i feel like he is having a flashback

groverman712  asked:

Do you feel that Greg is treated poorly by the show's writers?

I use to, but I feel like since now he has a lot of money and it’s been established that the he wants to live in his van. Though maybe he could have some episodes where’s he’s given focus that aren’t flashback episodes. Maybe one about the struggles about being poor, maybe more about his feelings of missing Rose, or hell, an episode where he starts dating again like Pearl did. 

13 reasons why: a spinoff about Tony Padilla

~ 13 reasons why a spinoff about Tony Padilla would be amazing if they don’t make another season:

• Tony seems much deeper than the show makes it seem.

• This story with that beaten up guy is still intriguing.

• Why does he seem so much older than anyone else at school?

• Does he really go to school though? It seems like he’s always hanging around Liberty High but he doesn’t seem like a student.

• When did he really meet Clay?

• How him and Brad met?

• Explore his relationship with Brad.

• What really happened between him and Ryan?

• Did he always feel so comfortable about his sexuality?

• Does his family know about him being gay and how did they deal with it?

• Does he have other problems to deal with at home?

• What about his mother? We never heard about her.

• Flashbacks of the scene when he discovered Hannah’s dead body.

(I’m currently reading the book so I hope those questions weren’t answered yet.)

Made of skin and bones

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, obeying the alpha? 

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

1. Wolves

Your feet barely touch the grass while you run through the wet fields breaking the silence with your heavy breath. Your lungs hurt because of the effort and the moon shines upon you enlightning your path even if you don’t need it to guide your steps, you know those woods better than the palm of your hand so you don’t have any trouble in to sorting the rocks and the fallen trees.

Your legs threathen to give up in any moment and you slow down your race, taking deep breaths when you spot a light at the end of the path. You stop completely, watching carefully where do you step, not wanting to make a sound or break a futile twig that gives you away. Reaching the rustic houses you make your way through the large orchads until a small house that you know too well. 

Knocking two times on the wooden door you start to get nervous when you don’t hear a sound inside the house. Nervous you look around searching for wondering eyes that could reveal your position. You shouldn’t be here… if someone catches you…

- Y/N?? - a red head woman, Natasha, opens the window on a burst

- SHHH! - you hush her - Let me in - jumping over the ledge you enter in her home

Behind you, Nat closes the small door on a hurry knowing very well that you are making something really dangerous coming to his clan. Your clan and hers are faced since the two leading alphas get in to a bloody fight a lot of years ago. It has been so long since that fight that no one remembers anymore why you are still vexed, the king alphas had changed many times since then but the hate remains. 

- What are you doing here? - you best friend wrap you with her arms tighly, it has been nearly a month since the last time you saw her

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Falling in love with my best friend, which, you know, Laurel’s best friend was Wes and she was always looking after him and I never thought that that they’d become a couple but it made so much sense when it happened. Little by little we sold a very deep relationship with very few scenes. I knew…I personally knew, when I was pregnant, I knew it was gonna be Wes under the sheet, unfortunately. I was like ok, I see where this is going and this is super sad but I only have a few more scenes with his guy and… he’s my best friend in real life as well. We were both aware of how important these little scenes were. I remember the scene in the bed me taking off his watch, little things like the tub scene, the flashbacks, like all those scenes were so important because we knew we weren’t gonna have much more. That scene where she goes to Wes’ apartment and she opens the door and there’s a shirt there… I didn’t know how they were gonna place the shirt… so grabbing the shirt and feeling like I was holding his hand but, you know, his hand was no longer there. I could relate to it because, I’m also losing… I mean I know that he (Alfie) is still alive and bless him but Alfie’s a person that’s changed my life. Like as an actress, as a person, and him leaving is so sad for all of us so it was very easy to connect to the emotions of that. And I’m gonna miss him, tremendously. I still hope that it was really his twin. Hashtag it wasn’t really Wes it was his evil twin from Haiti. Alfie and I literally would spend hours in our trailers rehearsing the scenes that we had together. I don’t know if it’s also the Spanish aspect… the fact that we share Spanish and French heck. I sent him to Mexico to spend time with my family and I didn’t even go like thats how close the guy is. I feel like I can bring anything up even things that I wouldn’t dare to bring up to anyone else I would bring it up with him. When you feel that safe with someone i think the acting also becomes something a lot realer, more honest.
Still Sane// Jughead Jones x Reader

Requested By: @castellandiangelo
Prompts: 13, 12, 14, 16
Word Count: 1374

Summary: The reader is mentally unstable after witnessing the death of Jason Blossom yet is too afraid to speak about it to anyone. Jughead and the reader have only started their relationship as a couple yet Jughead has mentioned he loves the reader.

Warnings: mental illness, swearing

It’s was a cycle you began practicing everyday ever since you saw his death. You would come home from school, stare in the mirror and cry. You could have done something! You could have saved him!

You screamed on the inside, tortured yourself to think about it and what you could’ve have done to stop it. You can’t stop the feeling and you can’t stop replaying the moment in my head. Your trapped, your stuck, you feel paralyzed almost in fear and hatred of yourself.

The cell rings and you get sucked back into reality. You’ve been throwing things, your room is a mess and all kinds of shit is tossed on the floor or thrown on your bed. You reach for your phone and close your eyes not wanting to see the damage anymore.

