i don't know who made the original sorry for ruining it

  • Priest: So who have you got on the outside? A boyfriend, from what I hear?
  • Aaron: Is this the bit where the kind priest makes friends with the nasty inmate?
  • Priest: Kind? I've not even offered you a biscuit yet. But, yeah, sometimes this is where friendships form, within accepted parameters. Other times, someone acts how you're being now, then it gets tedious.
  • Aaron: Well, come on. Let's get on with it. Pat me on the head and give me some rosary beads and tell me it's all gonna be all right.
  • Priest: I never tell anyone it's gonna be all right. I hope it will, but I can't see the future.
  • Aaron: My mim and my little sister... on the outside. A few mates.
  • Priest: What's your boyfriend's name?
  • Aaron: Robert.
  • Priest: And how's he doing with all this?
  • Aaron: Fine, I guess.
  • Priest: He doesn't have Jason to contend with, I suppose.
  • Aaron: I can handle him.
  • Priest: You're doing a good impression of someone who can't, if you don't mind me saying.
  • Aaron: Well, actually I do mind you saying, yeah, because you know nothing. You flounce round here with your 'Bless you, child.' You met me an hour ago and you've only just scraped the first millimetre of the tip of an iceberg you can't even imagine the size of.
  • Priest: Oh! Poor baby's had it hard, has he? Did your mum used to hit you? Did she start before you can even rememberand hit you every day and tell you you're useless and you'd made your dad run off and you'd ruined her lif? And did you dread going home from school because you knew there'd be something new you'd done that gave her another excuse? And did she put you in the hospital when you were ten and tell the nurses you'd been in a fight because were an evil little git? And did you push it all down because it's wrong to hit girls? But then, one time, after years, when she came at you with a 6"stiletto, did you put her on her backside with a broken nose and end up in a young offenders' instiitute? Or was that me? We've all lived a life that's brought us to this point... and we all think our stories make us special. They don't.
  • Aaron: And did she rape you, your mum?
  • Priest: No, she didn't your dad did. So what? I could go out on the balcony and spit on half a dozen people who've been through the same. Be a bit harsh, though.
  • Aaron: I'm just sick of being this person.
  • Priest: Hard luck. You're all you've got.
  • Aaron: You know he actually said something that makes sense. Jason. He said that I, erm... He said I could change my name, but it doesn't change who I am.
  • Priest: He's right. You're always gonna be Gordon's son, but it doesn't have to define you. Be proud of it.
  • Aaron: Proud?
  • Priest: You're the son of a man who repeatedly abused you, but you've still made something of your life. I mean, obviously right now, you're in prison for assault. You're a thug, no offence. I'm talking about the future, if that's the one you decide for yourself.
  • Aaron: Yeah, cos it's that eaysy.
  • Priest: Well, it's easy to try. You remind me of Jason, you know. Not the waste of life you know. No, the Jason of five or six years ago, on his first time around. Broody little thing, had his issues, but had a bit of spark as well. Some decency. He was havong a rough time with the prison hards and he was missing home. Him and his girlfriend had just had a baby. Trying to front it all out. I said 'You can't. You need to talk to her, to someone.' He wasn't having that. Too proud. Said he'd sort it himself. Proved me wrong, I suppose.
  • Aaron: Good for him.
  • Priest: Oh, yeah. Girlfriend moved to new Zealand. He'll never see the kid. Probably spend moft of his life on here, or somewhere like it.
  • Aaron: And I'm supposed to feel sorry for him?
  • Priest: I want you to look at him and then at yourself and see if you see a difference. There is one, but it'll get smaller. And if you bottle all your problems up and deal with them how he did, when you leave here, you'll be going back to your boyfriend, your sister and your mum, another loser who the system spat out. Is that who you wanna be?
  • Aaron: No.
  • Priest: Then tell the people who matter to you what you're going through. It'll help.
“Lonicera Paellax”

Ignis/Aranea (FFXV) | 3.2k words | I’ll tag it M but it doesn’t really deserve it

Authors Notes: Oh god, there wasn’t enough content for this ship so I made some??? Have 3,000 words of Ignis over-intellectualizing the entire universe, and Aranea being her generally sassy self. Pre-Altissia. Canon compliant where there’s actually canon to be had. Vague musings of Iggy’s backstory. Allusions to Aranea/Ravus. 

“So what is this plant we’re hunting for, again?”

Lonicera Paellax.”

“Great. Got anything more helpful than that, Ivory Tower?” Aranea’s voice was a taunting barb a few paces behind him as they picked their way through the beach rose and scrub pine of the Vannath sea-cliffs. “I’m not writing a dissertation. I’d just like to be able to spot the damn things before I’ve crushed them all to hell. These boots aren’t exactly ballet shoes, you know.”    

Ignis smirked. Of course he new that the scientific name was useless in their current context, but he liked the sound of the words… and maybe the sound of her frustration.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have a take on Ryan's tragic backstory? (I know you said you actually have a nicer background for him but i thought you might have a dark version too!)

 Anonymous said: What are some of your head cannons for FAHC Ryan?

Ryan didn’t set out to be what he became. Few children dream of becoming devastation. It’s a trope that is thrown around in all kinds of media – redeemable bad guy, killer with a heart of gold. How quaint. Like most things, the real life version is so much darker.

There’s something bleak and awful in a world renown mercenary who still feels for every victim. Something inescapably tragic in finding satisfaction in an act so personally distasteful. Because Ryan’s never been cruel, exactly. Would never dream of torturing an animal, of hurting a child. Doesn’t even enjoy the majority of the dirty work he’s surrounded himself in. Which isn’t to say he doesn’t enjoy any of it. Doesn’t get some level of dark gratification from his own competence, from the fear he’s sown, the reputation he’s nurtured, the safety he’s crafted from blood-soaked screams and scorched white bones. There was a time when the Vagabond was truly as dispassionate as they say, but since joining the Fake AH Crew the mercenary certainly lived up to the gang’s notorious affinity for flare; Ryan always was a bit theatrical, and the only thing worse than an apathetic killer is one who can see the morbid humour in it all.

Ryan’s criminal career actually begins years before the Vagabond crashed into being. Started like so many others; young and bored, too clever for his own good and desperate for a way to prove it. He drifts into a group who wanted bigger, wanted better, wanted a life society told them was forbidden. It would be easy to say he got caught up in the wrong crowd, pulled along in their wake, but it wouldn’t be accurate. Ryan has been many things but never meek. Never a blind follower. Ryan who could never settle for simply trusting what others tell him, never believing in absolutes he hasn’t tested for himself. Not when he could find another way around, a way under, when he could take the problem apart and find a solution no one else ever expected.

