i don't even know what he even got with that last draw i guess he was just showing off

semi-slaughtomatic  asked:

I'm genuinely curious and I'm sure you've talked about it before but what're your headcanons on Cas & Dean getting together in the show? How different do you think what you would like to see vs. what might actually happen are? I feel like this season is gonna make it harder and more detrimental to keep feelings "strictly platonic" if that makes any sense. I feel like it's pointless for them to keep dancing around each other considering what they've been through in the past 2 seasons especially.

I actually don’t really talk about this or have more than passing headcanons about how to do it usually right in like the next 3 episodes range of coda fics I approve of sort of level >.> At least not that I’m set on or have any real strong feelings about, mostly because I’ve learned to enjoy the show while still living in fandom you really can not let fandom expectations get too deep into your head to the point you’re imagining the show as a sort of interactive pick your own adventure game where you’re desperately trying to turn to page 83 but the show keeps flicking back to page 6 and you’re like WHYYY and scrabbling around feeling like they’re holding the pages down for you or something… Gah, bad metaphor. Double ear ache. I apologise for the quality of blogging around here this week :P 

So I mean what I would LIKE to see or headcanons I have are all of the coda fic formula of just taking the episode a minute past its appropriate end. And I’ll tell you the 2 most jarring moments of my life watching the show were in 10x03 where the episode went past the expected end and Cas walked into the bedroom with Dean but then left again but my heart was hammering the whole time, and to explain it to myself retroactively, 11x04 when the camera stays in the back of the car after they leave the Bunker, talk over the details of the case, and then there’s just this long silence while Dean’s driving and Sam’s sitting there, and it’s just… wrong… The scene is going on past the point we KNOW as viewers it should have cut to the next day when they roll into town, and the silence and the length of the pause were exactly made to pass through a boundary, to transgress what we should be expecting as a viewer. The scene in 12x19 is very similar to the one in 10x03 in set up - Cas walks through the door to Dean alone - but the transgression is only in 10x03 when all the other loose ends are wrapped up and Dean’s cured and Cas could easily have made the same excuse to Sam and left, but instead they pushed through for one character-driven scene of Cas and Dean together, and we were intruding on Dean in privacy with his photos, and we see him react as if he doesn’t want people seeing him doing that, and then Cas comes in and they’re alone together and talk, and there’s no purpose except for personal communication between them. Either Cas leaves, Dean tells him to leave, or he stays and they get together :P And obviously it would be one of the first 2 but it was one of the rare times the show drifted into set up for a coda fic where they were given that privacy and even the hint that this could transgress expectations because it was indisputably the last scene of the episode we could have between members of TFW and all the plot was over so there was nothing for them to discuss except feelings.

I think my expectation for a scene where it’s going to go canon for real will cross some of those same invisible boundary lines and that’s what gets my heart hammering about things on this show. Moments where I’m not sure what it going to happen and I’m out of a comfort zone of being able to confidently say I can predict it all in a rote way, where character reactions are all somewhat reliable. There’s sometimes stray dialogue where they seem to hint so far. The only times recently they got me was the 11x11 line about pining for somebody else. I could feel my heart against my ribs and I got up to walk it off because I thought I would die if I stayed in front of the screen, because it crossed a line of stuff that seemed acceptable to say about Dean in the context of knowing Robbie is very aware of what he’s doing and even on first watch the episode had a lot of Destiel cues in it to go with the Amara surface text (also that means Robbie got me twice in a row and I sort of haven’t forgiven him :P). 

And specifically the giving of the mixtape because the set up to the scene didn’t feel weird at all to me, I was predicting exactly how it would happen until it completely threw me for a loop that they would use an almost always romantic trope (without further context and Dean and Cas are *terrible* context to judge a trope by because they are a trope dispute battleground where mainstream romantic tropes go to Hunger Games it out :P) in the middle of what should have been another round of the subtextually romantic but surface text everything else Destiel is on top of that argument. So yeah that really was a weird moment because it was more like becoming untethered from expectations and I think that’s why 12x23 still hasn’t really hit a place in my heart yet because I’m still seeing the last shot of Dean and Cas in my eyelids when I blink and the boundary-crossing it did is surreal to me because the line I drew behind it once upon a time was how to make it canon in the worst possible way if they were going to fuck with us >.> 