“Hello? Who’s this?” You ask right away not wanting to open my eyes to check caller ID.

“Oh wow. You really care about me. It’s Jug

“Oh I’m sorry, I was just-so-yeah I’m sorry Jughead.”

He chuckles and it relives you for a split second,“It’s okay I guess. Hey you promised you’d help me write a few days ago, and I’m sorta close by. Would you let me in?”

“Yes!” You say without hesitation,“I mean, yeah, why not I just, come over.”

“Alright I’ll see you in, erm, six?”

“Yeah okay love. See you.”


He hangs up and you sigh and open my eyes. The damage you had caused was still there. No different. You feel the memory of that day coming back to you and you feel yourself getting sucked in but close my eyes. You try to remember something else. Something far more happier than that day.

“What’s wrong Veronica?” You ask as she approaches your locker squirming,“You seem odd.”

She laughs,“Anything but. So I heard you and Jug have started going out? How long?”

You give her a questioning look,“Seven dates so far. Why?”

“Hasn’t asked you be his girlfriend yet?”

“No. And he doesn’t need to. I’m perfectly fine in the state we are in.”

Veronica smiles,“Alright. Well I overhead Jughead talking with Archie. And Jughead is smitten.”

The though Jughead had mentioned he loved you even though you had asked him out with a the line of “You, me, date, Friday. Pick me up at six. Okay bye!”

“Nice to know.” You smile and you begin to walk down the hall and she follows.

“And well Jughead may have mentioned he loves you.”

Your smile grows and Veronica looks at you happily.

“All I have to say is, maybe you should think about loving him back. Just a thought.”

“Just a thought?” You laugh lightly.

“Yeah just a tiny tiny little thought.”

You smile at the memory and slowly open your eyes.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You scream when you look at the mirror once again.

You see it all, the words you wrote with consciousness, you could have done something, you could have saved him, your as bad as a killer.

Is it true? You want to say something yet the words won’t come out. Why won’t anything come out about that day? You don’t want to feel the guilt anymore your ready to tell somebody.

For fucks sake why can’t I tell somebody!

“Hey Y/N!” You hear someone scream from outside the window. You walk over and see Jughead out on your lawn and he waves at you. You don’t wave back and you only notice when you pull away for the window and try to hide everything thrown under your bed.

After that, you run downstairs and you open the door for Jughead. Maybe this, well Jug, was the detox you needed from all havoc you’ve been causing yourself.


You pull him for a hug and catch Jug off surprise for he isn’t a huge hugger. Jughead surprisingly hugs you back.

“Hey… are you okay? You don’t usually hug me when we see each other. Not that it’s a bad thing or anything, I guess.”

You let go,“Sorry. I’m sorry.” You say awkwardly,“I didn’t mean to really…”

You gesture for him to follow as you head up towards your room.

You open the door and look through your closet for a sweater as you hear Jughead shut the door.

“What are you writing about?” You ask as you continue searching. Jughead doesn’t answer you,“Jug?”

You back away from the area and look at Jughead who is twisting his head to read what you wrote on the mirror with a marker.

Shit. You had forgot to clean that up.

You grab your makeup wipes and immediately attempt to clean the mirror as quick as you can. The wipes only smudge the words and it’s still visible, so you take duct tape from the floor and ripe pieces to cover it up.

“You know. I’m just decorating my room.” You say as you rip another piece and stick it over,“I just noticed it’s better without those words.” You speak rapidly.

“Y/N.” Jughead says.

You continue sticking pieces.

“Y/N!” He yells at you now.

You look back at him and try to pull at another piece yet he takes it away from you.

“What the hell are you doing?” He ask setting his bag down and grabbing a hold of your arms.

“Jug let go, let me just-”

“Y/N what the hell is going on?”

“What? What do you mean?”

He sighs,“You think I don’t notice? You started coming into to school with red eyes and bags under them. Your distance and last time I set up a date you didn’t show up.”

You stare hardly at the floor clenching you fists not wanting to feel now both the guilts rising up to take over your thoughts.

“Do you really love me, or was that an illusion you made me believe?”

“What?” He says leaning forward.

You look at him in the eyes grabbing the side of his face and holding him there,“Did you really mention you loved me, did someone really tell me, did you really do it? Or am I making that up?”

Jughead looks at you and he smiles lightly,“No I- I did mention that. I think I love you. I guess Veronica did tell you.”

You let go of his head and wrap your arms around his neck and he doesn’t question this time, he wraps his arms around you and holds you protectively as you cry. Part of you is happy your not losing all your sanity but still the other part feels it’s still losing itself.

“I’m not very good when it comes to relationships.” Jughead tells you,“So I might be wrong about this. But if something is wrong, you can tell me.”

You wipe you tears with your sleeves and Jughead leans in to kiss your forehead.

“I just- I want to tell someone. I do but the words won’t come out.”

He rubs your back soothingly as you press your cheek against his chest as you continue talking.

“But I saw something, and it’s all I think about Jug. I can’t go a day without having hundreds of flashbacks to it. I feel like I’m not living anymore.”

Jughead pulls back to look at you,“Y/N if you ever need me. I’m here okay?”