So he joined, he fit in, he rose and he flourished. Ryan wasn’t a killer back then, criminal yes but not a mercenary; they were thieves mostly, would posture and swagger and inflate their own egos but they kept away from the big gangs. At least at first. Because sooner or later things are going to go south and it wasn’t pretty when they did. The group fractures, those who can flee back to their old lives, or into the relative safety of bigger crews, and those left behind have blood on their hands and a bounty on their heads.

Taking a life isn’t quite as difficult as Ryan had anticipated. Awful, of course, and not something he would do without necessity, but the time for scruples has surely passed and if death is what it takes for the last dregs of his gang to live then Ryan will paint the streets red. It’s wrong, he knows. It’s bad, immoral, everything people aren’t meant to be; it’s wrong and Ryan does it anyway. Figures morality is all well and good but won’t help at all if they’re all dead.

For a while it works, their group is small but it’s solid, together they were magnificent. Not that anyone cares about all that, not when the story everyone knows comes after. Comes, of course, with the birth of the Vagabond.

It’s no real surprise that the prominent story surrounding the origin of the most notorious mercenary in the country is as dark and unforgivable as the man himself. A tale of betrayal, of protecting his identity by wiping out all who knew him before the mask, making a name off of the death of those he once called friends. It’s chilling, horrifically fitting and almost entirely untrue; the crew dies, yes, treachery as the hands of one of their own but Ryan is not their Judas.  

The man who traded away their lives for the right price was Ryan’s best friend in all the world, close enough to call brother, someone he trusted so blindly he’d let himself be beaten half to death before he even thought about retaliating. The only crew blood on Ryan’s hands was, it turns out, the most undeniably clean-cut case of self defence, not that it matters in the long run. Not when it plays out in the dark, out of sight, without witness. Not when he’s the only one who walks away, the one who dons a mask and buries his name, retreats from humanity and loses all semblance of mercy. Against all odds Ryan managed to survive. The man he had once been did not.

The story takes on a life of its own and the Vagabond does nothing to stop it; he is, after all, a killer. People should fear him, should run and hide and pray he doesn’t darken their doors. He killed a man who he loved dearly; what line was there left to cross? What sin could be thought too great?

Free from distraction the Vagabond throws himself into his work, takes job after job and sets to building the most terrifying image possible, a reputation full of atrocities which grow with every telling. There are no weak spots for his enemies to target, no useless emotions dragging him down; they say he’s heartless, say he’s inhuman, call him evil, call him corruption, call him nightmare. Eventually Ryan grows used to the way people shudder when they see him, confident in his talents and comfortable with his image. He finally acclimatises to the way mirrors reflect nothing but a cold black skull, and perhaps he couldn’t quite call himself happy but he isn’t exactly displeased with his life.

It becomes cathartic in it’s own way, a sense of satisfaction born from devastation, a sort of peace found in ruin. It makes him his own kind of damaged Ryan knows. Makes him unfixable, maybe. Or maybe it’s that thought in and of itself that condemns him, self awareness of his own desecration, a self fulfilling future of irredeemable wrongness. Either way he knows there’s no going back to how he was. Either way he knows, deep down, that he isn’t sure he wants to. Isn’t sure he’d take back soft, harmless Ryan even if he could, even with the nightmares, the fear and self doubt, the guilt. The glaring absence of guilt.

Ryan isn’t ashamed of what he is, of who he became. He can track his path directly, has run his choices over and over in his mind and comes to the same solutions every time; the Vagabond has always acted with intention. Ryan has always done what he needed to, what he wanted to, always evolved and advanced and overcome. So he isn’t ashamed, but he’s not always proud either. Not always confident that a life spent doing what is necessary rather than what is right is a life worth preserving.  

It’s easier now, in the island of misfit toys, the family of selfish entertainment and bloodstained choices. Easier to justify the savagery of necessity when it is more than just his own life he is protecting, more than just his personal goals he is chasing. In the FAHC Ryan has found the acceptance he never knew he wanted, rekindled emotions he’d have sworn were beaten out of him in a dark alley all those years ago. Like stitching together a ragged wound he’d borne for so long he’d forgotten how to live without it; the scars would never truly fade away, still twinge on the worst days, but all of a sudden he’s faced with a life free of constant misery.

There is no way to repay them for that, for showing him a world where death and joy do not cancel each other out, soothing his conflictions without changing who he has become, for kinship between the equally wicked. Ryan knows they believe he’d die for them, and he would. Would jump right in with eyes wide open, just as self-aware as when he let’s Geoff make a show of his obedience, let’s Jack drag him out looking for ridiculously specific vehicles or let’s Jeremy tag in on a job he could have handled alone. As when he slows down a new trick Michael’s covertly trying to replicate or resigns himself to indentured servitude when Gavin plays him like a puppet; affection clearer in action than he could ever conceptualise in speech, trusting his team to understand.

What they don’t seem to understand is the fact that, if they needed him to, he would do so much more than die for them. To die is nothing, is brief sacrifice, but Ryan would ruin. Would create and destroy and conqueror. Were he asked to he would tear down the whole world around them, set it alight and shelter them from the blaze; a level of devotion that scares even himself when he considers it late at night, beyond thankful for their ignorance. Well, Geoff probably knows, something dark and thoughtful in his eyes when he looks at Ryan, something deeply confident in Ramsey when he commands the Vagabond. Assurance that no threat is idle, no harrowing claim is merely theatrics, and that knowledge alone should be enough to send Ryan running, to remind him of what happens when he lets down his guard, but it doesn’t, not anymore. Not since he recognised the clear display of trust in all that conviction, relishing in the opportunity to prove himself worthy; eyes alight with dangerous promise he now merely looks back at Geoff and has faith.

It’s not perfect; no matter how happy he is with his crew Ryan will still lose himself inside his own head sometimes, a place no other can follow, no other can ever truly understand. For all he is the ghoul in the nightmares of so many others Ryan never could quite extinguish his own demons. After all this time he still goes back and considers all his choices, still asks himself endless questions, gives endless answers, constantly assessing his place in the world, his counts and tallies, his debt. It’s how he reassures himself of the truth.

Did he make mistakes?


Does he have regrets?


Does death haunt him?


Did he choose this?


Is he monstrous?


Would he do worse?


Does he love them?


Did they destroy him?


Does he love them?


Will he destroy them?


Does he love them?


Is it worth it?


Are they worth it?


Is he worth it?


Is he worth it?

what are THOOOOSE

This fic started as me trying to process the fact that Chat Noir leaves freaking pawprints and then it kind of turned into a glorious mess of character study/headcanons/shenanigans/the laziest akuma OC ever. It is the most “me” fic I’ve written in a while, haha. Hope you guys enjoy! :’) And now it’s on AO3!!

