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love.exe | ch 2

Originally posted by cxlisto

chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

summary: now having realized the truth about what jun is, you take him back to your apartment, where you learn even more about him.

characters: jun/original female, svt members, members of pristin

genre: the fluffiest stuff

word count: 4.1k 

a/n: YOOOOOO thanks for all the good responses on the first chapter bois i was so inspired i wrote this one w in an HOUR 4 hours so enjoy dis teeth rotting fluff

That evening, you brought Jun back to your apartment, unsure where he’d be left out on the streets if the police figured out what he was. 

You still struggled to fully grasp what he was also, but you were at least willing to learn and keep it a secret as well. Parking the car out front, it wasn’t raining as you stepped outside anymore, but the wind was harshly blowing, which wasn’t any better for your cold. 

Jun seemed to notice this, as upon your first sneeze, he called out from inside the car, “Are you alright?" 

After all, he couldn’t get out. The car door handle was still broken. 

Opening the door, you nodded, watching Jun quickly step out and wrap his arms around you. "Your body temperature is quite cold. I shall warm you up.” The gesture would have been sweet, but it was already late and you were still out in public. “Um, Jun–,” you stammered, trying to close the car door while still in his embrace. “—we need to get inside." 

Jun’s temperature sensors really did the trick, as once you were inside, you no longer felt freezing from your cold. 

The boy-bot stared around, curious about the abode. "Make yourself at home, I guess. Are you hungry? Wait, do robots need to eat?" 

"I am actually completely self-sufficient,” Jun replied. “There is no need for me to eat, sleep, shower, or rest at any time.” You sighed in relief, knowing that you would still only mainly need to provide for yourself at best. 

“Wait, so if I asked you to eat, would that be impossible?" 

"No, I could eat. I simply don’t need to." 

"Oh. Well, what about your battery? Something robotic has to have a battery, right?” Jun pointed to the back of his neck, where you could see a small indentation sticking out. 

You pressed it, and a control panel popped out, with different stats that confused you the more you tried to understand them. Regardless, the word ’battery’ was there, and next to it was a 99% symbol, so you assumed he’d be okay for quite a while. 

In fact, most of the control panel looked like this: 

Model: JW61096
Version: 1.0
Current status: idle
Battery: 99% (5.5 months left)
ES: 2% discovered
HC: Not in progress

 You weren’t sure what HC or ES stood for, but you noticed two ports and a button on the outside of the panel. 

One of them must be to charge him, you thought. ‘Reset’ sat under the button, which you refused to press. 

Closing the panel, Jun sat up once again, looking at you attentively. “Did you find everything you need to know?” You nodded. “Just a few more things. How long does your battery last?” “Six months." 

You blinked. That was already a long period of time. "How do I charge you?” “Most cords work, however, I believe your cellular device’s charger would function.” “How long?” “Five to ten minutes.” “It takes you five to ten minutes to charge up to 6 months?!" 

Well, that’s bizarre

It was already close to 9 pm at that point, and being accustomed to sleeping earlier, you yawned, drowsy. A pair of strong arms picked you up bridal style, and you yelped at Jun, who replied, "My love is tired, she must go to bed.” He held a strong grasp, “Wait, wait, but we didn’t get to talk about—” Jun stopped in his tracks, still mid-hallway.  

“Why’d you stop?" 

"You said wait, my love." 

Groaning, you forgot how literal he was to your every move. "Take me to my room and we’ll talk about it there.”

You had to admit, being carried around by Jun wasn’t half bad, especially if he was willing to do it. He didn’t break a sweat, nor make any sounds of struggling. 

Opening the door to your bedroom, you turned on the light, Jun sitting down on the bed, you still in his arms. “Jun. You can put me down now." 

"Is that what you want?" Honestly, no

He put you down anyway, a bit to your disappointment. "So this apartment has two bed rooms, but the other one’s kind of empty.." 

"Going into sleep mode helps me save battery,” he murmured. 

“Good, because from now on, you’ll be sleeping anywhere from 7-9 hours at night every night." 

"I do what my love asks,” he replied with a golden smile. “Where will I be sleeping?" 

You don’t have any other beds in the apartment, and the couch in the den is not only small, but it’s cold at night in the den, and you don’t own many blankets… 

You sighed. "You’ll just have to sleep in here with me, I guess. Just until we find you a new bed!" 

Jun cheered. "I’m so happy, I get to sleep with my love Y/N in her bed!” The happiness was truly an innocent type, the bot’s naivety coming out to play again. Emotional sensors rising..

“I don’t know what I’m going to about Nayoung’s car, though..” You checked your phone, and you had a few stray calls and messages from both her and Wonwoo. Jun rose from the bed. “I will be back, my love,” he chimed, and left the room. 

You heard the front door open and close, and gasped, watching him through the window as he walked towards Nayoung’s car. He walked with a normal gait, making him look even more normal. It was dark, and you couldn’t see much of what was going on except for Jun crouched against the car door. It took him only thirty seconds to close the door and walk back towards the apartment. 

The front door opened and closed again, the lock clicking. 

“I fixed it, my love!" 

Eyebrows furrowed, you ran out to the hallway, where Jun stood, a smile on his face. "It is all fixed, so please tell Nayoung that she has no reason to worry." 

You gaped. "What kind of weird robot tools did you use to fix that?” Jun cocked his head to the side. “Weird to you, possibly, but not to me. How is your sickness doing, my love?" 

You sniffled. "It could be better,” you wiped your nose on your jacket, “but I thought we were going to call me by my first name now?"  
Jun gasped in horror, bowing and apologizing. "I forgot, please forgive me!" 

Coughing, you laughed a little. He’s not real, right? "I guess it’s okay if you call me by that in private.. but not in public! People will give you weird looks if you start yelling 'my love’ everywhere." 

 Jun rose, and nodded. "Understood.”

While spending a little more time with Jun, you learned that his brain worked as a database; he compiled information as much as he could inside it. He didn’t lack emotions, but he hadn’t discovered most of them yet, nor has he had the chance to understand the ones he has already.

You also learned that he was a master chef, and did most things efficiently and quickly. While he planned on making you a four-course meal with a massage, you went against that, instead asking him for toast and some meds for your cold.

(He had to look up what toast was; “Burnt bread?” “Not burned. There’s a toaster in the kitchen.”)

While he took care of that, you changed out of your work clothes, swapping them for comfy pjs.

Thankfully, Jun walked in as soon as you were done changing. “Common courtesy is to knock, Jun.”


You were nearly ready to snuggle into bed, until you realized; Jun was still dressed in the same clothes from two days ago, and he had to sleep in your bed right next to you..

Scurrying to your drawers, you looked for any old clothes or oversized shirts that would hopefully fit the boy-bot. He cocked his head to the side in curiosity as he watched.

Finding one of your largest shirts and a pair of sweatpants that were three times your size, you handed them to Jun, who took them tentatively, probably doing research. “Go change, we’ll need to wash those clothes sometime soon.”

You paused, gasping.

“Are you wearing underwear?”

The boy-bot blinked. 

“Give me a moment while I do my research on underwear.”

It took fifteen minutes to at least find something that looked like a pair of boxers, and then you sent him to your bathroom. “Change!”

You stood outside the door in case he needed help. A question had suddenly crossed your mind; one you didn’t want to ask.


“Yes, my love?” he called from inside, voice muffled by the door.

“Do you have a..?” you struggled to find the right word.


You looked down at your fingertips, shy. “A r-reproductive organ..?”

The door opened, and in the doorway stood Jun, looking unfazed by your question. “Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”

Jun looked more decent now, wearing one of your brother’s old college shirts, and a pair of sweatpants which were loose enough on him, thanks to his lanky exterior.

“H-how is that even possible? You’re a robot, are you supposed to have those kinds of organs?”

“Well, I was doing my research, and I believe I identify better with the term ‘android’. Mostly because I looked up ‘human robots’ and got negative responses, with bots that looked nothing like me. Androids seemed to be better received. And I do have human skin, and am supposed to operate like a human, so it’s only important that I have the organ as well. I can’t reproduce, my love, but I will do my best to satisfy you in case that day ever comes,” Jun rambled, grabbing both your hands.

He was kind of right, android sounded cooler than robot. When you thought of robot, you thought of something metalloid with hinges and sensors that beeped every second.

The ‘pleasing’ part caused you to whimper a little, only because of how vulgar it sounded.

“Trust me Jun,” you stared at him, “humans take a long time in relationships before they ever get to.. that stage.”

Having eaten your toast and taken your medicine, you only inspected that the back and front doors were locked, and that Nayoung’s car was also locked and still in your driveway. You considered texting Wonwoo to make sure that Nayoung was alright, but he was most likely already asleep himself, and you could see his car in the driveway all the way from the apartment’s front window. 

Jun lied on your bed, still making interested noises with the familiar teen girl magazine that you’d bought for him in his hands.

Looking up, he grinned, watching you stand in the doorway. “Is it time for sleep now, my love?”

“Pretty much. How do you go into sleep mode?” you asked.

“Almost like a normal human would. I close my eyes for 30 seconds, and I am asleep.”

You turned the light in the room off, feeling the need of sleep for once. “If you’re going to be staying here, we’re going to have to buy you more clothes,” you yawned mid-sentence, feeling sleep want to take you over as you slipped under the covers of the bed.

“That seems like a nice idea,” Jun muttered quietly, turning towards you. “You look tired. Sleep, my love. I won’t sleep until you will.”

“Goodnight Jun,” you murmured, resting into the comfy mattress of your bed. Turning off the lights didn’t do much for the android himself, as he had night vision to rely on, but feeling the peaceful atmosphere of the room, and hearing the light patter of rain against the window once more, Jun was certain he had learned a new emotion—calmness. 

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, and felt his internal sensors shutting down, entering the human-like sleep mode. Breathing enabled.. database shut down, bodily functions paused. 

In your dreams that night, you dreamed of a particular boy-bot, one with a shining smile, and a mind that was both innocently naive but also incredibly smart.

The following morning, you were the one to wake up first, and you almost forgot that Jun was 75% metal. His mouth was slightly parted open, and you could hear distinct breathing, along with his chest rising up and down.

You hesitantly reached a hand out to touch his hair, which was surprisingly soft. It was a chestnut color, combed in a floppy way, however now it was all over the pillows as the boy peacefully slept.

The attention to detail of this creation still had you questioning why he was tossed aside in a dumpster, as you could make out the gentle callouses on his fingertips, the length of his eyelashes, and his pillowy, soft-looking skin.

You grazed the side of his face with your hand, gasping quietly at how soft and realistic his skin truly felt.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts, and you scoffed. It was Saturday morning, so you had no shifts until the afternoon, and even then, those were optional.

