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Uncle Popeye Fucks Up Hunting So Bad Legislation Happens

(Gun use, alcohol mention, amazingly- no animal death)

So you may remember Uncle Popeye from A Holiday Story, when he and grandpa tried to shoot a pheasant and fucked it up real bad.  I called the Ohio Relatives.  They have no idea how the family knew Popeye either, but that his given name was Richard, but got tired of being called “Dick” and after losing an eye in WW2, went by Popeye.

Look man, Ohio DOES things to people.

Popeye fancied himself the Great Outdoors-man, despite a long list of evidence to the contrary- besides the shooting incident, there was the time he got lost in the woods behind his house for a week despite being less than a mile from his house and six major roads, the time he almost poisoned the whole family after mushrooming in the hills only to be stopped by GG, and the time he got in a fight with a Woodcock and Lost.

The worst though, was Snowflake.

Near where my Ohio relatives lived, and continue to live, there is a Military Armory. (You know that joke about “If all your relatives all live in the same postcode, you might be a redneck?”  Yeah, check that.  Mom was the first to leave the state, and keeps urging the others that they are free to leave, they can’t keep you there. But I digress).  The armory is actually kind of a large campus, several hundred acres in size, where they take lots of old munitions and aircraft and whatnot, and figure out how to take apart and dispose of them without blowing everything up to fuck. The whole area is fenced off to keep the locals from helping themselves to the munitions (A serious issue in redneck country), which trapped the deer in the forest inside.  

The deer, no longer having to worry about hunters, but cut off from the outside population, basically went full Deliverance, and the resulting mutants are… rather pretty.  

The mutation is Luecistism, not albinism, but it makes for pretty, pretty very stupid deer.  Like, even dumber than white-tail already are, and whitetail are DUMB.  But the deer on the armory could afford to be easy to spot and have no natural fear of anything, because there were no predators or hunters, and the soldiers stationed there had better things to do

The prettiest of them all was Snowflake, the large white buck named Snowflake, because soldiers are great at naming things.  He was, by all accounts, a truly splendid creature- snow-white and shapely, with a well-developed rack.  Not unlike a porn star, apparently.  And many a man Lusted after snowflake, desperate for his head.

Or other things.  Ohio’s a pretty fucked up place.

But unlike other men, who would only stare wistfully from afar, Popeye was absolutely determined to have Snowflake.  The issue was, the military, having a few moments of sense, had decreed that having people wandering around a munitions decommissioning plant with firearms was likely to result in fire and death, declared that there was to be no hunting on their grounds.  The only way Popeye could feasibly shoot Snowflake would be if he were somehow able to get him on the other side of the fence.  But he couldn’t just cut a hole in the fence- it was fairly regularly checked, and he’d be caught.  Nope.  Somehow, Popeye had to get Snowflake on the other side of the fence without damaging it or the Military noticing.

It was during an afternoon of boozing and watching western documentaries, Popeye hit upon a solution.  He was watching a tourism promotion for all the great outdoor activities in Colorado, when he saw the solution to his problem.

He could FISH for deer.

Specifically, he fly-fish.  In his mind, he could clearly see how it would play out.  he’d simply find a heavy-duty line, cast it over the fence, tangling it in Snowflake’s antlers, and then reel him over the fence, where it would be perfectly legal to shoot him and then he’d be the envy of all the men down at the elks lodge.  Hah!  Genius!

So that spring, Popeye began tossing corn over the fence to lure deer to that particular secluded corner, and was immensely pleased when Snowflake started turning up regularly.  He’d get his trophy AND some fat venison!  All summer and into fall, he continued this, with the deer getting entirely too casual about his presence.  he also got his hands on some deep-sea fishing line and practiced ensnaring the antlers of his dummy deer in the backyard.  Just to make sure he had the leverage to haul Snowflake in, he got the harness that attaches the pole to your hip.  All was going according to plan.

So the first day of hunting season, Popeye goes to his corner where he’s been feeding the deer, and Snowflake is there, waiting for breakfast.  Great.  Popeye backs his pickup truck up to the fence, and stands on the bed so he can cast over the fence.  The deer, being imbeciles, fail to notice anything amiss.  He casts, and miracle of miracles, he gets the loop over Snowflake’s antlers on the first try!  Popeye whips the line around some more, making sure Snowflake is good and tangled, before reeling him in.

Apparently snowflake just stood there for this part, presumably looking confused.  Then the line began to pull on him.

As Popeye would later recount from the hospital:  “That’s when I realized.  Deer ain’t Mackinaw.”

Popeye had, in all his planning,  not taken into consideration that a 200-pound buck at the height of his testosterone-riddled rut might be somewhat disinclined to be pulled over a fence.  Furthermore, Popeye had failed to account that at 5′5″, he was of similar size to the deer, and in nowhere near as good of shape.

He recalled ALMOST flying over the fence as Snowlfake turned and ran for the safety of the base.  He did not quite make it, and cracked both knees as they slammed into the fence, jeans and harness shredding on the barbed wire.  it was not enough to separate him from the harness, only enough to slide it down his legs and tangle around his ankles, so that once he hit the ground, Popeye was dragged for half a goddamn mile by his feet as Snowflake frantically tried to get away.

Once at the base, and all manner of bruised, cut up and abused, Popeye was relieved when they finally came to a halt.  he regretted it half a second later when he realized that Snowflake had only turned around, and was now bearing down on his sorry ass full-tilt.  Several puncture and kick wounds later, Popeye managed to kick off the harness, freeing himself from Snowflake, and had to run back to where he thought he’d left the truck.  In the middle of the night, in the woods, with cracked patellas and without pants.

It took him all night to find the fence and truck, but managed to get back over the fence and to the hospital without being spotted. In a fit of paranoia that almost pased for good sense, he drove to three counties away to be treated, so the police wouldn’t find him, bleeding all the way.  He neglected beforehand, to tell any of his friends or family where he was going, except that he was deer-hunting.

He was very disappointed when he turned up a week later and found out nobody had gone looking for him.

 Snowflake was found tangled up in a tree, and was cut loose by the soldiers, apparently upset but unharmed.  Concerned that the poachers were getting too creative for their own good, the base petitioned the state legislature to maybe make a law that you aren’t allowed to fish for deer, Christ, we only found the poor man’s pants.

The state legislature, in a fit of rabid libertarianism, declared that such a law would be too restrictive upon the freedom of Ohioans, so the Army tried the country.  The county, which had to actually deal with this kind of bullshit on a semi-regular basis, agreed, and it is now illegal to Hunt any bird, fish or quadruped with devices and equipment not intended for such purpose.

Popeye never went deer-hunting after that, and Snowflake went on to sire many many more pretty inbred deer.

I believe Spencer’s twin is coming.

In this post I want to give a list of reasons why Twincer is my prime suspect as AD. I know a lot of these ‘clues’ come from interviews, but they’re still really convincing for me at least. I’ve definitely missed some of the clues from within the show because they’re not as easy to spot - we need to know for sure if Twincer is happening, then we can dig further. (The fun won’t instantly stop once the finale airs.) But for now, enjoy these, and at the end, I give my theory as to the motive.

Please note: none of this is overly new. This is just the summation of everything we’ve been talking about on my blog for the past couple months. I wanted to put all the ideas into one post, rather than 31529 mini posts scattered here and there. I will be updating this as we find more. 

  1. The famous airport scene from 715.
    We all already think it’s weird that "Spencer" asked Ezra to not tell anyone he saw her there with Wren. What’s weirder, is the fact that Wren and “Spencer” were arguing. Amongst muffle, I heard Spencer say "stop calling me that" (let me know if you heard differently). Did Wren have a slip-of-the-tongue moment and call her Spencer rather than the twin’s real name?
  2. Dr. Cochran’s story is very telling.
    We all already know the ambiguous implication that Mary had more than two babies, because Dr. Cochran said he dealt with “two of Mary’s babies”. What’s more interesting is the second baby he dealt with. The first baby (Charlotte) he gave to Jessica. He said that the second baby that he delivered was placed in family county services. This could not have been Spencer, since Spencer was delivered to Veronica within 5 minutes of birth. So, who was that second baby that was placed in family services? I believe it was Spencer’s twin. Why? Dr Cochran referred to that second baby as “underweight but tenacious” - lo and behold, the next episode, Toby calls Spencer tenacious. This was the writers foreshadowing the similarities between this second baby, and Spencer. Twins. 
  3. We all know Hanna’s ‘dream’ in 701.
    It makes no sense that Hanna was able to dream ‘Spencer’ saying the name A.D. since Hanna was kidnapped before these initials were even revealed. Perhaps Hanna was visited by Twincer; the one holding her captive.
  4. A.D. needs to stand for something. 
    Spencer’s twin could literally have the initials A.D., since we know she would be Mary Drake’s child. Her first name would start with A and the D would stand for Drake. 
  5. Brendan and Ian both confessed to being confused by the identity of A.D.
    They needed the backstory to understand it. Is that because they had no idea who has the name “Alex Drake” (for example) ?
  6. Tyler said before 7B aired that “you’ve never met AD. You kind of have. You’ll know what I mean”.
    This can be interpreted in two ways: you’ve never met Twincer but since you know Spencer, you kind of know who AD is. Or. You’ve seen Twincer over the years, but thought it was Spencer. Either way, Tyler’s comment screams twin-theory to me. This could apply to any twin theory, but in this context, I’m using it for Spencer.
  7. Ian said (0:57) that “fans will be satisfied to a point. Right when it seems it’s gonna be really great, it might do a little [downwards hand motion]”….
    That cheeky smile on Ian’s face when he said “it seems it’s gonna be really great”… what could be greater than a liar being AD? Ian could be referring to the fact that they initially show us Troian under the hoodie, making us think Spencer is AD. Then, after commercial break, they will reveal it’s just her twin, hence the “it might do a little [downwards hand motion]”. We will be satisfied to a point, he said. It’ll start off amazing by thinking it’s Spencer, oh wait, it’s another twin.
  8. Ashley said (0:14) that she didn’t even know the A.D. reveal is possible.
    Because she did not expect a second pair of twins to come along?
  9. “It’s like there are two of you living in this house. You, and you’re evil twin, and we’re not sure who’s coming down to breakfast". 
    said Veronica to Spencer in 423. Foreshadowing at it’s finest.
  10. Spencer doesn’t remember this flashback.
    Was it her twin? And oh how coincidental, that the writers tell us a time Spencer doesn’t remember, in the same scene Veronica makes the above comment about Spencer’s “evil twin”.
  11. “Where are they?”
    said Mary as she entered the Hastings house (flashback from 717). Who is they? The twins? She proceeded to say that Spencer is the only good thing she’s ever made. Maybe Mary knows Spencer’s twin is evil, and is neglecting her. 
  12. “You look very much like your sister. Almost like twins”.
    said Mary to Spencer in 701. The writers wanted us to think that Mary was talking about Spencer and Melissa, since Mary was holding a picture of the half-sisters. But, were the writers, and therefore Mary, hinting towards Twincer? Is Mary being blackmailed/forced (by Peter?) to keep quiet on Twincer, and she had a slip-of-the-tongue moment here?
  13. Marlene is very aware of the Twincer theories.
    Back in 2014 she said that Troian sent her an online fan theory regarding Spencer having a twin who is A. Marlene was blown away by it and she thought it was a very well thought out plan with detailed evidence across the series. Watch from 1:35. Whilst you may be saying “there’s NO WAY Marlene spoilt her own show’s ending in an interview!!” - I feel like she had no idea the show would go on for 7 seasons, and once they got renewed, she panicked. “Shit, we need a new Uber A. Let’s go with that brilliant fan theory Troian sent me”. She probably regrets making this interview now. You can tell her passion for Twincer in this interview. She talks so damn highly of it.
  14. Marlene has said that the person who plays A.D. had known for a while.
    We know that Marlene told Troian the entire ending of the show years in advance. “Just like I had story time with Marlene, you all now get story time with Pretty Little Liars” said Troian.
  15. The girl in the coffin in the opening has the exact same black puffy shirt as Spencer.
  16. Why does it seem that A.D. is always going after the Hastings?
    Why shoot Spencer, out of all the liars? Why demand Aria to plant the audio device in the Hastings? Why not ruin the Marin household? The jealous twin wants her ungrateful sister dead, hence the shooting, and the jealous daughter is angry she never got adopted. Too much of the story is Hastings-oriented. 
  17. “They’re all some pretty. Good. Theories.”
    Was Janel’s response to being asked about the Spencer-twin theories. (22:20)
  18. And, I’ll just leave this here. Good one @prettylittlesessions​ !
  19. “Spencer’s” weird comments in 718.
    In 718 “Spencer” says to Toby “you know what its like to be the outsider. Removed from friends and family”. What made her say this? Nothing was said or done in 718 to prompt our Spencer to say this. 
  20. Keegan said there are no more Spoby kisses in 7B.
    “I can honestly say that there is not another Spoby kiss.” Yet - there was one in 718. Either Keegan lied, or that was Spencer’s twin. (10:15)
  21. “It’s somebody you have seen.”
    says Marlene in regards to who AD is. Was she talking about the Spoby kiss in 710, which Twincer referred to in 718 when she kissed Toby again? Marlene was very careful to avoid saying “it’s someone you KNOW”. We don't “know” Twincer. But, we have seen her.
  22. “That’s not the Spencer I know”
    said Toby in 718. Writers are foreshadowing.

