thought with no beginning or end.

This scene.So small and unfortunately so underrated .No more than 4 seconds yet, it captured the feeling perfectly.

A bizzare feeling of happiness - totally unmatching with no coherence or  relevance to the previous scenes and still in a peculiar way, overly perfect. Oxymoron.Sadness, euphoria, arousal, all dancing together. It probably wasn’t even scripted and it’s pure Tat and Ebro working their magic.

Delphine’s face depicts so many emotions.Cosima simply mesmerizes her.Fascinates her.It’s just the way it is.Completely natural.

And then the moment we died:

Defy them.

Live your life with every ounce of passion that I know you have. They’ll never own you.

Probably the best quote out of 5x05.Sensual,defiant, rebellious.

At this moment i would like to post a quote of  Lisa Weidenfeld in regards to them:

“These two have lied to each other for the entire duration of the show, and their connection has proven to be something that overturned both their lives, often for the worse. The flashback to Cosima’s initial discovery of her patented genes, and her admission of her illness to Dephine (who is the first person she tells) also provides a glimpse into why she’s stuck with this thing so long. The bond is tied up in a heady cocktail of sex and love and rebellion and the person who was there for her at what was probably the worst moment of her life. Who wouldn’t get hooked on that?

-AV Club

really, really loved everything about this.Cosima’s worst life experience was in lockstep with her most beloved person.What a contradiction.

after Delphine’s motivational speech Cosima got hooked. I mean just look at her face.


yeah yeah i know, she’s indeed very much aroused but it’s not just that. Cosima melts for affirmation.Wants and needs desperately Delphine’s words to keep it together. Cosima has the sassy tongue and clever remarks but Delphine’s words are wild,colourful and disarming.Her mouth is her most dangerous asset.


should at this point say a big effing THANK YOU to Tatiana and Evelyne?

Cause they really did their fucking best and it showed.All i ever wanted from this episode was to feel that Cosima finally accepted Delphine and reciprocated her feelings.Body language was fucking inconceivable like WOAH DUDE! mad respect for the whole team.

  • COPHINE FINALLY REUNITED

Finally.At fucking last.Case closed.They wraped this whole “i can’t trust you” chaos.It was about bloody time.

After a whole lot of a time Cos and Del talked about their issues.Admitted their faults.Made peace with eachother

-I push too hard

-you do things without my consent

This is what they do.

Listen.The first step for a healthy relationship is to accept your faults.And that’s exactly what they did.Under those dreadful  circumstances they made a huge step forward.

They re-evaluated their faith and trust in each other.

Cosima accepted the fact that, no matter what, Delphine’s sole purpose is to keep Cosima safe.She is willing to do whatever it takes. Lie,  lose contact, kill or even be killed.She prefered to be the ‘bad guy’ and broke up with Cos just to keep her damn promise.It needs guts to do something like that.

Delphine  on the other hand has accepted the recklessness of Cosima. She knows that until this whole thing is over she’s going to live with the fear of Cosima pushing too far, going in places that she can’t help her escape (* COUGH LOCKED CAGE COUGH COSIMA BABE DEL LITERALLY LEFT FOR 5 MINUTES WHY*)

both are living with the fear of each other’s mortality, but they prefer this than nothing. if love doesn’t teach you endurance i don’t know what does tbh.

—–

I don’t know what else to say.This episode was so fulfilling in regards to Cophine and Cosima.A perfect character centric episode.Let’s see what 5x06 will bring folks.

Again thanks for reading (that was WAY TOO LONG I’M SORRY)

Had I not seen you with my own eyes, how would I have ever believed you to be real? But you were real, weren’t you? Right now I find that as much as I had doubted the good nature of humans before I met you, I am starting to doubt the reality of your existence entirely. You have been out of my life for such a prolonged period of time that I have developed a need to question my memory about the day I found out about you. To forget my soul’s rejoicing about your living in the same timeframe as I do. To forget my soul entirely.
   
Surely, light could not have flown from your body in whirling waves of golden when I first saw you. It’s all in my head, right? There could not have been this greater quiescence in my mind that is habitually ridden with constant contemplations. Your smile must have been one of politeness, not one designed by the instant and total infatuation that took a hold of me; that made me feel grander and braver than I had ever been. I must ask myself, did I factually feel grander and braver? Was it love at all that caused the sensation? Or was it simply my resignation in despair that silenced every aggravation; every shard of anxiety in my being. That is after all how you first encountered me.
   
Think of it. How rare and peculiar – how unlikely – it is to find someone embodying light; advocating the voice of hope in times of solemn need. Someone who annihilates every flesh eating demon and strengthens the spirit with long forgotten vigor. With an unknown determination to burst out in the same cleansing incandescence. All to defend what’s good and righteous in the world; to protect the last angel who makes the world holy. How the cynic trembles when returning to the lost core of idealism. Ah, I must remind myself. When things are too good to be true, they usually are too good to be true.
     
Dare I still believe in our fairy tale I would now recall how I had first seen you in a juvenile feverish dream. How I had noticed that I always heard your voice inside my head whenever I read feminine spoken parts of stories. How it felt to be the center of gravity when I met you, feeling everything that naturally belonged violently smash back into me. A vast contracting of the boundless possibilities of every known and unknown galaxy, that would burst out into one universal truth. There I was one, and a part of you. As you were a part of me. As we had always been. As we had always meant to be. How can I keep the memory of such a powerful sense of belonging? Of knowing.
   
I cannot. Though letting go is an act of great reluctance. Had I not sought you all my life, it would have been easier to accept your existence; to accept there is one sheer magical being out there that befits me to perfection. A being that I likewise befit to perfection. No, I have no choice, I must doubt your reality to the point of forgetting. I must doubt every remnant of love, magic, and anything that makes life extraordinary that has remained in my recollection. How would I otherwise be able to live on, knowing that we are squandering our lives apart from each other?
   
I must accept that the fairy tale part of life is over. That we aren’t at that part of the romance novel where we struggle but realize we were always meant for each other. We are long past the last chapter. It is time for life and love to become normal. We weren’t destined to rival the works of greatest passion. We weren’t meant to love so madly that aeons from now the poets would write about us. We weren’t meant to. And I must forget that we could have.
—  What we’ve lost, by M.A. Tempels © 2017

Where it ends, where it begins - a BH one-shot

Author’s note: This is my first Bughead fic, inspired by this prompt from @raptorlily. Thank you once again to the incomparable @jandjsalmon, whose input, support and friendship have been invaluable in the making of this fic, and to @theladylabyrinth, whose feedback and encouragement have helped me so much.

Summary: Closing night at the Drive-In. Jughead contemplates endings as he prepares to say goodbye to his beloved Twilight. Then Betty Cooper shows up at his door. [One-shot. Canon addition/Episode 4 coda.]

“It was then that Jughead knew, with a certainty that overshadowed everything else that was ambiguous and unsure in his own life, that one day, he would kiss Betty Cooper. Not tonight. Maybe not even tomorrow. But he made a quiet vow of it, promising himself that he would give himself the chance to write himself into her story.”

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At midnight, finally, the last of the stragglers made their way out of the Twilight Drive-In, leaving tire tracks, unfinished popcorn and rubbish in their wake.

Well, there you have it, folks, Jughead narrated bitterly in his mind, the last tatters of this town as we know it.

As he opened the movie projector and lifted out the final reel of Rebel Without A Cause, he had to stop and gave a bitter, hollow chuckle at the irony of it all - screening a film about the failure of the American dream on the last night of the drive-in, which, as far as he was concerned, was Riverdale’s funeral. Sure, the shooting of Jason Blossom was the death-knell for the innocence of this “town with pep”, but this night - in all its unabashed celebration of nostalgia - was its true farewell.

A lot of people had turned out, which was nice. But disappointingly (and predictably), besides everyone ooh-ing and aah-ing over young James Dean, no-one had picked up or appreciated the film choice. Everyone was entertained, sure, but in between all the high school kids making out in their cars and the Southside Serpents hollering at the screen, it was just like any other crappy night at the drive-in.

Betty, he thought. Betty would’ve appreciated it. It was her pick, after all, and the memory of it still enthralled him, made him smile. At the diner, when she’d half-jokingly suggested it, he’d given her no more than a nod and a smile. On the inside, he was screaming.

He shook his head in an attempt to shrug off these thoughts, which were disturbingly becoming more prevalent in the past few weeks. He’d never really paid heed to Betty Cooper that way growing up, because everyone and their dog just assumed that Archie and Betty were destined for one another. It didn’t matter how many other girls Archie hooked up with along the way - these were all momentary diversions in their long march towards Cooper-Andrews endgame. Betty would wait, ever-steadfast, until Archie eventually came around to his senses. They would get married, have three beautiful children and live in a charming house bordered by white picket fences. A true Riverdale fairytale.

Except… Jughead always thought that Betty was better than that. That she deserved more than just to be the final, decisive footnote in Archie’s romantic chronicles. It’s true that they’d become more distant as they grew up, but he still counted her as one of his closest friends. Jughead had been around her his whole life, and knew her well enough to see that one day she’d transcend the depressingly small dreams Riverdale held for her. She was strong, whip-smart, fiery and compassionate. When she got that literary internship, he rejoiced for her. She deserved it. Sure, he listened and empathised with Archie in bemoaning the loss of their friend over the summer, but privately, he was thrilled that she was getting out of Riverdale, even for a little while. Because she needed to know that there was more beyond the borders of their little town, and that perhaps she deserved a little better than what she - and everyone else - expected for herself.

Jughead had known all this, yet still managed to keep a friendly, platonic distance throughout their teenage years. So he couldn’t fully explain this sudden, recent spark in his consciousness of her. Why he was suddenly more aware of his body and the way his face moved whenever she was around. Or why a throwaway movie suggestion over milkshakes echoed more deeply than it should have. Maybe it was her extended absence that summer. Maybe it was even Jason’s murder, which had cast a cold, gloomy pall over Riverdale that made him and so many others want to reach for the warmth and inherent goodness of someone like Betty Cooper. All he knew was that when he saw her for the first time again after summer and she turned around in that booth at Pop’s, he looked and saw things that he hadn’t seen before.