You nod and Jughead leans into you to kiss you. It’s slow, very slow, yet it’s okay because this is new. Jughead always gave you peck, for you know he was not the best at kissing, but the longer he kissed the more you felt like he really did love you, even if you’ve only been a official couple for a few weeks.

“You hungry?” He asks you when he pulls away.

“I could go for some food.”

“Oh good. I thought you were going to say no.”

“And what if I did say no?”

“I would still go Y/N. Between you and food, I chose food.”

“Wow, I’m so special.” You chuckle before kissing his cheek.

He swings his bag onto his body and takes your hand in his as he leads the way.

"Four. There's been a fourth. Something's different this time."

“You know how they never leave a note? This one did.”

So the fourth suicide was different than all the rest. Jennifer Wilson, the unfaithful spouse who works in the media, left a note for the detective. The amount of pink helped Sherlock realize the mistake. Her real-but-technically-never-alive daughter was Rachel Wilson.

Why do you think the Unaired Pilot had five serial suicides but when A Study in Pink came around they changed it to four? Faulty? Or we’ve been hacked and it’s a message.

Why did Gatiss and Moffat talk in 2011 about the emotional climax to Sherlock happening in series 4? Because this arc has been their plan from the beginning.

So what happened in the fourth series of Sherlock?

What’s different about this one?

John Watson, unfaithful spouse who works in the media, left a note for the detective. His real-but-never-technically-alive daughter was Rosamund Watson. The amount of references to A Study in Pink helped the audience realize the mistake.

Once you start noticing the ASIP references, everything you see is Mind Palace.

THAT is the clue.


– Mary shooting Sherlock in The Roland Kerr college from ASIP
– Sherlock descending the steps to Moriarty’s cell were the same as the ones in Brixton in ASIP
– “You’ve been reading John’s blog, the story of how you met”
– “Alternatively” opening montage of TAB has ASIP references sprinkled out of order
– Holmes and Watson recreate their meeting in TAB
– Sherlock and John’s ending Montage in TFP being like Mycroft’s in ASIP when he says “Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson”
– “Perfectly sound analysis but i was hoping you’d go deeper” / “Too Deep, Sherlock, you’re in too deep” / “I shall have to go deep into myself” / “These are deep waters”
– Sherlock having flashbacks to ASIP in TLD
– Faith recreating Sherlock’s adventure in ASIP
– John rushing to save Sherlock from a serial killer at the last minute
– John’s cane
– John (re)starting Therapy

I’m sure there are many others I’m missing, so feel free to add more if you think of them.

TL;DR: Everything since Sherlock got shot is mind palace. The next piece of footage we get will shoot us back in time to series 3. I wouldn’t expect anything less from two men who also write for Doctor Who.

Ok this might be far-fetched buT
Lotor was seen in some sort of arena, which makes me think it’s possible he’s met Shiro during his gladiator days

Shiro was known as “champion”

it’s also very likely Lotor’s part Altean just like Haggar. Haggar can teleport & do magic

Couple that with Lotor not being known by all Galra apparently, making him a behind-the-scenes kinda character…

WHAT IF Lotor’s responsible for Shiro’s amnesia? What if he told Shiro to go find Voltron, defeat his father, & then come back to him? & that explains why Shiro’s suspiciously disappeared right after Zarkon’s taken out, leaving Haggar to summon Lotor now

It’s the perfect opportunity for him. Both Zarkon & Voltron’s “head” are out of the picture..

Although I know this would require him to have a lot of faith in Shiro’s abilities, so I don’t suspect this would be his ONLY plan. But a plan that happened to work

Shiro was already on a ship that was on its way to the blue lion on Earth anyway. Ulaz was supposed to have done something to Shiro, but decided to free him instead Hmmm

Shiro’s been places & done stuff we don’t yet know. & definitely left some impression for these things to be said to him:

I Need a Hug

*Inspired by the adorable Yuri Katsuki (Yuri on Ice!!!) and his “I Need Victor” hugging spree

Neil is drunk. He is so, so drunk. The other foxes (except for Renee, of course) are well on their way to sloshed but Neil has beaten them to it. They’re cozily crowded into the girl’s dorm. Aaron has picked a spot far away from the rest of them and is sending drunk text messages to Katelyn; Allison is sending pictures of drunk Aaron to Katelyn. Everyone is having a pretty good time.

While Neil isn’t paying attention (he’s too busy yelling at Kevin about some exy match) Andrew leaves the room to fix more drinks. Neil wins the argument and looks around, triumphant, but Andrew’s not there. Which, for Neil, feels like the biggest tragedy of his life. He goes from drunk and feisty to disconsolate in two seconds. The foxes notice and of course they’re worried. What if Neil is having a flashback?

But then Neil tips his head back, tears standing in his eyes and cries, super pitifully, “I NEED A HUG.” Well, shit. The foxes are all about hugging Neil. Neil stumbles to his feet and basically pitches into Matt’s arms. Matt gives the best hugs: lots of warmth and strength and he has the best boy smell on earth. Neil’s face is pressed against Matt’s chest for a long moment before he pushes him away and goes to Dan. Dan, not to be bested by her boyfriend, locks her arms around Neil’s waist and picks him up! Neil’s laughing, his arms around Dan’s neck, but still…this isn’t the hug he’s looking for. He gets a sidehug from Renee. Allison’s hug gets kind of gropey and Neil is Flustered and Confused but he goes with it until Renee has to pull Allison off him.