I guess that’s a 3rd one. But anyway. It was so weird. Like… that feeling of not quite believing it? I think there’s a lot of joking we do about it but there’s actually expectations and we will ALWAYS expect Dean and Cas’s language or language about them to single them out as a partnership. Or the oddly specific clarifications like we/I need you, I love you/all of you. Or Dean and Cas to get into a stinking argument while Sam’s eyebrows raise to the moon in the background and he clears his throat until it’s raw. Dean fielding the phonecalls and wandering off in private or going on speaker phone in alarm when Sam comes nearby. There are a LOT of basic expectations I have about how their relationship is written and not many things transcend those lines. Even a lot of the romantic gestures we’ve had since I was watching. Like the end of 10x14, was a “well duh” if you search your heart and only extreme pessimism and distrust in the writing of the show or its patterns and tropes.

Actually 9x18 which got me into the show was another one of those transgressions and a really important one where Robbie (fuck you) really drew attention to stuff you’re not supposed to point out  - not just using the fourth wall break to point out there’s a story, but that it has a subtext and that it’s drawing attention to it. And 10x05 telling us the subtext exists and it belongs to Dean and Cas who are a couple in real life (which is also queer). Now I think about it there are more of these way back when and they’re all Robbie’s fault until recently :P He’s given me at least 4 mild heart attacks. 

Aaaanyway I guess what I’m saying is, the times when I get really dizzy and alarmed about what’s going on is when something doesn’t go like it’s supposed to, and the “supposed to” on this show is a very specific pattern of reactions and stuff which are still romantic and yet because we’re used to them being the telling of Destiel, are actually *boring*. If they repeat them without escalating them, it’s nice to have the continuity and reassuring presence that Dean will always sidle up to Cas and look him head to foot on his arrival in a room (pls someone explain the meeting in 12x12 to me I’m still laughing… You’ve known him how many years and you still do it???) But yeah it’s when things go off-script, as it were, to our expectations. 

So I think it would start normal as hell, the sort of thing you’d always expect them to do, and then something would just be *off* or over some invisible line, like Dean not letting go of a hug too quickly or Cas hovering on the door and not leaving when he meant to, them going to a bar and the conversation halting and one or both of them smiling and looking away after a too-long pause. Something where our expectations can chug along in the moment thinking our smart arse knowledge of these boring old teasy Destiel scenes are doing exactly what they always do - until they don’t, and we’re left reeling. 

(And, incidentally, the mixtape is definitely strike one to my mind, and the escalating panic I felt as the camera seemed to tell us, everything is over now, it’s just Sam and Dean standing outside and Mary and Lucifer are gone and Cas is dead on the floor —– and is Sam looking around at the house and Dean *isn’t* what the FUCK, Sam is going inside - and Dean - he’s still - he’s — they ———— and my brain has been stuck in dashdashdash territory on this subject ever since)


And also sorry for answering this while sick, I hope it’s not terrible but weirdly I think it was something I needed to ramble about even if it wasn’t directly about your question… I don’t think I’ve let myself think about this until new canon is less than a month away and I can start to peer between my fingers after having my hand over my eyes all summer)

Don't Mess with Merlin

A/N: another tickle fic cause I’m a loser! So ticklish Eggsy going on here. Roxy and Charlie are also there. But mainly Eggsy and Merlin. Enjoy! Let me know what you think!
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Eggsy likes to think Merlin and him have a sort of friendship going on. He also, of course, likes to mess with Merlin. It’s just how he shows affection. That’s what leads to Eggsy walking into the recruits’ bunker, sipping from Merlin’s mug. Charlie is quick to quip, “Still a common street rat, yeah? You steal that from Merlin?”

Eggsy just nods, slipping his hand into his pocket and tosses a small flashlight at Roxy, explaining, “S'yours. Nicked it earlier today. Wanted to see if you’d notice.”

Roxy catches the flashlight, shaking her head fondly as this isn’t the first time. Sitting beside her with the mug, Eggsy sips at the tea while holding up a hand, counting down. He reaches one, but instead of putting his last finger down, he points at the door, still drinking the tea.

At that moment, Merlin walks through the door, all calm anger. He glares pointedly at Eggsy. As Merlin stares him down, Eggsy innocently drinks the rest of the tea, unaffected by the tense atmosphere. Breaking the silence, Eggsy asks, “Need somethin’ Merl?”