Setting all this aside, I want to add my theory on the backstory and motive:

  • Twincer, who’s name is A_____ Drake, was born in Radley, as Dr. Cochran told us in 7A. 
  • Twincer was raised in Radley - not because she needed to be at a psychological hospital, but as a form of daycare, because Mary was deemed an unfit mother, and also she kept Twincer a secret from Peter… he already hated her (to the point of planning her murder, later on) enough for having one baby together, imagine Peter’s reaction to having twins.
  • There, Twincer met and bonded with her sister Charlotte. Charlotte became Twincer’s only friend. (Twincer might even be Bethany, since we already know of this bond between Bethany and Charlotte, and how Bethany was drawing Charles being taken away by a monster. But for this theory, let’s just forget Bethany for a second.)
  • When Mona came to Radley and started telling Charlotte about everything she did to her sister, Charlotte and Twincer wanted to play. They wanted a turn at harassing Spencer and her friends.
  • For Charlotte, as we know, it was the feeling of finally succeeding at something in life that made the game her drug. For Twincer, it was something far darker.
  • Harassing Aria, Hanna, Emily and Alison is all about driving a wedge between the girls. Twincer wants to break up the girls. Turn them against each other. Hopefully by throwing fire at the girls, they will break up, ultimately, to ruin Spencer’s life. Again, jealousy. Twincer’s plan is backfiring because it’s exactly A’s threats that makes Spencer say “we need each other more than ever” and “always stick together”. The writers keep making the point of SPENCER being the one to make the comments about “always” sticking together. Twincer cannot break Spencer and her bitches. This is fueling Twincer’s anger. Nothing is working.
  • That’s why AD/Twincer recently shot Spencer. “If I can’t break the girls up to ruin Spencer’s life, why not just become Spencer?” Twincer shot Spencer in an attempt to assume her identity and squeeze her way into the loving friendship group that she could never crack. “These girls are so loyal to each other… they don’t even break up after even my threats. Damn, I want to be a part of this. It’s my turn to live a happy life. You had your turn Spencer.”
  • Note: I do not believe that AD has been operating since season 1. Mona’s time as A is completely independent from Charlotte and Twincer’s story. Mona started the game, and now someone is ending it, and she wants to know who. Charlotte and Twincer are their own duo; their own A-team, which stemmed as a result of Mona coming to Radley. Charlotte revealed herself - next up in the A team is Twincer, who is carrying on the game she once played with her sister. 

anonymous asked:

hey if you're still doing prompts, the time(s) someone outside of the team (or inside) mistakes aaron for andrew or the other way around?? thanks!! i love your writing!!

There should be some sort of rule, Aaron thinks, that identical twins have to avoid celebrity. 

It was disarming enough to be a teenager the first time he saw his own face with nothing inside of it, like an indifferent stone likeness. Then Andrew went and got himself famous, made himself important to everyone (including Aaron). He stares out from magazine spreads with his middle finger up when Aaron goes through the checkout counter, and he follows him closely with his reputation.

He’s had patients bow out of the exam room when they heard their intern was ‘A. Minyard’. He’s had anger and relief flip toggles in his chest when he caved and bought a magazine, finding Andrew and Neil piled in Exy gear to promote a product. They looked uncommitted and severe except when they were jostled together and shot from the side, candid, staring. 

It almost makes him miss the moments with the foxes when everything was as simple as watching Andrew’s face for the changes and catching the wave to the next game.

But it’s better to have the kind of work that he knows he does best, stockpiled for the rest of medical school and the rest of his life after that. It feels good to stretch on rubber gloves and distance himself from the worst sort of rot in the world. 

It feels good for his feet to throb and his head to twist itself into knots, and to come home to Katelyn, who always tries to wait up for him and never can. She passes out with her legs over the armrest of their secondhand couch and her hair fanned over the cushions. He kisses her awake more often than not.

He goes for runs, sometimes, like he never did in college. It’s when his own reflection makes his neck prickle and he thinks, god, he’s here. He’s never not here. If you’re a twin you’re a member of a club, and you’re constantly in uniform.

He gets stopped on the street and asked for his autograph, and he feels comforted to know that his “piss off” is gentler than whatever Andrew would have said. 

He sees his own face hoisted at pride, watches Andrew become half of a relationship that handcuffs exy to entire social movements, and it coaxes old fear into his blood. It takes some wrangling and undoing of rusted closed spigots before he realizes that he’s impressed, too. 

He hates Neil out of habit. He watches the sun make new colours with Katelyn’s hair at 5 am. He puts his alarm on snooze just so he can lie there with her. He likes that his life is a can on a string, and somewhere, tossed out into another state, in a high-rise with blackout curtains and an orange cat, Andrew has the other can.

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Friends Part 4

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2643

Warnings: Fluffy, loads of Bucky being a cute pie some sexual innuendos and some sexual tension.

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

credits to the gif owner

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You take a sip of your coffee as you look at the computer in front of you; you are never going to understand why you accepted a job at the Stark Industries, sure they pay you really well but looking at budgets all day was starting to make you crazy.

To be honest, the budget in front of you is the least of your concerns, it’s been five days since Bucky went on a mission and you still haven’t heard from him. Usually, he texts you to let you know that he was alive and well. But so far nothing, according to Natasha they are fine but the mission is a lot more complicated than they anticipated.

You wish they would be home soon, you hated worrying much, you couldn’t sleep when you were worried.

You almost have a heart attack when you hear your phone ringing, you look at the id caller expecting it to be Dan but no it is Wanda. This is odd she never calls you “Hey Wan is everything fine?” Your mind goes to the worst scenario possible, afraid that something might have happened to Bucky.

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5 Reasons Room for Ruby is Poorly Written

Here’s a link to my Mellow Frames of the episode if you want to read that before you read this review. 

Aw Room for Ruby, it’s a decisive episode. Not just for the fandom, but also for yours truly. There’s some things I really like about this episode, but also some things I really hate about this episode. However, one thing I know for sure is that it’s a really poorly written episode. Now just because it’s a poorly written episode doesn’t mean it’s a terrible episode. Hit the Diamond is a poorly written episode that I love. Room for Ruby is somewhere in between a poorly written episode that’s still charming like Hit the Diamond and a hard to watch poorly written episode like Fusion Cuisine. Now let’s get on to the list. 

1. The Beginning is Contrived, Horribly Improbable and Lazy 

As someone who has written before and has read multiple screenplays I would tell you that it can be hard to connect your plot points. Sometimes the writer knows what’s meant to happen in a story, but they don’t know how to get to that point. Beginnings can be hard to write is what I’m saying. However, that will not stop me from saying that the beginning to Room for Ruby is lazy as hell. Navy just lands in front of the temple, no real build up or no reason, she just lands in front of the temple. You have to have your turning points in your story happen more naturally than that. It’s like if you wanted to start a romance story by having character #1 go up to character #2 and say “Hey you seem nice, let’s date”, to which character #2 said “sure”, then the plot begins. It’s not only lazy for an opening, but it’s also confusing. What are the fucking chances she lands in front of the temple. She was drifting in space and fell to the Earth( which is really huge) to fall exactly in front of the temple. If she did it on purpose then how the fuck did she accomplish that!? I’m guessing she didn’t do it on purpose because she didn’t know the location of the temple, so she just happen to fall in front of the temple. That is really contrived Lauren! 

2. It’s Hard Not to Take Navy’s Side Here 

Originally posted by stevensstars

One thing I loved about the episode was Navy turning out to be “evil”. I really like what they did with the Ruby Squad where they first appeared to be dumb comic relief nuisances, but actually turned out to be somewhat legit threats. Eyeball trying to kill Steven was a big surprise, but Navy tricking the Barned Gems was a bigger surprise. I like how they pull it off in the episode. In most of the episode it wasn’t even considered that Navy could’ve been tricking them (yes a lot of the fandom was suspicious, but the characters weren’t), then she wanted to see their ship and tricked them. This was great. Here’s the downside, she’s kind of in the right.The ending of the episode treats it like she was being a sadist, but she wasn’t. Her anger towards them is justified (which to be fair the episode does mention) and she flung them over water where they would be safe. It’s not like she tried to kill them, she just wanted some catharsis. I can easily see a likable hero doing something like that.

Also the Crystal Gems left the Rubies stranded in space and didn’t even try looking for them once. Yes this was a problem outside of this episode, but this episode could’ve fixed this a little with a small change. Have Steven and Garnet look for the Rubies at the beginning of the episode (also imply that they’ve been doing this regularly) and have them find Navy. This would’ve made the CGs look less like the bad guys and also would’ve fixed the problem with the opening being contrived. Navy’s betrayal would’ve seem more like a betrayal too. The sloppy writing involving the Rubies is definitely why half of the fandom was like “How dare you!” and the rest were like “You go girl!” 

3. Lapis Being the One Who Objects Doesn’t Work 

Originally posted by doafhat

Here’s something I did like the first time I saw the episode. It was Lapis’ objection to Navy staying there. I liked that the show was finally giving Lapis a little character development and I liked that they presented not getting use to something quickly as a positive. However, the more I thought about it and after I rewatched the episode I realized that Lapis objecting to Navy staying there doesn’t work. First her objection is pretty much that Navy has forgiven them way too quickly, which is ironic for Lapis to say because Lapis has not brought up once to the Crystal Gems about the whole mirror incident. She doesn’t seem to show any resentment towards them at all. I don’t think it’s conceited to say that I’ve handled this better because I have a running joke about Lapis getting revenge on Pearl by using her water punch on her at random times. 