Nicky has been waiting for this moment his entire life. He pretty much tackles Neil into the sofa until Neil starts pounding his back and yelling something like “Gerfucoff” (“Get the fuck off” for those of you who don’t speak drunk). Kevin is still smarting after losing his exy argument to Neil so he stands like a statue while the tiny striker hugs him. Aaron has not been paying attention. He doesn’t care what his twin’s boyfriend is doing, so long as he stays far, far away. So Neil’s hug attack comes as a complete surprise. Aaron yelps and shoves Neil away; Neil falls on the floor and looks close to tears, muttering “Not Andrew, not Andrew.”

Of course this is when Andrew chooses to rejoin the group. He stands in the doorway, a tray of drinks balanced on his palm and there’s just the tiniest hint of exasperation and amusement on his face. He places the drinks on the table and goes over to Neil. Neil has finally noticed that Andrew is in the room and the drunk waterworks start.

“Aaaannndreeeewww.” Neil’s holding his arms up like some kid and all the foxes are waiting, wondering what Andrew is going to do.

Andrew sighs and kneels down next to Neil and pulls Neil’s arms around his neck, his legs around his waist. Neil snuffles and rests his forehead on Andrew shoulder mumbling about Andrew “smessmokie” (translation: you smell smoky). Andrew gets one arm under Neil’s thighs, one wrapped around his back and gets to his feet.

“Fucking heavy, Josten,” Andrew says, softly so that Neil is the only one who hears. Neil snorts but it’s half-hearted. “Gonna have to change your nickname, Neil. ‘Drunkie’ instead of ‘junkie.’”

“Not fun, ‘drew,” Neil slurs. He sighs heavily, dead weight in Andrew’s arms as Andrew carries him out of the dorm and back to their room, tucking him into bed. Neil blinks blearily when Andrew hands him a glass of water but he drinks it.

“Jus wanna hug,” he whispers, flailing his hand around until he knocks it into Andrew’s arm.

“Okay, okay,” Andrew concedes, settling down next to Neil and hugging him to his chest until Neil falls asleep.


*throwback to Spacewalker, honestly* @mego42 will understand!

You know, that final scene on the beach is a slow burner. Obviously, I loved it in the moment. But it was so short, and so soft, that it didn’t hit me hard like some of their other scenes. The more I think about it though, the more essential it becomes.

Do I think Bellamy was about to confess his love for Clarke, in a LET’S MAKE OUT way? No. I don’t.

Bellamy was very calm, very mellow. IMO, if he was about to go all out on the romantic front he wouldn’t have been so. He would have been more agitated, more jumpy. (EDIT: THAT BEING SAID, I HAVE JUST FLASHBACKED TO MY LOST DAYS…and IDK why but I always feel like Imma lose friends when I remind the world that I was #Jate for lyf. So suddenly I’m remembering the S3 finale where Jack just turned to her all chill from out of nowhere and shrugged and said ‘Because I love you’ and honestly, maybe we are at a point where a mellow and chill Bellamy just puts it out there like that?? MAYBE WE ARE?)

I think that Bellamy is feeling very fatalistic right now. When Clarke asked him ‘you still have hope’ he gave her what she needed. But 4x04 onwards have really emphasised how tired Bellamy is, and how aware of time running out he is. He’ll keep fighting to keep people alive, but I also think that he believes he - and maybe all of them - will be dead very soon. He expresses this pretty succintly in reference to Octavia. I think he knows, on a level, that Clarke is right. Given time, his relationship with O will heal. But there is no time. He thinks that he is going to die and Octavia is going to hate him.

When Clarke says ‘she’ll see how special you are’ it’s not because she’s pulling him back from a break down. And she’s calm too! Mellow too! She says it because it is how it is. It’s so natural and easy for her to tell Bellamy that he is special.

Bellamy’s long look at her is everything to me. We’ve had moments like this before…I’m specifically thinking of 3x15 and ‘but I trust you.’ So it’s not a shock to Bellamy, really (I think it will always be a little bit of a shock to him just because he is who he is) but coupled with how he’s feeling about O, about their chances…

WHAT’S IN HIS HEAD. Definitely I love this girl. I know, I know…I said I didn’t think he was about to make a big declaration…but LOVE is all over everything Bellarke, and has been for a while. She’s everything to me? She’s special too, and I need her to know that? I couldn’t have survived without her? If I die, I need her to keep fighting and living and to find happiness one day?


And then Clarke just…IMMEDIATELY SHUTS HIM DOWN. And I think there is so much to say here about Bellarke v Clarke’s scene with Niylah. For Clarke, sleeping with and finding comfort in Niylah is a situation without risk. There are no strings attached, it makes her feel better, and also…Niylah is just super nice. So Clarke can touch her, Clarke can show her that affection…

Obviously, Clarke’s relationship with Bellamy is on another level (even if you were to deny romance) and it strikes me how much Bellarke DON’T touch each other. She comes to stand beside him on the beach, and there’s space between them. They even struggle to FACE each other, and dude…that threw me back to 2x16. Clarke looks at him, but HAS to look away. Bellamy looks at her when she isn’t looking. And only when he is about to declare, does he turn his full body to face her.