For instance, he saw that Betty Cooper had grown up.

He saw that she held herself with a new steadiness, a steely confidence that caught him off guard. And that her hair looked really pretty in its careful curl and neat ponytail, but that it would also be interesting to see what it looked like when it was out and loose (perhaps when she woke up in the morning?).

More importantly, he saw that her eyes - greener and more arresting than he remembered - took an unusual trajectory away from Archie as they walked into the diner. For as long as Jughead had known Betty, her gaze always rested on Archie by default, whether she was listening to him intently, willing him to look at her, or upbraiding him for something he had done. This time, her eyes looked past Archie and at him. It was a small change, but it startled him, alerting him to a shift in the atmosphere. In his mind, he saw a weathervane turning, signalling the changing wind.

He was not silly or naive enough to think that he completely fell for Betty Cooper that day at Pop’s. He wasn’t even sure that he was there yet, that he could define whatever he felt about her in certain, concrete terms. All he knew was that he was far more aware of her than he had ever been his entire life. And with Riverdale’s slow descent into darkness (and his family’s own descent into brokenness) raging in the background of his life, she was a pinpoint of light that he was in no hurry to look away from.

A knock on the door startled him.

He tensed. Anyone knocking on the door of the drive-in’s projector room past midnight was bad news. He glanced around wildly, looking for a weapon, anything heavy he could defend himself with.

“Jug? You there? It’s Betty.”

Shit. He almost wished for the hostile intruder. This was decidedly worse. What the hell is she doing here?

Jughead opened the door. He felt his chest tighten. It was ridiculous and wildly unfair that she stood there, right where the light hit her best. Her beauty made him ache. Then he noticed a faint smudge on her cheek, a slight twitch in her jaw. She’d been crying.

She smiled wanly and held up an empty rubbish bag. “I figured you needed help cleaning up.”

“Hey. Betts.” He stepped outside and quickly closed the door behind him, aware that if she caught a glimpse of his bed and belongings, she wouldn’t let up until he told her the truth about his living situation. “Is everything okay?”

She gave a shaky, nervous laugh. “Um, yeah. It’s been… an eventful night.” His eyes searched her, silently willing her to elaborate. “Is it okay if I take my time talking about it? I’m still a little shaken up.”

“Sure, of course.” He indicated the rubbish bag. “So… this is…?”

“An excuse.” He smiled at her honesty. “A distraction, really. After tonight, I just felt the need to come out and do something helpful. And to pay tribute, of course.” Her arm waved out vaguely towards the screen, now blank, white, empty of imagery.

He couldn’t help but scoff good-naturedly at that. “So, you decided to distract yourself by coming out and cleaning up the drive-in that’s closing down? Polish the brass on the Titanic?”

She laughed. “Really? You’re making a Tyler Durden reference?”

Jughead leaned against the doorframe and cocked an eyebrow at her. “The girl knows her Fight Club quotes, I’m impressed.”

“It’s only one of my favourite movies.”

He smiled and gave her a skeptical look. “Fight Club? Really?”

“Yeah, well, when it’s contraband in your household and you have to sneak it into your room to watch it on your laptop, you kind of develop an odd little affinity with it.” She shook the rubbish bag at him, a little more certain and purposeful. “Anyway, come on, the Titanic’s not polishing its own brass.”

Jughead laughed. “Alright then, but we’re going to need some snacks.”

Jughead raided the leftovers from the drive-in snack bar. The kid who was manning it was supposed to have cleared it out by the end of the night, but clearly he thought it would be pointless, given that the drive-in was closing. Jughead grabbed a bag of popcorn, some chocolate bars and a couple of trash pickers for him and Betty.

They agreed to start at one end of the drive-in and walk across together to try and cover the grounds. With all of its lights still on and the signage still buzzing above their heads, the drive-in looked hauntingly beautiful in its neon-lit emptiness.

Betty turned to Jughead as she ripped a Snickers open. “How did tonight go, Jug? I’m really sorry I couldn’t make it. My mom sort of hijacked my plans.”

“It’s okay,” he said. And it really was. Alice Cooper was a piece of work. “It was bittersweet, to be honest. The whole town was there - Serpents included, but you know, still, it was great.” He sighed. “I just wish it didn’t have to take the drive-in closing down to get everyone here.”

Betty glanced at him. “You know the town cares about the drive-in, Jug. We all had great memories here. I did - I watched my very first movie here. I’m pretty sure we all did.”

“What did you watch?” he asked out of curiosity.

“It was a rerun of the Zeffirelli Romeo and Juliet.”

Jughead laughed. “Wow, seriously?”

“Seriously.” She laughed at the memory. “I was 6, and… well, you know my mom. She had grand plans for me and my sister to become cultured. Polly was bored and ended up reading a book, but I actually ended up enjoying it.”

Jughead imagined it - six-year-old Betty Cooper, precocious and already smart beyond her years, her blonde head resting on her little hands as Olivia Hussey and Leonard Whiting declared their love for each other on the play’s infamous balcony. It was, he had to admit, adorable. “Little morbid for a six-year-old, don’t you think?”

“It definitely was, but I was more into the love story. The deaths and the gang warfare completely went over my head.”

“Are you kidding? That’s sort of the whole point of the story, Betts.”

“Was it really, though? The title of the play WAS Romeo and Juliet.”

“Yeah, but then it starts with this morbid prologue that basically spoils the love story for you. ‘Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona where we lay our scene…”

Betty smiled and joined him, their voices echoing the over the empty grounds of the Twilight. “From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean –”

“See?” Jughead broke off. “‘Civil blood makes civil hands unclean.’ It’s obvious, isn’t it? Shakespeare’s trying to tell us that that’s where the story’s at. The lovers are just a plot device to teach you the real lesson of the play, which is that senseless hatred is a vile force that can disrupt even the purest, most honest love.”

“Or,” Betty countered, “that even the briefest flicker of love, which lasted all of three days, can be enough to bury an ancient grudge. Remember, the Capulets and the Montagues actually made up in the end. And you didn’t even get to the good part of that prologue - ‘doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.’

Jughead smiled. This was the kind of literary banter that he could only have with Betty. Archie was his best friend, but the last book they discussed was a Spiderman comic. “Alright, I can concede that point. But you’re an eternal optimist, Betty. I’m a cynic.”

“Cynics don’t fight tooth and nail to keep an old-fashioned drive-in open, Juggie,” she said. Juggie. Her childhood nickname for him. It made him unreasonably giddy. “Or write novels in tribute to their hometown. Face it, you’re a romantic soul.”

Jughead rolled his eyes. “It’s not romantic to mourn endings, Betty. It’s just… human.”

Betty’s face fell. Jughead immediately regretted his scornful tone. Which was odd. He never usually cared how people reacted to his rougher edges. But seeing Betty’s vulnerability at his doorstep earlier opened something fierce and protective in him. He bent his head to catch her eye. “I’m sorry. That was a bit sour.”

“Oh, no, don’t be. I mean, you’re absolutely right - spot on, in fact,” she said. She smiled at him. “And don’t apologise for your sourness. I think I can handle some trademark Jughead Jones sourness.” She playfully poked at his beanie.

Jughead froze internally. She wasn’t normally this casually tactile with him; that was reserved for Archie. Come to think of it, how the hell was Archie still walking around when he’d been touched, so often and so tenderly, by Betty Cooper? The spot on his head where she’d poked him felt electrified.

Betty continued. “But like I said, you’re right. I am an optimist, but there’s still something about tonight that makes me feel like… I should be grieving. Grieving what, I don’t know.” She sighed and sat down on the grass. “Maybe that’s why I’m here.”

Jughead sat down next to her. They passed a few moments in companionable silence before he turned to her. “What happened tonight, Betty?”

In detail, she told him about what had transpired in the Music Room at school with Miss Grundy (or Jennifer Gibson, rather), Archie, Mr. Andrews and her mom. She withheld nothing. He raised his eyebrows when she mentioned breaking into Grundy’s car, was incredulous when she told him about the gun and the ID (he was borderline spluttering when she mentioned that she’d taken the gun home - how could she be so reckless?). She went over the fiery exchange between her mom and the Andrews men, and her subsequent threat to publicly rescind her story on Grundy and paint her mother as the villain. By the time she got to the part where Grundy announced that she’d skip town, Jughead was floored. The girl had guts.

“That’s one hell of a night, Betts. I can’t believe you actually got Grundy to leave town.”

“I didn’t - that was her choice. Admittedly a choice made under duress from my mother, the ultimate bad cop.”

Jughead laughed at that. “Still. You pursued the lead, you found the evidence, and you prevented Archie from getting caught up in a sadder, more tragic version of The Graduate. That’s brilliant.”

“Thanks.” She smiled at him - a small, hesitant smile. “It was pretty good, I’ll admit.”

They both fell quiet. He sensed that her heart wasn’t in that self-congratulatory admission. He nudged her knee with his. “So what’s bugging you?”

“Ah. I don’t know, Jug.” She wrung her hands. “I know I did the right thing but… it doesn’t feel good, you know? It’s not something I want to celebrate.”

“Well, let’s analyse. Why did you actually do it? Why’d you go after Grundy?”

“I did it because… I guess, because I wanted to protect Archie. I thought Grundy had him under some sexual spell that prevented him from seeing reason. I thought that he was incapable of thinking for himself because he was blinded by her. But…” She paused and looked out over the Twilight, deep in thought. “What I saw at the Music Room wasn’t some child who couldn’t reason for himself. What I saw was our friend Archie who we’ve known our whole lives, fully aware, making his own decisions, seeing how stupid and dangerous and reckless they are, and continuing to make them anyway.”

Jughead was quiet. It was odd hearing any sort of Archie criticism from Betty. Sure, she’d tell him off for chewing with his mouth open, or not studying for a quiz, but there was never anything like this - a full critique of his character and the decisions he made.