In which Marinette plays the roles of ambitious designer, compassionate hero, reluctant detective, teenage girl, and meme machine. Meanwhile, Chat Noir’s eternal streak of bad luck continues strong.


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anonymous asked:

i am rly in love with your writing atm, so i totally wanted to request something about the reader dating hoshi but being rly close with the other members and he gets a lil bit jealous bc one of them (i rly don't mind who) actually has a crush on u and sort of almost does something about it. a fluffy ending would be lovely ^.^

((Let me start off by saying thank you. Thank you so much, Anon, for the compliment and the request! This was fun. This was so much fun and, again, it turned out a lot longer than I originally thought it would, but hey…what can you do? XD Anyway, I hope I followed your prompt closely enough. Enjoy!))

Pairings: HoshixReader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3,413

Summary: You couldn’t be blamed for being so sweet and likable, especially not if it meant that you got alone well with the other members. However, Hoshi might have to remind one of them that you were his girl and he was not going to give you up to anyone. 


Hoshi was a nervous wreck and it wasn’t because of anything good. He had just received the news from Seungcheol that their one night of freedom became a surprise appearance on a radio show about to air in a few hours. That wasn’t the problem, though. The problem was that he had already promised you a night out all to yourselves in celebration of your birthday. Your birthday wasn’t until the next day, but since Seventeen’s schedule was jam packed for a while, he practically made a blood oath that you would have all of his attention the night before.

He promised this two weeks ago and you were going to be so upset.

“Oppa, I’m here!”

Well…speaking of losing his life. You came bounding through the door with a heart melting smile directed straight at him. Considering how often you were at the dorm since the two of you started dating, you had dropped all formalities and don’t even bother to knock anymore, especially not if they were expecting you.

“Jagiya!” he exclaimed, catching you in his arms when you jumped on him, “You look great!”

“Of course! I have to look good for our night out.” Oh, you looked so excited…why did this have to happen to him? “Speaking of which, why are you dressed yet? Are you still getting ready?”

Hoshi swallowed his nervous lump when you analyzed his half-dressed state, avoiding eye contact with you, “Actually, Y/N, about that-”

“Is Y/N here? I heard her name.”

“And I heard her voice.”

“Y/N-noona! You’re here!”

“Happy early birthday!”

Like responding to a dog whistle, all of Seventeen tried to pile into the entry hallway to greet you. You brightened up even more at the sight of them, saying your hellos in turn. Hoshi was beginning to hate the close relationship you had with the boys because they made you just that much happier and he didn’t need you happier right now. Not when he was about to disappoint you.

How he hated disappointing you.

“Noona, you’re dressed really nice,” Dino observed, giving you the once over, “Oh! You’re supposed to go out with Hoshi-hyung, aren’t you?”

“That’s right! An early celebration for my birthday since he’ll be too busy on the actual day tomorrow.”

He was starting to feel sick. Joshua looked at Hoshi, brows furrowed, quite perplexed. “You didn’t tell her yet?” he asked quietly.

Not quiet enough. You whipped around jut as Hoshi shook his head. Your eyes drilled holes into him, the smile dropping from your face, “Tell me what?”

“Well, Jagi…” Hoshi wrung his hands together, “I…I was thinking that…we…could stay in tonight and celebrate your birthday with the rest of the members!”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, “Why? You promised me we would go out. Just the two of us.”

“I thought it would be more fun this way!”

“Oppa…” Your voice grew hard and your crossed your arms. “Stop lying to me. Why?”

Hoshi was defeated. He took a deep breath and locked eyes with you, “I won’t be able to take you out tonight, Jagi. We have a schedule in less than three hours.”

“Are you serious?!” you screeched, the shift in atmosphere compelling the others to make their retreat, “Hoshi-ah!”

“I know, Jagi, I know and I’m really sorry! I didn’t know they were doing this, I swear! They just told us a few minutes ago!”

You scoffed, positively peeved by the sudden change in plans, all of which didn’t involve your birthday celebration in the least. Hoshi stepped closer and took hold of your arms, stroking them to soothe you.

“Please don’t be mad, Jagi. More than anything, I wanted to take you out. I wanted you all to myself, too.” He cupped your cheeks when you continued to frown and kissed your lips. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” you mumbled, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, “I’m disappointed. I was really excited for tonight, especially since you’re going to be busy for the next few weeks. I really wanted to spend time with you before that happened.”

He frowned with you, but nodded in understanding. He hated being away from you just as much as you hated being away from him, probably more. There wasn’t much that could be done about it, though, not right now and the only thing Hoshi could offer was a short movie night in with the rest of the boys.

“Y/N-ah, you should stay!” Mingyu appeared out of the blue, making the both of you jump, “That way we can all celebrate with you! I’ll even cook dinner if that’s what you want!”

“Yah, what are you doing there? Were you eavesdropping?” Hoshi questioned while you laughed.

“I was worried about her! I don’t like it when she’s upset either!” Mingyu came around and placed his hands on your shoulders, snuggling up to you and accomplishing two things:

Making you smile and Hoshi jealous.

“Yah! Aren’t you too close to my girlfriend?” he whined, you waving him off.

“He’s harmless, Jagi. He’s just trying to make me feel better since my birthday celebration was ruined.” You had to be a little sadistic and relish in Hoshi’s whining coupled with his fingers roughly carding through his hair, obviously feeling aggravated and guilty that he had to break his promise to you.

Satisfied, you turned to look at Mingyu, who had gotten a little too comfortable hanging on to you, though you ignored it; “Thanks , Mingyu, but I think I’m just going to leave,” you answered, your smile soft.

“What?! Why?!”

You laughed at their echoed question, Mingyu and Hoshi staring at you as if you just confessed a promiscuous sin to them. You shook your head and waved your hand dismissively again.

“I wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself knowing that everyone’s going to be antsy and trying to get ready for your schedule at the same time. Besides, the original plan didn’t involve the guys, so it wouldn’t be fair to just spring it on them like this,” you answered, shrugging and smoothing your hands over your outfit, “Besides, I’m dressed too nice to just stay indoors! I think I’ll call up a couple of my girlfriends and go out with them. Just to put the outfit to good use, hehehe.”

“What? Go out with your friends? Go where? What do you plan on doing? You’re not going to drink, are you? Or to a club? It’s dangerous for a bunch of girls to go out like that, Jagiya. I’ll worry about you!”