Lapis second objection is that Navy is getting use to the Earth way too quickly since it apparently took Lapis a long time to get use to the Earth. Yes, it took Lapis so long to get use to the Earth, like 1 episode, maybe 2. Some of you might argue that maybe it took her awhile to get use to the Earth while she was living in the Barn. If that’s the case than that’s really lazy writing and a huge side effect of that cursed barn. Actions speak louder than words and that definitely applies to fiction. Lapis’ dialogue in this episode breaks so many show don’t tell rules. Now this isn’t just the fault of this episode, but when you’re trying to write a continuation to a story than you need to make sure the pieces fit with what’s been established. I’m not actually against the story Room for Ruby was telling, but Lapis is terribly miscast as the objector. Now if only there was another Gem in this episode where it would make more sense to be the objector… Wait a minute! 

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

Peridot would have worked so much better! Think about it. Peridot went through multiple episodes where she had to get use to the Earth. She had to get over Homeworld bigotry, she had to learn to value the life on Earth, and she had to be disillusioned to the Diamonds. Her transition to loving the Earth was so much harder than Lapis’ and we actually got to see it. I could see Peridot saying Lapis’ dialogue in this episode and it working a lot better. Unfortunately, they decided they had “better” uses for Peridot. 

4. What Are You Doing to Peridot!?

Originally posted by sapphirerose818

This episode is really frustrating because it features two of my favorite characters of the show at their absolute worst. The first one they featured at their worst was Peridot. She got a lobotomy before this episode happened. In the episode she is completely happy go lucky and doesn’t question anything. There’s even a scene where Peridot is hanging of the back of Navy’s ship and she’s all like “Wow Navy is showing us the ocean!”. What happened to that wonderful three dimensional character we got in Season 2? The fucking barn happened! That fucking barn. 

5. What Are You Doing to Garnet!? 

Originally posted by gemster

Like Peridot, Garnet was also one of my favorite characters that the show has slowly ruined. They didn’t even have to use a barn to ruin her. Back in my Mellow Frames for Mindful Education I made fun of how Garnet is only used as a fusion wise guide. The show pretty much took that as “you think Garnet only talking about fusion is bad, we can make her worse”. The Garnet since Mindful Education comes off as a huge idiot, especially in this episode. Why didn’t Garnet go with Steven to redeem Navy? This could’ve been a good opportunity for Garnet to get some good screen time, or even have her unfuse and have Ruby help her fellow Ruby. The ending implied that Garnet used her Future Vision and saw a possible future where Navy joins the gems and a future where she betrays them. If that’s the case then Garnet not going with Steven is even dumber. Why couldn’t she have gone to make sure they don’t do anything stupid like what they ended up doing in the episode? Her reaction to what happened also makes it look like she too had a lobotomy before the episode begun. Her reaction to Navy stealing the ship is pretty much “oh well, at least we tried”. Um Garnet, this is actually a pretty big deal! A homeworld gem stole your only ship and is no doubt going to tell the Diamonds what happened leading to another homeworld invasion! This is pretty dam serious Garnet! God! What this show did to Garnet is so disheartening and this episode made it worse. They even fucking shrunk her. 

Now that is the five reasons why Room for Ruby is a terribly written. Now I honestly don’t think it’s a terrible episode since I thought it was entertaining, had a good story in theory (just poorly executed), and Navy’s betrayal was awesome. I would say it’s passable. Now my next review is going to be of a Lauren Zuke episode that a lot of fans hate, Rocknaldo. I’m going to be a little controversial and tell you why that episode is actually good. 

anonymous asked:

prompts: andreil with hurt or sick neil

Sorry for how long this took, hope it’s ok!

Andrew had been sitting at the terminal waiting for his twice delayed flight for the past five hours. To say he was irritated would be putting it mildly. 

Five hours of constant, simmering anxiety was pushing the bounds of what Andrew was going to allow. If the plane didn’t leave in the next half hour, the Florida captain and his offer could go fuck themselves. It wasn’t worth this.

The idiotic part of his brain was wishing Neil was here. 

Neil had a way of grounding Andrew when they had to fly, giving him something to hold on to, to distract from the animal part of his brain that dissolved into panic and fear. 

Bee would tell him it was good to form small dependencies, to live in a reciprocal relationship of trust and care, to allow another person to be a source of comfort. She would say that Andrew had given Neil protection against those who sought to do them harm, that he gave Neil the comfort and security of their house in Colombia. She would say that he should let Neil give him comfort and security when they had to catch a stupid plane.

The part of Andrew that had offered Neil those keys all those years ago, who’d made him promises he would die keeping, wanted to believe that he deserved to allow someone to give him that security and comfort. That it was ok to want that from Neil.

He thought he almost believed it.

Regardless, Neil wasn’t here.

Neil was still in his last year at Palmetto, and they were two weeks out of the start of the season. He couldn’t afford to come with Andrew to Florida for the weekend while he heard their team’s offer. 

Andrew had wanted to stay closer to Palmetto. The teams there wouldn’t offer nearly as much as the Florida team had, and they certainly weren’t of the same professional calibre, but Andrew didn’t give a fuck about any of that. He wanted to stay close to Palmetto because Neil had a tendency to find trouble, and someone had to watch his dumb ass. That person was supposed to be Andrew.

“You have to go, Andrew. Florida is one of the best teams in the league,” Neil had said to him, when he’d first received the letter.

“I pity you if you think I give a single shit about that.”

Neil looked like he wanted to roll his eyes, but wisely didn’t. “I’ll be fine,” he said instead.

Andrew narrowly avoided scowling. “One day I’m going to tattoo that onto your face so I don’t have to hear those words come out of your stupid mouth again.”

Neil had smirked. “Go to Florida, Andrew. This is the best chance we’ve got.”

He didn’t say it was the best chance for them to be in the same team next year. Florida was one of the top teams in the league, and the salaries they offered reflected that. They would be good enough for Ichirou, and though Neil was avoiding thinking about that at all costs, that was something he was going to have to consider when the pro offers came rolling in. 

Florida was close that Andrew could visit occasionally, and good enough that Neil could follow him there. Those were the important things.

So, the airport was where Andrew now found himself.

When the boarding call for his flight finally came over the speakers, Andrew buried the instinctual urge to run deep down. 

He was spending far too much time with Neil.

He joined the end of the queue of passengers waiting for the air hostess to scan their tickets. It wasn’t a busy flight, for which Andrew was quietly relieved. He scanned the faces of the people in the crowd, but saw no threat among them. Just a sea of boring no-bodies as irritated with the delay as he was.

He was nearly at the front of the queue when his phone starting ringing in his pocket. He was tempted to ignore it, but he recognised Neil’s ringtone. He stepped out of the line, ignoring the frown of the air hostess who clearly had no intention of waiting for him, and answered it.

“What?”

“Andrew?”

Andrew froze. That wasn’t Neil’s voice.

“What the fuck is wrong, Kevin?”

“It’s Neil,” Kevin said. “Andrew, he’s in the hospital.”

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EVAK FANFICTION RECS / PART 11

Hi loves! So 2 weeks passed and I’m back with another part of my long-ass Evak fanfiction recs series, hooray! I never know what else to write here, so I’ll just shut up for now. All the fics can be found under the cut. Happy reading!

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
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Why all the redheads in Jon’s life?

Now, the first two pictures we have Jon, who himself is staring ahead, looking at Sansa. His eyes were on Catelyn, now they’re on Sansa, because she’s asking Sansa where Arya is.

The third picture is Jon staring up at Cat as she glowers down at him. (I couldn’t find that picture of her.)

Now, moving on to my point.

Jon grew up in Winterfell, under the glowering gaze of Catelyn Stark. He always wanted her love, her affection. He hated that she looked down on him, because he was a bastard.

In the books, Jon detests ladies, women who wait for prince charming to rescue them. However, with Ygritte, he fell in love with her because of her soft side, but also because she was fierce. He liked her song singing, and her stories.

Sound familiar.

Jumping ahead, we’re talking about show only here.

When we get to castle black with Jon and Sam, discussing sex, Jon brings up a whore named Ros, that he almost had sex with. But, he didn’t, because he didn’t want to put a bastard in her belly. Sam asked what color hair she had. Jon said, “Red.”

Next, Yrgritte, of course. Jon’s wildling love. Red, fiery hair. What’s to say? He loved her spirit, but also, in the books, their relationship is different. He doesn’t like her at first, but, she worms her way into his heart. He is drawn to both her fierce personality, but also her soft side. The balance.

Next, Mel. She tried to seduce Jon in season 5. He turned her down because the memory of Ygritte was still potent, and fresh. So, he turned her away.

Last, Sansa.

Now, when Sansa first meets Jon at the wall, us who ship Jon and Sansa saw the instant spark between them. When they were sitting by the fire after coming in, we saw Jon staring at her. He stared at her A LOT in season 6.


Backtracking: Jon leaves Winterfell to make something of himself in the Nights Watch. I think to make Cat proud. To be something other than…’bastard.’ The ‘bastard’ of Winterfell. 

Also, Sansa only called him ‘half’ brother. That also used to wound him. 

In the books he detests ladies. Why? Well, because they’re something Jon knows he’ll never have. A bastard like him wouldn’t get a ‘lady’ from a great house. That wounds his pride. His ‘bastard’ status causes a rift between him and Sansa, and him and Cat. Sansa knows her mothers disdain for Jon, and copies it, thinking its the way she SHOULD view him.

Why redheads then? 

It’s because they remind him of the two women he couldn’t get to notice him. Cat only harbored feelings of contempt for Jon. Sansa ignored him. 

They are both ladies. 

Two people Jon knows he’ll never be ‘allowed’ to have.

In the first photo, Jon is staring at Sansa. Looking on as Cat asks her about Arya. 

Sansa is never around Jon. The first scene of her and Jon is in season 6. 


Jon is attracted to redheads, intimately, and sexually. Could the bastard of Winterfell have harbored ‘other’ feelings for his sister Sansa?

I don’t think so. 

Jon wanted respect and love from Cat. He also wants love and respect from Sansa. He already has respect, how about love? What love are you seeking, Jon Snow?

In season 6 we got a lot of staring at Sansa from Jon. I think it was a mix of figuring her out, and awe of how much she had changed. She had gone from lady Sansa, her nose stuck up at everybody… to, being hardened, fiery, passionate, steel. 

Jon I think, realizes what he wanted before. The love and respect of Sansa and Cat. Two ladies. Now, Sansa is back in his life, acting a lot like a duller version of Ygritte. A woman who fights with words, instead of a bow. 

Season 7: And he is looking at Sansa like this ^ almost wearily. 

Now, we saw this in Season 6 as well. Sansa grabbed Jon’s hand to get his attention, to get him to look at her, and listen. 

Season 7, when Sansa grabs Jon by his arm, and spins him to face her. He looks at her with an odd expression. Then, he looks down at her hand still on his arm. She’s also close, talking to him in an almost intimate fashion. 

He seems weary…almost like he wants to back away from her hold. 

Odd.

Then, the crypts with LF. Jon seems on edge the entire time. He does not like Baelish. Not only for what Sansa told him about LF selling her to the Boltons. But, I think it’s something else as well. Something..I overlooked. I think Jon notices the way this man stares at his sister. LF doesn’t exactly do his best to hide it.

He hates Baelish, the look he gives him, is that of pure disdain. Could this all come from Sansa telling Jon about LF selling her to the Boltons? Well, good question. If it effected Jon THIS greatly, wouldn’t he have confronted Baelish about it at some point?

Baelish told him they had never spoken. 

Why?

I think it’s a mix of him selling Sansa, and Jon KNOWING what Baelish wants. 

He wants Sansa.

Baelish tells Jon he wants Sansa. That he loved her, as he loved Catelyn. That entails he wants to fuck her as well. He loves her as a man loves a woman. Needless to say, this enrages Jon. When he says he loves Sansa, we see the click of Jon’s head, as if he is really trying hard not to snap at Baelish. 