“My mug that you took would be the first thing. Also, never call me ‘Merl’ again.”

Eggsy stands and hands Merlin the mug, smirking, “Sure thing. You’ve got good taste in tea. Hope you don’t mind that I had some.”

Still glaring, Merlin warns, “You don’t take from me, Eggsy. You do it again and there’ll be consequences.”

With a shrug, Eggsy sighs, “Okay. Guess that means I should give us your clipboard back, huh?”

At Merlin’s shocked expression, Eggsy pulls the clipboard out from under his jacket, handing it to Merlin with a smug smile. He boasts, “Nicked it while you was worried 'bout your mug.”

Indignant, Merlin snatches the clipboard, pokes Eggsy’s middle, states, “don’t do it again,” turns on his heel and leaves the room.

Charlie is staring, open mouthed, before blurting, “What the hell? And why? Are you asking to get kicked out?”

Shrugging, Eggsy answers, “Just wanted to see if I could.”

The next few days include similar situations: Eggsy stealing Merlin’s stuff, Merlin hunting him down, retrieving his items with a small poke or prod. But then that changes.

Eggsy came sprinting into the room with a terrified expression on his face. Before anyone can ask, Eggsy shouts, “I fucked up!”

He then holds up Merlin’s glasses.

“It was a split second decision because I saw the opportunity but to pull it off I couldn’t hesitate so I didn’t and I nicked 'em and oh shit I fucked up!”

Charlie–fed up with the little ritual and fake worry–snarks, “It’s not like he’s going to do anything.”

“No. He yelled after me this time. No annoyed sigh when he realized. He yelled.”

Roxy rolls her eyes and reminds, “It’s your own fault. Go give them back and hope you can avoid public embarrassment.”

Amused by the blush that creeps into Eggsy’s cheeks, Roxy teases, “What? You think I didn’t notice him poking at you? Merlin knows and those were just warnings. If I were you, I’d run. Merlin is going to tickle you to tears, Eggsy. He won’t mind and audience even if you will.”

As Eggsy splutters, red faced and smiling, Charlie quips, “Ticklish? Now this I have to see.”

Eggsy turns to sprint out the door, but only succeeds in crashing into Merlin’s chest. He looks up at the glaring man, already backing away. “Hey Merl. I- uH- sorry 'bout that. Here’s your glasses. Never again. Promise. So just take 'em and- NO!”

When Eggsy holds out the glasses, Merlin snatches his wrist, pulling him close. Merlin proceeds to pin Eggsy’s back to his chest, holding an arm across his shoulders. Merlin sighs, “you’ve been asking for this.”

Despite his serious tone, Merlin holds no ill will for Eggsy, nor did he not see this coming. No, Merlin is rather fond of the young trouble maker and looks forward to the lad’s antics. Especially now that he has the perfect way to retaliate.

Eggsy is already squirming and giggling in anticipation. Merlin happily allows him to stew in it for a few moments before abruptly squeezing at his sides, drawing out a yelp. Then laughter is flooding out of him as Merlin dances the fingers of his free hand over Eggsy’s ribs. Eggsy pulls at Merlin’s arm, trying to free himself while squirming and kicking in his hold. When Merlin scratches in between the uppermost ribs, Eggsy giggles brightly, tossing his head back against Merlin’s shoulder. Merlin takes advantage of this move, wiggling his fingers against his exposed neck, causing him to scrunch up again.

Charlie snickers, “You alright there, Eggy?”

Somehow, Eggsy manages to giggle out a 'fuck you’ but it loses all of its venom due to the childish giggles intermingled with the words and giant smile plastered on his face. Charlie wants to make fun of him for it, but even he has to admit it’s pretty damn adorable. Well shit that’s not something he should be thinking.

Acting as though he isn’t mercilessly dismantling Eggsy with some well placed fingers, Merlin calmly asks, “Are you going to continue stealing my possessions?”

Eggsy struggles, “P-prohobs.”

Merlin lets out a long suffering sigh, “You’re just begging for me to go for the kill, aren’t you?”

Roxy shakes her head fondly, watching as Merlin digs into Eggsy’s tummy, making him howl. Eggsy kicks out wildly, screeching as Merlin scratches directly beneath beneath his belly button. Desperately, he shrieks, “Sohorrehey! Meherl! Stahap! I wohon’t steheal! Prohomise! Staha- dohon’t!”