“Aish, Oppa,” you reprimanded him, shoving his shoulder lightly, “Enough. I’ll be fine! I wasn’t thinking about clubbing, although that actually does sound like a fun idea.”


“Fine, fine! No clubbing! But I am going out tonight and you have to rest up for your schedule.” You sidled up to him and slid your arms around his neck, kissing away his pout with cute pecks. “I’m going to be fine, Hoshi, I promise. And don’t worry, I’m not mad at you. Just promise me that we’ll do something when you have free time?”

“We’ll spend the whole day together, Y/N. Whatever you want to do and wherever you want to go, I will take you and do it with you,” he promised, wrapping his arms around your waist and pecking your lips before holding you tight, “…Oh! Wait, wait! Don’t go just yet! I have something for you!”

He pulled away and rushed into the dorm towards the bedrooms, leaving you and Mingyu to giggle to yourselves; you had forgotten that he was still there and almost felt badly for showing PDA in front of him.


“I’m sorry that your plans had to be cancelled with Hoshi, Y/N,” he apologized, “I know you were really looking forward to it.”

“Yeah, I was,” you sighed, “but it is what it is. I knew that things like this would happen sometimes when I started dating him, but that doesn’t make it any less disappointing. It’s okay, though, I know Hoshi and I will do something in honor of my birthday.”

You both fell quiet, Mingyu nodding his head thoughtfully and shuffling his feet. “…Well, if you don’t mind, I do have an idea,” he said, piquing your interest.

When Hoshi came back with a small box of your favorite treats in his hands, he found you and Mingyu smiling excitedly at each other, chatting animatedly about something. He suddenly felt leery.

“Jagi, these are for you,” he announced, face nearly splitting in half with a smile when you squealed and lunged for the gift, “I was going to give these to you tonight after dinner, but now will be the only time. What were you two talking about?”

“Oh,” you glanced back at the younger, “Mingyu and I planned an outing tomorrow for my birthday!”

“You what?!”

“Yeah. He told me that the Performance Unit is going to be busy all day tomorrow, but everyone else will be done by late afternoon. So he offered to take me out to celebrate. Isn’t that sweet of him?”

“A little too sweet,” he mumbled, glaring holes at the other male who smirked and shrugged his shoulders innocently.

You clicked your tongue and smacked his shoulder, “Be nice. He’s just being a good friend. Thank you for the gift. You get some rest and good look on your schedules. Fighting!”

You gave his cheek a kiss, hugged Mingyu, and peeked your head into the doorway to the living room to bid goodbye to the rest of the boys who all echoed their own farewells after you. You made your exit to the sound of Hoshi making you promise to call him once you were with your friends…and once you were at the place you were going to hang out…and once you were home just to make sure that you were safe.

When you were gone, Hoshi turned a sharp look to Mingyu even though the younger one had already turned around to return to the living room. Hoshi didn’t trust this outing that Mingyu had arranged with you, especially not since he started picking up on these vibes that were rolling off of him in waves when it came to you. Hoshi was far from oblivious to how much Mingyu cared for you. The only thing he didn’t know was how deep those feelings ran…and he really didn’t want to find out.


The schedules for the next day went according to plan, the Performance Unit having their extra appearances just as Mingyu had stated that kept them out longer than the rest of the group. However, since everything had gone so smoothly, they were released early and allowed to return to the dorm. Their early was your late, though, and chances were that you were getting ready to go to bed. Regardless, Hoshi hoped that he could at least spend the night at your apartment with you, maybe pick up some ice cream or something and watch a movie on Netflix for the last few hours of your birthday.

It sounded like a great idea! Now if only you would pick up the phone so you could agree with him!

He called your phone for the umpteenth time, but it went straight to voicemail for the umpteenth time. Same thing with Mingyu’s phone; the both of you having turned your cells off. The younger should have been back at the dorm by now and you should have been home, answering his phone calls, letting him know that you were safely back. The lack of an answer from either one of you made him feel as if a block of lead was sitting in his stomach.

“I’m sure there’s a good reason for it,” Jeonghan had tried consoling him as Hoshi paced back and forth, staring at his phone expectantly, “Don’t worry so much.”

“Yeah, hyung. Y/N is in good hands with Mingyu!” D.K. added.

“No, I don’t like it,” Hoshi declared, worry reflected in his eyes, “They both should have been home by now. There isn’t anything they could possibly do together that would take them this late into the night without one of them picking up their phones.”

He paused in the middle of the room, making up his mind. “I’m going to Y/N’s. Just to make sure that she’s okay,” he announced, already heading for the door.

“Hold on, take your mask!” Joshua advised, handing him his black face mask.

“Thanks, hyung!” Hoshi slipped the mask on and pulled the hood of his jacket over his head before jogging out the door, silently slipping into the night and starting out for your apartment.

It was a twenty minute walk, tops, but felt so much longer as negative thoughts filtered through his head. Why did you both have your phones turned off? Why were both out so late still? Did something happen? Were you in an accident and suffering at the hospital? Were you attacked? Were you laying kidnapped!? Or worse, lying dead somewhere?!

These thoughts were making him feel sick, gaining minimal relief when our apartment building loomed just ahead. He turned the corner and picked up the pace, nearly missing the two people that were stationed a few feet ahead of him. A shriek filled his ears, startling him out of his troubled thoughts. He knew that sound anywhere, having heard it many times as you tripped over countless objects with your clumsy self.

He slowed to a stop, watching in a daze as Mingyu kneeled in front of you as you took perch on the bench outside your apartment complex. Your heels were off and he had his hands around your ankle, watching your face intently even though he was smiling so big. You were laughing in response to whatever he said, but all Hoshi saw was Mingyu getting far too close and comfortable with you for the last time.

“Yah! Yah! What are you doing?” Both you and Mingyu snapped your heads up at Hoshi’s shout, watching as he sprinted towards the two of you and grabbed a startled, frightened Mingyu up by his collar.

“Hoshi, what are you doing?!”

“Hyung! Hyung! What’s wrong?!”

“You! You’re what’s wrong! I’m not dumb, Mingyu. I know exactly how you feel about Y/N, I just never knew how much and to what lengths you were willing to go,” Hoshi sneered, his eyes alight with an angry, jealous fire, “But I don’t care if you’re taller than me or stronger than me, Y/N is mine! She’s my girlfriend! I love her more than you could ever imagine, more than I ever thought I could possibly love someone, and I will fight for her, even if I have to fight you!

“Hoshi, STOP! AH!”

“Jagiya!” Hoshi exclaimed, turning to watch you fall to your knees when you tried to stand, your face pinched in discomfort.

He quickly gathered you up in his arms and placed you gently back on the bench, replacing Mingyu as he held your ankle in his hands tenderly.