Too

Late


Now, coming to the end here. I think Jon might harbor some sort of ‘unbrotherly’ feelings towards Sansa. This reaction ^ was very over the top. Especially for Jon Snow. It takes a lot for him to snap. 

So, why redheads?

They symbolize everything he can’t have. Two ladies that ignored him. One is dead. The other, back in his life. Fierce. Forgiving. By his side. Protective of him. And he…well, he seems odd around her now, since Season 6. He’s a lot more aloof, closed off, doesn’t look at her for too long. Looks like he wants to cringe when she touches him. 

Let’s not forget this..

The lip look. I think this is where it clicked for Jon. The woman (one of them) that he wanted to show he was important to…is acknowledging his importance. Standing by his side. A lady. A fierce lady now. 

What I’m saying here…is that Jon always wanted to be Lord of Winterfell, he wants a wife as fierce, and loyal as Cat. Sansa. When he finds out his Targaryen lineage, he can have Sansa. Cause I also feel like she is starting to see Jon for who he is…

Brave, gentle, and strong.

We saw her hearteyes when she told him that he is good at ruling. We also saw her almost cry while seeing him off. Which Baelish noticed.

In conclusion:

Jon has always wanted to be a Stark, hes always wanted a strong, fierce, loyal woman. Someone like Cat. All his women stem from Cat. From wanting her respect and affection. 

Who could he marry?

Sansa. 

Sansa- the woman who is his weakness. He said as much when he reacted to LF’s words. Sansa, a woman who tests him, gets under his skin, treats him as her equal, as he treats her. Sansa, who shares his values, especially in the books. They dream of children in Winterfell, of having kids that have the names of their lost siblings.

And…that is it.

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From Costumes to Sigils -  A meta about Jon’s future.

So I’ve been wondering about how Jon’s appearance will change once he finds out about his true heritage in the show, and that led me to tinfoil a lot.

Jon’s clothing concept is connected to his status as a bastard, so all his outfits resemble the Stark’s clothing in reversed colors, just like the bastards reverse the colors of their families sigils in the books. It’s a very nice concept to be honest, but the most important thing about Jon’s appearance is his hair.  
Since season 1, Jon’s hair is his trademark. As the seasons go, his hair grows until his resurrection when he changed his hairstyle for good.
So most likely his hair will have a change after he finds out about his true parents. Jon used to wear his hair loose at the first 5 seasons, and now he’s wearing a half up half down. So my prediction would be a full ponytail or a hairstyle more similar to Rhaegar’s after he finds out who his father was, because the show will not give him a hairstyle he already used before.
Targaryen men in the show have the same hairstyle, and if we look at Rhaegar’s hair I’d dare to say the wig was meant to mimic Kit’s hair not Viserys’s.
I’d love to see a man bun but that’s just me I guess. I think at episode 7x5 we have a glimpse of how his future hairstyle will be. I kinda like it.

His colors will certainly change as well. When asked about why Daenerys never weared black and red before, Clapton said “somethings need to wait until the proper moment”. I think the same is for Jon. Even though he’s (was) King in the North and weared the Stark sigil he doesn’t wear grey, the official Stark color.  I’ve always wondered why until I read this interview. Because he still sees himself as a bastard he never dared to wear the Stark color before. Clapton was waiting for Jon to finds out about his heritage to finally give him grey clothings.
As for the Targaryen colors I don’t think we’re going to see red on his outfits at all. Red is a color connected to the Targaryen madness. The more villainess Daenerys goes, more red she will wear. That’s why Viserys used to wear way more red than Dany.
If Jon would choose a Targaryen color it would be black indeed. Black was always his color. Of all Starks he was the one who weared black the most since the beginning, even outside the Night’s Watch.
My guess is that Jon will wear only grey and black after he finds out who his parents were.

The biggest problem about his heritage is that Jon will most likely not truly relate to any of his parent’s Houses.
His whole dream of being a Stark was related to Ned, finding out he’s actually Lyanna’s son will be problematic for his identity. After all his life as a bastard, Jon will find difficult to embrace the Stark name since is now related to Lyanna whom he have never met. Of course if it’s going to be difficult to embrace the name of the family he was raised with, there’s no need to say it will be even more difficult, if not impossible at all, for him to embrace the Targaryen name either.
Jon will probably siding to the Starks, and that’s when the grey color will show up finally, but just like Aragorn had to embrace his identity as Isildur’s heir to protect Gondor, Jon will have to embrace his identity as Rhaegar’s son in order to protect the North (or maybe the Seven Kingdoms, who knows where  Daenerys is going, right?).
That’s where his own sigil comes in.

I do believe ASOIAF’s bittersweet ending will relate somehow to the end of all noble houses, or at least ending the huge influence these families possess. I think GRRM is trying to tell the end of monarchy and the transition period to democracy somehow. For that the old structure of power needs to be destroyed. That’s probably where Daenerys’s speech of “breaking the wheel” comes from. If we notice houses Tyrell, Baratheon, Bolton and Martell are already gone in the show, and houses  Arryn, Lannister, Targaryen, Tully and Greyjoy are very close to their ends as well with only one member alive or with few chances of having a future heir.
House Stark depends on Sansa’s child or Jon’s to continue but if we’re right and Jonsa is endgame (AND IT IS) their children will receive the name Jon decides to take it. And I don’t think he’s going to choose neither Stark or Targaryen. So House Stark is going to die as well. It would be a dagger in my heart but it would fit the bittersweet ending GRRM promised.
And no, a Targaryen restoration is not an option, I’m not even going to talk about it, because is not going to happen at all. Stop it.

The thing about Jon’s future name connects to the historical inspiration for the ASOIF: the Wars of the Roses.
I’m not going to talk a lot about it because we’ll know how the Lancaster’s relate to the Lannisters and how the Yorks relate to the Starks because we’ve seen it a thousand times.
But the thing is, I believe at the beginning of the series the Lancaster’s were represented by the Lannisters, but at the end of the series, the Targaryens will take their place as the representation of House Lancaster .
If we think about it, Henry Tudor had a claim to the throne from the Lancaster side, and he ended up married to Elizabeth of York, daughter of Edward IV, putting an end to the conflict.
Jon has a claim to the Iron Throne from the Targaryen side, and will ended up married to Sansa of House Stark, daughter of Eddard, putting an end to the conflict as well.
Just like Henry didn’t have the Lancaster or the York name but was sided with one of them (the Lancasters in this case) I think Jon will not adopt the Targaryen or the Stark name even though he’s sided with the Starks. It’s most likely he will create a “new house” for  himself and his children, and that’s how the Stark and Targaryen houses will die. If we look at the  Tudor’s rose, Henry fused the Lancaster and the York roses into a new one.
That’s exactly what I think Jon will do. To be comfortable to embrace his Targaryen side, Jon will probably embrace his Stark  heritage as well, and since he doesn’t truly connect to either of them he’ll create a new one that although resembles these families sigils is not quite them.  

The Dragon has only one head.

The Targaryen sigil comes from Aegon the Conqueror, and the three heads represents himself and his two sisters wives. Daenerys keeping this sigil makes a lot of sense, since she had three dragons as well. But just like many Targaryens created a personal sigil with only one dragon, I think Jon will do the same. A single red dragon is my bet. It would remind the people he is related to the Targaryens at same time it would send the message he’s different from Daenerys and her ancestors.

The White Wolf.

Jon’s speech to Theon at S7 was actually a speech for his future self. He doesn’t have to choose. He’s a Stark and a Targaryen. So when the time for a sigil comes he’ll keep the Stark sigil somehow as well. Jon’s direwolf is white with red eyes. That’s the sigil he’ll probably choose. It’s also ironic he was raised as a Stark bastard and the only sigil he could wear as a bastard was the Stark sigil in reversed colors (a white wolf in a grey field). Since in the show he was referred as “The White Wolf” during his coronation, it’s possible that Jon as KITN in the books choose a similar sigil for himself. That’s why I believe he’s going to keep it for his coat of arms.
If we look at Henry Tudor’s coat of arms it’s a white dog facing a red dragon. I think Jon’s new sigil will look similar: a red dragon with white eyes, and a white wolf with red eyes facing each other. It’s almost like a Yin/Yang between House Stark and House Targaryen. A fit choice for a sigil to end a war between these two houses.


Yep, I suck at editing LMAO

If we think about it, Joffrey used a  very similar coat of arms and that’s exactly why I think Jon will adopt this one.

The Joffrey Parallels.

Jon and Joffrey are characters that connect through Sansa. And it’s ironic to see how they are so opposite to each other that they almost look similar.

Joffrey was born a bastard but was raised as the future king. Jon was born as the future king but was raised as a bastard .

Joffrey and Sansa had a intimate relationship at the beginning but it became distant at the end. Jon and Sansa had a distant relationship at the beginning but it grew more intimate with time.

Joffrey grew up believing his father was his uncle. Jon grew up believing his uncle was his father.

Joffrey was meant to marry Sansa but the arrangement was unmade. Jon and Sansa were never meant to marry but will certainly marry.

Joffrey was supposed to have black hair but was born blonde as his father. Jon was supposed to have blonde silver hair but was born with black hair like his mother.

There’s a lot of those minors parallels between them. Jon is just the opposite of Joffrey at everything.
So it’s ironic but not surprisingly such different characters ended up with similar sigils.
Jon is the first character at ASOIAF to notice Joffrey was wearing his mother’s sigil as well.

“The Lannister’s are proud” Jon observed. “You’d think the royal sigil would be sufficient, but no. He makes his mother’s House equal in honor to the king’s.”

Arya I, A Game of Thrones

Maybe GRRM were foreshadowing Jon’s future sigil right there. That’s something he would do.
I guess all my questions and predictions will be answered or confirmed next season. I’m very excited to see it.

Tyler Seguin: Then There’s You

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FLuffY Seggy

word count: 1304

warnings: some sexual innuendo



All day you had been insanely busy at your office job. Finally, getting a chance to settle down at your lunch break you got to check your multiple snapchat notifications from Jamie Benn. The team was back to conditioning together before the start of the season and apparently the boys had been teasing Ty about you all morning. Your relationship had been going strong for about 6 months. In the beginning, before it was official, you had been weary about how serious he was about you. It wasn’t until Jamie began sending you snap videos of Tyler drunk and talking about you endlessly that you truly gave him a chance. Since then, the endless videos of teasing your boyfriend were a daily occurrence.

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@whosthatgal here you are, my friend. ;D

Technique 

“What are you doing?” Astrid asked as she walked into the room, tossing her axe easily onto the table as she made her way over to Hiccup’s desk.

He coughed and shuffled his different papers and parchments together, trying to hide his work. “Nothin’ much… uh, designing Inferno and-”

Astrid rolled her eyes and snatched the papers from his hands, ignoring his yelps and protests. She quickly shuffled through them, pausing when she came across some finely detailed sketches of Toothless and Stormfly.

“Oh, these are beautiful, Hiccup…” She murmured, reaching a hand out to push him back into his seat when he tried to make a move to steal the papers back. She flipped another paper, gasping at the sight of Stormfly in flight, wings spread and mouth slightly parted. There was even some color to this one, watered down blue splatted along with some yellows. It was absolutely gorgeous.

“You did these?” She said in awe, looking up at the boy’s face. Hiccup bit his lip and nodded hesitantly, reaching out again for the papers. “They’re wonderful, babe.”

“Heh, thanks.” He replied quietly, tilting his head to one side. “Th-they’re nothing… truly. Just… stuff I do when I’m- uh, thinking.”

“Thinking?”