Being cautious not to wake the boy-bot up as you stepped out of bed (after all, you weren’t sure what would and what wouldn’t wake him up), you put on a pair of slippers, making your way towards the front door.

Opening it, you sighed. “Hello?”

“Morning to you too,” Wonwoo snorted, taking in your appearance. “It’s eleven and you’re still dressed like that?”

It’s already 11 am? Damn. “And so what if I am? Did you need something?”

“Actually I did, Nayoung crashed the fuck out at my place yester—” “My love?” Another voice called out.

Wonwoo’s eyebrows raised, and he stared at the floor awkwardly. You turned, only to see Jun standing close behind you, bedhead wild, and even worse, shirtless.

“Well.. nice turn of events. Nayoung wants her car back, by the way. She’s at my place right now, but she’s still sleeping, so I thought I’d stop by, but uh, you seem to be busy,” Wonwoo said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

Gaping, you realized how bad this looked. “It’s not what it looks like! He just—”

“Nah, I got it. Uh, pop in when you have the chance, yeah?”

He waved, and it almost seemed like he speed-walked back to his own apartment, shutting the door with a slam.

Closing your own door, you looked at Jun, who stared aimlessly. “Why are you shirtless?”

“When I woke up, I was starting to overheat, so I took it off.”

You sighed. “Jun..” “Was that your coworker?” You nodded. “He lives right next door.”

“It would seem I’ve done something wrong again?” he asked, a somber tone in his voice.

“No, no, no, it’s fine,” you quickly muttered, rushing over to Jun. “It was just bad timing, is all. People think it’s weird when you answer the door late and then have a guy come up behind you without his shirt on.”

“Really? I will make note of that as I make breakfast.”

Jun was surprisingly a good cook, although you wondered if his skills would have been the same provided he was human. You didn’t have many groceries, but he was able to make a decent omelette and pancakes with what you did have.

Needless to say, it was a lot better than eating instant ramen.

“Considering I don’t know where else to take you, you’ll have to stay here at home,” you said between mouthfuls of egg.

Jun looked at you in horror. “At home.. away from you? Is that safe?”

You nodded. “Should be fine, as long as you don’t go anywhere.”

Jun thought about it. “I do not think I feel safe leaving you there alone. However, research I am doing shows low statistics of assault, and forums say that any responsible boyfriend lets their beloved come and go as they please if they truly trust them. I trust you, my love!”

The sheepish smile on his face was adorable.

“I will miss you dearly, my love,” Jun chimed, watching you standing in the doorway. You laughed. “I’ll only be gone for a few hours Jun, and Nayoung will both take and bring me back. If anything happens, you can dial my phone with the number I told you. Remember it?”

He recited the number perfectly. Perks of having an automatic brain.

Once you were gone, Jun looked around him, still unfamiliar with many of the objects in the apartment. “Time to do research,” he mumbled.

For once, you weren’t on register duty for once, and you calmly made conversation with both Nayoung and Wonwoo for most of your shift.

“So Y/N,” Nayoung pressed, leaning over the counter, “how did yesterday go? You never called me back.”

You scoffed. “I returned your car, didn’t I?” Shoving chip bags into aisles, Wonwoo laughed. “Her boytoy spent the night with her.”

That emit a gasp from Nayoung. “Y/N!”

Shut up,” you hissed at Wonwoo, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. Turning back to Nayoung, you placed your hands on the counter. “It’s not like that,” you began, “Won’s just mad because he didn’t get to see me all pretty for once.”

The male snorted. “Since when do you call me Won?”

“Since when do you care about my love life?” Scoffing, he shoved a bag into your hands. “I don’t.”

“We’re not done, Y/N,” Nayoung playfully sang. “We are so talking about this later.”

“Later? Like over text?”

She laughed. “No, silly! We’re going out for drinks later.”

“A reminder neither me nor Y/N are legal,” Wonwoo pointed out, raising his eyebrows at a box of condoms.

The oldest sighed. “Fine. We’ll grab a few slushies from here and hang out back at your place,” she replied, looking at you.

“My place? I don’t think so.”

“Why not?” Nayoung whined. She gasped. “Don’t tell me… he wasn’t just a one night stand!”

You didn’t see it, but Wonwoo’s head whipped around, and he gripped the box he was holding tighter.

“Aw! Y/N! I’m so happy for you,” she yelled, running over to hug you. “It only took you a month to get a boyfriend!”

You groaned. “He’s not my boyfriend! We didn’t even do anything! Honestly, I’m not even sure what we are.. but that doesn’t matter! Neither of you are allowed over until I say so!”

Nayoung pouted. “Bullshit. But fine, have it your way. At least tell us what his name is!”

“Wen Junhui,” you replied, sweeping up dust off the floor.

“That doesn’t sound Korean.”

“Isn’t Wen the name of that rich owner of some Chinese company?” Wonwoo asked, suddenly now more interested in the conversation then in honey butter chips.

“Ooh, I think so! Do you think he’s rich? Oooooh, Y/N, you scored yourself a good one!”

“Thanks,” you replied flatly.

After your shifts, the three of you each got a slushie. Since yesterday, your cold seemed to have worn off, and the weather was pleasant enough, far nicer than it had been days ago.

Wonwoo was the one who drove you back home, since Nayoung couldn’t actually come over after all (”I have family issues!”), and you lived right next door, it wasn’t much of a problem. The three of you all seemed to be growing closer with each other at a rapid rate.

“So he isn’t your boyfriend, then?” Wonwoo asked, eyes seemingly focus on the road. “N-no, I wouldn’t say so.”

“You sound like you’re lying.” “How would you know that?”

Wonwoo chuckled. “Wow, always so feisty. You’ll be a challenge for him.”

The car pulled up in the driveway of the apartments, and getting out of the car, you thanked him for the ride. “See you later!”

“Yeah, I will be,” he waved passively, disappearing inside his apartment.

“What kind of a response is that?” you asked. Shaking your head, you opened the door to your own apartment, which still appeared in pristine condition, the boy nowhere to be found. Locking the door behind you, you removed your jacket, setting your slushie down on the table.

“Jun, I’m home,” you shouted into the hallway. “In here, my love!”

You pushed the door to the den open, and the sight that greeted you couldn’t have been any more adorable.

Jun was sitting, legs crossed on the couch, watching a drama on your laptop.

“You left your laptop open, so I figured I would take a look. I’ve already mastered its usage!” He looked proud of himself.

“That’s good,” you replied, ruffling his hair. Still soft. “At first, I was only watching these to help me memorize human behavior, but I think they’re also helping me with speech patterns as well,” he noted, pausing the drama on the screen.

“It sure sounds like it, you sound a lot more understandable,” you noticed. “You learn this much in only one afternoon?”

He nodded. “I promised you I would be the ideal lover, and that is what I plan on doing!”

Jun’s cheesiness was as usual as ever, but you’d be a liar if you said it wasn’t working on you.

“I brought you something new to try, if you’re interested.” “Always!”

He followed you out into the hallway, eyes widening at the drink on the table. “That is a very dark shade of blue.”

You put the straw up to his lips. “Try it!”

He tentatively closed his mouth over the straw, and you watched as he calmly sucked some of it up, pulling away from it afterwards. “Artificial flavors, high fructose corn syrup, water, and raspberry flavoring.”

“You can tell all of that just from tasting it?”

“No, I looked up the ingredient list in my head while drinking it.”

Giggling, you shoved his shoulder lightly. “You’re such a nerd.”

Jun gasped, and you stopped. “What?”

“She did that in the drama too!”

Sighing in relief, you glanced at the clock on the kitchen stove. It wasn’t too late, but considering tomorrow was your day off, you didn’t feel too much of a need to sleep.

“Time for sleep already?” Jun asked, taking another sip.

“Not if you don’t want to, but we should probably try looking for some other clothes for you..” you drawled, noticing he was still wearing the same pajamas from last night.

Rummaging through your drawers and through other boxes you hadn’t unpacked yet, you discovered an old black and yellow striped sweater. It looked hideous on you, but when Jun pulled it on himself, it looked decent, great even. That would become one of his usual outfit tops until he went shopping for other clothes (or until you took him), along with the dark jeans he’d shown up in.

He still lacked underwear though, and you stammered, unsure what to do about that.

“Should I flip it inside out?” “That’s disgusting, no.”

For now, shorts replaced boxers, and another pair of your old pajama pants went on top.

“This will have to do for tonight.”

Throwing his other clothes in the dirty laundry pile, you stared at Jun. You hated to say it, but it was only the second day and you were already growing fond of him, unsure if you wanted to let him live anywhere else.

He noticed, and laughed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You blinked, looking away quickly. “No reason.” He laughed again, a cheerful, human-sounding laugh. “Bed now?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Bed.”

“Taking references from a few of the dramas I watched,” Jun muttered, “I saw some typical character tropes and I was wondering if you could tell me which one of their personalities suits me best.”

You nodded in understanding. “Go for it.”

“Well, there was the smooth, suave and mature type. He seemed to always have everything under control.”

You shook your head. Doesn’t really fit Jun.

Well, then there was the overtly sweet and caring type. He let himself get stepped on all throughout the drama.”

You shook your head again. Still doesn’t fit him, except for the overly caring part.

He blinked. “Then there was the charming and playful type. The drama called it the ‘Boy Next Door’ type.”


You nodded your head in favor of that one. “Personally, I think that one would suit you best, but it’s really up to you which personality you want to adjust to. This is still a little weird to me, but I want you to have a little bit of your own mental freedom as well, Jun.”

He beamed, and you knew he understood what you meant. “That’s quite kind of you. I thank you for that, my love.”

Idle talk in the dark carried on for another twenty minutes until the two of you muttered your mutual ‘goodnight’s, lulling yourselves to sleep, Jun even feeling a bit more human by the end of it.