“What happened?” he asked, looking at you first and then cutting a sharp look to Mingyu, “What happened to my jagiya?”

“Hoshi,” you called, drawing his attention back to you, “It’s not Mingyu’s fault. He tried to protect me as best as he could. We were chased by fangirls and I twisted my ankle. He carried me all the way back here from the main street.”

Hoshi looked between you and Mingyu, finding the younger looking away remorsefully, as if he felt guilty that he couldn’t do more to prevent your injury. You gained his attention again with a hand to his cheek.

“I know how he feels about me, too, Oppa. We actually talked about it.”

“You confessed to her?!” Hoshi jumped up, Mingyu beginning to cower away from the intense look in his eye, “That’s too far!”

“Hoshi!” You grabbed hold of the front of his shirt and yanked him down again, hissing at him. “He did not confess to me! I figured it out on my own and we talked about it. You have nothing to worry about. He knows that I only have eyes for you, as should you know as well! Besides, it’s just a little baby crush. He’ll get over it and move on to someone better.”

You grinned at the younger who appeared to blush while he looked away shyly. Hoshi looked between the two of you, his bottom lip pouting out slightly. “I tried calling you both earlier. Hundreds of times, but your phones are off. How come?” he questioned, voice a grumble.

Both you and Mingyu looked confused, looking at Hoshi and then looking at each other.

“Our phones were off?” you muttered, diving into your purse to retrieve your cell, Mingyu going into his pocket. After a moment, you started laughing, “Oh no! We forgot to turn our phones back on!”

“Oops,” Mingyu mumbled, flinching as if he had been hit.

“Yah, why were they off in the first place?”

“Because the place Mingyu and I went to said that we had to,” you explained patiently, flinching when Hoshi aggravated your injury by pressing down on it a little too hard, “It was some kind of Zen, performance thing with a new age dance ritual. They instructed everyone in the audience to turn off their phones to keep the electrical waves from interfering with our chakras.”

“…Where exactly did you take her?!”

“Hey, I liked it! Don’t yell at him anymore!”

Hoshi grumbled under his breath, still tending to your wound by gently massaging it. You sighed and cupped his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to lock eyes with you. “Oppa, I need to know that you understand,” you started gently, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs, “I need to know that you’re not mad at Mingyu. He’s young and he had a small crush on me because I was the only girl that was around a lot, so it was almost natural. But he loves you as well, Hoshi, and he would never do anything to hurt or betray you intentionally. Don’t be mad at him…please.”

Hoshi smiled warmly and kissed your palms before moving to stand up, facing the quiet Hip Hop Unit member who had taken to keeping to himself lest he make the situation worse. He eyed his hyung warily and gulped. Hoshi held his gaze before bowing his head.

“I’m sorry, Mingyu. Please forgive me for my brash actions. As your hyung and a leader, I shouldn’t have allowed myself to get so angry.”

“No, hyung, you had every right to be mad. I’m sorry for causing unnecessary trouble for you. Please forgive me.” Mingyu bowed back in return, his head lower.

The two men then stood straight, Mingyu fidgeting slightly and asking with a wary smile, “So…are we okay?”

Hoshi beamed as bright as the sun, “Of course!” And then he was embracing the younger, you and Mingyu sighing in relief.

Mingyu stated that he would head home and let Hoshi take care of you, bidding you a good night as you thanked him for a wonderful evening. When you two were alone, Hoshi gave you his full attention and dove in for a well-deserved kiss, his hands cupping your cheeks and his lips playing lovingly against yours. He stole your breath away without hardly even trying and when he pulled back, you were dazed and flushed.

He placed your purse and your shoes in your lap before hooking one arm under your knees and wrapped his other one over your back, hoisting you up into his embrace. “Let’s get you inside, Jagiya. I want to take care of you and spend the rest of your birthday with you,” he murmured, softly sealing his lips over yours.

“I’d like that,” you replied just as quietly, laying your head on his shoulder and nuzzling into his neck with a smile, “And you can tell me about your schedules from today.”

Hoshi shook his head, “We can talk about my schedules later. Right now, I just want to focus on you…I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He kissed you slowly, “I really, really love you.”

“I really, really love you, too.” You sighed against his lips, giggling and relaxing in his embrace as he turned to carry you all the way up to your apartment like the princess you are to him.

(Quoting SchoolHouse Rock’s ‘Ready or Not, Here I Come’:”This is a long one, folks. Here we go!”)Well, in the last few days, there have been articles not only busting the hateful Myth that SCANDAL lost its Fall slot because of KW’s pregnancy to smithereens (suck a fat one, haters! We TOLD your sorry asses!) but also strongly implying that there will some form of an Olitz reconciliation in Season 6. I am a mixed bag of ‘FUCK YEAH, THAT’S WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR!’, ‘I WON’T GET FOOLED AGAIN!’ (*insert The Who’s bass line and guitar riffs here*), and as usual, SALTY AS FUCK. Why, you ask? Well...

Re: Shutting Down the Pregnancy Blame. Again: 

1. Well, it’s confirmed: KW’s pregnancy was NOT the direct cause of #Scandal’s delay in returning. Haters?

2. That’s why I was so mad when folks said it. If you’ve watched #Scandal for at least a year, then you know EXACTLY why it lost its Fall slot!

3. LEADING ACTRESSES ON MAJOR TV SHOWS GET PREGGERS ALL THE TIME. Usually, there will be bump hiding and ep delays but NOT 8 months! #Scandal

4. #Scandal losing its Fall slot has NOTHING to do with KW’s uterus. It’s because of shit ratings due to an inept showrunner’s hubris. PERIOD.

5. If #Scandal 5 hadn’t dropped the ball, hadn’t wasted the restart that we got in 4x22, if it had been done right, then we’d have a Fall date!

Re: Season 6 Speculation on Liv, Fitz, and #Olitz

6. #Scandal spoiler articles/SR imply that there will be an #Olitz reconciliation in 6 My 1st reaction (sad but true):

7. I’m #Olitz to the end but after what happened with #Scandal 5 & AT LAST? I don’t believe a fuckin’ thing ANYONE says. Not even my faves!

8. I call bullshit on anything good happening for Liv, Fitz, #Olitz on #Scandal until I see it on the screen. It’s easier that way. PROVE IT!

9. It may not be bull. #Scandal 5 was panned across the board from 5x05 because of the bait/switch. Maybe we’ll get a real AT LAST. #Olitz

10. The best news I could get from the #Scandal camp is news of brand new writers or throwback writers taking the wheel from SR’s bullshit.