He laughed awkwardly before getting to his feet, hand rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, “Er, yeah. You’re… sorta on my mind a lot and I figured drawing- Stormfly- was… a good way to…” He gestured wildly, mouth opening yet no words came out as he tried to find the words. 

She flipped another page, doing a double take at the sight of her own self, standing with her axe resting on her shoulder, a confident smile on her lips and eyebrows quirked. Astrid frowned playfully and looked up at the now-blushing Hiccup, the poor guy flustered beyond words.

“What’s this?”

“Er… what’s what?”

She dangled the picture in his face, smiling behind it in her attempts to not laugh, “This, you dork. You draw me too?”

He laughed again, blush spreading to the tips of his ears as he grabbed the paper, gathering the rest from her arms and scuttling over to a chest in which he deposited them. “A-ah… not… erm… normally no- not that- gods I’m making this way harder…” He facepalmed and fell silent, before peeping out between his fingers. “Yes, Astrid, I draw you.” he shifted awkwardly, “a lot…” He added in a mumble

She laughed and stepped forward, giving him a side hug and ruffling his already messy hair. “I think it’s sweet.” She reassured him, hoping to ease his embarrassment. He smiled and tilted his head- almost dragon-like- before pecking his lips against hers.

“You… um, you want to draw with me?” He invited, gesturing towards his desk of scattered papers.

She laughed and shook her head, crossing her arms firmly. “You know very well I can’t draw.” 

Hiccup snorted and grabbed her hand, pulling her to his desk before giving her a little push onto the stool. She grunted, but couldn’t help the grin that spread across her lips. 

“Here.” he tossed her a pencil, turning to pull up another chair from the table. He sat down across beside her, shifting the papers about until he found some blanks. 

“I can’t even do a circle.” She laughed quietly, demonstrating what she meant. Hiccup chuckled lowly, his arms circling her from behind as he rested his hand over hers, directing the pencil slowly over the parchment.

“Here- to do a circle, hold the pencil straight down… yeah, like that. Now touching you hand to the paper and use that as the center of your circle. Now turn the paper… like so…” He slowly spun the paper around, until a complete and perfect circle remained. She blinked in awe, having never known there to be such a trick for drawing.

“Wow…” She murmured, trying the same technique on a slightly smaller oval. “That’s so cool…” She repeated the movement, until her entire page was covered in millions of multi-sized circles.

Hiccup laughed and picked up his own pencil again, sliding back into his chair. He quickly drew a circle, then began filling it in around the edges on one side, his pressure getting lighter until you could hardly see the pencil marks at all. “That’s line shading, no blending or anything, just letting your pencil lift higher and higher off the page so it blends out on it’s own, leaving a sketchy look.”

Astrid watched him closely, nodding once she thought she had a good hang of the concept. She turned and did the same thing to one of her own circles, and while it wasn’t nearly as good or clean slated as Hiccup’s, it was definitely an improvement from her own shading skills.

“Where did you learn all of this?” She asked in bewilderment and awe. She’d never seen such ways of art… although she wasn’t exactly one that got into that type of stuff. She’d always supposed you needed raw raw talent in order to complete anything. That didn’t seem to be the case- or with a circle at least.

“I picked it up- mostly on my own. You try new things the more you do it.” Hiccup twerked an eyebrow, giving her a half smile. “You want to learn how to draw Stormfly?”

She nodded eagerly, allowing him to take up his position again from behind, his warm arms trapping her in a hug as his chin rested on top of her head. She laughed quietly, jabbing his rib with her elbow in teasing. 

He grunted, but she could feel his jaw move in a smile on atop her head. His hands moved hers, and before long he was showing her the general shapes of her lovely blue dragon. A large circle for the head, another two circles for the body and legs. Join the head to the body, create the talents using sharp strokes…

She payed as deep attention as possible, yet it was difficult with Hiccup’s chest pressed against her back. She was constantly flipping her eyes back away from his hand to the drawing before her, concentration wavering. 

The drawing was sketchy, but somehow perfect. She had no doubt her’s would look nowhere near as… accurate, but she was determined to give it a try. So once Hiccup stepped away for the second time, she plucked up a new piece of paper and got to work.

“Too big-” Hiccup interupted when she began to lightly sketch Stormfly’s head. “Just a bit… smaller… there, that should work.”

She nodded and bit her lip, continuing the sketches outline while taking a few glances towards Hiccup’s for reference. 

She let her hand slip down the legs, trying to get the muscle tones right but failing utterly. After five minutes of continued frustration, she tossed her pencil at the wall and glared at the paper, picking it up and crumpling it into her fist.

“Astrid-!” Hiccup exclaimed, eyes following the paper ball as it flew across the room. “What was that? It was looking great-!”

“Don’t lie.” She herumphed. “The legs were too thin and weren’t placed right.” She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed as she tried to figure out a solution for this dilemma. “Drawing’s hard.” She muttered darrkly.

“It takes practice…” Hiccup reminded her gently, twisting in his chair to face her. His green eyes were bright with amusement, and his lips twitched, hinting a hidden smile. She sighed and looked down, her own smile creeping back.

“How about we do something else?” 

She looked back at him, “No, Hiccup, I think I’ve had enough with that pencil for today.”

“Nah… come on.” he poked a finger at her side, teasingly. “We’ll find something easier to you. How about an axe?”

She huffed, “Very funny.”

“Blood?”

“Not helping, Hiccup.” She snorted on her laughter, not being able to contain her mirth. “How about you draw the dragon, and I’ll try and color it.”

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anonymous asked:

soooo happy that FMM claire has a bun in the oven!!! would love to see a classic pregnancybrain moment that she gets to share with jamie. mine hit me worst at 5 or 6 weeks in!

Flood my Mornings: Eggs

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment:  The First Step (Misunderstanding over Claire’s application+ baby news)

“God—DAMMNIT!”

Jamie came awake and jumped out of bed in one single second, stumbling toward the sound of her voice in the kitchen. Stumbling; not running.  He knew from her tone that there was no danger to hand: a ‘goddamnit’ of frustration only. Nonetheless, it was the middle of the night, and Claire—unpredictable and mad as she was, on the whole—didn’t usually take to screaming at random

She was standing over the stove, her hands in fists at her sides and her robe slipping off her shaking shoulders.

“Claire, love?” He put a hand on the small of her back. “Have ye burned yourself?” 

“NO, the—blasted stove is broken—" She was agitated and angry and looked as though she were going to lay a kick to the offending appliance. “I just wanted to scramble eggs but they’re not—not—cooking!

“No? What’s wrong, d'ye think?” he asked, glancing at the pan, which sure enough, held only wet, raw eggs.

“The damned—stove is broken—” she repeated, teeth gritted in frustration as she gestured wildly at the item in question. “I just don’t understand, it was working fine at dinner—but — ”

She gulped air. Then, she burst into tears. 

“Och, hey, shhhh it’s no matter, lass,” he said, half-laughing as he pulled her to him and hugged her tight. “Hey, now, it’s alright—we’ll get a repairman out, if we must—”

She sobbed into his shoulder. “I’ve been trying for ten minutes and I don’t—I don’t—I just wanted EGGS —

“Dinna fash, mo nighean donn,” He choked back a laugh and only rubbed her back, swaying her as though they were dancing cheek-to-cheek, like the song said. “Here, let me make ye something that doesna require heati ” He went mute, gobbled for a moment, then pursed his lips hard together, his wame now convulsing madly from the effort not to burst out laughing . 

“What?” she said sharply at his sudden silence. She pulled back enough to glare at him. “WHAT?” 

Without a word, but with his lips quivering, he released one hand from her waist, reached over….and turned on the Stovetop.

You willna laugh, James Fraser. 

BY HEAVEN, YE *WILL NOT* LAUGH ALOUD AT YOUR PREGNANT WIFE!

But thank GOD his pregnant wife cackled first. 

She dropped her forehead against his shoulder, wrapped her arms around his neck, and positively SHOOK with laughter, bringing him right along with her . They slumped against each other, hooting like the wee fools they were.

“Oh Jesus H. CHRIST, what is WRONG with me??” she moaned as she stepped away from him a few minutes later, wiping away tears and still giggling.

“Dinna fash yourself,” he said, turning the Stove off again. “It’s common early in a woman’s carrying, no? To feel a bit daft from time to time?”

“Well, yes, so they say, but—”

“Jen told me once that when she was newly wi’ child (I think it was wi’ Wee Jamie, come to think ) she lost her favorite book of French folktales and was near-distraught. Then the next planting season, she was turning the soil of the kailyard and up came Contes des Fées along with the rotted cabbage roots.”

“Oh, Jenny,” Claire hooted, leaning back against the counter. “Well, that does make me feel a bit less insane. It’s just so strange—I don’t remember anything of the sort with Faith or Brianna.” 

“No, indeed?”

“I should have thought that by my third pregnancy, I would have seen it all! Apparently not!”

He stepped into her arms and kissed her deeply. He didn’t want to voice the sad thoughts running through his mind. The still-raw grief from the loss of Faith. That at this phase of her last pregnancy, Claire had been close to starvation from months of war on the slow march toward Culloden. Much might have been missed, amid that bleak time; much had been missed, since. 

But those sorrows were of another life, and had no place in the foolish glee of this night. He said only, “No child of ours would make things easy for us, would they?”

“No indeed.” She rubbed her abdomen and made a stern face at it. “Just don’t make Mummy jump off a cliff or anything permanent, alright, little one?”  

Jamie grinned and added his hand, spanning them both. “Aye, young Fraser, be nice to your Mama, or you’ll have ME to answer to.”  They both sighed then, with twin, happy, humming sounds. 

Jamie did some quick calculation. “It’ll be August, aye?”

She smiled and nodded. “I think so—can’t say for sure precisely when we conceived, but yes, August approximately.” She suddenly groaned. “Oh, LORD, that means I’ll be carrying a 7-, 8-, and 9-month baby in SUMMER.” 

“Well, never you fear, Sassenach: I’ll be here with all the lemonade and cool cloths ye might desire.” 

“Well, that sounds much better than last time. God, this time next year, we’ll have him or her with us. Can you imagine?” She beamed. 

As did he, imagining. A new bairn. A wee brother or sister for Brianna. Getting to see Claire carry a child in peace and under the care of doctors. Getting to hold his child from the moment they would be born…. 

He kissed her temple. “Go sit yourself down, mo ghraidh, while I make ye some eggs.”

“Oh, no, I can do it!” She turned toward the Stovetop, catching up the Spatula. “Now that I know it’s just a matter of turning ON the bloody —”

He turned her firmly away and settled her into the chair. “I insist.” 

“You really don’t have to wait on me hand and foot, Jamie—I’m perfectly capable, and for all my teasing, I don’t expect royal treatment.” 

“Aye, I ken that. But it’s my joy to take care of ye, Sassenach. Always, but—particularly now that you’re carrying our child.” He took the Spatula from her hand in a manner that brokered no argument.

She sighed and then grinned up at him. “Well in that case, I’d feel much better cared for if you’d put cheese on the top.”

“Your wish is my command, your majesty.” He opened the Frigidaire, peering. “Sorry, I dinna think we have any.” 

“No, no, I know we do,” she said, furrowing her eyebrows and glancing confidently around the kitchen. “Just had it in my hand a few min—ohforfuck’ssake—

She walked with dignity to the counter, and oh-so-casually picked up the block of cheese.  

From the soap dish. 


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the idea of you; peter parker

summary: reader is overly-dramatic about being in love with peter parker and someone has to do something about it.

word count: 3,700 yo 

warnings: the overuse of the name peter parker, an unnecessarily long fic, terrible writing, some swearing, and the fact that i didn’t bother editing this.

a/n: inspired by the song idea of you by mxmtoon! i wrote half of this at midnight and the other half is just me trying to come up with a decent ending. the last part is so rushed i’m sorry. lmk if i need to fix anything or smth. i don’t even know how to write peter parker. this is the first thing i’ve written in a year.