From what the both of you knew at this point, the world was at peace.


so originally i had this cut after the part where they go to sleep the first night but that made the chapter way too short and i was NOT posting a filler chapter no thank u

unfortunately the continuation of it led to this lengthy nonsense which i hope was enjoyable

hopefully i’m not panning out jun’s character development too quickly—i’m not trying to have this story pan out over 2 years, and he is a robot so i’m trying to have his character develop as quickly as i can

anyway mostly slice of life stuff in this chapter but more action is def coming up soon i promisseeee

(also updates wont be this close in between each other so enjoy it while it lasts)

-admin steph

asagao characters as john mulaney quotes
  • Hana: I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under.
  • Mai: I don’t have to guess what’s wrong, she comes in the room and she’s like, "My stomach hurts!" and then we can move on from there.
  • PBG: I don't want to be doing what I'm doing either.
  • Jon: I’m really sorry about last night, it’s just that I’m mean and loud. It probably will happen again.
  • Jared: The more you do stuff, the better you get at dealing with how you still fail at it a lot of the time.
  • Satch: Hi, I'm very gay and I'd like a few dollars.
  • Paul: And I know now that I'm definitely never gonna be president. Not unless everybody gets real cool about a bunch of stuff really quickly.
  • Nick: I just listen to everything she says, because before I had a girlfriend, I never had someone who's always standing next to me who can point out obvious things that are happening.
  • Josh: They're like, "Does that work?" I'm like, "It didn't NOT work."
  • Jirard: My vibe is more like, "Hey, you could pour soup in my lap and I'll probably apologize to you."
  • Shane: Anyone who’s seen my dick and met my parents has to die. I can’t have them running around.
  • Ian: I'll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day, I'll die.
  • Luke: You know, for years scientists have wondered: can you make grown men and women weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones's "It's Not Unusual"?
  • Caddy: Okay, let's go over there and destroy the place.
  • Jeff: By 2029, I'll be drinking moon juice with President Jonathan Taylor Thomas.
  • Wallid: I thank you for laughing, because no one did that day.
  • Jimmy: In terms of instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.
  • Mimi: Because eighth graders will make fun of you, but in an accurate way.
  • Kakusu: You asked if I brushed my teeth, but I never specified that I did so tonight. If the court reporter reads back my remarks you will see I did not purger myself.
  • Creeps: I went outside as much as Powder from the movie Powder. My children are not going to be playing on grass, they will be up in their rooms playing violent video games and catfishing pedophiles.
  • Shizuka: And I would always think to myself, "How could another person kill someone?" And then I got cheated on, and I was like, "Oh, okay."
A Word To The Sherlock Fandom

Over the past two weeks I have read some truly angry pieces by a very upset Sherlock fandom. Usually, I would counter this with lots of Moffat praise and wait for the wave of anger to subside. But this time, it has become a matter of showing respect to the LGBT+ community. So for once, I am going to address the issue before I move on with my usual blogging routine. 

For Those Who Don’t Know What The Anger Is About…

In a nutshell, what it boils down to is that the episode The Final Problem gave its viewers the impression that the show might be over for good. And if that really were the case, it would mean the relationship between Sherlock and John would never have become canon. And the hints that were planted throughout the show would have been all in our heads. 

Now let me start by making my position on the matter clear: I firmly believe in a romantic relationship between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. I believe in it when watching the BBC series, I believe in it when reading the original books, I believe in it even after having watched The Final Problem. I believe. 

Originally posted by violincameos

I also strongly believe that Gatiss and Moffat have actually read the books and that they cannot possibly have overlooked all the subtext that hints towards a John-Sherlock relationship. And finally, I firmly believe that the writers have every intention to include this relationship in the show, if they get the chance…

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anonymous asked:

You know what bothers me in this whole situation? The hypocrisy. if CC had named Frank or Vince showrunner & he kept the producer title, the same room of writers wouldn't cause any article to be written. This is simply an act against CC (the articles I mean, not Gillian) & it started 2 years ago. I didn't see anyone blaming Lynch for not hiring women because Twin Peaks rocks. So, I'm 100% certain that if CC had gave the journalist what they wanted no one would care about feminism.

I’m sorry, anon, I really don’t agree.

Listen, I’ve been accused of being a CC apologist (even though I STRONGLY DISLIKE his writing and approach to running The X-Files) simply because I’ve stated I don’t believe he hates women (that opinion actually led to its own little witchhunt, let me tell ya). But in this case, I don’t think Chris is being unfairly picked on. It’s just sad that no women are on the writing staff for Season 11 and I believe it’s legitimate to point that out and write about it. I believe it’s also legitimate that Gillian felt it was sad too, and said so.

But if you believe this is a personal attack on Chris consider these questions:

- Were David Lynch and/or Vince Gilligan ever accused by several women of sexual harassment on the set? (Yes, Chris was…look it up.)

- Were female leads working on a show run by Frank, Vince or David Lynch ever vocal about being offered half the salary of their equally famous male counterpart?

- Are Twin Peaks or Breaking Bad celebrated for creating a strong female role that inspired more women to go into the sciences and law enforcement?

- Are these other programs in desperate need of help in terms of the way their storytelling unfolded and the way in which women are portrayed in them?

Here is what also makes me so very sad: The X-Files could be so much more. It could be a better TV show, sure; but it could also be a game changer offscreen, as well as onscreen. It is well positioned and high-profile enough to lead by example and put a few women firmly in writers’ chairs and behind the camera as directors. It could inspire young women. I could turn to my teenaged girl in S11 - who loves this damn show too - and say, “You know what? A woman wrote this. You could write a show someday too, if you want.”

But I can’t do that now. So maybe you think people are just bitching about Chris and Gillian is just whining and biting the hand that feeds her; but if you do, you really don’t get it all. The X-Files is not the only show that doesn’t properly represent women behind the scenes; but being one of many doesn’t give it a free pass, either. Things need to change and I, for one, am really glad the press is picking up on the story. I’m glad Gillian commented on it - which took courage to do, btw. I’m proud of her and proud to be her fan. At the very least, I can say to my kid, “Here is someone who speaks up for equality even when it’s hard. You can do that too.”

anonymous asked:

I read your post about transphobia of Japan. I identify myself as genderqueer and MtF lesbian. I tried to join the event for lesbians in Tokyo, but they rejected me at the entrance. Because, I have my beautiful beard and my ID says I am biologically male. I was there with my classy black dress, but they didn't think me as woman! This is so transphobic! Also, I think the term lesbian itself is very transphobic. TERF lesbians should go to hell. We need safe space for queer and non-binary in Japan!

i’m really sorry to hear about the shitty experience that you had, anon. sadly, it’s not the first time that i’ve heard of someone having this experience and i suspect that i might even know the event that you tried to go to. it’s incredibly frustrating how a lot of LG(BT) spaces / events in Japan are gendered, binarist, cissexist and / or transphobic…

i respectfully disagree that the word “lesbian” itself is transphobic, however. it’s my personal opinion that people (such as TERFs) are transphobic and transphobic people can and do use words in transphobic ways, but the word “lesbian” in and of itself isn’t transphobic.

having said that, i totally agree with you that TERFs (by they lesbian or not) can and should fuck off.

speaking of safe places for queer and non-binary people in Japan, there’s actually a great event going right now as i type this. it’s called ジェンダーフリーパーティー X (Gender Free Party X). it’s an event specifically made for trans / non-binary people (although anyone is free to attend) that’s held a few times a year in Tokyo. i’ve gone to one of their events in the past and i can’t recommend it enough if you’re a trans / non-binary person in Japan who wants to meet other trans / non-binary people or just be in a non-gendered space where people are conscious and accepting of gender variance.

if by chance you see this in time, perhaps you could even check it out tonight? otherwise, i’m sure another party will be held again in a few months time and perhaps i’ll even see you there? ;) you can keep up on when the next event will be held by following or periodically checking the event’s Twitter, here.

that event aside, it can be really hard to find safe, inclusive spaces / events… there are a few “mix bars” (ミックスバー) in Ni Chome that anyone regardless of gender or sexuality are welcome in, but i can’t think of a particular one off the top of my head to recommend. there are also Xジェンダー (non-binary) / trans specific オフ会 (meetups), but you usually have to find out about them via word of mouth or Twitter. lastly, there are also LGBT cafes in Tokyo like CoCoLo Cafe and Café Lavandería, which are great places to grab a bite to eat, read a book or hangout with friends. Café Lavandería in particular sometimes has great live music with occasional spoken word and other artistic events, but i highly recommend them both if you just want a safe space without the goal of actually meeting new people.

anyway, i totally feel your pain, anon. it really, really pisses me off how gendered, transphobic, cissexist, etc things are here… i keep telling my cis lesbian Japanese friends why going to lesbian events with them makes me uncomfortable because i know i’m literally only allowed through the door based on being misgendered as female– that if i didn’t “”appear female”” to them, they totally would not even let me in– but they don’t seem to understand how upsetting that or the transphobia etc in general is…. there are, of course, lesbians in Japan who aren’t like that and who are accepting of trans / non-binary people, but general awareness of trans / non-binary anything is so poor in Japan to begin with, making finding such people hard… sigh.

hang in there, anon. things are slowly but surely getting better as Xジェンダー / trans people in Japan are slowly but surely creating spaces and events for ourselves to combat the current state of the LG(BT) community in Japan. it takes a lot of time, patience and effort, but i hope you can find safe spaces for yourself in the meantime.

all the best!

edit: ah, one more thing that i only just remembered. i recently found out that Gold Finger, a well-known lesbian bar in Ni Chome, has an “LGBT Karaoke Night” every Friday night where they open up the bar to everyone. i hesitate to mention Gold Finger at all, though, because they have been known to not allow trans women into their bar when it’s a “women only” night or into their monthly parties… chances are high that the event that you were turned away from may have been affiliated with them. that said, it’s an option that exists in a country with so few options at all, so i thought i’d throw it out there with that cautionary tidbit of information for people to decide for themself whether to go or not. there’s also an “FTM Night” on Mondays for those interested in that.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm struggling a little and maybe you can help? I didn't know who to ask. I really like Islam, but I'm Jewish and I've always been told that Islam preaches against Jewish people and there was a tribe of Jewish people that Muhammad

executed. I guess what I want to know is is Islam open to me? Will I be descriminated against? Did Muhammad hate Jewish people? I’m sorry if these are dumb questions. I literally don’t know a single Muslim irl. :( I’m sorry if I offended you at all.

Hello and Salam (Peace) ❤︎ 

I’m very happy you reached out to me! Feel free to always ask me any questions, there should be no worry if they’re ‘dumb’ or not! No need to apologize!

Islam is a mercy for all mankind, it doesn’t matter who or what you are, Islam is for you! I actually know a Jewish revert, if you wanna speak to her lemme know!

1. Islam DOES NOT preach against Jewish people

Islam tells Muslims to be tolerant of all religions and it is not permissible for a Muslim to mock other’s beliefs. We are all from Adam, and from that we must believe in respect of each other.

We believe simply,

“For you is your religion, and for me is mine.” [109:6]

Allah doesn’t not encourage the Prophet (pbuh) to compel people to be Muslims;

And had your Lord willed, those on earth would have believed - all of them entirely. Then, [O Muhammad], would you compel the people in order that they become believers? [10:99]

Islam says no to compulsion in religion;

There shall be no compulsion in [acceptance of] the religion [2:256]

2. Jews are ‘People of the Book’, who have an honor in Islam

Jews and Christians are People of the Book, meaning that we are all monotheistic and share the same religious principles. The true definition of a Muslim is to submit to God (who is one), and so Jews do this! We honor this highly. In fact, we are allowed to marry Jews and Christians (Quran 5:5).