“I didn’t know who that Archie was, Juggie. I felt so distant from him. I felt betrayed, but not by him. I felt betrayed by this illusion of him that I’ve held onto for so long. And it made me realize that maybe what I felt for him was an illusion, too.”

Jughead felt the air go still. As if Riverdale itself was holding its breath. As if the town couldn’t believe that the dream it had concocted of its two golden children was disintegrating .

Betty sighed. “And tonight, this whole Grundy thing, just felt like a sign. That maybe it’s time to let that illusion go.”

Jughead’s felt his chest tighten. His mind was a mess. He couldn’t process what he was hearing. It felt unreal, like it should’ve been playing on the blank screen in front of them rather than right here, in a conversation with a girl that he could not stop thinking about. She was saying words that he’d never imagined her saying, and in turn, he was feeling things that he’d never thought he’d ever feel for her. He felt like he was floating out of his body.

“Jug?” She interrupted his reverie. “Come on, say something. I feel terrible that I’m sitting here saying all this to his best friend.”

Jughead was stumped. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? His mind went blank - blank as the screen before him.

The screen. In a flash, it came to him.

“Betts, you know I’m not great at talking about that stuff. But… I do know movies. And I know endings. Heck, I’m living through one right now.”

Damn it, why was she looking at him so intently? How was he supposed to concentrate on what he was saying? He looked away from her, determined to say what he needed to say.

“You know what I used to love about the drive-in? I loved that me, my dad, my mom and Jellybean could come in here, no matter how crappy it was at home, and suspend reality for two hours. Pretend that there was a better story than the one we were living. Pretend that we were this happy family, that dad wasn’t drinking or screwing up our lives.”

Betty looked at him in sympathy, and reached out to put her hand on his. If he’d been jolted by a simple poke to the head earlier, this felt like an assault on the senses. He tried to ignore it as he went on.

“But then the movie would end. And I’d hate it, because then the fantasy would stop, and we had to go home. I think that’s why I decided to work here. I wanted to preserve that feeling. I wanted my own illusions, too.”

Betty smiled in appreciation of how he neatly turned her own words into his.

“Tonight, I feel like that illusion ended. And you know, it does piss me off, but now I’m free of it. Now I don’t have to stick around and pretend that my life is better than it is. You get what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, but that’s depressing, Jug.”

“Hell yeah, it is. But it’s real.”

She was quiet and thoughtful, seeming to turn that over in her mind.

“I guess my point is, sometimes the illusions can just be that - all smoke and mirrors. And sure, they look and feel good, but they stop you from engaging with reality. That reality sucks sometimes, but I need to deal with it at some point, right?”

“Yeah. Right.” Betty nodded, seeming to concede his point. “Maybe we both needed our illusions to end. Maybe now, we can go out there and make our own reality. A better one.”

He smiled. Hearing her say that gave him a sense of peace about the Twilight and about his living situation. He’d figure this out. He always did.

Suddenly he was struck with a flash of inspiration. He got up quickly. She looked at him with puzzlement. “Jug?”

“Come on. I’ve got an idea.”

They stood in front of the main circuit box of the Twilight. As the lone worker in the drive-in, Jughead was in charge of turning off the main switch after every show. In his mind, he had already seen himself playing something symbolic over the speakers (“Closing Time” by Semisonic, or maybe something more vintage and defiant, like “My Way” by Sinatra), while turning off the switch and watching the lights go out one last time.

But then he looked down at Betty - his very own Hitchcock blonde and by far the most interesting plot twist in his life - and he knew that he wanted her to be a part of that. Because something was ending for her, too. And she needed to mourn it and mark it as much as he needed to say goodbye to the Twilight.

She looked at the main circuit and understood immediately. “Jug, this is – I mean, you should be –”

“Betts, this place means something to you. Maybe more than you realize.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. “You spoke of illusions earlier, didn’t you? Well, maybe this is where they began, at the Twilight, with Romeo and Juliet. Maybe, like you said, it’s time to shut that illusion down.”

“Yeah, but…” Betty smiled and looked off into the distance, as if envisioning her future. “Just because Archie didn’t fulfill that illusion doesn’t mean it wasn’t good.” She exhaled a long breath that she seemed to have been holding in for some time, then fixed her eyes on his. “It’s still a good story, Jug. And I still choose to believe it. Maybe Archie wasn’t meant to be Romeo, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get to be Juliet.”

It was then that Jughead knew, with a certainty that overshadowed everything else that was ambiguous and unsure in his own life, that one day, he would kiss Betty Cooper. Not tonight. Maybe not even tomorrow. But he made a quiet vow of it, promising himself that he would give himself the chance to write himself into her story. Not just as a friend, or a childhood memory. But as Romeo.

“Juggie?”

He snapped back into the moment. “Yeah?”

“We’ll do this together, you and me,” she said, indicating the switch. “It’s only right.”

Jughead could have fallen in love with her just for that. He was more than halfway there. He nodded and put his hand on the rusty handle. She brought her own hand up, her eyes jumping to his, suddenly conscious. Did he imagine it? A brief flash of awkwardness then her hand covered his - warm, soft, home.

“To endings?” she said, her voice small but assured, hopeful.

He paused, and thought of everything that was ending or had ended in Riverdale. Jason Blossom. The Twilight. The town’s false patina of innocence. His own stability.

And then he looked at her hand covering his, and all of that dissolved into the background, like the final frame of a movie fading to black.

“No,” he said. “To beginnings.”  

Part Eight // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Series Masterlist

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral (female on male), Fingering, and Swearing.

Word Count: 2,908

A/N: Well, guys this is it. I know I can speak on behalf of my partner in crime throughout all of this and myself that we are so happy with how much everyone seemed to like this story. We love it so much and to see people actually love it too is amazing. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this finale (also if you haven’t followed @sarcasticallystilinski yet you really should because she’s fucking awesome)!

“Katalina?”

It was as if the entire world stopped moving around, except for the floor that suddenly shook and fell beneath her feet the moment her eyes landed on his. The same warm honey colored ones, with also a hint of curiosity in them, that never ceased to take her breath away. Stiles stared at her with confusion on his face at her sudden appearance on his doorstep, his heart now beating faster with her here.

All of the thoughts and words she once had planned to confess to him immediately flushed away from her mind and all Katalina could do was gaze in awe at him. The boy who she missed so dearly and wanted back in her life more than anything. The boy who had her completely wrapped around his finger.

“Katalina?” Stiles repeated to the completely still girl with wide eyes as he snapped his fingers in front of her face, hoping to somehow bring her back to the real world. “Hello?”

The snapping seemed to work because the second he did, her mind seemed to function again and she slightly jumped back to life. Shaking her head, Katalina nervously tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

“I-I had a whole speech planned. B-But then I saw you again and I-I lost every train of thought I’ve ever had.” She confessed and Stiles’ eyebrows quirked in response.

“I guess I still have lingering effect on you, huh?” He chuckled light-heartedly, scratching the back of his neck.

The comment was just a small and simple remark to make the tension between them a little less awkward but Katalina took it more seriously than Stiles expected.

“Of course you still have an effect on me.” She stated and the pace of his heartbeat increased considerably. “Because sure I can delete your number on my phone and unfriend you on Facebook to try to forget you or even erase photos of us. But, what the hell do I do about your husky voice still ringing in my ears? Or the feeling of your igniting touch lingering on my skin? Tell me, what do I do about all of the memories we share together and the burning image of your breath-taking smile I see every damn time I close my eyes?”

Stiles’ eyes were wide at how much he didn’t expect Katalina’s words. He knew that at one point she loved him but he had no idea that, even after everything, she still loved him with such passion and fire. It made his heart feel warm and a sense of peace he hasn’t felt in years.

“T-That was amazing for someone who forgot their speech.” Stiles stuttered, not knowing how to respond in a non-sarcastic way. “You should really get into improv.”

Katalina let out a sudden laugh and the beautiful sound was music to Stiles’ ears as it mended his broken heart back together. And the gorgeous smile on his face was what put her back together as well. All of the ice that was in both of their wounded hearts was being repaired with warmth which melted away all of the cold.

“Huh, I guess I should.” Katalina giggled.

“I missed the sound of your laugh.” Stiles smiled and a heated blush crept up her cheeks at the confession.

“I missed you.” Katalina pushed loose hair behind her ear and Stiles couldn’t hide the way he swooned.

“You did?”

“How could I not? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more.” She grinned, quoting his own words from the letter he wrote to her.

Stiles’ heart stopped when she did and there isn’t a single doubt in him that his soul is connected to hers and that he only belonged to the beautiful girl standing at his doorstep.

“So, I take it that you read my letter?” Stiles smiled with a blush and Katalina nodded, smiling back at him without second thought.

“I definitely did. And it’s funny because ever since I finished it, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” She stated. “Which actually made me wonder just how long you’ve been on mind.

"And then it occured to me: Stiles, ever since I met you,” Katalina continued. “You’ve never left.”

The boy whose heart was destroyed and ruined beyond repair felt it come back to life along with the girl whose heart was once mangled and weighing heavily beneath her ribs. The words and confessions they shared with each other took out those shattered hearts, stitched them back up and returned them whole.

“I love you, Stiles Stilinski.” Katalina said the words he has been dying to hear for the longest time. “Always have, always will.”

“If you really think that I’m going to just run back into your arms after everything that happened,” Stiles began to say and Katalina’s face immediately fell, knowing that it couldn’t possibly end well. But, Stiles suddenly placed his finger under her chin and lifted her face to look back up at him. His eyes were warm and he had a soft smile on as he placed his hand against her cheek. “Then, you’re absolutely right.”

Neither one of them needed to say anything else to know that all of the tension, the anger, the hurt and awkwardness between them left both of their bodies to never again return. The two gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes before Stiles glanced down at her lips and Katalina’s breath hitched in her throat at the knowledge of what was about to come. Butterflies made their way into her stomach as Stiles closed his eyes and leaned in closer to her. She shut her own eyes in preparation and a feeling of happiness sparked in her heart the second his soft lips touched hers.