Because she knows! She knows that he’s trying to say goodbye, and she will not accept that. She nopes out of that like whoa. She won’t even consider it. With Niylah it was a conversation and a request, but with Bellamy it’s just NOPE NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT. WE WILL SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN.

THEY ARE SKATING AROUND IT YOU GUYS. They both know SOMETHING, and they’re both approaching it in different ways.

Clarke can’t face it, can’t think about it, because they WILL survive. But Bellamy is starting to turn the other way…


yoda initially refusing to teach luke in empire is so fucking funny with the added “context” of the prequels… luke is like, “hey i’m sure this soup is delicious but i’m not really hungry so can we please get a move on here i feel like we’re wasting our time” and yoda just… sighs gravely and turns away and summons obi-wan’s spirit and is like, “i cannot teach him… much anger in him… like his father” like yoda PLEASE chill all he did was refuse your five-alarm chili and you’re already having flashbacks to anakin slaughtering a roomful of children

Honestly, “Welcome to the Madness” is the most obnoxiously “15-year-old’s attempt at sexy” thing I have ever seen, and I love it for that. I was fifteen once. That is exactly what I was into at 15. My little brother says that’s what he wanted to be in sophomore year of high school and it gave him flashbacks. I love how well they nail Yurio’s age.

But this also makes me feel really weird about anyone over the age of about 19 who still finds that preview unironically sexy. Not only is Yurio a minor, but I feel like most people in their twenties and over probably outgrew finding that appealing?

things my friends have actually said while watching voltron
  • lance: *sees lion* i feel like the eyes are following me
  • friend one: they're not following me
  • friend one: *referring to hunk* its hank
  • friend one: *referring to the castle* image if steven universe lived there
  • friend one: *sees coran* is he a leprechaun? i'm gonna call him leprechaun. (later) he's an angry short person! do you see those high heals, wait... those aren't high heals
  • friend one: i ship pig and lance
  • friend one: *as allura has war flashbacks* me every monday
  • friend two: what are those things by allura's ears
  • friend three: earrings?
  • friend two: me when my parents walk into my room… rawr
  • friend one: *referring to the castle* the dolphins
  • friend one: that mullet tho *shoots keith*
  • *klance moment*
  • friend two and i: *SCREAMMMMMM*
  • friend one: *trying to figure out our ship* that guy (shiro) and aroura
  • friend one: *referring to klance* are they secretly dating?
  • *another klance moment*
  • friend three and i: OOOOOOOOO
  • *our heads run into the other's*
  • *allura is explaining the personality of the yellow paladin*
  • friend one: it's keith
  • friend one: *sees allura* SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL, AHHHHHHHHH *is literally fangirling hella hard* MY EYESSSSS
  • friend two: *sees prisoners* what
  • me: they're aliens
  • friend two: oh, i thought they were wearing sock puppets
  • friend one: come on black dude- i mean lion
  • friend one: *sees enemy* he's fat… and ugly
  • *klance is on the screen*
  • friend one: see here? beauty
  • *shiro on screen*
  • friend one: see here? focus
  • friend two: i'm gonna binge watch zoltron
SnK Chapter 93 Poll Results

The chapter 93 poll closed with 1,143 entries. Can I start with a wow? With so many responses, this is going to be a long one.

(1024 responses)

The Marley Files continue to grow on us. 77% of respondents rated Chapter 93 very highly.

Best chapter I’ve ever reviewed in a while. I hope next month will deliver heavy stuff.

My Jaeger reunion hype was amplified by 3000 eggplants after this chapter

Loved the diversity in the new characters. Riener is so torn mentally & emotionally. I believe few more pages on the warrior are still needed before getting back to Paradise. I sense a glimpse of hope in escaping a doomed end. somebody will live & achieve freedom. who? hard to tell.

Everybody has different opinions about the plot, but I do not think anyone can argue about the art. Love this manga. Want to see Levi again!

I never imagined I could love these characters even more. Now I do. Bravo Isayama-sensei, I never felt so hyped for this chapter for the longest time!

Stop trying to make these new kids happen, Isayama. It’s not going to happen.

My interest in the manga is reaching an all time low with this focus on Marley. And it looks like we’ll still be there next month. I’m so done.

I haven’t minded these recent chapters, but I haven’t felt like I enjoyed them since its a virtually unknown cast. I did however enjoy chapter 93!

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Worth While (Tyler x FemReader) aghast fluff

Originally posted by smile-always-bitch

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): real sad though

Request:  Can I please request a fic? I’m partially requesting this because I need some comfort :( I read that Tyler said in a stream that he “knows his clock is ticking”, and my heart immediately dropped into my stomach. Like, had my husband not been in the room, I would have started crying. I’d like it to be a fem reader (high school sweethearts maybe?), who heard Tyler say that, and struggles to hold it together during the stream, but when it’s over, has to leave the room. Much hurt and comfort ensues.

Warnings: Tears wtf


“I wouldn’t put that there.”

“Well why not, Ethan?”

“Because that’s not where it goes!” Ethan cried out a laugh.

Mark continued to shove his game controller into the depths of his plush couch. With a goof-ish grin stretching his cheeks, he allowed Ethan to pull away his arms.

“Well that’s usually where you lose things, and apparently I lost this match, because you claim to not have cheated.”

Slipping out a few laughs of her own, (Y/n) patted Mark on his shoulder.