We are encouraged to recognize our similarities;

“Say O people of the Book! Come to common terms as between us and you that we worship none but God; that we associate no partners with Him; that we erect not, from among ourselves, lords and patrons other than God. If then they turn back, say: “Bear witness that we (at least) are Muslims (bowing to God’s Will).” [3:64]

We make no distinction between us;

“Say: We believe in God, and in what has been revealed to us and what was revealed to Abraham, Ishmael, Isaac, Jacob, and the Tribes, and in (the Books) given to Moses, Jesus, and the Prophets from their Lord: We make no distinction between one and another.” [3:84]

We should not argue with you and only be kind (except with means better) (unless it is self-defense matters)

“And dispute not with People of the Book, except with means better (than mere disputation), unless it be with those of them who inflict wrong and injury.” [29:46]

3. The Prophet (pbuh) treated Jews extremely well

Muhammad (peace be upon him) worked hard to ensure Jews had freedom of religion in Medina, and they did. Jews and Christians and Muslims lived peacefully among each other.

The Prophet (pbuh) said: “Let it be known, if any one (Muslim) commits injustice, insults, aggravates, mistreats or abuses a person of the People of the Book (protected, by the state or an agreement), he will have to answer me (for his immoral action) on the Day of Judgment.” (Ahmad) 

The Prophet (pbuh) purchased and traded with Jews;

His wife Aisha said: The Prophet (ﷺ) purchased food grains from a Jew on credit and mortgaged his iron armor to him. (Bukhari)

The Prophet was respectful of Jews in many cases - here is another one:

The Prophet (pbuh) was with his companions and saw the funeral passing of a Jew. He stood and his companions asked why? They were like, he’s not a Muslim, why should we care? The Prophet remarked that we are all equal in death. He said, “was he not a human being or did he not have a soul?” (Bukhari)

The Prophet had a Jewish wife - Saffiyah. His other wife once made a rude-ish comment about her, and the Prophet did not like that;

Narrated Anas: said: “It reached Safiyyah that Hafsah said: ‘The daughter of a Jew’ so she wept. Then the Prophet entered upon her while she was crying, so he said: ‘What makes you cry?’ She said: ‘Hafsah said to me that I am the daughter of a Jew.’ So the Prophet said: ‘And you are the daughter of a Prophet, and your uncle is a Prophet, and you are married to a Prophet, so what is she boasting to you about?’ Then he said: ‘Fear Allah, O Hafsah.‘” (Tirmidhi)

The Prophet (pbuh) always said the greeting of Islam to Jews

Narrated Usamah bin Zaid: that the Prophet passed by a gathering in which the Muslims and the Jews were mixed, so he gave the Salam to them. (Tirmidhi)

We can work for Jews (why wouldn’t we, just an example of our good relations exhibited by the Prophet (pbuh))

“Narrated Jabir bin `Abdullah: There was a Jew in Medina who used to lend me money up to the season of plucking dates. (Jabir had a piece of land which was on the way to Ruma). That year the land was not promising, so the payment of the debt was delayed one year. The Jew came to me at the time of plucking, but gathered nothing from my land. I asked him to give me one year respite, but he refused. This news reached the Prophet whereupon he said to his companions, “Let us go and ask the Jew for respite for Jabir.” All of them came to me in my garden, and the Prophet started speaking to the Jew, but he Jew said, “O Abu Qasim! I will not grant him respite.” When the Prophet saw the Jew’s attitude, he stood up and walked all around the garden and came again and talked to the Jew, but the Jew refused his request. I got up and brought some ripe fresh dates and put it in front of the Prophet. He ate and then said to me, “Where is your hut, O Jabir?” I informed him, and he said, “Spread out a bed for me in it.” I spread out a bed, and he entered and slept. When he woke up, I brought some dates to him again and he ate of it and then got up and talked to the Jew again, but the Jew again refused his request. Then the Prophet got up for the second time amidst the palm trees loaded with fresh dates, and said, “O Jabir! Pluck dates to repay your debt.” The Jew remained with me while I was plucking the dates, till I paid him all his right, yet there remained extra quantity of dates. So I went out and proceeded till I reached the Prophet and informed him of the good news, whereupon he said, “I testify that I am Allah’s Messenger.” (Bukhari)

This story is cool because the Prophet (pbuh) had the power at that time in Medina to take away his rights in the debt but he never would do that. He always respected all people. That is what Muslims should do as well.

Once a group of Jews were mean to the Prophet, but he didn’t respond mean and even told his wife to not be rude back;

“Narrated `Aisha: (the wife of the Prophet) A group of Jews entered upon the Prophet and said, “As-Samu-Alaikum.” (i.e. death be upon you). I understood it and said, “Wa-Alaikum As-Samu wal-la’n. (death and the curse of Allah be Upon you).” Allah’s Messenger said “Be calm, O `Aisha! Allah loves that one should be kind and lenient in all matters.” I said, “O Allah’s Messenger! Haven’t you heard what they (the Jews) have said?” Allah’s Messenger said “I have already told them: Upon you” (Bukhari)

There’s a lot of examples, here’s one where a companion followed the Prophet’s examples and gave some meat as a gift to his neighbor, a Jew;

Abdullah ibn Amr slaughtered a sheep and said: Have you presented a gift from it to my neighbour, the Jew, for I heard the Messenger of Allah say: Gabriel kept on commending the neighbour to me so that I thought he would make an heir?  (Tirmidhi)


There was a Jewish woman who didn’t like the Prophet (pbuh) because of Islam, so to be rude she threw garbage at his house. One day, there was no trash and so the Prophet asked where the woman was. He found out she was sick and so he went to visit her and asked if she needed anything.

I could go on but yeah, the Prophet wasn’t antisemitic

4. Banu Qurayza, the tribe you heard of, weren’t executed because they were Jewish.

I prefer you read this to read the full story, but those who broke a pack that ended up hurting Muslims were the ones who were executed. They happened to be Jews, but it wasn’t because they were Jewish that they were killed. He granted many of them safety, but basically they fought back against the Muslims twice so then it was a battle.

5. The Muslims that discriminate against Jews are sinning!!

Islam is for you. Doesn’t matter if you’re Jewish or Hindu or Atheist. Anyone who says otherwise is committing a sin against you and their Lord.

There are many Jewish Muslims and many Muslims who loved Jews, marry Jews, have Jewish family and friends, and fight against antisemitism. They’re following what Islam taught them, those who do not are leaving the teachings of Islam.

If you have any other questions or need clarification, please ask me anything! I hope I made it clear a Jew can be a Muslim ~