The kiss was calm and smooth, both desperately wanting to show their passion through slow movements. Stiles’ and Katalina’s lips meshed together in an addictive pace, both groaning when they needed to breathe.

“I love you, too.” Stiles breathed, his forehead resting on hers. “And I have to say, you look absolutely beautiful with that sweater on.”

“I had a feeling you’d like it.” She smirked.

“Did you now?”

“Yeah, but wouldn’t you like it better if it wasn’t on me anymore?” Katalina grinned, feeling a need to be closer to him than just by their lips touching. “Is your dad home?”

“No.” He smiled. “He’s working the whole night shift.”

“Really?” Katalina smiled back.

“Really. Do you want to come in?” Stiles asked and the young girl felt no need to hold back her smirk.

In a matter of seconds, their mouths crashed together again and this time the kiss was hard and desperate. Stiles, suddenly, pulled her into his house and she let out a laugh at the unexpected move. Once they were both inside, he slammed the door shut  and pulled her lips back on his. He didn’t even wait before lowering his hand from her cheek and placing both of them on her ass.

“Jump.” Stiles commanded with a husky voice and Katalina shivered at just how sexy he was.

She followed his directions and thrusted herself up into his arms, letting out a small yelp when Stiles squeezed her ass. However, she took this opportunity of accidentally breaking their kiss to grab the hem of his lacrosse sweatshirt she was wearing and pull it off her body. Katalina couldn’t find a worry in her bones as she threw it on the floor and Stiles turned them around to walk up the stairs. Their lips were back together and Stiles successfully managed to climb the staircase with Katalina tight in his arms. With every step he took, both teenagers became more and more excited to be joined together again after everything terrible that happened.

Careful not to drop her, one of Stiles’ hands let go of her to open his bedroom door. After they were inside, without breaking their kiss, he put his hand back and closed the door shut with his foot. Katalina’s body bounced on the mattress the second he dropped her on the bed and, with lust rushing in the both of them, Stiles reached behind his back to gab his shirt and yank it off of him. A jolt of desire sparked inside of him at the sight of Katalina biting down on her lip and pulling of the shorts she was wearing. Both pieces of clothing fell on the ground at the same time and Stiles excitedly dropped his sweatpants. His eyebrows quirked when he stepped out of the pants and just as he was about to remove his boxers, Katalina scooched to the edge of the bed and swatted his hands away.

The sight of his bulge straining against his blue underwear and a little wet from his increasing amount of precum was what made Katalina jump into action, completely turned on from how much he was. Stiles’ body shuddered when she lightly played with the dark hair above his briefs before snapping the hem of his boxers against his hips. She pulled it down his legs and audibly moaned when his erection appeared in front of her which made Stiles moan in response.

“You don’t have to-” He began to suggest even though lust was clouding his mind and thoughts.

“Oh, Stiles, I want to.” Katalina interrupted as she wrapped her dominant hand around his base and the other grasped his thigh for stability.

She licked her lips in excitement and Stiles felt as if he would melt from how hot the girl he loved was. The second her warm and wet mouth wrapped around his swollen tip, Stiles couldn’t hold back the animalistic groan that came from deep within him. That exact sound, however, made the amount of wetness already pooling in Katalina’s panties to grow even more. Stiles’ hands made their way into her hair as she gently sucked his head, swirling her tongue on his slit and collecting the salty precum.

“Fuck, Kat.” He moaned, massaging her scalp and making her moan in response. Stiles, suddenly, bucking his hips at the vibration. “That feels so good.”

Katalina removed her hand from his base and placed it on his thigh. Stiles’ eyes rolled to the back of his head and he twitched immediately the second she took all of him in, his tip touching the back of her throat.

Stiles’ grip on her tightened when he couldn’t hold back anymore and thrusted into her mouth, which to be honest, Katalina didn’t even mind. She loves the way his face contorts in complete pleasure and, even though tears are now watering in her eyes at how intense this was, Katalina’s enjoying it just as much as he is.

“O-Okay, stop stop stop.” Stiles groaned, pulling her off of him.

Her lips detached from Stiles’ shaft, a small string of spit taking her place, and she pouted at the sudden loss of contact. Stiles was breathing heavily as he reluctantly opened his eyes and let go of Katalina’s hair. He looked at her and never has she looked more beautiful. Her lips were red and swollen, but her eyes were sparkling up at him.

“I don’t want to cum unless it’s in you.”

“Well, then what are you waiting for?” Katalina smirked, both of their pupils immediately dilating.

Those words snapped something in Stiles like never before and he immediately dove into action. He kicked his boxers completely off of his legs as Katalina backed up on the bed and he gently pushed her down onto the mattress. His lips were back on hers with such need and desperation that their teeth were now clashing as they kissed but neither one of them truly cared enough to stop. Stiles’ hands slid behind her back and unclasped her bra with ease. He broke their kiss to plant wet ones on her skin as he slipped the straps down her shoulders. The bra soon met the rest of their clothes on the floor and Stiles instinctively placed his mouth on one of her breasts.

Stiles’ hand trailed down her body until they reached the hem of her panties and, without even feeling like teasing her since he too desperately wanted more, he pulled it off her legs and dropped them elsewhere. He sucked lightly on her pulse point and the increasing ache in her core was interrupted when he unexpectedly skimmed his middle finger inbetween her soaking wet folds.

“Holy shit.” Stiles moaned and Katalina’s hips bucked from how badly she wanted more friction.

Stiles complied and slipped his middle finger into her warmth, earning a loud and shameless moan from her lips. He gently hooked his finger inside of her and moved against her walls, the delicious feeling stimulating intense pleasure in her which provoked sudden desire for more than just his sexy hands.

“Stiles,” Katalina moaned, her voice breathless as she leans her head back into his pillow. “I need more.”

He thought she meant more of his hands and began to slip another finger inside of her only to be stopped by Katalina’s hand grasping on his wrist. Stiles immediately removed his face from her nipple to look up at her with curious eyes.

“I need more of you.”

Stiles’ erection immediately twitched at her seductive voice and, without missing a single beat, he pulled his fingers out of her and put them into his mouth. Katalina moaned at how sexy he looked and Stiles moaned at how amazing she tasted before he spread her legs further apart and pumped himself a few times at her entrance. Stiles wet himself with her arousal and gazed deep into her eyes when he knew they were both ready.

Katalina’s own warm eyes stared at him as she reached for his free hand and laced it with her own, the small act of tenderness making his heart flutter. With their fingers intertwining together and never breaking their intense but affectionate stare, Stiles carefully slid himself inside of her. Due to how wet and slick she was, moving into her was easy and completely pleasurable. Both of them let out loud moans of appreciation at the fact that they were connected again after everything, but this time in the right way. There was no more guilt, no more pain and no more worries floating over their heads. Stiles and Katalina were finally back where they belonged. They were finally home.

Stiles thrusted into her slowly, feeling no need to make this fast and desperate. He wanted to enjoy every second he had with her and she certainly didn’t complain. The slower Stiles moved, the faster their hearts beat. They both gazed at each other with such love and care in their eyes that Katalina couldn’t hold back the smile on her face. The sight made Stiles’ entire body flood with happiness, the same happiness he hasn’t felt in the longest time.

It’s like what’s said in the 80’s movie they both love so much, St. Elmo’s Fire. “There are several quintessential moments in a man’s life: losing his virginity, getting married, becoming a father, and having the right girl smile at you.” That right girl to Stiles was Katalina and he knew that this image of her smiling up at him adoringly as he made love to her would be burned in his memory forever.

Even though they went slow, the deep thrusting certainly didn’t fail to build up an insane amount of pleasure in them. And before they even knew it, Stiles and Katalina were succumbing to the lust and intense orgasms were crashing down on them with incredible force. Electricity and ecstasy ran through their veins as they cried out each other’s names, her back arching into his chest and her toes curling into the mattress. Stiles’ moans, on the other hand, were muffled when he stuffed his head back into her neck at the same time that his body twitched and released his liquids inside of her heat.

When the pleasure pooling in their bodies was replaced with satisfaction and bliss, Stiles pulled himself out of Katalina and fell beside her on his bed. They were so peaceful from the loving sex they just had that they didn’t even mind the sweat lingering on their skin or the evidence of arousal still on their groins. All they could think about was how in love they were with each other as Stiles wrapped his arms around her naked body and brought Katalina closer into his bare chest. Pushing her damp hair off her face, Stiles left tender kisses on her forehead.

“I’ll never stop loving you, Kat.” He smiled and, even though she was already sleepy, Katalina looked up at him with admiration in her eyes.

“I’ll never stop loving you either, Stiles.”

Stiles leaned in and kissed her deeply, too addicted to her lips to let go. The kiss was so passionate and full of love that it put every other kiss on the planet to shame. Since the invention of the kiss, there have been a few that were rated the most romantic, the most pure. But, this kiss left them all behind.

It didn’t matter how hard Theo or the universe itself tried, these two were inseparable and nothing would ever keep them apart. Even when the odds worked against them, Stiles and Katalina would always find a way back to each other, no matter what.

Vulcan Mind Link Analysis – Conclusion

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 After taking a closer look at the instances where the touch telepathic abilities of Vulcans are mentioned and or used during TOS and TMP I wanted to sum up the results in one last post on the subject.

The first time the Vulcan Mind Meld is used occurs in the first season episode “Dagger Of The Mind” (S1E11 in production order). Here Spock melds with Dr. Gelder to find out what happened to him. During the series there are a number of occasions when Spock has to meld with someone or something. It is always a last resort and only if there is no better way to solve the problem or handle miscommunication (remember the Horta?).