Eggsy’s coherency quickly dies as Merlin continues, ignoring Eggsy’s pleas. He simply states, “You brought this on yourself, lad. So now you just have to take it. Not like you have any choice. I’ll stop once I feel you’ve learned your lesson. Knowing you, it’ll take a while.”

That point comes several minutes later. Eggsy had become dead weight, sinking to the ground with Merlin following him, giving his knees a few squeezes. Only then did Merlin stop and straighten, standing over Eggsy who has tears rolling down his red cheeks and hiccupy giggles passing through his widely smiling lips.

Merlin then places his glasses back on his face, turns, and leaves, calling back, “Don’t steal from me, Eggsy. Bother Harry next time. Though be careful, because he’s the one who informed me of your… sensitivity.”

All Eggsy responds with are his continuing giggles. Roxy leans over Eggsy, smiling as she asks, “Well that was fun, huh?”

Eggsy barely has the energy to flip her the bird, breathing out, “That was fuckin’ brutal.”

With a smile that he tries to disguise as a smirk, Charlie pipes up, “I didn’t realize you were so ticklish, Eggy.”

“Yeah, well, fuck you. We don’t need to talk about it.”

“I think we do. You’re training to be a bloody spy and here you are, giggling.”

Roxy warns, “Watch it, Charlie.”

Ignoring her, Charlie continues, “Pretending to be some tough guy when you’re really a huge softy. It’s adorable.”

Eggsy snaps his head up. Roxy raises her eyebrows. Charlie realizes what he just let slip out of his mouth. Before Charlie can say anything more, Eggsy boasts, “Fuck yeah, I’m adorable. But also tired now. So I’m gonna nap. Thanks for the compliment, bruv.”

With a wink, Eggsy pushes himself up and flops into his bed. JB quickly moves from where he’d been curled up at the foot of the bed, squeezing himself into Eggsy’s arms. Roxy then smirks knowingly at Charlie, but also shoots him a death glare as she’s protective of her friend. Charlie is them left to contemplate what he said and why he even thought that in the first place… and genuinely.

Don't touch her.

A/n: requested by @digicharr ‘I saw one of your recent imagines about brother/sister relationship with daryl, but it also said something about negan. Could you do one involving those two? Like they’re sitting in the line and negan shows special interest in y/n and it drives daryl crazy?’ So here it is, i hope you enjoy! It follows the story line a little so if you haven’t seen the last two episodes small spoiler alert. TW: i guess blood and violence and idk is crying a trigger warning? I even looked up the script for some scene’s so if i’m wrong about who said what I apologize since I didn’t use a script with names. I also changed some lines so that you the reader says them instead of that person. 

Masterlist.

ask.

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 "Watch the hell out, asshole.“ Rosita says as she looks at the arrow Daryl just shot in the tree right next to her head. 

 "I did.” Daryl said while grabbing his arrow and yanking it out of the tree. 

“Ya shouldn’t have come.”

“You shouldn’t have left.” Michone spits back.

 "When i split off from Sasha and Abraham, he was out there in the woods, in that burned down forest with them girls, put a gun to my head, tied me up, i even tried to help him!“ Daryl said, raising his voice 

 "So you think its you’re faulth?” Glenn speaks up.

 "Yeah i know it is.“ Daryl says with a scoff. 

"I’m gonna go do what i should’ve done before.” He finishes, trying to walk away but glenn stops him.  

“What, for her? She’s gone man! You’re doing this for you.” Glenn says.

 "Man, i dont give a shit!“ Daryl says, clearly irritated.

 "Daryl we need to go back there and figure this out from home. Our home.” Glenn says trying to convince him. 

Thats where i step in. I place my hand on Daryl his arm and looked him in the eye. 

 "We need you, everyone back there needs us right now. Its… Its gonna go wrong out here.“ I give out a loud sigh. 

"I need you Daryl we’ll squar it, I promise.” He looks at me and seem to be debating wether or not to come back home with us. Pulling his arm away from my grip he turns around and start walking away.

 "I can’t!“ He shouts 

 "I can’t either.” Rosita says as she follows Daryl.

 I look at Glenn and Michone and they both give me a nod, telling me it’s okay to follow them.

 We were walking for a while when we suddenly see Glenn and Michone tied up.