“Not apparently, you did lose. Because you just suck.”

“(Y/n)!” the brunette squealed “Not the time for–”

“Facts.” Ethan finished.

The three of them erupted in giggles. In came Tyler, holding an open phone. Swiftly, he pecked (Y/n)’s hair and sat on her right.

“It’s time for the twitter Q&A, you idiots.” he said.

As a whole, Mark, Ethan and (Y/n) calmed themselves enough to stay seated, and stay silent. Placing herself over Tyler’s shoulder, the girl read aloud the first tweet on she could see.

“On a scale of one to ten, how difficult is dyed hair?”

“Very.” answered Tyler almost immediately.

Mark sputtered himself to a stop and turned over to view (Y/n)’s boyfriend.

“How would you know?” he asked.

Tyler defended himself “I have to hear the both of you whine about it all day.”

Laughing again, (Y/n) nodded enthusiastically, earning a smile from Tyler himself.

“Gimme’ that.” Ethan demanded, swiping the phone from Tyler. Both Mark and Tyler chuckled at Ethan’s reaction.

“Why is Mark so small?”

“Next question.”

Trying to focus on reading and not laughing Ethan said “It’s because he shoved so much of his dick in his personality, that by cause and effect, it actually made the rest of him physically smaller as well.”

“What do you mean ‘the rest’ and ‘as well’? The rest apart from what?” Mark asked in an touchy, offensive voice.

“Donate now to find out!” Tyler grinned at the camera, pointing at its lens “Links below!”

Bubbling with laughter, Ethan managed to state the next question.

“Did surgery scare you at all? Do you feel any different on your views?”

The question was for Tyler, therefore everyone in the group directed their eyes to the brunette; giving him their full attention.

“Well,” Tyler started. “I wouldn’t say that it scared me. It showed me a lot though.”

The air had been light up to that moment. (Y/n) wondered precariously as to why she felt as though it might change.

“You know; that life, as a whole, is a valuable gift.”

Mark and Ethan both offered him polite, understanding nods.

“It’s a privilege and not right. But, even now, I’m more aware that my own clock has began to tick.”

There it was. The sentence that hung sour within the air, almost palpable. Turning the atmosphere very quickly from joyous to real, especially for (Y/n). At the very least, he ended his answer with an honest smile.

“Well, I feel my surgery scared the shit out of me.” Mark soon cut in. It was very obvious he wanted to change the topic “Because it hurt so much, like holy shit. Flashbacks.”

A ridged laugh came from Ethan as he nodded and said

“I, myself, have never had surgery. And frankly, Mark’s horror story is good enough to scare me.”

Their jokes twisted with each other, once again pulling up a light ring around the group.

(Y/n) couldn’t bring herself to openly joke after something like that being said. Especially from someone like her high school sweetheart. Slowly, roughly, she felt her heart tumble to her stomach. Something wasn’t right with her, not at all.

“But anyway, that’s the only thing.” Tyler concluded, glancing quickly at (Y/n). The brunette noticed a blunt fatigue in her eyes.

Hours and hours passed through the stream. More questions were answered; some silly- some serious.

But as the hours passed, so did (Y/n)’s thoughts. She couldn’t focus on any charity games, couldn’t make any humourus jokes, couldn’t even get herself to spare Tyler a thoughtful look.

(Y/n) was grateful, though, for Mark and Ethan. The two of them took duty in carrying on the atmosphere; keeping her quaintly sane.

“Alright, it has been I don’t know how many hours, but it seems that we are wrapping up here.” Mark eventually said.

He took time to thank everyone that donated- to thank his three friends for joining him.

Mark did his outro, and then he was done. The stream went down and the camera was shut off.

(Y/n) immediately left the room.

It wasn’t her fault that she could not tear her mind away from Tyler’s statement. It wasn’t her fault that she wanted to suck it up for the sake of the stream. It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t want Tyler to die…

Such a vague thought it was. Having someone so seemingly important to you just suddenly one day die. It seemed almost selfish. Why did it have to happen?

Quicker than she had anticipated, (Y/n) found herself in her shared bedroom. Lord, when she looked up she cursed for two reason. Her eyes, had become childishly watery. And her gaze, inevitably fell upon her bed. The side closest to the door, Tyler’s side.

If he dies soon, who will lay next to her?

Tears, and nothing but tear, stabbed her eyes. She spun furiously to slam a closed hand against the door. Instead, the sad girl ran into her boyfriend. He had followed her.

“(Y/n).” he mumbled.

(Y/n) did not look up. She did not move, nor did she say anything.

“(Y/n), I…” Tyler raised his hand, very gently, and brought it down upon her soft locks.

“I’m going to die… sooner or later.”

The male pulled his beautiful girlfriend in for a hurting embrace. The sunlight wandered politely on the floor, crawling in from under a drawn curtain. The room was visibly grey.

“Don’t say that to me.” (Y/n) demanded.

If he dies soon, who will hold her when she cries?

Tyler relished the soft tears that came from (Y/n) as they gathered on his shoulder. Tightly wrapped around her chest, his arms became her blanket of comfort.

“I’m happy now where I am.” he said.

“I was happy until now, as well.”

Tyler’s words brought upon the girl more sadness.