Make Happy Starter Pack
  • Mix of comedy, deep stuff, out of context stuff, and potentially NSFW-ish sentences.
  • "Ladies if you feel me, say hell yeah!"
  • "Fellas if you feel me, say hell yeah!"
  • "Virgins, if you haven't felt a person, say hell yeah!"
  • "If you like drinking booze, let me hear you say hell yeah!"
  • "If you like smoking weed, let me hear you say hell yeah!"
  • "I can't wrap my mind around exactly why I'm here."
  • "I know you paid money."
  • "I should be funny."
  • "Look at the world. I don't know why I'm here."
  • "I would love to tell you that everything is fine."
  • "You wanna be happy... Well, get in line!"
  • "It gets old after a few minutes."
  • "Let's get this show started."
  • "I already fucked it up."
  • "Haters gonna hate. Lovers gonna love."
  • "You have to reject both sides of the spectrum to leave a healthy middle."
  • "Stop participating."
  • "Not a participatory thing going on up here."
  • "Did you not think I was gonna use this, idiot(s)?"
  • "It's not a prop."
  • "I've got a lot of problems in my life."
  • "I got no one to talk to."
  • "There's everyone and then there is just me."
  • "If I could change, don't you think that I'd do it?"
  • "God only knows, why he cursed me to be ________/(a straight white man)"
  • "I state my problems, other people roll their eyes."
  • "Three trips to the mall, zero _______ in my size."
  • "I've never been the victim of a random search for drugs."
  • "You can't say my life is easy."
  • "I know the road looks though ahead."
  • "Can't you just leave us alone?"
  • "Also, 'no' to the things you asked for."
  • "They are being greedy and they know it."
  • "Everyone thinks that I got it easy."
  • "Just because it's true, doesn't mean that it's right."
  • "So pull up a chair and put down your pitchforks."
  • "We still do, but it's not as fun now."
  • "If you were offended by that, it was ironic."
  • "Isn't that fun?"
  • "I meant the whole opposite of it."
  • "White guys... it's easy to be a white guy."
  • "We deserve a cheer once in a while."
  • "We invented a lot of stuff."
  • "Everything but peanut butter."
  • "Your grandkids are going to see this."
  • "Put the lights down."
  • "Their faces creep me out."
  • "I'm not perfect, ok?"
  • "Twice in a week? What is this?"
  • "Do you want to sing a song with me?"
  • "Hey, _____, guess what?"
  • "You're a (insert insult here)."
  • "So I was interrupted the other day-"
  • "Can you turn the lights off at least?"
  • "Why was it on a record player?"
  • "It's gonna outlive me."
  • "Do not give those dumb fucks any credit."
  • "It's all me baby, all me."
  • "How dare you make that joke so late!"
  • "I like poetry."
  • "Do not veer credit to people outside this building!"
  • "Two examples is enough."
  • "I'm right in the sweet spot."
  • "I could give that money to a homless person. But I don't do that very often."
  • "Tomorrow is a relative term. We're not getting there."
  • "You don't know where I'm going, so don't act like it."
  • "You're not ahead of me."
  • "I will retain the element of surprise."
  • "I'm trying to break out of that."
  • "This might not work."
  • "________, I heard you had sex with an older woman last night?"
  • "How does he do it?"
  • "I'm not honest for a second up here."
  • "I think country music gets a bad rep."
  • "A dirt road, a cold beer, blue jeans, a red pick-up."
  • "No shoes, no shirt."
  • "Sort of a mental typo."
  • "I could sing in mandarin."
  • "I own a private ranch that I rarely use. I don't like dirt."
  • "Now it's time to talk to the ladies."
  • "Good girl in a straw head."
  • "Thought it was a human woman."
  • "That is a scarecrow."
  • "I'm wanting you. I hope you're feeling me."
  • "You don't know what land you're in...?"
  • "They are lying to you, that's all."
  • "You deserve better."
  • "I'm not saying I'm it, but I'm the person that says you deserve better."
  • "It's the end of culture."
  • "We lost."
  • "How is this entertainment?"
  • "I saw a gorgeous dick. I was in a public restroom."
  • "You're not picturing this."
  • "I need to earn it."
  • "You need to earn it."
  • "There's more where that came from."
  • "Ladies, I know where that came from."
  • "You want a guy that's sweet."
  • "This ugy only exists in your mind."
  • "Guess what? You're right."
  • "If you want love, lower your expectations a few."
  • "Prince Charming would never settle for you."
  • "Just pick a guy and love him."
  • "Just pick a girl and love him."
  • "You wan't a girl that is noce, a girl that is not."
  • "A real girl, a hot girl, a really hot girl!"
  • "She's real, but last week she died."
  • "You might think you dick is a gift, I promise it's not."
  • "I won't settle for less than perfect."
  • "Deep down we know we don't deserve it."
  • "We all deserve love."
  • "We all suck, but love can make us suck less."
  • "It's the very best part of being alive."
  • "Original does not mean good."
  • "Anyone can do anything."
  • "What is it good for?"
  • "I don't want to get political..."
  • "They just liked the lights, I didn't even need to do jokes."
  • "Yeah, you like that?"
  • "Honey are you ok?"
  • "Are you drunk?"
  • "What's behind your back?"
  • "It's a jar of peanut butter. Alright? Sue me."
  • "Why are you holding a jar of mayonnaise."
  • "I'll clean it up."
  • "You'll make it worse if you try it."
  • "Who are you talking to?"
  • "You just gestured to the sink."
  • "I bought something."
  • "Sit in silence."
  • "Nothing tastes better than not getting sued."
  • "You don't want that desperate sort of cloying thing."
  • "I'm just overpaid, ok?"
  • "I sound mean and rude."
  • "Let a professional hear it."
  • "Stick your tongue in a plug."
  • "Hold your breath until it's gone."
  • "Take your pants off!"
  • "You think it's ok because I'm a dude?"
  • "You think it's ok because he is a dude?"
  • "It's over."
  • "We shouldn't fight to stay together just to fight again."
  • "We need to take a break from us to make it right again."
  • "Honestly are you fucking five?"
  • "I've got my father's temper. I'm emotionally inarticulate."
  • "I'm hurting inside, I'm trying to hide it."
  • "I thought you were lashing out in anger."
  • "I deserve better than you."
  • "Sorry, you're not what I need."
  • "What am I talking about, you know?"
  • "It's about... but for real, what is it about?"
  • "No one gives a shit about what we think!"
  • "The arrogant is taught."
  • "It's prison. It's horrific"
  • "I know very little about anything."
  • "He talked about his problems."
  • "I thought... maybe I could do this."
  • "Can I say my shit, _______?"
  • "I got lots of shit to say."
  • "I can't fit my hand insdie a pringle can."
  • "It's way too small."
  • "You think you can. I know you can't"
  • "Just... make them wider?"
  • "I wanna have a daughter."
  • "But that is priority numero uno."
  • "I don't go to the gym 'cause I'm self concious about my body."
  • "I'm self concious about my body because I don't go to the gym."
  • "Irony can be so painful."
  • "Dude, you should have warned me."
  • "No one wants to have a messx burrito."
  • "I wouldn't have gotten the _______ if I knew it wouldn't fit."
  • "I wouldn't have got half of it."
  • "I'm ok with small mistakes."
  • "I don't think that I can handle this right now."
  • "I can sit here an pretend that my biggest problems are pringle cans and burritos."
  • "The truth is my biggest problem is you."
  • "I want to please you but stay true to myself."
  • "Part of me loves you, part of me hates you, part of you needs you, part of me fears you."
  • "I should probably just shut up."
  • "You can tell them anything."
  • ""I hope you're happy."
  • "Oh, good, it's just us."
  • "If you hated it, it's fair."
  • "On a scale of one to zero, ________?"
  • "Are you happy?"
  • "But what the fuck kind of question is 'are you happy'?"
  • "Oh god, my dad was right."
  • "You're everything you hated. Are you happy?"
  • "Hey, look, Mom, I made it! Are you happy?"

xaandiir  asked:

I just listened to Assassins for the first time after your recommendation and it's wonderful!! I adore Sondheim's work. What are your opinions on his other shows?

Omg, this is what I live for! Sharing my love of Sondheim with people is one of my main hobbies. 

My opinions on his other shows boil down to: Sondheim is one of the greatest artistic geniuses of the world and all his shows are remarkable. That being said, I’m not super familiar with Saturday Night, Road Show, or Do I Hear a Waltz? 

Out of Sondheim’s 19 major shows, I have seen 10 live. But there are some shows I know very intimately, even though I’ve never seen a production. Assassins is one of those shows - I know it backwards and forwards but it isn’t done very often and I missed the 2004 revival (my dad thought I was too young for it and I’m still not over it). 

So, because I’m clearly a bit of a Sondheim wonk, I will give everyone a primer on what shows to dive into. Here we go. 

If you already love musical theater, but haven’t delved into Sondheim yet, start with: 

  • Into the Woods
  • Sweeney Todd
  • Gypsy
  • Company

If you love classical music and opera, but haven’t fallen in love with musicals, start with: 

  • A Little Night Music
  • Sweeney Todd
  • Passion

If you’re a huge fan of musicals/film, but the whole “linear storytelling” thing is kind of boring you, check out:  

  • Company
  • Follies
  • Pacific Overtures
  • Assassins

If you make literally any kind of art, start with the greatest reflection on making art:  

  • Sunday in the Park with George

And here are the ones you can watch on film: 

  • West Side Story
  • A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum 
  • Company 
    • (PBS recorded the revival with Raul Esparza - find it on streaming) 
  • A Little Night Music
  • Pacific Overtures 
    • (the original was filmed and broadcast in Japan in the 70s, so it’s still floating around on YouTube) 
  • Sweeney Todd 
    • (there are lots of filmed live versions floating around and I think a DVD of the original production. Please don’t watch the Tim Burton movie if it’s your first time hearing the musical because a) Johnny Depp is a garbage person and b) Helena Bonham Carter was the worst possible choice for Mrs. Lovett in terms of vocal ability) 
  • Sunday in the Park with George 
    • (the original production was filmed) 
  • Into the Woods 
    • (again, don’t watch the movie - Emily Blunt is incredible but the whole show sort of falls apart because of the direction. The original 1988 production was filmed and is so fucking wonderful) 
  • Passion 
    • (the original was filmed and OH MY GOD THIS MUSICAL IS SO GREAT) 

And if you want to watch/listen to MY personal favorites: 

  • Assassins
  • Pacific Overtures
  • Passion
  • Sunday in the Park with George
  • Company 
  • Into the Woods

If you just want to listen to some baller songs from the shows listed here: 

  • West Side Story
    • Something’s Coming” 
    • “Maria” 
    • “Somewhere”
  • Gypsy
    • Everything’s Coming Up Roses” 
    • “Rose’s Turn” 
  • Company
    • “Sorry-Grateful” (UGH. the feelings) 
    • “Another Hundred People” 
    • “Marry Me A Little” (here’s a video of John Barrowman singing it, bc I think you guys will be into that) 
    • “Ladies Who Lunch” (a martini song - as in, pour yourself a martini and put on a shawl and parade around singing this very loudly)
    • “Being Alive” (one of the greatest songs ever written) 
  • Follies
  • A Little Night Music
    • “The Glamorous Life” 
    • “Every Day a Little Death” 
    • “Send in the Clowns” 
    • “The Miller’s Son” 
  • Pacific Overtures
    • “Poems” 
    • “Someone in a Tree” 
    • “Pretty Lady”
  • Sweeney Todd
    • “Poor Thing” 
    • “Pretty Women”
    • “Epiphany”
    • “Johanna (Quartet)”
    • “Not While I’m Around”
  • Merrily We Roll Along
  • Sunday in the Park with George
    • “Sunday in the Park with George” 
    • “Color and Light”
    • “Finishing the Hat” 
    • “Move On”
  • Into the Woods
    • “Giants in the Sky”
    • “Moment in the Woods” 
    • “Your Fault/Last Midnight” 
    • “No More” (which they left out of the film version like IDIOTS) 
    • “No One Is Alone” 
  • Assassins
    • All of it. 
    • Jk, jk, it does work best when you listen to the whole thing though
    • “Gun Song” 
    • “Unworthy of Your Love” 
    • “Another National Anthem/Family/Something Just Broke” 
  • Passion
    • “I Read” 
    • “Is This What You Call Love” 
    • “Loving You” 

But honestly, Assassins and Passion are about as perfect as art ever gets. Each of his shows have their strengths and stand-out moments, but I think I would not be the first person to say that Stephen Sondheim sometimes falters in second acts (and Sondheim faltering is still better than 99% of everyone else’s best). Both Assassins and Passion are 90 minute one act shows that are tight and thorough and expertly constructed. The first act of Sunday in the Park with George is like that as well. 

So go listen and explore and fall in love with this incredible composer! And then pls come talk to me about it. And also @personalinsanitymoment, who I am dragging into this discussion because we have different favorite musicals (because they’re all amazing!!), so I could use his input. 

I would apologize for this extremely long post, but I regret nothing.

you dont’t remember me? part 2

prompt:  bucky gets a short terms memory loss from a mission and he doesn’t remember you nor your relationship with him.

pairing: bucky x reader  tonyx reader 

warning: a bit angsty 

A/n: a lot of people wanted a second part so here you go! I will make a part 3 is you guys want one, it’s 2:25 am here so I’m gonna go to sleep. Hope you enjoy this <3 


tags: @heaven-bound-angel @electronicstrangerdaze @janeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee @vivianbabz

“ if you don’t mind me asking but, who are you?” your heart sank when Bucky said that. Bucky continued to look at you still having no clue about who you were.

“you don’t remember me?” you said with teary eyes.

You looked at Steve trying to figure out what had happened to bucky while you were unconscious. 

“ I don't think we have ever met before,” Bucky said “if we did I am sure that I wouldn’t forget someone as beautiful as you,” he said winking at you. 

Bucky was shocked at what he just did. He knew that this wasn't him. He was usually quieter and definitely less flirty. Especially to people he just met but for some reason, he couldn't control himself. It’s like his mouth that a mind of his own. 

When you first walked in the room he couldn’t help but think that he knew you, that you shared some kind of bound, like you were meant for each other. Sure he didn't know who you were but he was desperate to find out.

You couldn’t hold back your tears anymore.

You ran out of the small room Bucky was staying in. You heard your name being called out by Steve, but you paid no attention to it. 