 Daryl, Rosita and I immediately draw our weapons. Glenn started viciously shaking his head, confusing us all.

 Until suddenly a whistling can be heard. The more whistles, the more men come from behind the trees. 

We are surrounded. Rosita is the first one to lower her gun, then me, then Daryl. 

 "Hi Daryl.“ Dwight says coming from behind us.

 He then shoots Daryl in his shoulder.

 "Daryl!” I scream. 

 "You’ll be alright.“ I hear Dwight say before everything turns black infront of my eyes.

 I wake up in a small space and i start to panic because i dont know what happend nor where i am.

 "Daryl?” I ask carefully.

 "I’m fine (y/n) it’s okay.“ He says and i scoot closer to him.

 "You’re still bleeding.” I say as i press my palm on his wound hoping to stop the bleeding.

 "Where are we anyway?“

 "No idea, some sort of van i guess.” Rosita tells me.

 Suddenly the van door goes open revealing a shit ton of people.

 "Chop chop, you got people to meet.“ Dwight says.

 We all go out of the van and get forced to sit on our knees.

 I dont want to leave Daryl his side so i sit right next to him, so close that im almost sitting on his lap. 

Keeping my hand on his wound i hear Glenn fall to the ground. "Maggie?” He says. The pain in his voice is horrible.

 "On your knees!“ Dwight demands

 "All right we’ve got a full boat, lets meet the man!” One of the saviors shout.

 The door from the rv knocks open revealing a man in a leather jacket.

 "Pissing our pants yet? Boy do i have a feeling we’re getting close. Yup!“

 He says with a grin on his face.

 "Wich one of you pricks is the leader?” The guy asks pointing at us. “This one.” The same savior says while pointing to Rick.

 "Hi, you’re Rick right? I’m Negan. And i do NOT appreciate you killing my man. Also when i sended my people to kill your people you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that is.“ Negan starts his speech. 

 I zoned out a little, making sure my hand stops the heavy bleeding. My hand is being drenched in blood and i’m starting to fear for not only his but also the rest of our lives.

 "Well, well, well, what do we have here?” I turn my head in the direction of the sound, only to see that Negan is making his way towards me and Daryl. 

I start to shake and Daryl notices so he puts his hand on my leg squezing it a bit telling me its okay. 

 "Aren’t you too all cozy togheter. Seperate them.“ 

 Before i can even protest a savior pushes my foreward away from Daryl.

 I land on my hands trying to protect my face.

 "Don’t touch her.” Daryl says weakly.

 "What? What did you say? Touch her? my pleasure.“ Negans laughs, walking up to me. 

He takes my hair and pulls it making me scream out in pain. 

Yanking me up by it i look him straight in the eye. 

 "Feisty one are ya? I like it.” The grin on his face getting bigger.

 Without warning i just spit right in his face. 

 "You shouldn’t have done that missy.“ He says sternly and slaps me right in my face.

 resulting into me loosing my balance and falling to the ground once again.

 My hand finding my stinging cheek

. "DON’T!” Daryl yells out.

 Tears threatening to go down my cheeks.

 "Let me guess boyfriend? Nahh you’re to old for her.“ Negan laughs at him.

 "So I’m guessing brother? Or just a brother figure. Not that it matters anyway to me.” He chuckles.

 He walks back over to me and grabs me by my neck forcing me to stand up.

 I can hardly breath and I’m gasping for air, he keeps tightening his hand around my throat.

 "I SAID DON’T TOUCH HER!“ Daryl yells as he leaps forward and starts to punch Negan.

 "Daryl don’t!” I scream as i try prying him off of Negan.

 Tears streaming over my face. A few saviors come and pull him off of him. While they do so they don’t hesitate to punch Daryl a few times.

 "Get them back in line!“ Negan shouts and the saviors push us back in place.

 "I might keep you around.” Negan says and gives my a little wink.

 That makes Daryl groan a little.

 Negan only laughs at his actions.

 He continues his speech until he starts to meeny miny mo

. “Anybody moves, anybody says something, cut out the boys other eye and feed it to his father, and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell you’re all going to do that.” He raises his bad and swings it so hard a crack can be heard.

 Everyone panicks and start to scream.

 Some cry, trying to crawl forward to stop Negan.

 I’m panicking tears streaming down my face, it’s just horrible.