It took me by surprise to realize that the first Mind Meld with Jim only happens in season three. Episode 56 to be precisely. In “Spectre Of The Gun” Spock melds with the entire crew to convince their minds that what happens to them is not real, in order to save their lives. At first this doesn’t seem to be that much of an indicator for intimacy, but looking at the reactions of the other crew members it does prove interesting. While Scotty and McCoy freeze and seem terrified by having another mind in their head, Jim is comfortable and doesn’t display any signs of distress.

The second time Spock melds with Jim is in “The Paradise Syndrome” where he has to find Jim’s buried memories of his real self, due to a serious case of amnesia. It’s an intense scene and probably a much deeper meld than the first time, not only because of the duration of the contact, but also because Jim’s distress is visibly bleeding into Spock.

After everything is said and done Spock compliments the captain: “His mind. He is an extremely dynamic individual”. Which tells us that he delved deep enough to get a good look at Jim’s innermost thoughts, his mind, maybe even what constitutes as Katra in Vulcans. There is a reason for one of the five principles of Vulcan philosophy to be privacy. If you possess the ability to look that deeply into someone else’s mind, be the intentions as they may, you have to honor the privacy of each individual for society to work.

But I think it can be established that from this (admittedly otherwise whacky) episode that Spock knew Jim’s mind and, as we see a bit further down, is able to recognize it by a mere touch alone.

The third time happens in “Requiem for Methuselah”, which in itself is a very special episode and famous for McCoy’s often quoted dialogue with Spock. It’s one of my personal favourites for its portrayal of love and the different facets that make up this complex emotion. In Methuselah we see Flint’s obsession with his creation. Rayna, who never saw another living being before and develops an innocent crush for our charming captain. Jim himself is manipulated into caring for Rayna, but he still likes her. In the original post I called it infatuation on his side and I think that still makes sense, because I don’t think love can grow over one afternoon. And then, of course, there is Spock. Who is the only one to show love as a selfless want for the wellbeing of another person. Because when Jim is heartbroken over Rayna’s death, he makes him forget her. And that is a VERY IMPORTANT point here! Spock is Vulcan. He is INSANELY private and he still deletes Jim’s memory of the android, although every Vulcan principle tells him not to. He does it, because he is helpless otherwise, doesn’t know how to make Jim feel better.

Ironically, this is where he proves Bones wrong, only minutes after the doctor left Jim’s quarters.

The last instance in the Original Series concludes the third season in “Turnabout Intruder”. This episode is another personal favourite, because not only does Spock recognizes Jim’s mind IN AN INSTANT, when everything else tells him that this has to be a fraught, but he also holds Jim’s hand for almost two minutes, while he protects him. And we all know how casual Vulcans are when it comes to hand-holding *insert sarcasm here*.

What did I take from those reoccurring mind melds throughout the series?

I think by the time the 5-year mission ended those two had an unacknowledged mind link. A link that established itself without conscious decision, something that’s NEVER supposed to happen. However, since Spock is not only repeatedly exposed to Jim’s mind, but also progressively comfortable with this kind of intimacy I regard this as a possibility.

And Gene Roddenberry, ever the helpful cheerleading ghost that he is, practically hand-delivered me the arguments for this theory in the novelization of the Motion Picture Movie.

The very first thing the reader of the novel gets to see, before the author’s note, before anything, is the prologue, which happens to be Spock saying goodbye to Jim. Why is he saying goodbye? Because he is about to pass the trials of Kolinahr that will “purge all his remaining emotions”. Spock never intends to go back to earth at this point.

Now let’s take a step back here and ignore Spock calling Jim his T’hy’la for a moment (I know it’s hard), because I sure know that my favourite question of all time always resurfaces at this part: Why?

WHY?!? Why would Spock try to purge all emotion? Why did he come back to Vulcan after the five-year mission? Why would he return to a place that he left because he couldn’t stand how it made him feel? Why give up an extraordinary career? WHY WOULD HE EVER LEAVE THE SIDE OF NOT ONLY HIS TWO BEST FRIENDS, BUT ALSO OF THE PEOPLE THAT BECAME HIS FAMILY?

It will forever remain an enigma because Gene decided to be a horrible tease about it.

The fact is: We just don’t know and are left to speculate.

But there is this little something that doesn’t quite leave me alone and that I want to present. The only hint we are ever given regarding Spock’s decision is this tiny, seemingly unimportant remark:

Spock was in pain. Now the reader can either choose to interpret this as: “The raging war between his two halves finally takes its toll” or “Why does it hurt so much to be in the company of humans/one specific human”. In my understanding it’s a bit of both. Yes, of course Spock’s human half had to fight all its life to not be squashed by its overbearing Vulcan counterpart, but this is something Spock is actually used to. He even says so himself in “The Enemy Within”.

Which leaves us with option Nr. 2. Spock is canonically in possession of an extremely sensitive mind, which seems to be the nature of all Vulcans, hence the extensive mental shielding they are taught from an early age. When applying the afore-mentioned theory of an unacknowledged mind link the entire situation could not only drain, but actually be painful to Spock, if he is not aware of it. WHICH HE IS NOT.

The exact same moment: POV Jim on earth (above) and POV Spock on Vulcan (below).

As is shown in the book. The second Spock has to open his mind for master T’sai he is hit by Jim’s thoughts, and I mean HIT. It’s apparent form Spock’s reaction that this comes completely out of the blue. He isn’t even sure if they are Jim’s thoughts for a second, before he recognizes them and that’s the thing that trips me up. At this point Spock is more sursprised than the reader to realized the connection. I mean how can that even be possible? To be this close to someone without noticing?

It’s highly probable that Spock repressed his human half so completely, even before running away to Vulcan, that the link to Jim and all the emotions bleeding through were buried with it. Maybe he felt too close to him thanks to the link and it scared him or the bleed-through began to throw him off balance.

But in order to finally achieve the state of total logic he HAD TO open his mind entirely. So in this moment he had to let go and not even a heartbeat later he hears Jim thinking about him.

At this point the unacknowledged mind link theory can be addressed as canon, because when Jim wishes to speak to Spock and Spock can hear him 10.6 light years away, it can’t be anything BUT a mind link. Again, Vulcans are TOUCH telepaths, so reading minds while touching? Check. Reading the mood of a room? Check. Melding with someone over the distance of a few meters or through a wall? Check. Hearing someone entire systems away? Nope. It doesn’t usually happen, if we are not talking about something like hundreds of telepaths dying (The Immunity Syndrome) or the appearance of a powerful entity a.k.a Vger. And Jim is neither. This is a completely singular occurrence. As far as I know it never happens again between two regular(-ish) people.

I will be mad at the movie for not including this particular dialogue into the triumvirate-scene after Spock comes back on board as long as I live. Spock admits to being able to hear Jim’s thoughts and it’s a shame that we don’t get the captain’s thoughts on this revelation. BUT we get Bones, which is better still.

Bones is not surprised, not even the slightest, that those two have a connection between them. His medical knowledge throws me a bit though. Not because I don’t think it’s plausible, but because this is the only instance we ever hear of a connection like that.

But “telepathic rapport between Vulcan and human only in cases of EXTRAORDINARILY close friendship”? This line is gold. Those two are so close to each other that they know each other’s thoughts, they can sense the other one blind. They risked their lives time and time again to save each other. So yeah…extraordinarily close is how I would coin them too. Hence my undying love for the term T’hy’la, that Gene generously gifted us with. Friend. Brother. Lover. There is no “or” in between those words, it’s not “choose the correct meaning” it’s all three of them, together forming one untranslatable word and friend is only a third of the concept.

Also: Bones is still pissed about how Spock denies even the tiniest display of friendship towards Jim, which makes for an interesting discussion about what happened after the Five-Year-Mission to split the trio up.

So, to sum this up:

  1. During the Five-Year-Mission Spock has to meld with Jim more than once (at least four times are documented).
  2. The melds increase in intensity up to the point where Spock alters Jim’s memory.
  3. At the end Spock can tell Jim’s mind by a simple probe. He knows him “better than anyone in the universe” he “knows his thoughts” (Jim’s words)
  4. There is an established mind link between them that neither know about. 
  5. The link seems to be the root of the pain that drives Spock to Mt. Seleya to pursue Kolinahr.
  6. Spock can hear Jim’s thoughts from 10.6 LIGHTYEARS away, when he finally opens his mind for the first time after three years. (I like to stress this, because it’s absolutely unique.)
  7. Bones is not even fazed by this revelation, maybe because he suspected it ever since “Turnabout Intruder” when Spock was the only one to believe “Janice Lester’s” story.
  8. “It was common knowledge that telepathic rapport between Vulcan and human was possible only in cases of extraordinarily close friendship.”  - official medical assessment.

Your honor, I rest my case.

Because of Her

Pairing: Peter x Michelle
Words: 1635

The war was over. The world was saved. Thanos was defeated. But the damage remained. 

Not the physical damage-the wounds had healed, the city’s were taken care of due to damage control-it was the emotional damage.

Peter had not returned to school, it had been a week since the infinity war and the world was mourning Iron Man’s death-but no one mourned as bad as Peter Parker.

Peter’s phone had been silenced due to the plethora of calls and messages he’d been receiving. Some from Happy, the roles being reversed as now he double text him to ask how he was doing knowing he wouldn’t get a response. Some were Ned, asking him to open the door or if he was coming back yet-but Ned knew better and would visit almost every other day to check up on him. Some were from May, letting him know when she’d be home or if he’d wanted her to pick up something to eat-she too knew he wouldn’t answer but she felt hopeless not trying.

Peter received many texts throughout the day, some from people he didn’t even know he had the number to.

May had called the school and made up an excuse of a stomach bug that he caught and luckily they bought it, as long as he kept up with his work so he wouldn’t fall behind.

He didn’t. He hadn’t even lifted a book since he came back, his brain too numb to comprehend anything other than “pain.” It was useless, and May stopped trying to persuade him to do even a problem of a algebra.

Numb. Peter thought it was ironic, his entire body felt numb-yet the part of his body he wanted to be numb the most was what was the most active; his memories.

He laid in bed staring at the ceiling, recognizing every crack and deformity it possessed due to his constant stare, as he replayed every memory he had of Tony Stark.