You were running so fast, you didn’t see Tony walking in front you. 

You were knocked out your senses when you bumped into to the man himself with a loud ‘thud’. “Woah Kid you alright? why are you running?”  Tony asked you. 

You lifted your head and looked at Tony with your red puffy eyes and hugged him. He wasn’t much of a hugger but knowing the state that you were in right now he didn’t care. 

“shhh Y/n” he cooed "it will be alright. I know it will" he was your cupping face in his hands. “What happened to him” you managed to say between sniffles. 

Tony sighed “Y/n you need to rest you’ve been injured" 

“N-Nooo,” you said trying to control your sobs. “ I need to know what happened to Bucky and why he doesn't remember me, Tony. I want to know, I deserve to know.” you were now screaming “What happened after the explosion Tony? I remember a wall falling on bucky and then I got hit in the back of my head and everything went black, and now my own boyfriend doesn't even recognize me.” tears were falling from your eyes once again as you remembered the scene that happened earlier with Bucky. 

Tony sighed and wiped the tears from your cheek. “Y/n… I know you deserve to know and you will” Tony looked at you “ but right now you need to rest.” “but Tony I-” you tried to compromise ” No but’s I want you to go take a shower and sleep and then I promise I will tell you what happened to Barnes" You nodded and left. 

Tony was your best friend, he was always there for you whenever you needed him and you were always there for him. Even though he didn’t like Bucky he tried to get along with him for your sake. 

You didn’t know when you fell asleep. 

After you woke up you ran out of your room eager to find Tony.

You looked for Tony around the base but he was nowhere to be seen. So you went to the one place where you were sure that Tony Stark would be. His Lab. 

“Tony” you screamed,  "I  want explanations now". He took off his glasses off and turned towards you. “ come with me” Tony asked as he walked out of the lab and entered the infirmary.  

You were standing behind a glass wall. Through the wall, you could see Bucky talking to Steve and laughing at something he said. 

You couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend’s cuteness. You loved seeing him smile, you love the way his nose would scrunch up and he how he would have crinkles around his eyes. You loved everything about him. 

“Y/n?” Tony spoke gaining your attention" after we saved both of you and brought you to the infirmary we found out that Bucky got hit on the head “ he explained “how did he hit in the head? A wall fell on him?” you asked him “well we’re guessing that when the wall fell on him it must have hit the back of his head which is why he got diagnosed with a short term memory loss” The black haired man told you. 

“That’s why he doesn’t remember me?” he nodded “ I did some test on him to see if he, you know will go all winter soldier again, and found out that he won’t, but he doesn’t remember the fight between Steve and I but he knows that something happened between us” and  now he  said looking through the glass wall.

“so he remembers everything but me?” you said letting a tear slip not because Bucky doesn’t remember you or your relationship. No, because Bucky went through a lot in the past and now when his life started to get a bit better it just got worse. 

Tony put his arms around your shoulders.

 " it will be alright Y/n,“  he said in a reassuring tone “you need to help him remember stuff that he forgot. Doctor Cho did say that he would regain his memory faster if we help him remember  all the stuff he forgot.”

“you think so?” you said looking at him

“ I know so” you looked at him and smiled. 

“thank you, Tony, for everything” he raised an eyebrow “ I know you don’t really like Bucky, but you’re still helping him. That means a lot to me” Tony kissed your temple “no problem kid, what are friends for” he said against your temple.  

You got out of the room and saw Wanda coming towards you. She gave you a big hug “ hey Y/n, I heard what happened with Bucky and I’m sorry but, I will help you help him remember” she said giving you a warm smile.

“ me too,” said a voice that came from back of you. 

It was Steve, you smiled at both them. 

“C-can I see h-him” you stuttered a bit, your voice hoarse for crying. 

Steve nodded and you went to  Bucky’s room, he was sleeping. He looked so peaceful and innocent while he slept. 

You couldn’t help but place a soft kiss on his forehead. 

As you retreated from the kiss bucky opened his eyes. 

Part 3 nay or yay?
Something about Sappy Nicknames (Bumbleby)

Blake had heard, somewhere, about people sometimes waking up with a sudden start.

On Saturdays, she tended to wake up with a sudden stop.

At least the solution was simple, if prolonged. All Blake had to do to fix things was groan at the indistinct blurs that made up the world until they decided to coalesce into something solid.

Uuuuuuuuurgh.” Like that.

“Woah.” The particularly golden blur at the corner of Blake’s eye spoke up. “You’re not even up and at ‘em and it already sounds like today’s kicking your butt.”

“I hope that’s Yang I’m hearing.” Usually Blake punctuated her sentences with raised eyebrows. Today, sniffles would have to do. “I’d really hate to have get bloodstains on the school’s bedsheets.”

“Aw, I knew our Blake was somewhere beneath all that fluff and grumbles!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Blake sat up as best as she could. She imagined it looked something like a drunken attempt at pitching a tent made of gelatin, but it was what she had to offer. “Hrm. What’s up?”

Yang giggled. Blake didn’t blame her. “Oh, nothing much. Just a little something to turn you from 'mourning’ to 'morning’!”

“… what?”

“Ta-da!” Yang didn’t do things with a flourish. Yang did flourishes with things attached. Pressing the object from behind her back into Blake’s waiting hands was one of those things. “One steaming hot cup of tea – with a spoonful of honey – for all your caffeine-addict needs! Just the thing to get you rising, shining and, dare I say, radiant! Back to your normal Blakey self.”

It was an interesting experience, thinking in ellipses. But Blake didn’t know what else to, for lack of a better term, say.

The cup was lifted to her lips. The heat spread throughout Blake’s body. She sighed, to vent the excess.

This girl was a saint. What else did you call someone who handed you salvation?

“Thank you, angel.”

At that point in time, somewhere in the wide, wide world of Remnant, someone dropped an expensive plate, which shattered into several pieces. Blake could be certain, because the room was suddenly quiet enough for her to hear it.

Apparently, you called them … your platonic friend … angel.


There wasn’t much time to think anything more than that, because Yang was giggling, and it was turning Blake’s heartbeat into a very nervous rollercoaster. “It’s no problem, sweetie-pie!” Blake didn’t even need to look at her to see the smile. “Anything else I can do for you, honeybun?”

Oh. Oh, a challenge.

Well, then.

“If you’re offering, shnookums, I could use an extra pillow.” Blake took another sip of tea. “Maybe a shoulder massage, if my sweetheart is so inclined.”

“Your wish is my command, dearheart!” The pillow appeared behind Blake’s head as if by magic, and the hands appeared on her shoulders as if by divinity. “Anything else you want me to do for you, sugar lump?”

“Mmm.” That was a lower pitch than Blake had intended. Onwards and upwards. “Just keep being yourself, apple of my eye, and we’ll have no problems whatsoever.”

If Yang’s laughter was the sun, her voice was a dainty handkerchief trying to blot out the sky. “Only if you’ll return the favor, darling.”

“Hardly a fair trade, heart’s desire.” Blake wasn’t doing much better disguising her own giggles – they bubbled up even through the sip of tea. “Up against you - bright eyes, shining star, angel in disguise - however am I to compare?”

“Are you kidding me, baby doll?” Yang’s hand ran through Blake’s bedhead without, apparently, much difficulty. “Between this gorgeous hair, that killer bod and your razor-sharp wit, you, temptress, are just about perfect!”

Blake had to stop herself from leaning back into the sensations. And from giggling some more. “You’re too kind, my one and only.”

“Only because you deserve it, buttercup!” Yang grasped Blake’s chin between thumb and forefinger, and turned her head so that they might see eye to eye, and rubbed their noses together, and oh, Dust. “I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure that from now on, your time here is as amazing as you are. Love of my life.”

Much later on, when her thoughts weren’t otherwise occupied, Blake would blame a combination of sleepyheadedness and amethyst eyes for the way her errant lips found their way to Yang’s own.

And then, after that, she’d remember. Like living through it all again.

She’d remember the way her breath and Yang’s own crashed into each other, and then ceased entirely. She’d remember her heart seeming to stop and accelerate at the same time. She’d remember lips that didn’t need to form words to make poetry. She’d remember a taste like honey in the teapot of life.

But most of all, she’d remember what it felt like when Yang kissed her back. In that blessed moment, all the indistinct blurs of the world coalesced into something solid - particularly that golden one in the corner of Blake’s mind.

She was more than awake. She was more than alive. Blake was aware.

Separation, inevitable, happened in gradations – Blake was so desperate to take the moment back with her – and when she opened her eyes, Yang was there and blushing and bright. “So, uh. Wow. Okay.” And smiling. “You win this round, kitten.”

Maybe all Blake really needed was something worth waking up for.

At least I didn't bring the gun?

Summary: Steve and reader have a spur of the moment proposal before he leaves on a long term mission. Reader then awaits his return by planning the wedding with various avengers.

Words: 3067

Warnings: I don’t think any but it’s late and I’m tired so who knows

(A/N): I honestly have no idea where this came from but I hope you guys like it

Originally posted by richardgecko

 "I have to go (Y/N).“ Steve said packing socks that you’re handing him into a duffel bag. "I don’t want too but I don’t really have an option.”

“But what am I going to do for 6 months Steve?” You whined. You stole a pair of socks and held it away from Steve.

“You hang out with however is around the tower. And you write to me, and call me. And read lots of books.” He says as he reaches over you and takes his socks.

“Ugh how come you have to be there the whole time? Nobody else does.” You throw yourself back onto the bed. Steve lays down next to you propping himself up in his elbows and kissing you gently.

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I always thought it really stupid that the twins apparently only learn who their mother was years after ROTJ, so I fixed it. Shortly after ROTJ (like three days after ROTJ), twinsy stuff, supportive Han, droid shenigans. Leia POV

The celebration is still going on, three days after the battle of Endor, and Leia feels pleasantly buzzed on happiness, victory, relief and the company of the two men with her, her lover and her brother. There’s still a part of her that explodes in giddyness whenever she thinks about it. Luke is her brother, not just her best friend but her actual twin brother. She smiles, and feels Luke smile, too.

They are sitting in the little hut the Ewoks had offered them. It’s not much, and most definitively only temporary, but it has a roof and a door and a couple matts that make for a somewhat comfortable bed. Not that they care all that much, especially in the first two day they’d spend a huge amount of time just sleeping and recovering from everything, as well as telling each other all that had happened.

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“You Wouldn’t Have.” 3/?

BTS Taehyung Fanfiction 

Theme: Angst, Fluff, Violence, Gang / Mafia AU

Word Count: 1652 Words

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

WARNING: This chapter may trigger sensitive things. Please read with caution.

Originally posted by bangts

“Yeah, it’s me.”