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You stared at the back of Peter Parker’s head as you probably missed really important information about your next biology project. Being in love is so uncomfortable.

Or, at least you think it’s love. Maybe? It’s been a few weeks and you still don’t know.

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Sometimes revenge comes from being professional.

(warning: long story)

A couple of years ago, my husband and I moved to his hometown after spending time abroad and starting a business. We needed a job to make ends meet as we grew our business, so we both took a job as a server/bartender at a beautiful historic inn and restaurant in our town.

The bosses were an old couple. We realized pretty quickly that the woman of the couple wore the pants, and that she had no idea what she was doing. In addition to this, she was a real asshole. The place was horribly mismanaged, in a market where it was impossible NOT to make money. However, the hours were convenient since the restaurant was only open on a limited schedule, and we were the only servers who didn’t have terrible substance abuse issues, so we quickly became the de facto managers. We are both business minded people, and we started thinking that we could really run the place well if given the opportunity.

After being there about 6 months, we made the owners an offer to run the hotel and restaurant for a year for a small salary, but with the potential for a huge bonus at the end of the year, calculated as a hefty percentage of any increase in profit over the prior year.

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Hannibal S4, relative time & relations

It just occurred to me that by the time they (hopefully!) film season 4, Hugh and Mads will be maybe/probably/definitely 7 years older than they were in TWOTL.

Sure, the show could could ignore that and be like “a year later” but OMG they won’t, will they. It will be a massive, gorgeous, glorious time-skip of up to 7 years.

Think about this:
By the end of season 3 Will and Hannibal had spent together, what? Maybe half year, 10 months? And that is mostly before Will found out. Since Will found out they have mostly been apart, with only brief, intense and often violent moments of contact. And it has been lavish.

But now - think about it. We are currently living through the 5-7 years (I would say most likely 4, since they could use the earlier 3-year time-skip to split the difference) of Will and Hannibal possibly co-existing in continuum for the very first time. Whether it is a sustainable interaction, whether Will slams the door of their darling white fence once every few months to go fishing in the mountains and try to get Hannibal out of his system, or whether they are constantly in the run, they are most likely spending this time together.

Now, imagine the first scene of Season 4. Could be a cold open, a room with 3 men, and only two walking out. Or maybe a dinner table under the warm Cuban twilight. Or even better, a gorgeous Clarice walking up to a figure with their back turned to the camera.

In any scenario, we will be head-slammed into a new world, a fresh build, tera nova. In whichever case, we will be dealing with an entirely new Hannibal and Will who had years and years and years to marinade in each other’s brain juices. Who has come out on top? What is their dynamic like at the exact point in which Fuller has opted to open a door to their world once more? Do we eventually get to see flashbacks of all their firsts (please Lord, please)?

I cannot convey how mouth-watering I find the idea of re-discovering these two beloved characters in their entirety, bite-by-bite. Oh, in how many ways Bryan could use our assumed knowledge of their personality to flip the script and make us scream and cry and squeee!

Yes, the wait sounds long, but just think that right at this very moment, Will and Hannibal are somewhere in Cuba inside Bryan’s head, building each other up and tearing each other down in all sorts of way, getting ready and flavourful for the moment we meet them once more. Clarice is in for a hell of a ride <3

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Just literally any nurseydex fluff w ace Dex please and thanks 😙

I’m not sure if this has too many feelings for fluff, but I’m pretty happy with it. Hopefully you are, too
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When Dex opened the door to his and Nursey’s room, he stopped with one foot through the threshold. It was not how he left it that morning. It was… well, it was clean. It wasn’t that their room was usually messy, but it was never clean unless Dex was the one who cleaned it.

That morning, before he left for his first class, there had been a pile of sweaters and cardigans on Nursey’s bed; he was looking for his favorite, which had somehow ended up at the bottom of the drawer (again). There were also snack wrappers littering the floor from their marathon the night before, and the growing collection of empty coffee mugs that never made it back down to the kitchen was threatening to tumble over the edge of Nursey’s desk.

All of that was gone now. On top of that, the bookshelf that was usually overflowing with Nursey’s frankly ridiculous collection of books had been straightened out and it looked like the beds had been made (not well, but they weren’t the usual nest, at least). Dex could even smell a weird mix of off brand Fabreze and Bitty’s “Sweet Home Georgia” candles.

He couldn’t see Nursey anywhere, but there was a familiar off-key humming in the bathroom. Nursey never cleaned the bathroom. Neither did Chowder. Dex was the only one who ever did (and frankly, he was okay with that because he knew that he was doing a thorough job of it).

He had no clue what was going on, but something had to be. He wanted to believe it was innocent, but that horrible, destructive part of his brain said that it was bad and wrong. It was an apology, that Nursey was breaking up with Dex, that he couldn’t deal with no sex, that he was cheating, that, that, that.

Except Dex knew better than to let himself get lost in intrusive thoughts. He trusted Nursey, and he trusted that Nursey would come to him if he had a problem. And, even if that wasn’t the case, they already had the Polyamory Talk, and Nursey knew that if he needed more than Dex could give him, sexually, then they could discuss Nursey going outside of the relationships for those needs. They were good. They were solid.

But he still had no clue why Nursey was cleaning, so he dropped his bookbag, leaned against his desk, and waited. He was impatient, but thankfully only had to wait through a song and a half before his boyfriend finished whatever he was doing in the bathroom.

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Hanbin x reader

Angst + Happy end. (I was going to write an angsty ending to this but I couldn’t bring myself to do it haha)

Warning: F-bombs, alcohol abuse.

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Standing in front of the brightly lit YG building, you take solace in the biting cold that came with the changing season. Unlike the fiery heat of summer that burn everything in its sight, the cold is comforting and peaceful…Almost healing. Smiling up at your only night time companion for the last month and some days, your spirit lifted to see the man in the moon’s silver glow so brilliantly fighting the pollution of man-made light that drowns out even the most spectacular stars. As good of a friend as he is, now and then the moon leave you in darkness, taking his soothing light with him. During those nights, you learned to make friend to fill the empty void. Trudging over toward the gate, you bow to the familiar wrinkled face of the night guard. He’s always chipper despite the late hours. His high spirit and humor lull your desperation for daily human contacts to sleep; real genuine contacts, not the bullshit passing by greeting you get from work. Sure you have friends but with the high strung life of a twenty something in a big city, a few hours couple time a week is the most any of you can put out. During those hours, the sorrows melt away and nothing exist but laughter. The moment you step away from the radiance of friendship, the shadow of loneliness steps out from its hiding place.

Maybe I should just move in with the girls…

 Shaking back to reality, your heart warms up a little at the still smiling uncle. You had actually gotten quite close to the him from all your trips to your boyfriend’s work. 

- “Back again so soon? What’d you bring him today?”

- “Just some soup and sides. It’s getting cold so i thought soup will warm him up. I brought you some snack, that should help you pass the time” Smiling as he let you through.

- “Always so thoughtful. Thank you.”

The main reason why you brave the late night so often is so your boyfriend wouldn’t starve himself to death in the recording studio. You know full well what getting into a relationship with an idol means. There’s no need to describe it to anyone. The moment your friends learn about the occupation of your other half, they just sigh a sympathetic wish of luck. It’s rough indeed but you never did care. You know the late hours and the constant absences from home were all for the sake of achieving his dream. Who are you to stop someone you love so much from doing so especially when you never completed yours. The best you can do is support and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself in the process. Without thinking too much, your feet take you down a habitual path to the overworked boy. Knocking to make sure it was okay to enter, you’re hoping his mood isn’t too dampen by the weather today. After a few moments, the door creaks open and a tired bare faced Hanbin greets you. Greets, if that’s even the term to describe the situation. Barely even smile at the sight of his own girlfriend, the exhausted boy whispers a simple “hey” before turning back his work station.

I guess he’s in a bad mood today.

Bad mood or not, your aching soul yearns and screams for him so loudly that just seeing his face is enough to subdue its agony. Another reason why it doesn’t matter how treacherous the trip is, the end destination is always worth it. Taking the hint, this was no time to be a clingy girlfriend no matter how much your heart ache for just 1% of his attention. Quietly walking in, you set the food down on the coffee table nearby and find yourself slumping onto the couch. The sight of his hunched back, hand on his forehead rubbing it frustratingly crushes your heart. It’s always tough seeing him working so hard without resting. He’s always so rough on himself when the drying ink refuses portrays the vivid scenes in his mind correctly. God, what you’d give to have a glimpse into that wonderful mind. Despite the turmoil inside his brain, you can’t help but be mesmerize by the burning intensity yet tranquil scene of him hard at work. His face still graceful under the furrowed, vexed brows. Pillowy full lips mouthing out fleeting silent words that either get written down with a nod of approval or dissipate into thin air with a shake of rejection. While the dominant hand busily jotting down notes, the left hand travels all around, sometimes quietly tapping the desk, sometimes propping his weary head up. Your eyes trace every muscle, every vein, down to the two rings on the vena amoris finger. Two rings, one for you and one for the boys. You close your eyes and let your hand remember the feeling of his large hand interlacing yours so tightly every time you guys walk together. After another 5 minutes of waiting, your worn out mind decides it was time to leave. Obviously you’re not getting any time with him today. Shuffle over to the row of machines, you place your hands on his shoulders, massaging them softly hoping to ease some of his stress. You’re glad to see his shoulders relax, head leans back onto the chair letting you know it was okay to continue. This was the first time you touch him in almost a week. You hands drown themselves in the smooth milky skin of his slender neck, the strong shoulders and sharp collar bones. After a few minutes, you timidly say your goodbye.

- “I’m kinda tired tonight so i’m gonna head home. I didn’t take the car so it’ll take me awhile to get back too. Make sure you eat, I don’t want you to faint from overworking. I packed extra for the boys too so give it to them when you go home okay?”

Not even turning around, he breathes out something so low your ears barely register it.

- “Not my fault you love the cold so much you insisted on walking here…”

Solemnity fills the air and stark silence drowns out even the white noise. He spins his chair around to check out what was going on. A a cloud of awkwardness fills the air, so thick that you almost couldn’t breathe. Hadn’t fully intending for you to hear what he just said, he looks slightly fluster that you’re standing there looking like a deer in headlights. He tries to explain but you smile weakly and tell him not to worry.

- “I know i should’ve taken the car but i love the cold. Just make sure you eat… I’ll see you tomorrow night. Let me know what you want to eat.”