From the first moment he saw him on TV confirming he was Iron Man, to seeing him in person as he saved his life and telling him “good job kid”, to being iron man for Halloween twice in a row, to seeing him on his couch conversing with his aunt and following him to Germany to fight alongside him, to him offering him a spot on the avengers and a new suit, to going to space to defeat evil and seeing him take his last breath.

He was his hero, and then a mentor, then became a friend, and was finally family when he was brutally taken away from him.

They had plans to go over Peter’s college essay to MIT when they returned. Peter was invited to his wedding. Tony promised to be at his graduation. And now that wasn’t possible.

Peter threw a pillow over his head, trying to get the image of Tony reaching up to him as he spoke his last words. He tried to forget staring into his eyes until his eyes didn’t stare back. He tried to forget Steve holding him back as Peter screamed in agony. He tried to forget-but he couldn’t.

His phone lit up catching his attention, he grabbed it from his bedside table ready to lock it when he saw who text him.

He reread the text over and over. He tried making sense of it but his brain fell short circuit.

Michelle
-I’m sorry for your loss. Would you mind if I stopped by?

Peter thought he was seeing things. How could she know? Did May call the school and give another lie? Was she being literal or sarcastic about the loss of his “appetite” due to the stomach bug?

Without a second thought, peter unlocked his phone and typed “sure.”

Less than 15 minutes later, there was a knock on Peter’s apartment door. He willed himself to get off his bed and open the door, not really caring how he or his room looked.

He opened the door to a nervous Michelle biting lip and playing with her fingers, she looked up as the door swung open and her eyes met his tired ones.

“Peter” she sighed subconsciously

“Hey Mj” peter responded, a weak smile trying to make its way on his lips.

She bit her lip again, hitching her breath and internally cursing herself for forgetting what she had planned to say.

“Can I come in?” She hesitantly asked, hoping she wasn’t intruding-he did say sure didn’t he? Oh shit what if he meant “sure” as in he would mind? She was already beginning to apologize and leave when peter stepped aside and said “oh yeah, sure come on in.”

Michelle tightened her grip on her backpack strap and walked in. This wasn’t her first time here-in fact she had been over almost as much as Ned to study or to accompany Ned and Peter while they had their movie nights-but walking in that day felt like entering a brand new place.

She didn’t know how to react or what to say, so she silently followed peter to his room. Usually she’d make a sarcastic comment about how dirty his room looked or joke about all the clothes scattered on the floor but right then she didn’t even pay attention to his room, her eyes only on peter as she saw him sulk back onto his bed.

She stayed silent pressed against his door, waiting for him to say something while raking her brain to find something-anything to say.

Luckily she was saved from further making the situation awkward when peter opened his mouth.

“Sorry about not being there for chemistry, I know it sucks when your partner is absent. What have we been learning?”

Michelle laughed, actually laughed and Peter looked up at her in confusion.“Peter you’re such a dumbass. You think I actually give a shit about chemistry?”

Peter continued to stare in confusion. “Peter you went off to space to fight this big powerful purple alien dude and get brutally hurt while having to simultaneously witness your hero die in front of you and you don’t come back to school for a week while you sit here looking like all the life was sucked out of you and you wanna talk about chemistry?!”

Peter stayed silent and stunned as he watched Michelle pant due to her long speech.

He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t even know if words were acceptable at the moment. They stayed staring at each other in silence, both too scared to make a move or look away from each other. Finally, after what felt like hours of silence, Peter spoke up.

“How did you know he was my hero?”

Michelle let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and softly chuckled.

“Are you serious Peter? You had an Iron Man lunch box all throughout elementary and you went as Iron Man for Halloween two years in a row, you would of went for a third if you didn’t out grow the costume.” Michelle started walking towards his bed and sat down, facing him. “You also have an Iron Man sticker on your binder. Peter as soon as I found out you had the “stark internship,” she paused, putting air quotes around it, “I knew you were probably geeking every chance you had over the fact that he knew your name.”

Peter was in awe, he was speechless and wanted her to continue but was already fighting the tears threatening to slip out. As if Michelle could read his mind, she continued.

“Peter,” her tone got softer as she reached an arm up to rest on his shoulder, “he was a good man. He was misunderstood and one of the best superheroes this world has seen. He wasn’t just your hero, he was mine too,” she admitted timidly. “6th grade and every girl was a princess or an animal and I was Iron Man.” she softly laughed,  Peter’s eyes glossed over as he huffed out a small smile, somehow hearing this from her was mending his heart while simultaneously breaking it.

And then she said it. She giggled and raised and eyebrow, saying just above a whisper “Maybe this year I’ll dress as Spider-man since he’s my new hero.”

And that’s all it took.

Peter looked up, his eyes meeting hers; maybe it was the sudden rush of a week’s worth of emotion he had lacked, maybe it was because she just admitted that Iron Man was her hero, maybe it was the way her eyes lit up with the hope his eyes once possessed, maybe it was the fact that he’d been in love with her for the past year-but he kissed her.

Full on the mouth, before she had a chance to blink, before any other word was said, he kissed her.

Michelle’s eyes widened with the realization that Peter Parker was kissing her. She would have pushed away if it weren’t for her heart melting right in her chest and the intense feeling she felt erupt in her stomach. With pink cheeks and shaky hands, Michelle kissed back.

They both pulled away, taking in shaky breaths as the reality of the moment set in. Peter gazed into her eyes, waiting for a slap or scream, but instead was met with a blushing Michelle-something he had never seen before.

They both smiled at each other, Peter finally feeling again. She quirked and eyebrow with her head tilted to the side;

“It was you picturing me in the spidey suit wasn’t it?”

And then Peter laughed. A real laugh. Out loud and full of life. It was the first time he had laughed in over a week. It was something Tony would have laughed at.

And it was all because of her.

anonymous asked:

7 for the writing thing adrienette ? 😭

Ahh THAT IS A GOOD ONE! (Thanks again @baneismydragon​ for this prompt list.) Holy crap this ended up WAYY longer than intended, my bad lol.

7. Grab ‘em by the collar and kiss ‘em


“Don’t panic,” Adrien called over the wind, his words punctuated by a violent whip of the French flag that caught him across the cheek. Akuma attacks were never convenient, but the worst attacks of all were the ones where he was caught at the epicenter and left without his kwami. Plagg was in his backpack on the first floor of the library, where he and Marinette had been swept up as civilian bait to lure Lady and Chat out of the woodworks. So that’s why the two of them were bound with rope to the flags that stuck out the front of the library near the roof, four stories off the ground, each facing the sidewalk with a pole at their backs.

When she didn’t answer, he swiveled his head to look at her. She was struggling against the rope. Not good. “Marinette, try not to panic. You could fall!”

“I’m - not - panicking,” she grunted, and continued her writhing. “I’m - stra - te - gizing. Yes! Got it!”

“Got what?” Though he trusted Ladybug with his heart and soul, he knew from experience that it was dangerous to count on her timely appearance when there were lives at stake. So if Marinette had a plan that could help in the meantime, he was all for hearing it.

“Pocket knife,” she said, and promptly returned to writhing against the ropes that bound her arms to her sides and to the flagpole above her.

Okay, why did Marinette even have a pocket knife with her at a simple study session? Odd. “Hey, go easy,” he worried, “you’re gonna hurt yourself, Mari.” The rope was giving way for her shoulder, but it wasn’t getting any looser (which would also have been bad, considering that it was there only thing keeping her up). But where her skin started to show, he could see the rope was rubbing it raw. Already a clear burn was taking shape on the one shoulder he could see.

Two steely blue eyes squinted back at him in a way that tugged a familiar heart string. “If we fall it’ll hurt a lot worse. Here, I’ve got it poking out now. Think you could grab it and cut me loose?”

Adrien blanched as the mental image of her plummeting four stories flared up in his mind like a wailing siren. Nooope. No. No way. “Cut me loose instead,” he suggested. “My arms are tied too tight, I can’t get one free.” Lies. He was sure he could, but he was NOT cutting her loose unless his arms were free enough to grab her.

It was obvious that idea terrified her. “Oh, I don’t know, Adrien. You could fall!”

He just gaped at her. This was the girl that had, literally two seconds ago, asked him to cut her loose without batting an eye. But when he asked the same, she balked.

How on Earth did the idea of him falling scare her more than the idea of her falling?

“Just do it,” he urged. “I’m agile, okay? I won’t fall. Marinette, look at me.” She was starting to panic so he waited for her to slow her breathing and look him in the eye again, exuding as much calmness as he possibly could. “I won’t fall.”

The quiver in her lip and the wetness in her eyes woke a million dormant questionsㅡthings that had been stirring ever since she sought him out four months ago on the day after graduation, with the words ‘I’d like to get to know you better’ on her tongue.

“Promise?” she whispered, and the word was packed with more meaning and emotions than he’d known that word could carry. Her eyes burned with answers to the question he had never been brave enough to ask. Near death experiences had a way of burning all the veils. She didn’t even have to say it. He saw it on her face, as bright as the high noon sun that cast their shadows in harsh relief amidst the gathering crowd far below. I love you.

He set his jaw. “I promise.”

It took her just over a minute to cut through the first loop of the rope wound around his torso, and once she did he immediately felt the slack pulling his back away from the flagpole. A few whips of rope and he was fallingㅡor rather, he would have been falling if he hadn’t been ready. But his hands flew up the instant they were free and caught hold of the pole near his head, leaving his legs to swing out wide and the unraveling rope to drip from his body in loopy waves, finally leaving him completely free. The crowd below surged with commotion. Cries and gasps abounded as Adrien fought for his grip on the bendy pole, scarcely able to see through the striped French flag as it fluttered madly.