He walks in and closes the door. He sees me looking at him by the cabinet.

“Are you okay? You seem quite scared.”

“O-of course I am. I just got kidnapped by you guys.”

He comes closer and bends down on one knee.

“I’m sorry.”

“Huh?” I tilted my head in confusion.

“I’m sorry you’re caught up in this mess. We didn’t want this to happen in the first place. I begged Namjoon to keep you alive. So you should be happy you’re still breathing.” He sits down in front of you, looks down then back to you.

“Taehyung is right, you do get attached easily.” I mumbled.

“What? Taehyung told you that? He’s lying. I’m not weak.”


“Do you really think I’m desperate over you? Don’t think that way. I just didn’t want to see another girl die from Namjoon’s hands.”

“Namjoon? I’m guessing he’s the leader of your group?”

He nods, “Yeah, he seems like the bad guy here. But, he’s not. He’s just trying to protect us. He’s like a big brother to me. He doesn’t want us to break apart.”

“I see. Jungkook right? C-Can you tell me what’s your group about? Who’s in it? What do you guys do?”

“That’s something you don’t want to know. But since you’re here in our territory, I’ll tell you who’s in it.”

I look at him in which brought me closer to him. My curiosity caught him off guard.

“You really want to know huh?” he asks. I nodded, bringing me right in front of him.

“Well, you know our group leader, Namjoon. He basically controls everything here. He finds out who’s against us and who’s with us. Right now that’s what he’s trying to figure out about you. We have Jin, which is the oldest one in the group, he’s really parent like. Better than what most of us had. Yoongi, he’s a really cold guy. He really wasn’t that type of person that smiles. Once in awhile he does when we’re doing something stupid. Hoseok, he’s the one that figures out where to go to find our targets. He always the happy person in our group. Cheering us up and making us forget what we’re supposed to do sometimes. But he can be a cold person once in awhile, to the point where he can kill someone other than our target. Jimin, I know you just met Jimin a while ago. He’s not a bad guy, he only does that to scare people. But, other than that it’s best for you to stay away from him. He always out drinking, playing around with girls, and getting into fights. He only does that to get rid of the bad times he has had in the past. Most of us had bad pasts, it’s just what it is.”

“How about Taehyung?” I asked.

He scoffs, “What about him?”

“You were going to tell me all the members, but you didn’t tell me about Taehyung.”

“Ah, Taehyung. He’s older than me, but he’s something.”

“What do you mean something?” I ask.

He leans closer to me, less than an inch away from my face. I was getting flustered, not knowing what he was going to do.

“He’s not who you think he is.”

There was a moment of silence, then he leans back.

“He’s only doing this because you remind him of his dead girlfriend.”

“What? D-Dead girlfriend?” I stuttered.

He nods, “She died because of something that happened to her.”

“What happened to her?”


Curiosity hits me. I wanted know who she was and what happened to her. Taehyung didn't’ seem like a bad guy. But from what Jungkook said, it may be something different of Taehyung.

“She was raped and murdered.”

My eyes widen as I heard those two terms. Raped. Murdered.

“Before he was in group, he lived with his girlfriend in an apartment. They weren’t really a happy couple. They had fights multiple of times. One day, they had a fight, a huge one. He was very violent towards her. She was as well. They never really had a fight with physical contact, but it was one. The fight got worse, to the point where he actually hit her.”

There was a moment of silence once again. I gripped the bottom of my shirt, enduring what he was saying.

“Do you want me to continue?” he asks.

I nodded.

“Well, after what he did, she left the apartment. Taehyung felt regretful on what he did to her. After what he did and finding out what happened to her, he felt miserable. The police found her body in an alleyway, but they never found out who did it to her.”

He looks at his hand then at me.

“That’s why he saved you that night.”

“Oh. So that’s why, if I didn’t remind him of his girlfriend-”

“He would’ve let you die there. From Namjoon’s hands.”

“But you begged him to keep me alive. Why?” I asked in a questionable tone.

He chuckles, “Like I said, I didn’t want Namjoon to kill another girl.”

“Another girl? So he had killed one before.”


“Who was she? Was she someone different? Or was she just a girl that saw you kill-”

“I can’t tell you that. But I’ll tell you one thing.”

I lean in, trying to listen what he was going to say.

“She did exactly what you did in the alleyway.”

“Oh, and I’m guessing she didn’t get out of that alleyway.”

“Correct, you’re smart.” He smiled.

“And guess what Taehyung did to her before she died?”


He looks at me in the eyes and my body hits and lays onto the ground. Pinning my arms above my head.

“Just like what happened to his dead girlfriend.”

“Jungkook, what are you doing?!” A voice was heard behind him.

He lets go of me and I crawled back behind the cabinet. He looks behind him and smirks. I can see that grin on the side of his face.

“Ah, sorry. I guess I got carried away with her. I was just demonstrating to her something-”

he pauses and looks at me.


He gets up and heads towards Taehyung, “Don’t worry, I didn’t do anything stupid.”

He walks out the room, I see Taehyung with a bag in his hands and walking towards me.

“Are you okay? Did Jungkook hurt you anywhere? I’ll do something about hi-”

“I-I’m fine T-Taehyung.” I stuttered.

“You don’t look too well. Maybe you just didn’t eat yet.”

He opens the bag to see a bunch of food in styrofoam cups and plates. He takes the food out the places onto the ground. You look at the food, stomach growling, you crawled closer to Taehyung. He smiles at you, he takes your hand and puts a fork in it.

“Eat, you’re probably starving.”

I look at the food and places my fork the the cup of ddeokbokki. I places one in my mouth and chewed. The savoring taste made wanting more. I rushed and grabbed the cup and start placing more in my mouth. Chewing fast, adding more and more into my mouth. The heat was burning my tongue a bit, but I didn’t care. I took my spoon and put it in the bowl of plain white rice. I took a spoonful and put it into my mouth.

“Hey, slow down. You’re going to get sick if you eat that fast.”

He was right, it’s only been one day and I’m eating like I haven’t been for months. I hated the fact that I’m looking like a homeless person. I felt so scared. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t eating right now as well. My eyes started to water as I continued on eating. Eating faster, drinking the water faster to get the food faster down to my stomach. I sniffled as I continued on eating. Placing my head buried in my knees once more. Sobbing, scared, figuring out what was going to happen to me.

“Don’t cry. It’s making me feel bad for you.”

He heads closer to me and pulls me by his side. I shiver from his touch, afraid on what he was going to do.

“It’s okay. Just eat.”

I nodded and continued on eating. I forgot who Taehyung was, what Jungkook told me, and why I should fear Taehyung. Taehyung’s hand was gripping on my arm pulling me into his chest. Of course I ignored it. I was too busy with my starving self than focusing on what he was doing. I wiped my tears and continued on. As I was eating I heard the door slam open. I looked to see a tall man with pale pink hair. It wasn’t bright pink, but it wasn’t dark pink as well. It was the same man that had the sharp object to my neck that night.

He storms towards me and grabs a fistful of my hair. Pulling me away from Taehyung, I scream in pain.

I was pulled into a big place. It looked like an abandoned workplace. I was pushed into a chair in the middle of the place. I attempted to get off the chair until he pulls a pocket knife in front of me.

“If you run, this knife will slice your throat and you will slowly yet painfully bleed to death.”

I quieted myself, my eyes started to water.

“Namjoon hyung! What are you doi-”

“Not now Taehyung. She’s going to help us with something.”

I look down to the ground, as I was doing so the man so called Namjoon grabs my chin and examines my face left to right.

“Something very important.”

He smirks and lets go of me.

“Alright boys, grab your weapons.” Namjoon said outloud.

“What are we doing?” Jungkook said with confused face.

“We’re going to take back what’s rightfully ours.”


                  Oikawa Tooru & Alexander The Great 

So, I wanted to take a moment to talk about this topic for a bit. I know there are several other posts that already analyze the symbolic nature to these two figures but I’m not here to necessarily to do that. There is another wavelength I would like to cover that has recently came to my attention. 

For readers, it is clearly evident to why Furudate would make a reference to Alexander the Great in regards to Oikawa. In terms of leadership and his position of command, Tooru holds great qualities that help him lead his team to victory. When I really took the time to think about it and do a bit of research, I found that you could argue that the reference goes a bit deeper than expected.  

A little history lesson here ( and please correct me if I’m wrong on any of this, I’m no expert really ) but Alexander the Great believed in Greek Polytheism. While this form of religion is very broad and has many different complexities to it, the Greek culture holds values a bit different for their time period. In famous literature, as seen in classics such as The Iliad and The Odyssey, a common theme, and quite heavily enforced, presented throughout was man’s downfall because of pride. 

The Iliad depicts this lesson well, explaining how Achilleas wouldn’t have lost his lover if it had not been for his stubborn pride. Though, in this time period strength and brute force was considered essential in war. Later though, as referenced in The Odyssey, cleverness and the intelligence of outsmarting your enemy is valued more than just physical strength in itself. Odysseus is an intelligent man, coming up with witty ways to escape his enemies but like anything else, his pride puts him in dangerous situations, ones that could have been avoided at best. 

I like to believe Furudate was inspired by the philosophy of the Greek and there was a significance to choosing Alexander the Great from this time period. The way I kind of see it is Oikawa’s rival, Ushiwaka-chan, can be referenced to the old school mentality of “brawns over brains.” This is not saying that Ushiwaka is unintelligent. In this time period, the greatest and strongest warriors were always sent out to fight the main battles, taking the role of leadership. This basically reminded me of the chapter where Waka’s coach talks about his style of game play, where players are chosen solely to help Waka. Oikawa represents the evolved belief, that being tactical is more useful, drawing out the most from his teammates and multiplying their talents. 

What spurred this thought on was Oikawa’s famous line, “This insignificant pride of mine, you had better damn well remember it.” I find it so ironic and interesting that this topic/theme is brought up here. Is it pure coincidence or is there really significance to this whole ordeal?