Not even bother to ask for a hug or a kiss goodbye, you quietly exit the room. Just before you reach the door, it suddenly swings open. A girl bordering her 20th year runs in exclaiming his name excitingly, ignoring your presence. She’s like a breath of fresh air pouring into the stuffy room and the atmosphere suddenly lights up. Hanbin had told you countless time about Soeun , the baby of YG entertainment. Even though she’s young, she’s beyond talented and beautiful. Favorite in everyone’s eyes, she pretty much could probably get away with murder. You’re not really a jealous or possessive girlfriend but what you witness next is heart wrenching. The charming, dimple inducing smile that you long for manifest itself on your boyfriend’s face the moment he sees the girl. Yet here you were, the girl he swore his life to couldn’t even get a genuine farewell from him. You excuse yourself from bothering the happy pair and soundlessly shutting the door behind you. Lately this has been the routine. Most of his time is spent in the studio. When he visit, it wasn’t the same anymore. It’s almost tedious, like a chore. His effortless laughter that used to chase yours around the apartment were gone. All the activities were done in silent, not the content kind but the deafening kind. The rare days he did sleep over, you’d jolted awake at 3AM to find an empty cold bed. Countless night you sit in a lonely bed staring at the moon, knees to your chest just imagining the warm unattainable sight of waking up to his raspy morning voice and crazy bedhead. You never did mind him not coming home when the relationship was in bloom. You didn’t because when he was home, there was endless cuddles. His arms never leave your body and his attention was all on you. You’d laugh and smile for absolutely no reason. When he has to leave for extended period of times or stay at dorm, your phone would be flooded with endless texts and picture updates. Sometimes you’d wake up to find cute little recording of him chatting about nonsense or just saying he misses you waiting in your phone. Even when he had to work late, you’d be working on the couch right beside him. As busy as work gets, just knowing that the other person was right there is enough. Lately, you two might as well be stranger. Your phone rarely ring with texts from him. If anything, it’s mostly the other boys updating you. It was getting harder and harder to accept this life you’ve chosen so confidently almost 2 years ago. The relationship feels like the fading shade of an unwanted rose, left to soften and waste away. If only there was something to quench its thirst… Going home seems kind of pointless at this point so you choose to wander around the city, keeping the darkening cold as your company.


After another hour of scribbling away on his note pad, the boy spins his chair around the empty room in frustration. Something in the corner catches his eyes, the neatly stacked boxes that his girlfriend had left for him. Saunters over to the small table, he picks up a sticky note with some cute doodle and a neatly written sentence telling him to eat well. Sinking himself onto the soft couch where she was a few hours ago, he begins to go through the stack. Each and every box packed with the food she knows he enjoys greatly. On the biggest box was another sticky note, he carefully peels it off to examine.

- “Babe, it’s getting really cold… I thought some soup would be fitting with the weather.  Are you taking care of yourself? Don’t forget your jacket, you’re so forgetful sometimes when you’re busy. Don’t worry about me, it’s a little cold here without you but as long as you’re well, I’m well. I miss you. Love you lots.”

 A small but heartfelt smile creeps onto his weary face. 

Maybe it’s time to go home.

Pressing on his phone, the digital clock highlighted 1:35 above a moment frozen in time of his girlfriend sitting by the river under the cherry blossom trees. She looks like a goddess laughing so carefree under the sun shinning brightly behind her, flushed pink petals dancing all around the air.  It was taken on their last picnic trip so many months ago. Thumb running over the part of the screen that show her face, he misses her so much a physical soreness pierces his chest. 

I need to take her out on a date soon… I can’t believe we haven’t gone anywhere in so long. I bet she’d like that. Hopefully there’s time for a short vacation closer to Christmas. That girl love Christmas way too much it’s a little worrisome.

A small chuckle passes his lips as he thinks of the little quirks and habits that make her so HER. Packing everything away, his feet couldn’t possibly move faster toward the direction of her apartment. They had agreed to use it as their makeshift love nest for the time being. The dorm is too crowded to have any time alone. When the boys aren’t teasing them, they take her attention away from him and he didn’t like that. He has so little time with her and no one can get in the way. 

- “Just you wait, baby. Some day I’ll have a big house and I’ll ask you to move in with me. We’ll go grocery shopping together, we’ll pick out furnitures together, we can cook together. Well you cook and I’ll supervise the taste. We can get a dog, or maybe 3, maybe cats too…”

- “And a bunny, I like bunny.” 

- “You want me to ask Jiwon to move in with us?”

- “NOOOO, not him bunny… an actual small fluffy cottontail bunny. Jiwon is like a weird, jacked up, too hyper, crazy bunny that eat too much. I don’t know if I can stand him 24/7. we’d both go bankrupt trying to feed him.″

- “Oh okay, we can get a bunny. Phew, for a moment there I thought I couldn’t keep you satisfy so we need to bring Jiwon in.”

- “Yah! you dirty bastard. Where’s your mind going huh? I know you have a side thing with the crazy bunny when I’m not around but do I really need to hear about it?”

Her sweet laughter fills his brain as he replays the memory of the night he knew she’d be someone he can spend his life with. The night she crawled into his lap and told him she decided to move out from the old place she was sharing with her best friend. All for the sake of giving him some privacy when he needs her for his own. The air is so crisp and the night so clear. His happiness from knowing when he reaches his destination, she’ll be there waiting with an open arms illuminate the dark sidewalk. He couldn’t wait to get home and pulls her into his arms. Then he can enjoy the food she slaved for hours to make him while listening to her talk just as they used to do. He knows she’s tired from work too but his health is always top priority for her. She always make sure he’s in top shape and he loves her for it. Carefully entering the apartment, he notices the dark void from the crack under her bedroom’s door. His plan changes to just jumping straight into bed and soaks in her warmth. Food can wait till tomorrow, snuggling up to her seems like a better idea. However, what he found is unsettling in the worst way. A neatly made bed gleams under the moon light and a complete lacks of his love.

Where could she be at this hour… She left so long ago. What if something happened? Damn it, I shouldn’t have let her leave like that. She said she was tired and I just let her walk out like that. Why didn’t I just ask for a car to take her home. Shit. 

Trepidation increases by the second, he furiously taps at his phone in hope of reaching her only to find the familiar ringtone in the next room. Sitting in one place isn’t his style so out the door he went. Not even sure where he’s running to, he just runs. He just needs to see her face. He needs to know she’s okay. His mind screams for her hoping she’d somehow senses that he needs her, wherever she is. His brain conjuring up the worst possible images in his head as distress conceals his every steps. Ignoring the crushing pain in his chest from running so hard, he just runs. After a few blocks, a sight that was like an arrow through his heart comes into view. Police cars and ambulances surrounding a scene of an accident. Muttering “no” repeatedly to himself, he runs as fast as his spent legs could carry him. His mind races 100 miles a second, reasoning to himself that it can’t be her laying there in the middle of the wreckage. Ignoring the instruction of the polices, all he could think of was pushing pass the barricade to see the victims. After a few minute of futile fighting and yelling, a hand grabs him from behind. Shoving it away, he was prepared to fight whoever it was that stopped him from getting his answers. His tantrum only ceases to exist when a warm smile reaches his eyes. It was the owner of the restaurant they used to go on date nights almost every week. It was only then he realizes where he is.

- “Ahjussi, I can’t find her. I’m going crazy here, what if that’s her. I came home and she wasn’t home and i went to find her but i can’t. she doesn’t even have her phone on her….”

He frantically waves his arms around and finally let all his worries manifest. Hands shoving through his hair harshly, panic engulfs his whole being as he paces back and forth.

- “ Hanbin, calm down. That’s not her. Hey! look at me. Listen, that’s not her. She went home, I saw her walked home before the accident happened. Go home and check. She said she was going home.”

The boy’s mind finally eases as he thanks the old man before running off into the neon lit street once again. Rushing into the apartment, he desperately searches for any sign that she made it home. 

Wait, that jacket wasn’t there before, was it? Was that what she was wearing? Damn it Hanbin, you can’t even remember what she wore? How fucked up can you be. She spent her time and energy to see you and you can’t even remember what she wore. 

All of his work seems so insignificant now as compare to a few hours ago when she was waiting so patiently for him in the studio. Why didn’t he just pay a little more attention to her when she was there. He’s so mad at himself that he didn’t think about the glass clinking in the kitchen. Hasten into the kitchen, his lungs finally functioning again seeing his heart and soul leaning onto the kitchen counter with a glass in her hand.

Wait, why is she drinking?


After a long walk, your aching body longs for the warmth of home. The cold isn’t so comforting when it matches the tone of your own heart. The clarity of the cold air seems to does wonder as decision were made… Good or bad, only time can tells. Walking by the restaurant that once were yours and his second home, you sigh in sadness. Just then the owner stumbles out of the door. Haven’t seen him in so long, you call out to the old man to wish him goodnight. 

- “I haven’t seen you and Hanbin in so long… We miss you guys.”

- “He’s been really busy with work so we haven’t had much time lately.”

- “Well, come by soon okay? I’ll give you guys discount.”

- “I will, once he finishes with the album. I’ll buy all of the food you can make.”

You wave goodbye and head home. Once there, all the tiredness seems to dissipates and desolation in its place. You carelessly throw your jacket onto the floor knowing he’s not coming home anytime soon. You strip down into just your undergarments. Away from the constricting clothes that was slightly dampen from the powdery rain, strewing them messily along your path . What’s the point of cleaning up anyways, nobody will see. Everything in this home reminds you of what thing could be… No, what things should be.

I need a drink…

Could be, should be, whatever. It’s too much for your feeble heart right now. Dragging yourself to the kitchen, you hope alcohol would bring you the sleep you desire, or at least makes home less suffocating. You’re distracted but not so much that you didn’t notice the untouched packed meal you left at the studio had somehow made it home.

Who fucking care anyways…

 As you down shots after shots, you were feeling much better mentally. Physically, not so much as you lean onto the counter to support your weight. The view of a handsome panting boy tottering into the kitchen snaps you out of your trance. At the sight of your almost naked body, he stop dead in his track and just stare blankly. You put your shirts on then call out to him. 

- “What the hell are you doing here?”

Not even acknowledging your question, he just sigh loudly and overwhelms your body with a big hug. Ignoring his touch, you pour yourself another shot before his hands force you to stop. Turning you around to face him, his concerning expression worries you a little but all your senses are too numb to care. 

- “I got worried when i got home and you weren’t here. Then there was the accident down the street. For a moment i thought i lost you. Thank god you’re here. I don’t know what I’d do if i lose you.” hand stroking your cheek tenderly, a burning kiss sears your forehead.

- “It seems like you’re doing fine without me.” 

You scoff coldly before pushing him off. Bottle in hand, you make your way toward the living room and drop onto the couch. You barely got another swig in before he forcefully rips the bottle from your hand.

- “What the fuck are you doing?”

- “What do you mean i’m doing fine without you? and since when did you binge drinking like this?”

- “If you pay a lil more attention maybe you’d know when. Give me the bottle.” 

You slur at him before trying to get your poison back. Pushing you back onto the couch, he walks back into the kitchen and empty the bottle. Back in the living room, he takes a seat next to you but you scoot away to the opposite end of the couch but he’s faster. He pulls you into another tight hug placing quick kisses on your hair and cheek. 

- “Look, I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately but please talk to me before killing yourself with alcohol.”

- “haven’t been the best boyfriend?” a mirthless chuckle slips out of your throat  “You must be joking. Hanbin, you haven’t been my boyfriend at all lately. I don’t think you have the right to barge in here and demanding a talk.”

- “I know I…”

- “I think we should break up. I’m moving back in with the girls.” 

Feeling brave from the drinks, you cut him off before he could say anything else. It catches him completely off guard as he stammers in confusion about what he just heard. His arms fall away from your body and you take the chance to put some distance in between.

- “Just so you know, i’m not doing this because of your crazy work hours or your job. Your job and your passion isn’t what’s wrong with this relationship. Those qualities were partly why i fell in love with you in the first place. So don’t be going around telling people i dumped you because we grew apart from your busy schedule or whatever bullshit excuse you celebrities use when tabloids digs for answer. It’s the fact that you don’t give a shit.” Your mind starts spinning slightly. Shaking your head to regain focus, you continue.

- “I was perfectly happy with just seeing you at the studio or communicate through the phone. I really was and you know what, just knowing you thought about me every waking seconds was enough to keep my heart lit. Everything was bearable because I have you. Lately, you’ve been such an asshole that I can’t deal with it anymore.”

- “Baby, please. Don’t do this. I know I’m wrong…” misery spills out from his frowning lips.