 "Ho ho, look at that, taking it like a champ!“ He chuckles.

 He continues to swing his baseball bat the sounds only getting worse.

 "Damn.” He says.

 He swings his baseball bat three or four more times and then silence. Are we safe now? Even though we lost someone? ______________________________________________________

Hope you enjoyed.

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Much love! :D

anonymous asked:

Okay so this may seem a bit silly but I feel like I'm being pulled in two different directions. You (very successfully, damn you) pulled me into Ziam (and made me both love and hate this band all over again because why do they do this my feels are struggling). But now theres all this payneton stuff on my dash and I want to check it out, but not because of Ziam and do you think its legit or just some wave from the fandom?

You know people keep telling me that there’s Liam/Jordan stuff everywhere and I literally have yet to see anything pop up randomly on my dash. I’ve had one post sent to me, but in terms of trying to wrap my head around it. I’m not seeing much. Maybe I just haven’t taken a proper look at my dash or got distracted going through my ‘sao dogs’ tag (I LOVE DOGS IF YOU DO TOO CLICK ON THAT LINK…SO MANY DOGS…SO MANY LOLS…SO MANY HAPPY TEARS). 

Sorry I started thinking about pugs and got distracted. Goddamn I love them. With their snuffling and snoring. Have you seen that youtube video called ‘Pug gets scolded, takes it hard’? If not get thee to youtube. 

Ok what were you asking? Oh yeah. Ummm. I’m working on a ‘Definition of a Bro Tattoo Part II’ as it pertains to Ziam. They are seriously more hardcore than Larry when it comes to tattoos. Zayn’s about one tattoo away from getting ‘I LOVE LIAM’ tattooed on his forehead. Unless you’ve looked into Muslim marriage tattoos then it won’t be obvious what they’re saying, but that madala and rose was basically Ziam’s way of saying 

I’ll explain it all in due time. Like after I’ve had more coffee. 

I was very opposed to talking about Jordan Paynton because coming from a sports background myself and knowing people who work in athletic management, certain sports are far more homophobic than others and initially I felt that he was being lined up to be outed against his will. HOWEVER, there was no way for me to say this when I first got wind of it the other day without drawing more attention to it, and now that it’s out there I can’t very well shut down an entire conversation myself. 

I also started looking into it a bit more last night and Jordan Paynton is still in university. He’s currently a 5th draft recruit (apparently) who has a business degree and a clothing line (I think?). I don’t know if people are familiar with NCAA rules, or why you would expect that an Oxbridge graduate would be, but I am. Don’t worry about why. 

Jordan Paynton cannot accept any fiscal rewards for playing football as a university student. Nor can he appear in commercials, drive around free cars, or get endorsements like NFL players. If you were looking to raise your personal profile as someone who cannot do so as an athlete, how could you? Aligning yourself with one of the biggest boy bands in the world could help. Last I checked Jordan had about 4,000 followers on Twitter. Liam as 22 MILLION. And his tweet to Jordan was literally one of two things he tweeted in the entire month of January. 

Now, I don’t know why and I’m not going to sit here guessing and try to pass it off to everyone as fact. As always I am just trying to point out some details about these shady ass situations because it’s quite baffling and talkin it out is how I can start to connect the dots. 

I would imagine that getting people used to the idea of Liam dating a man is at least part of this. Remember Xander? How quickly people went from assuming Harry was dating every girl he hung out with to dating every man he hung out with was one of the most low-key and kind of smartest ways I’ve seen a narrative shift in which Harry liking men was just all of a sudden accepted as fact to most people. 

The fact that people couldn’t even breathe the word Ziam without being laughed at a couple of months ago but now all of a sudden it’s become the main discourse that Liam might like men (just not Zayn! Anyone but Zayn.) makes me feel like whoever is running this show isn’t as moronic as I thought. Evil genius is probably going too far. Evil for sure, though.   

I’ll be keeping my eye on all the stories that are happening on the periphery as there is literally no reason for this to be such a big deal. As always. Like, where’s Harry? He’s been MIA since arriving in LA. All this smokescreening is making my asthma act up. So excuse me while I suck on this blue inhaler and try to figure out wtf is going on. 