“And darling, I’ll be happy when I die, knowing you made my life worth living.”



I’m Not That Kind Of Man

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader
Word count: 823
Warnings: Bit of angst. Bit of fluff. Mentions of past abuse but no descriptions. Cussing.  
Request: ( Anonymous ) Can I request a JDM were him and the reader are in an established relationship and she never told him that her ex used to hit her so they’re arguing and he goes to rub his face or moves his arm too fast and it scares her and then maybe fluff happens? 

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What is it that makes SnK manga so good?

SnK manga started very simple. It could have been explained in one sentence: It’s a story about mindless giants that eat humans.

The story was very mysterious, and it remained like that until few chapters ago. The amount of information we got during the first 85 chapters was so small that it could probably be said in one chapter.

So in other words, what kept SnK manga so good wasn’t the story itself, because there was not much of the story in the first place, it was the characters. The genius part of SnK are the characters that are written and developed so well, that they feel alive.

One of the greatest manga authors of all time Yoshihiro Togashi (Hunter x Hunter mangaka) once said:

“Manga first needs to be interesting based on character relationships. What makes a manga great is whether or not you can relate to the characters that the manga artist creates. If the characters are lively and the manga looks fun to read, the world doesn’t even matter.”

Masashi Kishimoto, the writter of Naruto agreed with him, and added:

“Even if the creator is excited about the world, unless there’s interesting characters there, others won’t care. It’ll just be something they don’t understand.”

The character interactions and development in SnK is literally the best I’ve ever seen. I didn’t know it was plausible to be so attached to the characters until I’ve read SnK. We followed the story together with the characters, and even though we didn’t understand the world they lived in, neither did they, so we lived through the story together with them, and together learned the answer to one small question at a time.

We knew that eventually both the characters and us are gonna find out the big mysteries behind the SnK world, it’s been build up since the beginning that the basement will show us the answers, and again we did it together with the characters, through Grisha’s book, and Eren’s memories. So we continued to live together with the characters.

However, these last 3 chapters were different.

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datanullyx  asked:

Hey so 9. and 33. Pretty please?

9. One more step, I dare you.
33. Can you give me a hug?  Just once?

This might not be exactly what you were looking for… but it’s what popped into my mind with these prompts.  Something a little different than what I normally gravitate towards!

At first, he thinks it’s the thunderstorm that’s woken him up, which would be a reasonable assumption- it’s one of the worst he’s ever seen.  DC’s spring storms have nothing on Florida’s.  But as he lies totally still in his hotel room, in between the crashes of thunder, he becomes aware of another sound through the hotel wall, coming from the room next door.  A series of high, keening sobs, reaching a shrieking crescendo as a sustained flash of lightning whites out his vision, and that’s all it takes for him to rocket out of his bed.  He grabs his glasses from the nightstand and his gun from his holster… and after a half-second’s thought, he yanks on the sweatpants he’d earlier discarded at the foot of the bed.

The connecting door is unlocked, which both surprises him (she’s a federal agent and that’s an awful lot of trust she’s displaying in him) and relieves him (at least the hotel’s not going to have to bill the FBI because of damage to property).  The lights on the other side are off, the bed is empty, and in the next flash of lightning, he sees her.  She’s crouched in the far corner of the room, half-hidden behind a chair- and her gun is pointed directly at him.

“One more step, I dare you,” she says, in a voice that shakes just as violently as the hand clutching her weapon.  Very slowly, he reaches out and places his own gun on the nightstand to his left and raises his hands so that she can see that they’re empty.

“Agent Scully,” he says, in a slow, calm voice, “I’m not going to hurt you.”  He can see from here that there’s no recognition in her face, only panic, and he knows, instantly, what’s going on.  "It’s Walter Skinner,“ he says.  "You’re in a hotel room in Orlando, Florida.  We’re attending a conference.  There’s a thunderstorm outside, but you are not in any danger.”  She lowers her gun slightly.  Encouraged, he takes a cautious step towards her.

“That’s not right,” she says, her voice wavering.  "Where’s Mulder?“  Pure panic overtakes her face again, and she raises the gun.  Skinner stops moving.  "What have you done with him?”

“Agent Mulder is back in DC,” Skinner says.  "He’s home sick with the flu.“  Scully closes her eyes and takes a deep, ragged breath.  "Scully,” says Skinner, lowering his voice, “everything is all right.  You’re safe.  There’s nobody in this room except you and me, and I promise, I’m not going to hurt you.”  He takes another step.  "I promise.  You are safe.“  Her head lowers with a heartbreaking sob, and the arm holding the gun falls to her side.  Intuiting that the danger has passed, Skinner goes to her- still moving slowly- and helps her to her feet.  He leads her to the bed, where she sits, her head in her hands, and he places her gun on the nightstand alongside his own.  He turns on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a dim, orange glow.  After a moment’s hesitation- he’s not sure what Scully would deem "appropriate”- he sits next to her.

She’s trembling so hard that the bed is shaking.  He doesn’t need her to tell him what’s happened, but he knows from experience that what helps or doesn’t help is different from one person to the next, so he does need her to tell him what to do.

“Dana,” he says gently, “how can I help?”  She shakes her head violently.  "Come on,“ he cajoles her.  "It’s nothing to be ashamed of.  I just want to make it better for you, all right?”  She peers up at him, and he nods encouragingly.