11. It’s too much to ask for them to can SR as #Scandal’s showrunner but new writers, ABC putting sanctions on the Titan? YES. DO THAT.

12. SR’s been running #Scandal into the ground since Season 2A, 3A being nice. It’s time for a shakeup. Kick her out or install checks/balances!

13. Enough’s enough. #Scandal 5 removed all patience for the Mambo 123, bait/switch bullshit. DO IT RIGHT FOREVER OR SIT DOWN. #Olitz

14. I’m following the right folks because they’re reacting to the new #Scandal 6 speculation like me: Fuck SR’s lying ass/SHOW ME THE RECEIPTS!

15. None of us remaining Gladiators want to get burned again. There’s hope but it’s small hope, jaded hope (oxymoron, I know) #Scandal

16. I dunno. If the spoilers/speculation I read had come from a major site ala TV Guide or SpoilerTV, I’d be more secure in believing. #Scandal

17. And even then, that doesn’t mean shit because things get changed at the last minute all the time with #Scandal and rarely in our favor.

18. If SR really cared about more than her ego, then #Scandal would still be a top shelf show instead of a primetime soap with rare gem moments.

19.  I mean, who really wanted to see Joke live past Season 2? Who’s really here for B613 and President Mellie? #Scandal

20. I’m thinking that the speculation is either bait/switch again or SR’s gonna give us Liv, Fitz, #Olitz but on her petty terms. #Scandal

21. Remember that was Season 4’s Finale wasn’t her original plan. Pretty much anything good for Liv, Fitz, #Olitz comes DESPITE SR. #Scandal

22. #Scandal 5 made it so that SR can’t get away with her usual Liv, Fitz, #Olitz antics + The Flop…er Catch is not a good replacement for it.

23. There is hope. Tangible hope. #Scandal 5 getting slammed and other shows stepping their game up gives us hope for 6. It better pan out!

24. I’m going into #Scandal 6 writing everything good off as bull until I see it live. I will NOT be AT LAST burned again on Liv, Fitz, #Olitz!

25. I’m not the only one. The 1st comment on the Article I read promising better #Scandal days was and I quote: SCREW YOU AND YOUR LIES, SHONDA.

26. What do I want for #Scandal 6? I want a Liv that I don’t feel stupid defending, a dead Joke, Mellie to lose & I want a flipped script #Olitz

27. I don’t want Fitz chasing her. He’s done enough chasing and begging and scraping. FUCK THAT. IT IS LIV’S TURN TO EARN HIM. #Olitz #Scandal

28. I want Liv to get the mental help that Meredith has gotten. I want Liv to stop being a punk ass bitch & be a Gladiator for herself. #Scandal

29.  I DON’T want #Olitz without Liv putting in the work that Fitz always has for them to make it. I want balance. I want justice! #Scandal

30. I know that the majority of #Scandal fans have had it with SR’s bull because even the #Olitz optimists are like:

31. My timeline is LIT with people who are SO DONE with the back and forth and I love it. SALTY FOLKS UNITE! #Scandal

32. It ain’t over until the last camera shutter click to black of #Scandal but ain’t nobody here for Mambo 123 bullshit with Liv, Fitz, #Olitz!

33. Shonda? #SmashinginVermont, #MentalHelpforOP, #BrassPresidentialBallsforFTGIII, and #Olitz in #Scandal 6 or:

34. #Scandal 6 may the END. I don’t want another rip off for Liv, Fitz, or #Olitz. Either do it right or kill them off! WE HAVE HAD ENOUGH.

35. It’s crunch time, even if #Scandal 6 isn’t the END of the show. Liv deserves better. We deserve better. FIX IT!

anonymous asked:

It's sad when showrunners/writers don't listen to the story they're telling and instead try to force a preconceived script. Very much like How I Met Your Mother--the writers had a clear ending from the start but then their story changed and the ending didn't fit. Same with Clexa. It was probably a stop before B/C and then their characters/story changed the ending. That's how you can separate the good from bad writers.

see, and this is what is so irritating about the whole situation. jason was given a sort of “skeleton” of what to work with as far as t1oo goes. in season 1, as far as i know, he stuck pretty close to it, while changed a few things. (for example, raven being finn’s lover etc) and the show, quite frankly, was mediocre at best. 

in s2, he started changing more things and the introduction of lexa was something that wasn’t in the books at all. and that changed the game. as soon as you introduce a wholly new character who is pivotal to the storyline as lexa is, you can’t just go back and say “welp, back to the original plot”. it doesn’t work that way. you’ve changed the story. you can’t go back and act like it didn’t happen. 

and what they were developing with lexa, and clexa, was SO good. it was better than any other storyline on the show and that’s not speaking from a clexa standpoint, either. the polis storyline with its politics and worldbuilding was more catching than anything in the arkadia/alie storyline. we’ve seen the “bad AI destroys the planet” sci-fi trope before. dozens of times. but “post-apocalyptic ‘savage’ society who teaches ‘colonists’ to survive”? like, the grounder/polis storyline was NEW and it was GOOD, even if you removed the romantic subplot of clexa from the equation. they could have gone SO much further with it. 

but jroth wanted his blarke endgame. he had the ratings he needed to get renewed and he was like, “well. clexa’s not going to break up so we have to get rid of her somehow if blarke happens”… and so lexa is killed in a cheap ass way. 

but now the story is so contrived because, realistically in the scope of the show, this is the SECOND love interest clarke has lost in what, 4 months? there’s a point where a show stops being “gritty and dark” and starts being “dark just for the sake of being Dark” and t1oo has passed that threshold and rocketed off to the other side. 

jroth, with lexa’s death, with lincoln’s death, with the arkadia/pike/bellini storyline–has effectively Ruined everything that made t1oo as popular as it was before the code 307 declined. he is a new showrunner and inexperienced but he should have realized that his show had a CULT following. his show was a Niche, with a very particular type of audience. within 3 episodes he has alienated that audience and now he’s feeling the consequences of it, not just with the backlash but also the ratings plummeting as they are. 

when you have a show with a cult following, respecting your audience almost becomes more important for your show than it would for a show with a more generalized audience–because you’re catering to a very specific type of viewer and that viewer will check out very quickly if you ruin what drew them to the show in the first place. jroth is unfortunately learning that lesson right now, in a very harsh way. 

You Don't Like The Way You Look (Cashton)

- Ashton -

“Y/N! Open up!” Ashton shouted banging on the bathroom door; he had a commented on your stomach when you were trying on a rather tight dress you had just bought. You had felt good in it, which was extremely rare, so you bought it but when Ashton commented on how he could see your stomach you threw it off and ran into the bathroom slamming the door shut and locking it.