Once the pole stopped wobbling, he was able to get a good swing going. A few deep breaths, then up and over. It was a cheap easy trick for Chat Noir. For Adrien Agresteㅡa powerless civilian seventy feet above the groundㅡit was borderline suicidal. But it was like muscle memory, and after a smooth 180 spin he stuck the landing, feet coming to rest between his hands on the pole. The resulting crouch may have been a bit too ‘Chat’ for his secret’s sake, but with Marinette’s life (quite literally) on the line, he wasn’t really thinking about that.

The half-horrified, half-awed look on her face made him wonder if she was thinking about it, though.

“Alright, hang tight,” he said, and he actually had to catch himself from tacking on a ‘princess’ there at the end. This was so not the time to accidentally reveal that her good friend Adrien was also the masked crusader that often saved her from harm with flirty lines that he was entirely too proud of. “I’m coming to get you, okay?”

“What, no!” she blurted, her face pulled askance with fresh horror. “No, just climb up! You can reach the roof ledge from there, Adrien, go for help!”

“And leave you tied here as human bait?” he asked, preparing for the jump by mentally calculating the angle and trajectory. “Not fucking likely.”

“Adrien don'tㅡAH!” She screamed as his hands made contact with the base of her flagpole as simply as if he was a gymnast moving bars. “Adrien? Adrien!” She struggled in place to turn her head, but it was impossible to see him from where he was.

“Still here,” he soothed, but it came out rather forced as he was currently climbing up onto the pole. Couldn’t risk a flip this time, with her attached to this one. Once he was up, he took a second to catch his breath and calm his racing heart before hatching the next phase of his plan. “You trust me, right?”  

“I don’t like that question in this context,” she squeaked. “But yes.”

“Then I’m gonna get you out of there. Take my hand.”

Spreading his weight out longways above her so as not to bend the pole any more than it was already bending, he took the pocket knife from her free hand and locked his forearm tightly with hers, hand to wrist and wrist to hand. Then he set about cutting her free. It took even less time than it had taken for him, considering she’d already loosened her bonds quote a bit in freeing her arm. There was a frightening moment when he felt her slipping away from him, but she was quick and had her hand on the pole before the rope had finished unraveling. After a short tense struggle she had climbed her way up onto the pole beside him.

“Fuck me,” she breathed, eyeing the two bundles of rope on the sidewalk far below. “That could have been us…”

They got to their feet as one unit, with Adrien leaning on the wall for support and she with her arms cinched tightly around his bicep. From here, the distance to the roof was a few feet above Adrien’s head.

“You first,” she directed, “then you can pull me up.”

Adrien could hear the gathered onlookers cheering as he pulled himself up, then turned around to lay flat on the rooftop and reach over the edge to lock hands with Marinette again. That fierce determination filled her eyes once more as she grabbed ahold of him and ran up the wall with a surprising amount of ease and dexterity. This girl was just full of surprises today. First the secret pocket knife, then the willpower of a god that drove her to free her arms through a mile of rope burns, and now she was running up walls likeㅡ like…

The thought was instantly detailed as she completed her run up the wall and slammed into him on her way over the edge, sending them both rolling backwards into safety. “Oh my god, your arms,” Adrien gasped, catching sight of the rope burns on her bare shoulders before they’d even begun to untangle themselves from each other.

But she didn’t hear him. Still laying prone on the bare concrete roof with her strew haphazardly across his body, he’d barely gotten himself propped up onto his elbows when she looked him in the eye, seized his collar, and kissed him with a desperation that was somehow both furious and triumphant.

He couldn’t help it; he gasped.

Upon feeling his shock, she ripped herself away. “Sorry,” she squeaked. But as she rolled off and tried to stand, his arms shot out after her and pulled her back to return her furious kiss with one equally as fervent. Soft fingers threaded into his hair as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Their lips moved in tandem, spelling out words in an unspeakable language. God, how he’d wanted this. Why did he wait so damn long? A noise of smothered longing escaped Marinette’s throat and he reveled in it, tasting it, bathing in the fact that she was alive and unharmed and definitely absolutely as in love with him as he was with her. This kiss was more heart pounding than the entire experience of being left out as bait. By the time Marinette paused to speak he had worked himself into a state of underailable passion.

“You were amazing,” she sighed, and her breath on his lips was a drug.

“Me? Are you kidding? You were amazing! I can’t believe you had a pocket knifeㅡ”

“ㅡcan’t believe you just swung up like that andㅡ”

“ㅡeven though it was burning you. I swear you’re the most incredibleㅡ”

“ㅡreally thought you were going to fall and I don’t know what I’d have done if youㅡ”

“Hey,” he interrupted gently, and nudged her nose with his. “I promised I wouldn’t fall. Didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, and her hands trailed down from his hair back onto his collar, where they stayed. “You did.”

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Thanks for the prompt, anon, this was a super fun to write. xoxo

The things that sucked about season two

Ah yes, the most fun list of them all. Now while there are definitely more than just five things wrong with this season, we’d be here all day if I put more. So we’ll stick with five. All righty, lets go! (Fair warning, this one is a bit longer as far as words go. Just a heads up.)

5. Sanvers: Before you grab your pitchforks, hear me out. It’s not the the relationship itself that I have a problem with, that aspect is fine. It’s more of how they handled it. To clarify, when they announced that Alex was gonna have a girlfriend this season, they treated it like it was the second coming. I mean everyone was so hyped, but when you get down right to it, it’s honestly nothing more than just a regular romance arc. Don’t get me wrong, I really liked it at first. I thought Alex coming out was very well handled and well written, Chyler and Floriana have really good chemistry, and their scenes are nice. But I just felt it didn’t add anything significant to the story. And before you say “oh well it gives Alex someone to love and lean on”, we’ll get to that later. So yea, good relationship, just overhyped. Hence it’s the least of the problems I had.

4. James as Guardian: I’m not gonna lie, this one I’m a little biased on. As I said in my previous list, Im an enormous Superman fan. So that means I have a fairly strong image of Jimmy Olson. I’m not trying to piss on Mechad Brooks, he’s not bad, I’ve just never had much of a Jimmy Olson vibe from him. I mean Jimmy is supposed to represent the Everyman, the little guy. He’s cool because even though he’s just this average guy, he’s best friends with Superman, that is really inspiring. And instead we get this mega hunky, Rico Suave type guy who refuses to go by the name Jimmy. Ummm, ok….. Though I will admit, James actually did grow on me through season one. While it wasn’t my image of Jimmy, I did learn to like and respect this version of the character. But once he became Guardian, that’s what finally pushed it for me. Once again, what does it add to the story? I mean once in a while we’ll see him beat up some bad guys, he’ll help out the team every now and then, but that’s pretty much it. And it just came completely out of nowhere too. I mean he all of a sudden knows martial arts and wants to be a hero? No build up, no hints, nothing. Just slam, bam, thank you ma'am, and now I’m a vigilante. And the funny thing is, James has proven that he can be just as much of a hero just by being himself. Heck, I’d say his more heroic moments are when he’s not Guardian. His scene where he brought Marcus out of his trance was easily one the most powerful scenes in the show, and he achieved it just by being himself, no mask needed. It’s just too random, and too pointless if you ask me.

3. Snapper replacing Cat: My biggest problem with this was the fact that they tried to make Snapper a replacement for her, and they just made him annoying. I mean I understand what they’re doing, he’s being a jackass so that Kara can mature as a reporter. I mean the idea itself isn’t horrible, and it is effective to Kara as a character, there is just one little problem with it. They already did all that crap in season one with Cat! It was just repetitive and lazy. Why do mentor figures always have to be giant dickwads? It’s been done a billion times before. Why not have Snapper be a nice guy? It wouldn’t have taken away anything. I speak from personal experience when I say, you can give creative criticism without being douchebag about it. At least when Cat was being a bitch, it was still very clear that she actually cared about Kara and wanted her to grow and succeed. With Snapper, what did we get? “At a girl Danvers” and “I was rooting for you”. Riveting, isn’t it? It just seemed like a wasted opportunity. We could’ve had a new and interesting mentor relationship, and you just threw it away for an overused cliche.

2. Lack of Kara and Alex: Believe me when I tell you, this one came very close to being number one. Kara and Alex’s relationship was easily the best thing about season one. Their relationship was the heart of the whole show. Looking back on season two, I can think of maybe one couch scene that they had (and that’s not an exaggeration, I literally can’t remember there being any more than just one). This is actually one of the problems I had with Alex and Maggie. It seems as though they’re purposely trying to separate Kara and Alex by giving them love interests. I mean having a love interest is ok, if it’s not out of character, and boy oh boy, was she out of character. I mean for starters, there is no way Alex would let Kara be taken to a parallel Earth without her, she would not push Kara to date you know who, and Alex actually ditching Kara on her birthday to go to some stupid concert? Pardon my French, but what the fuck?! What bullshit are you dumbasses playing at? I mean did you forget the entire season of character development you built up for these two? We almost never get any serious interactions with them. The only ones I can think of were when Kara thought about going to Metropolis and when Alex came out. Other than that, nothing. They never had a scene after Jeremiah betrayed them, we never even got a scene after Alex almost fucking drowned! They practically have nothing. In fact, I remember specifically when Alex said she wasn’t slipping away, I actually yelled “bullshit” at my tv screen. Cause that is exactly what she is doing. Did you forget that Alex went into a highly dangerous dream world (cough cough what should have happened in the musical episode) and flew into a space with a decades old spacecraft to save Kara??? Nope, sorry, you are the weakest link. I want them back. I want sister nights, I want couch scenes, and I want them actually communicating like family again. And like I said earlier, this one came very close to being number one. So I’m sure you must be wondering what number one could possibly be. Well to quote Nicolas Cage from ‘Face Off’: “Take one goddamn guess.”