Thank you for your question which I have completely (probably) provided an irrelevant answer to, but just wanted to get some of my thoughts out there xx

Zayn and Aliens

Do Something Good-

“I flew around this planet only yesterday
Because I am an alien
I seen this galaxy and Milky Way
I even watched the sun”

Freedun-

“Even aliens see the presentation”

It could be a coincidence and Zayn doesn’t actually sing that part, but he could have asked M.I.A. to put it in as a favor.

Glamour article-

First time you realized you wanted to break off from 1D and go off on your own? An alien spoke to me in a dream….

Standard article-

“At school he was ‘outgoing and confident, loud and crazy’. He loved comics, drawing, ‘and anything sci-fi, weird and alien’.”

In this sense it’s not referring to aliens as in extraterrestrials, but it’s a rather pointed use of the word, so I’m going with it being intentional as a low key way to get it out there again.

Instagram, Art, and Merch-

Is it a ghost or an alien?  I don’t know, but I don’t think it’s been made clear and the green makes me think of aliens.

More Merch-

Tattoo-

Conclusion-

My best guess is that it’s some sort of inside joke of his or a sign that he’s using.  

I would say he just likes them, but it’s such an odd thing to say in the Glamour interview that I think it must be a little more significant.  I think it was him that said it to Glamour and then it got taken advantage of to make him look ridiculous when the media reported solely on that.

Addition-

I ran across an anon message I was sent when the Glamour article came out and Liam’s friend Andy tweeted.

At the time there was question about whether it was shade or an inside joke/shade/hint, but given that we’ve pretty much confirmed it’s the latter since then, this makes it likely that Liam is in on it too.

Possible Source-

I’m going to go with a hunch and say that the Drag Me Down music video is where the joke originated.  There’s a part in the BTS that shows a blow up alien doll where Louis laughs and then turns to look at Liam right away.

Since Drag Me Down was supposed to be released a bit later with Zayn on it once his return was announced, but then it got moved up and released as an OT4 single when Zayn’s return was delayed, that means Zayn should have been in the Drag Me Down music video.  

They may have carried around an alien doll as his secret stand in since it matches the space theme, which is where the joke would have come from.

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Only a few days after this post was last modified to add the last “possible source” bit, one of Zayn’s photoshoots came out and on one picture he shared on his Instagram story, there was an alien face.

The next day there was also a tweet.

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“I definitely consider myself to be more spiritual than religious … Because, you know, it’s kind of crazy to think that it’s just us. I’m not saying I believe in aliens, but you know what I mean.”

This one is Harry and just like Zayn’s interviews, the mention is kind of oddly out of place.  He’s talking about religion and spiritual beliefs for an entire paragraph and then the alien part is tacked on at the end.  I wouldn’t normally think much of it, but with Zayn linking himself to aliens every other week, it’s best to make a note of it just in case.

anonymous asked:

I have fic request kind of if that's alright? it's kinda specific oops. all other avengers are trapped but they didn't take Natasha in (she got away, they weren't aware that she was important enough to go out after) and clint can't stop laughing when he realises this and the others are like 'hi hello clint yes this is a life or death situation' and then boom bamf Natasha comes in yadda yadda they are saved. mayb some Natasha whump? ur fics are amazing & so r u, and I hope you are well x

THANK YOU and I LOVE IT here we go. :D

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“Where’s Nat?” Clint slurs immediately upon opening his eyes. It’s Stark instead of Natasha leaning over him. Stark’s lap his head is pillowed on, denim rough against the nape of his neck instead of smooth leather. Stark, cheeks pale and eyes shadowed with worry, instead of Natasha’s customary smirk and smartass comments.

He pushes himself up, or tries to, but Sam leans into his field of vision and puts a hand on his shoulder, guiding him slowly up to sit.

“Easy, man,” he says. At least, that’s what Clint thinks he says, because he can’t hear and his brain doesn’t grind into action quickly enough to lip read. Tony presses one of his hearing aides into his hand.

“Still working on the other one,” Tony says apologetically, once Clint’s got it turned on and fitted into place. The other half of the pair is in three pieces on the floor, surrounded by a set of the tiniest screwdrivers he’s ever seen.

“Where’s Natasha?” he asks again. Sam sighs and looks to Tony, who grimaces and looks a little sick. Panic kindles in his chest, beings to build to a crescendo. They always take Natasha first, interrogate her first, give her the first round of experimental drugs, because every villain seems to know the Black Widow’s history and thinks she’ll be easy to break. 

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