"He's a dick" - Michael Clifford [smut]

Requested - yes

Anonymous - “Heyy, can you do a thingy where you had a boyfriend of like maybe 6 months or something and he cheats on you so you go to your best bud Micheal bc crying and you have some fluff and then it turns into smut bc perf? (Note: you can change anything you want to really, I t'was just trying to not be vague and stuff so Yeahyeahyeahyeah thanks) Love your blog-y blog thing by the wayy :D”

A/N: I love this one, and don’t worry about being vague or not, if your vague it gives me more space to fiddle if your not it challenges me to be creative while still fitting the criteria, I love all the requests I get even if it takes forever to get through them.
ps- If I haven’t done your request yet don’t worry I will get round to it I have about 30 sitting in my ask, I’m sorry :)

Also this features needy Michael can I get a what what

Word Count - 1132


‘He’s a dick’

'He doesn’t deserve you’

'He doesn’t know just how much he’s lost’

All tweets that you get almost as soon as you tweet the devastating news that your long term boyfriend has cheated on you. You didn’t actually tweet it straight out you said 'I normally don’t mind sharing but I draw the line when it comes to guys’ but you don’t have to be a wizard to figure that one out. You’ve built up a fair following on twitter being friends with all of 5sos and constantly being tagged in their pictures, you didn’t think the fans would actually care about you though. No matter how many sympathetic tweets you can’t help but continue thinking that you did deserve it. Maybe you didn’t keep him entertained? He obviously wasn’t satisfied. What could you have possibly done for him to cheat on you? All this runs through your head until you get another tweet, this time from a familiar face:

’@Michael5sos: WHAT DID HE DO??’

You can tell he is angry, anyone can, and to be fair he has a right to be. Michael has always been your best friend and from the start he never trusted your, now ex, boyfriend.

’@[Y/T/N]: Mikey, don’t worry’


’@[Y/T/N]: Can we not do this publicly on twitter?’

’@Michael5sos: Come over to mine?’

’@[Y/T/N]: I’ll be there in 5’

You head over to Mikey’s place, wearing sweats and comfy shoes, not the most glamorous attire. Before you left twitter had gone mental; 'She’s going to his house’, 'Mikey’s got a girl over’, 'Battlestations 5sos fam we’ve got a wild night ahead’, it did make you feel a little better to see the fandom getting all protective. 

As soon as Mikey opened to door he engulfed you, pulling you to his chest as you begin to sob.

“Sh… it’s okay, it’s all okay,” he strokes your hair. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

You nod slightly and eventually you find your way to the sofa.

“How did you find out?”

“He was getting sloppy with the secrets I guess…” you answer.

He furrows his brow in confusion.

“She called to ask him to pick her up from the airport and I answered,” you explain.

“Well that’s just plain stupid,” Michael says. “How do you feel?”

“I’m not sure, sort of glad to be rid of him but I can’t help but think it was my fault, Mikey,” you admit.

“No,” he says with force.

“It’s true,” tears spill from your eyes again.

“No, don’t think like that, you did nothing wrong, [Y/N]. This is all his fault, he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” Michael shakes you lightly by the shoulders.

“You’re just saying that,” you dry your eyes a little.

“I’m really, honestly not,” he looks at his feet. “Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah, of course you can, you always can,” you say, lightheartedly.

“No, but this is different, it’s serious, it could change how you look at me,” he turns to you and you can see from his eyes just how serious this actually is.

You nod, now a little scared.

“I really like you, like-like you,” he says, not breaking eye contact.

“Y-you what?” you are take aback.

“I like you, have done for a while, but then you started going out with him…”

“Wait you’ve liked me since before I was with him?” he nods. “Michael why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know, i-it was never the right time, I didn’t know how and I knew you’d never like me-”

He’s cut off when your lips crash against his. It’s not something you planned on doing, but your body is working separately to your mind right now. You push him backwards so he’s lying on his back on the sofa and crawl on top of him, your hands on his chest while he slowly begins to kiss back.

“What are you doing?” he asks breaking the kiss momentarily.

“Stop, don’t talk, we can talk later, just let this happen,” you answer him, your breath already shallow with the adrenalin coursing through you.

He allows you to straddle his lap, his hands finding your waist as you manage to deepen the kiss. It doesn’t take long before you feel a hardening at his crotch, which turns you on a hell of a lot. You softly begin to grind against him which entices a groan which vibrates against your lips making you smirk. You move to kiss his neck moving up to kiss along his jawline and when you reach just under his ear he lets slip a throaty groan. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he takes the hint and sits up to pull his shirt over his head. When he lies back down you kiss down his chest before unfastening his belt buckle and his fly sliding his jeans down his legs revealing the tent in his boxers.

“Hold up,” he says weakly. “If we’re going to continue you’re going to have to be wearing a lot less clothing”

You click your tongue, “Impatient, Mikey”

You sit up and peel off your shirt. Michael stares at your chest as you’re not wearing a bra. You take of your sweatpants leaving you in only your underwear. Michael’s hands snake up your sides and to your chest as you reconnect your lips with his. He hooks his fingers at the waistband of your panties and slips them down your legs as you let him. You remove his boxers too and continuously let your hands drift dangerously near his crotch, each time hearing his breath hitch.

“Fuck, quit teasing,” he curses.

Without warning him you line him with him and lower yourself onto him. His head rolls back and your back arches while you let out a moan for the first time.

His moans are higher pitched and more whimpers as he says, “Holy shit, you’re perfect”

He grips your hips guiding your pace and giving you the most pleasure possible. Your hands rest on his chest until he sits up and presses his plump pink lips to your collarbones. Your nails scratch down his back and into his hair.

Michael’s whimpers, groans and muffled mumbles continue until you feel the knot in your stomach grow.

“Mikey I’m close,” you exhale.

“Me too babe, I’m not going to last,” he says.

You clench around him as he buries his face into your chest to block out his last final groan while he lets go too.

The two of you fall down into a mess of sweaty pile of limbs.


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anonymous asked:

Momma, I was(and still am) very in love but very broken hearted now. I don't know what to do. I haven't slept, I cry almost all the time and I just want the pain to end. Everything reminds me of this and I just wish I didn't exist to feel this way..

First off i’m sorry about your break up, breakups can be hard and I just want to let you know it does get better. You are an awesome person and you will heal and the pain WILL end, its only temporary. 

A few things/steps that may help you:

Think through everything - Consider the reasons you two broke up. Even if it sometimes seems as if there wasn’t a good reason, there certainly was one. This may help you come to terms with things a bit more, see mistakes and learn from them.

Keep your space. -This means not seeing each others, no phone calls, no e-mails, no text messages and no IMs (not necessarily as a permanent measure, but until you feel that you can converse with them on a purely platonic level)- However this may not be for everyone. Sometimes its better to just end things

Deal with the hate phase. -This is when you want to just scream because your rage feels boundless. Its ok to have this but don’t let it take over your life. this should only last long.

Cope with the pain appropriately. -(It’s okay to feel like you have messed up) accepting responsibility for your mistakes or is healthy. On the other hand, you must also accept that you are a good person, and that you did your best and you’re not the only one who made mistakes. 

Accept-  accept that you both made mistakes. That is ok. You are both human. The break up was for the best, one if not both of you where unhappy. 

Talk to/ confide in friends. - Surround yourself with people you care about, in this tough time. Surrounding yourself with compassionate, supportive friends and family will help you see yourself as a worthwhile person, and you’ll find it comforting.

Express yourself- Write all your feelings down, paint them, draw them, do anything you can to let your emotions out. It is a way to help you vent.

Change things around- cleaning and organizing your space can leave you feeling refreshed and prepared for the new things to come. A mess can be overwhelming and depressing, and will just add to your stress level. 

Remove memory triggers. - There are things that remind you of your ex. A song, a smell, a sound, a place. Once the grieving period has had some time to process, don’t dwell on painful feelings or memories. 

Find happiness- Look in your life for other things that make you feel happy. It can be an old hobby or even a new one. Even spending time with your friends and family.

Let go of the negative feelings- Understand that there is no benefit in holding on to heartache, regret, and hatred. Realize that although it is over, your relationship with that person was unique and special and take what you have learned from it.

Remember that just because this relationship has ended doesn’t mean things get better, there are so many things to look forward to. We love you! xoxo

-Hermit Sam

inthedayilosesharpness-deactiva  asked:

I think that the other day when that person called you a racist they meant your bindi and not your dreads, I didn't know what a bindi was when I heard some people talking about it so I looked it up, and it is the actual culture offended by it and not stupid social justice tumblr I really like you and your videos a lot but I think you should consider that although the bindi doesn't have a specific meaning it still represents who they are and has significant meaning

It was both actually, and most of the time, its the dreads. And I have had multiple hindu(hindi?) people tell me its fine and they don’t mind at all, yet only had annoying little white kids bitch at me for it, so its not going to change. There may be hindu people out there who don’t like it, but the fact that so many have told me they don’t mind at all shows that its not me offending a culture, its me offending them personally and if I lived my life trying not to do anything that might offend someone somewhere in the world somehow, I wouldn’t be able to be alive. I would not, however, wear the red dot type of bindi, as far as I’m that DOES hold real meaning, whether it be culturally or relgiously (I can’t quite remember the significance behind it..) But these ones, I have been told, are purely decorative. Its a little jewel on a black patterned piece of felt.

Honestly this whole “only this race can do that” and “only that race can do this” thing is just keeping racism alive and kicking. Why shouldn’t we celebrate and participate in other peoples cultures? Should I reject every other culture in the world and stick to one narrow minded little way of living? Would THAT be better?

(And also, when I was a child we were all taken to a hindu temple on a school trip to learn about the religion, and the women there were absolute sweet hearts and gave us all bindi’s to wear, I still have one of them somewhere in my mother’s house and would totally wear it if I knew where it was. If it was so offensive for a white person to wear one, why would these women have given us them and been so friendly and delighted by us wearing them and being so in love with it all?)

Also I am sorry I’m not 100% sure if the correct term is “hindu” or “hindi” when referring to a person (like christian etc), most times I’ve seen it, its been hindu but if I got it wrong I am so sorry.@_@

Aaaand this is going to be the only message I am going to answer on the subject, so if anyone is gearing up to click the ol’ anon button and send me some long winded rant, I wouldn’t, I’m just gonna delete it, probably without reading it, because I get really tired of tumblr being offended by everything.

I’m really sorry if you don’t agree with how I feel about it and if you feel the need unfollow, thats alright, but I hope you stick around, I like you guys.^w^~

Alright! So I already posted this on uss-damnitjim’s one text post about an asexual!Bones but I edited it because I didn’t like some parts so ignore that version pretty please

I’m sorry for posting too hastily and now being too lazy to find said post and just change it on there I’m weak pity me 

ANYWAY here we go hope you enjoy 

uhh vague mentions of alcohol and a brief period of time where Bones did not use alcohol responsibly just as an fyi nothing bad 

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Leonard’s marriage failed for more reasons than he has fingers and toes to count on. Pamela and him never matched up, and neither one wanted to admit that particular oversight when they were all each other had. Pamela’s family had never been in the picture, and after Leonard’s father died, Leonard’s shame exiled him more than his momma’s disappointed stares. 

The only reason they finally started the divorce was because Leonard walked in on her and Clay in the middle of sex and did nothing except go downstairs and wait for them to finish. 

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