“Go away!” You shouted, you were sitting on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom with your knees against your chest,

“Please y/n,”

“No! You know I never feel confident in things like that but I did feel confident and you ruined it!” You shouted angrily,

“Y/N, please open the door,” He said, you sighed and crawled over unlocking the door. The door made a loud click and you crawled back into your original position as Ashton walked in. He shut the door after him and sat down next to you,

“I’m sorry,” He said,

“You should be,”

“I am,” He said, “Truly sorry,”

“Whatever,” You said not looking at him, he sighed and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him,

“I didn’t mean to offend you, I love you,” He said,

“I love you too,” You mumbled, Ashton got up and soon you were scooped up and he was carrying you into the bedroom,

“What are you doing?” You asked as he put you down in front of the mirror,

“Look in the mirror,” He said,

“I’d rather not,”

“Look in the mirror y/n,” He said, you looked in the mirror and immediately looked away not wanting to see your over sized thighs, you too large hips and your tummy.

“Y/N,” Ashton said turning your head back to the mirror, you tried to fight his hand to look away again but it wasn’t working,

“You’re beautiful,” He said,

“No I’m not,”

“Yes you are, repeat after me. I am beautiful,” Ashton said,

“Ashton this is stupid,”

“Do it,” Ashton said, you sighed and looked down,

“I am beautiful,” You mumbled not really hearing it or believing it,

“Louder and into the mirror this time,” Ashton said, you glared at him through the mirror,

“I am beautiful,” You said to your reflection, you felt disgusting when you said it,

“And again,”

“No Ashton, that’s so vain,” You said,

“Where have you gotten this idea that calling yourself beautiful means you’re vain?” He asked,

“People used to call me vain because I used to look in mirrors a lot,” You answered,

“You used to look in mirrors a lot?” He asked,

“Just so I could remind myself of everything I hated,” You mumbled,

“Don’t say that. You’re beautiful, who cares what people say and think. If you like looking at yourself then so what?! Look at yourself all you want, it’s better than proving everyone wrong,”

“What do you mean proving them wrong?” You asked,

“You’re trying to prove to everyone that you aren’t vain by hating yourself,”

“I suppose,” You said,

“Exactly! Stop it, you’re beautiful and there’s nothing wrong with thinking that you are,” He said kissing your cheek.

- Calum -

You ran around yours and Calum’s room looking for the earring that had fell out of your ear,

“Cal! Have you seen an earring that looks like this?” You asked pointing to your ear; he looked and picked up an earring near the bed he was sitting on,

“You mean this one?” He asked swinging it side to side while laughing; you rolled your eyes and took it off of him putting it in your ear,

“Do I look okay?” You asked pulling at your red dress awkwardly,

“You look beautiful,” He answered, you faked a smile and put your flats on,

“No heels?” He asked fixing his button up,

“If I fall then I’ll be embarrassed and I don’t want that,”

“What’s wrong with embarrassing yourself sometimes?” He asked smiling at you,

“Everyone’s laughing at you,”

“You could laugh with them,” He said,

“They’re still laughing at you,” You argued, he sighed and put his hand out for you,

“Let’s take a picture,” He said,

“No!” You shouted quickly, he jumped slightly and looked at you with a confused expression,

“I don’t look pretty enough for a picture to go on the internet and be seen by thousands,” You said tearing up a bit,

“Why are you so obsessed with the way people look at you?” Calum asked sitting on the bed in a huff,

“Because that’s all people do! They look, they laugh and they judge,” You answered actually starting to cry. He looked at you and sighed,

“You’re beautiful, why don’t you believe that?” He asked,

“Because when you look like I do you don’t have boys lining up around the block for you, you don’t have random strangers smiling at you or complimenting you, you don’t have people looking at you and thinking wow she’s really pretty I’d love to get to know her,” You answered,

“Y/n,” He said,

“No, when you look like I do and have a boyfriend like you that’s when people start to comment and say things they wouldn’t say to you if they saw you in the street,”

“Fuck them! You’re worth more to me than any of them,” He said cupping your cheeks,

“I’ve ruined my make-up,” You said sniffing,

“You’re beautiful without it,” He said smiling at you. 


Don't Tag Ship Hate

I’m counting down the minutes until someone gets offended…  Sorry in advance.

An original song made by me, inspired by real life events.

I came to this site looking for a family
But little did I know, you are all fucking crazy
There’s lame memes and life hacks and fandom gifs galore
It makes me wonder what this stupid site is even for

But then I see a post pop up on my dash
Character pairings, genderbends and slash
It’s almost too much for my poor heart to take
But then I see the comments and all of the hate

If you ship it, that’s fineAnd if you don’t, that’s great
But never ever be the stupid douche bag who tags their shipping hate
‘Cause other people still like it
And  no one’s changing their mind
Just because you have opinions doesn’t meant that they are right
We’re all just here to have a good time
So why you gotta ruin it?
They’re all just fiction anyway
So maybe you should cool it

And it’s not just ships, there’s hate for theories too
Just don’t post opinions 'cause there’s obviously someone who knows better than you
It’s fine if you don’t like a person’s different tastes
But that is no reason to start spreading hate
I’m just a fangirl, no better or worse
Than any other fangirl or boy or trans, bi, cis, agendered person
I just don’t see why everyone is always so mad
We all share the same interests so what could be so bad?

If you ship it, that’s fine
And if you don’t, that’s great
But never ever be the stupid douche bag who tags their shipping hate
'Cause other people still like it
And no one’s changing their mind
Just because you have opinions doesn’t mean that they are right
We’re all just here to have a good time
So why you gotta ruin it?
They’re all just fiction anyway
So maybe you should cool it

If you ship it, that’s fine
And if you don’t, that’s great
But never ever be the stupid douche bag who tags their shipping hate
'Cause we’re all in this together
Through everything that goes on
We laugh and cry and watch characters die, so why can’t we get along?

If you ship it, that’s fine
And if you don’t, that’s great, too
But please don’t ever be the one to tag your shipping hate
Just… please don’t do it, okay?

anonymous asked:

Can I just say that I think the season finale was just cruel? Doesn't matter how you look at it, the thing is that the "I love you" was a plan and that's cruel :( maybe tomorrow I'll feel better, or different, I don't know, but right now I'm just sad. I keep imagining Felicity pulling away from him next season, because she got a taste of what could have been and it wasn't real. Sorry... I know you don't feel the same, but I just needed to rant a little bit, and maybe be convinced otherwise??