“Can you… I’m sorry, Sir, I know this is inappropriate-”

“Don’t worry about that,” he reassures her.

“Can you give me a hug?” she asks, looking at the carpet instead of at his face.  "Just once?“

"Of course,” he says.  He slides closer to her on the bed, still moving slowly to keep from spooking her, and takes her in his arms.  She’s stiff at first, still trembling fiercely, but as he holds her she calms, until after what feels like forever to him (but is, in reality, probably more like a minute), she’s no longer shaking.  She pushes him away gently, and takes a long, shuddering breath.

“Thanks,” she says softly, still not looking at him.  

“Don’t mention it,” he says.  "Do you have them often?  The flashbacks?“  She jerks her head up to look at them, eyes wide.  

"How do you know-”

“That that’s what was going on?”  She nods.  "I have them, too.“  He laughs mirthlessly.  "Me and at least half the Vietnam vets still alive and kicking.  They’re not anywhere near as frequent as they used to be, though.”

“Not for me, either,” she admits.  "In fact, it’s been months.“  She gestures towards the window, where lightning continues to flash.  "It’s the storm causing it.  The lightning… it makes me think I’m back….”  She waves her hand vaguely.  "Wherever I was when I was abducted.“

"I thought Mulder said you didn’t remember any of that,” Skinner says.

“I don’t, not really.  But I do know that wherever it was, there were bright, flashing lights.”

“What do you usually do when it happens?” asks Skinner curiously.  It’s clear to him, from what’s just transpired, that Scully requires outside help to pull herself out of the waking nightmare.  He’s got a pretty good idea of who that someone usually is… and Scully’s blush confirms it.  "Mulder?“  She looks away from him.  "Come on, Dana, I’m not looking to get you into trouble.”  She looks up at him out of the corner of her eye and nods.

“He’s a bad sleeper,” she says.  "He come and calms me down when he hears me.  It’s why I left the connecting door open tonight.  Force of habit.“

"And how about at home?  The nights you’re not together?”  Her mouth drops open, and suddenly, she looks terrified.

“Sir,” she says, “I know the rumors, I know everyone assumes that we’re… that Agent Mulder and I are… but that’s all they are, is rumors.  Stories.  More ways for people to discredit us.”

“Dana,” Skinner says gently, “I saw you.”  She pales visibly.

“Where?” she whispers.  He can understand her fear- they’ve been careful, Skinner knows.  They stand a little closer than most at work, it’s true, but it’s been that way since the beginning.  They’ve always been in their own, impenetrable little bubble… but there’s never even the suggestion that something more might be going on.  He’s walked into their basement office and felt that energy between them, sure, but caught them in a delicate moment?  Never.  Discretion is a language in which both of them are exceedingly fluent.

“My sister was in town last month,” he says.  “She dragged me to the symphony.  You and Mulder were sitting maybe ten rows in front of us.”  She covers her face with her hands.  “I saw him kiss you.  And, well… it didn’t look like the first time.  But Dana, listen: I don’t care what you and Mulder do in your free time.  I don’t care whether the bureau says I’m supposed to care.  You and Mulder watch each other’s backs, you get your work done, your solve rate is way better than any of my other agents, and you hand me receipts for two separate hotel rooms every time you take a case out of town.  Beyond that, what you do is your own business.”  She risks a look at him and finds him smiling.

“At home… if he’s not at my apartment, and I’m not at his… he usually just drives over if a storm blows through,” she admits.  “Sometimes he checks the weather forecast.”  She grins sheepishly.  “Before this year… before we were together… he used to just stretch out on my couch if he got there and I was sleeping through it.  I’d wake up and find him out there in the morning.”  This year?  Skinner tries not to show his surprise.  He’s been assuming they were an item for a lot longer than that.  “Can I ask… what do you do?  When one of these flashbacks hits you?”

“I have a list of phone numbers taped to every phone in my house,” he says.  “Old army buddies, mostly.  I go down the list until I find someone who’s home, and they talk me through it.”  Scully opens her mouth to respond, but she’s interrupted by the trill of her cell phone, lying on the nightstand.  Skinner picks it up and hands it to her.  He’s sitting close enough that when she answers it, he can hear Mulder’s voice on the other end, asking if she’s all right.

“I was checking the forecasts online,” Skinner hears him say, “and I saw you were getting a storm down there.”  Scully grins and looks at Skinner bashfully.

“Mulder, you’re supposed to be sleeping,” she says.  “You’re sick.”  Skinner stands- clearly Mulder will be taking it from here.

“Gonna go,” he whispers.  “Goodnight.”  Scully glances up.

“Mulder, hang on a second,” she says, and lowers the phone.  “Sir, that list you mentioned?  The numbers you call when it happens to you?”

“Yeah?”  She smiles.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like you to add mine.”

Magi 344 Spoilers

Warning: As usual, please note that my level of Japanese is basic at most, and this is just a translation of text summaries available online, so I cannot guarantee that the following snippets are accurate. In other words, these can be just rumors or misinterpretations, and I might have left some parts out because I didn’t understand them. Feel free to share the link, but please DO NOT REPOST, and don’t forget to support the official releases!!

In which Alibaba discusses his situation with Wahid, Setta, and Tess, and we find out more about David.

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