1. Mon-El: …………Where do I begin? Let’s start with the basics. He’s annoying, he’s a terrible love interest for Kara, he’s a pathetic excuse for a superhero, he has some of the weakest character development I’ve ever seen, he takes up way too much screen time, and he’s about as charming as road kill. But why stop there? He’s also immature, and he never takes responsibility for anything. I mean, he actually had the opportunity to go back to his home planet and make the lives of his people better and thereby preventing the impending invasion of earth that would no doubt kill hundreds of humans and Daxamites alike, and what does he do? Decides to be selfish and stay on Earth where he continued to be a annoying burden. But even that’s not all. I actually described the things Mon-El has said and done to a few of my friends, and I asked them what they would do if they were in Kara’s shoes. They all unanimously agreed that they would kick his ass to the curb. Kara and Mon-El are not a good couple, at all. Their romance is awkward, cringeworthy, and a little disturbing. A relationship should be built on trust, honesty, mutual respect, and compassion. This relationship has consisted of nothing but lies, arguing, straight up vocal abuse, and more arguing. I still, for the life of me, cannot see why they are a couple. I don’t know about you guys, but if my significant other lied to me about their identity since the moment I met them, it would take more than one musical episode later for me to forgive them. And he’s always making up excuses instead of just owning up to his mistakes and actually learning. And btw, using the “he’s not human” excuse is not valid. In case you forgot, Kara and J'onn are aliens too. While yes, they’ve been on earth longer, they stretched his fish out of water storyline way longer than it needed. But for me personally, there is one thing above all that makes his whole characterization one of the most insulting comic to live action adaptations I’ve ever seen. It’s that they took a fun, goodhearted, enjoyable character, and turned him into this unpleasant, unsympathetic, unlikeable asshole. As far as I can tell, him and his comic book counterpart have two things in common, the name and planet of origin. Other than that, they literally have nothing in common. For those who don’t know, Mon-El is not the prince of Daxam in the comics. He’s literally just a regular guy. He’s an explorer from Daxam who crashed on Earth, losing his memories in the process, where he met Young Clark Kent. Given that they shared the same powers (Daxamites have all Kryptonian abilities, not just strength and speed) they figured he must be from Krypton. Hence Mon-El decided to give himself that name (his real name is Lar Gand). But when exposed to lead, he obtained lead poisoning, gaining his memory back in the process, and Clark put him in the Phantom Zone to save him. He was then released by the Legion of Superheroes in the thirty first century, they cured him of his lead poisoning, and he joined them. Now tell me, does that backstory sound even remotely close to the one in Supergirl? No, not even close. I mean, I don’t know about you guys, but I would’ve much rather had the comic book version of Mon-El than whatever Supergirl did. And to top it all off, we see the biggest part of this seasons recurring theme, it was just wasted potential. Honest to God, I mean this when I say, Chris Wood would’ve made a good Mon-El had they stuck to the proper storyline. And bless his heart, it’s clear Chris is trying his best, but it’s still just not working. We could’ve had a fun storyline. I mean Supergirl acting as a mentor figure to a young superhero, a superhero who has never been in live action form that has all of Superman’s powers. It had serious potential, it really did. But instead it was wasted and botched up in place for a stupid romance that should’ve never even been an idea in the first place. All of this is why Mon-El is easily the worst thing about season two.

Goodbye Gmw?

Guys as much as I hate to say this, I think it’s time we give up on GMW. Im not saying this because Im not a true fan, but because I am. I know that we haven’t heard anything from MJ or the writers but…lets be real here

Disney hasn’t given the rights to GMW, and considering how long it’s taken I don’t think that they will. We’ve tried to campaign over and over again and clearly other channels just don’t care anymore. And if MJ really did try and couldn’t get the show to keep going, i don’t think he would say anything anyways. 

Let’s be realistic here, Sabrina is going on her second tour that will take up the rest of the year. Rowan is going on other shows that seem more like her demographic, and her anti president stuff has died down a lot too.

Peyton is clearly moving on, going to college and hanging out with friends. I have NO DOUBT that we will be seeing him in other movies and shows. He seems to be happy, plus I believe he has a girlfriend now.

Corey has obviously been busy and working on new stuff. Him and Sabrina still seem close though, so at least we still have CORBRINA to look forward to every once and a while. But he is working on more mature subjects as well.

Auggie, Ava and Cooper are all working on new shows, but they do hang out and have reunions. So we can see that too

We haven’t really seen anything from Ben or Danielle but Im sure they are working on stuff to.

Guys I hate to be a debby downer here but..considering all the cast is working on new things now, seeing GMW move to another network doesn’t seem possible anymore. Even if other networks are trying to negotiate Disney isn’t going to budge. Im sorry guys but I think it’s over. I hate to think that but..we have to consider all these things. Did GMW deserve another season? Yes, even a whole 7 seasons. We could have had BMW with GMW but that clearly isn’t going to happen. It’s been months. Trust me I LOVE this show, just as much as SIU (Shake it up), but i think it’s time for all of us to move on.

Thank you to all the accounts on IG, Twitter, Tumblr and everything else that went out of their way to support the show. 

It pains me to think that GMW isn’t coming back. Afterall this show was here for me when i was going through dark times, It brought me and my best friend together. She is like my Riley and i love her to death. But all good things must come to an end. This show effected so many people’s lives, which is what we all loved about it. Ill never forget the incredible friendship Rilaya and Rowbrina have on and off screen. The cast that really brought this show to life. Taught m things that no other show ever did, it left an incredible legacy. 

Thank you to MJ for writing this incredible show, and going from 3 best friends to 6 in just three seasons. Showing us love, friendship and family grow. Disney didn’t deserve this incredible show, it didn’t give it the love that it truly deserved. But it left us with a lot of memories. Ill never forget it. 

Im saying goodbye to Disney Channel, I might leave Tumblr i ain’t sure yet. But if the show somehow gets resurrected again, that’s when I will believe. 

I love this incredible fandom,despite all the fighting that we had going on. I never in all my life seen a fandom come together like this. A dedicated fan base that really helped the show come to life. Its given us Sabrina,an incredible singer who will keep on going on with her music. Rowan an activist for women who was born in the wrong time line. Peyton i misjudged teenage boy living his life. Auggie a dorky cute kid who made us all laugh and will grow and continue to over the years. And Corey, my first celebrity crush after years who never stopped making all of us and transformed before our eyes. Ill never forget you.

One of my favorite lessons was Forgiveness, because like Maya my father left me and started a new family. Like her I can’t forgive him right now, but that is okay because I have forgiven myself, which is the first thing you need to do. 

Creativity, the love i have for the arts was really shown. How I could save it and how it’s saved Maya. The one thing that she still had in her life that no one could take away, which is the same for me.

Flaws and Rileytown. Showing the side of the victim and the bully. How you can change someone and how you can rely on your friends in time of need.

Goodbye, i cried the entire episode. Because I to had to leave my best friend behind. It shows what everyone means to each other and how no matter what distance they will always love each other, just like me and my best friend.

Thank you for each lesson that you taught. 

And the quotes that still inspire me today. 

People change people, secret of life. 

What us can do for them

Hope is for suckers

Pluto

Dream. Try. Do Good.

Thank you everyone. “I love you all, class dismissed” 

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simone!!! i hope you like this sunshine ily 💘

“alec gaydeon lightwood dont fuck around” - an actual quote from @lightwoodlesbians aka the beta of this fic

note: this is set in the “this world inverted” verse!! (aka au!malec)

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“Can you believe it’s been three years?”

Magnus turns his head and looks over at Alec, who’s leaning on his elbow on the red and white picnic blanket and looking directly at Magnus. His hair is free from its usual product, swaying in the warm spring breeze. Popping another grape into his mouth, Magnus lays down on his back, gazing up at the cloudy sky.

It was a nice day in the middle of May, and Alec had insisted they have a cliche picnic in Prospect Park. It’s kind of cute, actually, since Prospect Park has become their place of sorts, throughout their three year relationship. It’s where they went on their first date, their hands swinging between them before Magnus gently intertwined their fingers, earning a blinding smile from Alec. It’s where, three dates later, Alec asked Magnus to be his boyfriend, and they kissed in the open field, snow covering the grass around them like a blanket. It’s also where Magnus stopped them mid walk and asked Alec to move in with him.

Now, it feels like Prospect Park is a key to their relationship. It holds so many memories, and being here with Alec reminds Magnus of their love story, from the first meeting to now.

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Note: thank you for putting up with all those drafts. after forty-seven years here it is in full un-edited glory. it’s different than how i originally pictured it, but i’m happy that it’s done. this will be multi-part, and they’ll be short. sometimes they won’t even be connected. also i usually put pictures next to my scenarios, but i’m going to discontinue doing that starting now and moving forward.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: smut, smut, and more smut, sugar mama au
Warnings: escort/prostitution, oral, semi-public
Word Count: 1722
Rating: NC-17/MA

Multi Parts: [one] [two] [three] **ongoing, to be updated as i write…**

Summary: It started in the bathroom of a club…

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Taehyung doesn’t expect a lot out of the latest networking event. It’s already two months into year four already, and so far he hasn’t scored a single internship, mentorship, apprenticeship, or a ship to moon so he could maybe die after disappointing his family for the last time. He’s generally not a bitter person, but it’s particularly off-putting to see all of his close friends make real progress towards their dreams while he flounders in some sort of weird, purgatorial, developmental hell. This was not at all how university was supposed to go. 

He fidgets in his seat as he rereads the texts Jimin sent him reminding him of the online statistics quiz due tonight at 11:59PM. 

[18:08] jimin: i know you didnt even start and its like 33 questions long

[18:08] jimin: it took me an hour to finish rip

[18:10] jimin: question order will probably be randomized but if u start and u need help lmk. good luck @ networking!

Taehyung is about 99% grateful for the reminder and offer from his roommate, so it’s with a guilty heart that he tries to squash the ugly 1% that wants to throw a tantrum about not needing a babysitter to finish the dumb quiz. 

Not good enough. No one says those exact words to his face, but they don’t need to - not when the world slaps him with a daily reminder through each rejection notice and unanswered call. It’s not like his current debt-to-income ratio isn’t depressing the hell out of him already. Graduation is approaching; he’ll probably enlist. And this would give him another two to three years worth of a grace period before he’s forced to tackle the biggest question of his life: now what?

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