I can absolutely see where you’re coming from. Because for a moment, I totally believed it. I got right into it. I was almost in tears, I was so happy. And then when I realized what they’d done, I was angry. I was bitter and I was muttering under my breath and I was calling the writers names and I was pissed that what was beautiful was just made into a ploy. I totally should have seen it coming, they definitely set it up, but the way he was looking at her and how it was said, it felt real. It felt so. damn. real. So I can see how that would hurt. I can see how it would be shipper baiting. I can see why people feel that it’s unfair and that Felicity is probably really hurt. 

And I agree that it would make sense for her to pull back a little. To be more careful about how she is with him. She’ll probably spend a long time asking herself what would’ve happened if she’d said it back or if she’d kissed him or any number of avenues she could’ve gone down before he let her know it was all part of a bigger plan. 

But I also think it’s way too early for ‘I love you’s.’ It’s too complicated at this point for Oliver. He didn’t even break up with Sara that long ago. He’s had way too much on his plate to deal with and hasn’t been able to. And Felicity is absolutely his rock, which means he can’t lose her. He can’t afford to ruin anything right now, and he probably expects he would ruin it eventually. 

And if I look it from the point of view that Oliver trusted Felicity with the biggest part of his plan, that he actually made this plan because of her and what she said, it dulls the pain a little. To be quite honest, I think he meant it. I think he does love her. To what extent, I’m not sure he truly knows. But I think when he said it, there was no way that he was lying. He knew as soon as those words came out, that they were real. He had tears in his eyes. And you know what, part of that might’ve even been the fear of what he was putting her into. What he was about to allow happen. But there’s also a very big factor that we have to look at here and it’s that Oliver trusts Felicity beyond anyone else. She is his partner and he knows that she will make the hard choices, just like he has to. He knows that if he does the wrong thing, she’ll tell him. He knows that if she didn’t want to go along with that plan, if she didn’t agree with that plan, she’d pull the plug as soon as he handed her that vial. She made the choice in the end. —> “It’s my choice.”

At the end of the episode, they have their talk, they discuss what this means, and she admits that she almost believed it for a second. And he did, too. She rambles and he smiles at her and that look on his face is so reminiscent of when she’s talking about Barry and when he says that maybe Barry’s dreaming of her. And call it a shipper’s dream, but this really only reinforces my belief that if Oliver isn’t already in love with her, he knows that he could be, and that if he gave himself the chance to be with her, it would be everything to him. But he knows he’s not ready, he’s only just beginning to accept that he might be more than what he originally set out to be. He has some growing to do and he has to figure out his life and his relationships. Because Felicity is going to be his be all, end all, eventually. But when they get to that eventually, I want him to be ready, to be all in, and for there to be no doubt of who he loves and what he wants and where it’s going. 

So am I a little sad that this ‘I love you’ wasn’t as real as it could have been? Yes, absolutely. But I’m not torn up about it. I prefer to look at the bigger picture. Slow burn for the win. 


Fandom: Carmilla: The Series

Rating: T

Genre: General with implied Smut

Summary: LaFonatine said it was just art. Carmilla made it a tad bit more.

Words: 1,559

AN: I received a prompt request from @curiosityiswhatmakeslifefun to write out an AU where LaFontaine convinces Laura to model for an Art class, and Carmilla is there. Sadly, I cannot do AUs well, but I still hope that this fits the bill! I hope you enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

does it matter all that much? like, his wig in the special didn't really look any different than his natural hair? At least, it didn't to me. Is it that noticeable? :/

Let’s divide this up into two questions (since the second question here isn’t really a question).  

1) does it [whether or not Benedict wears a wig when he plays Sherlock] matter all that much?

Simple answer: No.  

The fate of the free world does not depend on this issue.  Governments will not fall to military coups.  There will be no cataclysmic weather events in response.  Acts of terrorism?  Extremely unlikely.  In the grand scheme of the universe, it indeed matters very little whether or not Benedict wears a wig in upcoming episodes.

Let’s look at a slightly smaller scale. Will it matter all that much to the show?

Answer: Not really, all things considered.

Even if Benedict wears a wig, Moftiss will still write mind-blowing plot twists.  The cast will still provide us with complex, nuanced characterizations. The storylines will still be rich with surprising philosophical themes and daring structural experiments.  Arwel will continue to pick out stunning new wallpapers and set dressings.  Sherlock’s costumes will likely still be cut so close he risks popping his buttons.  The Belstaff coat will still swirl and drape evocatively, no matter what Benedict’s hair looks like.

Now, let’s address the second question:

Is it that noticeable?

Answer: yes, if you pay attention to these things.  I could tell.

Which is not to say it isn’t a very good wig.  It is. The vast majority of viewers didn’t notice anything at all, and even I only found it mildly distracting.  In fact, those be-wigged scenes in TAB are among my favorite in the whole series, because Benedict’s acting is really just incredible in that whole sequence.  The wig’s annoying but it hasn’t ruined anything.

But that aside, I do admit that there is more going on here than just a question of whether it “looks right”. In fact, the issue raises a lot of interesting questions of how we feel about hair.  Historically, culturally…  people’s attitudes toward hair are often not very logical at all. For example, many people find hair on a person’s head to be erotically appealing, but that same hair strewn all over a barber shop floor, or (worse yet) clogging a drain becomes an object of revulsion.  There’s something more than strict rationality at play there.

Our culture is littered with stories about the magical, sexual, or symbolic properties of hair, from Samson and Delilah to Rapunzel to the Gift of the Magi.  There have been laws made controlling how people cut their hair, or demanding that they cover it.  There are all kinds of religious beliefs and practices associated with it.

I fully admit, my feelings about Sherlock’s hair are not in the realm of the logical.  After all, I know very well that Benedict’s hair has always been dyed and styled for the role, so at no point was it really “natural”. What’s the difference if it’s a wig, really?  

And I want to be clear: I don’t think any fan has the right to dictate to Benedict how he wears his hair.  I’m not interested in what he thinks of *my* hairstyle, so why should he give a shit what I think of his?  It’s his body and he’s an autonomous human.  I don’t love the fact that his *reason* for cutting off the curls is because they make him feel “effeminate” (because yes, there’s some unexamined misogyny going on there), but that doesn’t change the fact that he has every right to do whatever the hell he wants with his own hair. He owes me and the rest of fandom nothing.  

All that said, I really really really love those curls.  And yeah, I can tell the difference, but even if I couldn’t…  call it superstitious, but knowing it’s a wig *feels* different. It’s not logical, but there you are. And in my opinion, part of the fun of being in a fandom is getting to be a little illogical about the things you love, in the company of people who understand and share those feels.  

No, it’s not going to ruin the show, and yes, I’ll get over it.  But in the meanwhile, let us have a little moment of mourning for an element of the show that gave many of us no small amount of delight.