- “Do you tho? do you really? do you? Cause i don’t think you do.” anguish pulls you into its cold embrace.

He just sits and stares at the unraveling drunken mess that you are, waiting for another outburst.

- “ You don’t so I’ll tell you. We don’t talk anymore. We don’t even touch anymore for God’s sake. You’re like this ice cold king that my peasant self can’t reach. The moment a rough patch hit, you retreat and run away. No matter how much i chase, i can never catch up. Why should I bother chasing you anymore if you don’t want to be caught. Why do I even waste time cooking for someone that doesn’t even care to eat. Why’d you bring it home for, just throw the food away. it’s not like my time worth anything to you anyways. I care for you but all my effort just get rejected. You know how much that hurt? You wanna know what done me in tonight? My boyfriend, the love of my life, the light of my day couldn’t even spare me a smirk. Then some girl burst in like an annoying, icky ball of sunshine and he smiles like he just won the lottery. Every night i come to drop you food, you act like i’m forcing you into doing chores. the reason why I still come even though you barely even notice me is because at least I feel like I’m still doing you some good… Making sure you’re healthy, the least I could do.” You let out a bitter laugh. “It’s funny really, I guess i’m like a depressing blackhole that suck all your happiness away like a dementor. Oh and what was that reaction just now huh? Is my body that disgusting to you that you lost all your thought? Is that why you stop fucking me? Don’t even try to play it off as you were aroused because i know those eyes. Those are not the I’m-attracted-to-you eyes. Well I’m sorry i don’t have a whole team of stylists looking after every details of my body like someone else. You know, if I bored you so much that you’d come home to sleep for 2 hours before heading back to the studio again then I apologize. Really, I am sorry. I guess i don’t have that wow factor, that.. that spunk that the new girl got to keep you hanging around. But who careee… You’re free to go fuck whoever you want now. Just don’t let the door hit you on your way out yea?”

You’re not even sure what you’re talking about anymore. The slumber was getting stronger and your impaired brain isn’t making much sense. The image of him in front of you now looks more like a Picasso painting than a person. Everything is so blurry. You can feel all your senses dimming out as the darkness closing in. Hanbin didn’t say much, he just sits. It wasn’t long before you hit the couch and snore the sleepiness away. 


Staring at his sleeping beauty on the couch, he couldn’t feel any less like  prince charming than he does now. The boy couldn’t fathom what pain she went through before ending up at this point. He blames himself for every bit of her anger, her sadness, and her pain. He vowed to take care of her the day she say yes to being his but now it was the opposite. She took care of him and he took her for granted. His tears doesn’t even compare to hers. She sheds her alone, without anyone to see. Moving closer to his girlfriend, her body seems so fragile, much more than usual. His eyes caresses her body from head to toes before racing back at the bare, void of the sun’s touch spot on her ring finger. She had taken the ring she loves so dearly off and he was too caught up in his own life to notice. A sharp pain penetrate his chest as he exhales slowly, murmuring a low “I’m so sorry, baby” to her. Petting her hair, he places a kiss onto her temple, then her lips in fear he may no longer be able to do so once she’s awake. Just then a sweet voice sounds out. This wasn’t the stern slurring he endured the last 10 minutes. This was something he failed once again to notice that had been absent from her for so long. Recently, her voice took on a somber note, almost desperate. All she wanted is a warm reply from him but he denies her the satisfaction.

- “Stop it! I have a boyfriend.” her hand moves to swat his face away.

Surprise at her reaction, he moves her long and soft hair out of her face for a closer look.  Fast asleep, serene graces her face. Her expression soft and innocent, unlike the hurt and tired face that greeted him not too long ago. 

She’s so beautiful. I really haven’t just look at her in so long…

Staring at his girlfriend is something he used to do so often. He likes to just watch her go about her business. She does everything with such an admirable ease. No effort was ever needed for her to be beautiful or confident. She just is. He settles another kiss onto her pink cheek. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he attempts to move her to the bed before she speaks out again.

- “Hey, i told you. I have a boyfriend. If you don’t listen I’m gonna have to call him.”

Even in her intoxicated state she’s protective of their relationship. A hot tear streams down his face. How could he lets this gone so far. What if she never going to forgive his mistakes. Ignoring her sleepy antic, he carries her away to the bed.

- “My boyfriend is really strong you know. He’ll beat you up.”

- “Is that so?”

The boy whispers back, not anticipating an answer. He just wants to feel the warmth of having a conversation even if she’s not going to answer.

- “Yea! he’s really hot too. but i don’t care about that. i didn’t fall in love with him because of his money or look. Even if he’s bald and old and wrinkly, i’ll still love him.”

Startle at her replies, he becomes aware that he has never seen her drunk. She’s always the one taking care of him when he’s drunk because he can’t hold his liquor even if his life depends on it. This talking habit is completely new to him. Torn between letting her rest or letting the conversation continues, he sets her down on the bed and pull a blanket over her bare legs. She didn’t even bother putting on pants, just her shirt. Laying down next to her, he decided to let her sleep but goes against his decision only mere seconds later. He misses talking to her too much. He misses her voice even more… he just misses her. They could talk for hours about absolutely nothing but lately, no words seems to be found.

- “Tell me more about your boyfriend.”

He tests the water, waiting patiently, hoping she’ll reply.

- “Yea, my B.I oppa is so cool. He’s really good at rapping and everybody loves him. Lots of girls like B.I but I like Hanbin oppa more. He’s funny and caring. Shhh, don’t let him know i like calling him oppa.”

- “Really? Okay, it’ll be our secret. Is he that cool though?” he chuckles at her cute words about him.

- “He’s a really awesome. I’d die before i let him go, I don’t think he even know how much i love him. Mr. bartender, you’re so nosy. Are you trying to steal him? He’s mine you know, you can’t have him.”

- “You love him that much?”

- “Yea… but he hates me though. He doesn’t want to spend time with me anymore.”

- “That’s not true…” he protests at her words, heart sinks at the word “hate”

- “he’s cold… i can feel him slipping away so i’ll just be a good girl and let him go. I just want him to be happy.”

The boy can no longer hold back the sorrow as his tear streams freely. Has he been that careless that his love for her turns into hatred.  Bending down to kiss her, all he can think of is how to protect her and fix everything.

- “I promise you, I’ll make everything better.”

Silence returns to the shared bed as she finally falls into deep sleep. He lays down and pulls her into his arms. Naturally, she presses her face onto his chest and arm fasten around his torso. Another kiss on her hair before he closes his eyes for some much overdue sleep. A much needed cuddle from his energy source.


You finally awaken as the pestering sun hit you squarely in the eyes. Cursing at yourself for not closing the curtain before going to sleep last night, you realize someone is holding your shoulder tightly. Opening your eyes as you jerk your head up out of the pillow. The arm only tighten its hold even more as you hear a comforting raspy morning voice you haven’t heard in a long time.

- “Baby, 10 more minutes. Why are you getting up so early?” he whines.

Too stun to process the situation, you freeze on the spot. Sensing you’re not laying back down, he reaches his other arm over and flip you into spooning position. Snuggling his face into your neck, he takes in a long whiff.

- “Hmm, i miss this scent so much. Let me cuddle you for a little longer.”

Obediently laying still in his arms, you can’t deny that your heart is elated for the first time in long while. Forgetting temporary about your problems, your eyes flutter close once again to enjoy the coziness. The second awakening feels much more like the usual norm, bed empty and cold despite the sunlight dancing around on the blanket. Letting out a loud sigh, you pull yourself out of bed for a glass of water. 

Why the fuck did I drink so much for someone that can’t even bother to stay…

Your thought snips short by the sound of water running. Stumbling into the kitchen, you see your small frilly pink apron barely cover the broad shouldered tall boy that is now frantically trying to stir something in the pan. Your eyes cock up in curiosity as you venture over to see. He doesn’t even notice that you’re slowly making your way over to turn off the running faucet. 

- “Shi– Baby! why are you creeping around like that. I thought my heart was gonna hop out of my chest.”

- “It’s MY apartment.” you enunciate.

- “I mean, nvm. How are you feeling? You drank so much last night i kinda got scared. I tried to make you breakfast but it didn’t quiet worked out… So i had to changed plan. I got you coconut water, it’s in the fridge”

- “Please don’t burn down my apartment.” You say coldly before turning your heels toward the fridge.

- “Go sit down, i’ll bring you your food.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, annoyed at his chirpy exterior. He has that stupid smile on his face that’s telling you there’s no fighting him. Yet there’s a most infinitesimal tinge of sadness in the corners of his slightly puffy eyes. You drag yourself over to the dinning table and sit down. You sprawl onto the table, not feeling too hot. He struggles over after another 5 minutes of pacing around the kitchen, a big bowl in his hands. He sets it in front of you. You couldn’t help but smile a bit inside at his masterpiece of what looks like a messy bibimbap. Places a kiss on your cheek before he runs off and lugs over a tray full of food for himself. 

- “Eat! I know it’s nothing compare to your cooking… I might’ve burnt the other breakfast a bit too much so i ended up making this with the left over in the fridge.” 

He chuckles nervously before digging into his own food. You’re just too focus on watching his expression as he eat.

- “Wait, is that what i brought you last night?” you say hoarsely 

- “Yea. I didn’t get a chance to eat it last night so i brought it home so we can have late dinner together. but then someone went and had liquid dinner instead.”

 - “Why are you eating old food. I’ll make you new one.” you softly sigh.

You reach over to grab his tray but he pushes your hand off.

- “No, you spent a lot of time and love on this. I have to eat it. It’s so good babe. How did you even learn to cook this well.”

Too tired to fight, you sit back in your chair and just continue watching him. Totally forgetting about your own food until he pauses the vacuum that is his mouth and stares at you.

- “Is it not edible at all? It’s okay, I’ll go buy you breakfast.”

- “No… I don’t feel like eating.”

- “That’s no no. You have to eat, is this why you’ve lost so much weight lately? You’re not even eating anymore?”

Setting his spoon down in a matter of factly, he continues to nag you about the importance of food. You can sort of see why he might be annoy at your constant badgering for him to eat. Though you never really nag him the way he nags you right now. No wonder the boys complain so often. He scoops a big spoon full and airplanes it to your mouth. 

- “Open up, if you’re not gonna eat then I have to do this. Come on.”

Grumpily, you open up your mouth after the 5th time he shoves the spoon onto your pursed lips. His lips curl into a smile again seeing you chew. He prepares another spoonful and sets it down before moving back onto his own food. Begrudgingly shove another spoon into your own mouth, your heart flutter seeing him enjoying your food so much. He sucks up all his food in matter of minutes while you took close to an hour. He drags you over to the couch and gestures for you to sit while he cleans up. Falling onto the couch with your legs still hanging off the side clutching your stomach, you got angry at yourself for drinking so much. Then you see a pair of legs move in front of you before Hanbin squat down and kisses your forehead. 

- “So, about last night… I’m not gonna give you some dumb excuse as if it’d justify my actions. There’s no excuse good enough for what i did. Just let me tell you my feeling before you make any decision. If…If after hearing my side and you still want to…”  

- “Break up?” you add in when his voice trails off, choking inside his throat.

- “Yea… that. If you still want to do that and move out then i will let you. But just know i’m not letting you off so easily. I will fight my way back into your life if that does happened.”

You stare at the sadness that’s playing around on his handsome features and nod, gesturing for him to go on.

- “I took advantage of your love for me. I thought i could take my feeling out on you and it’d be fine. You’re my girlfriend, not my therapist or my punching bag. I got so self-centered that i forgot you’re also just human, not some goddess that can wave a hand and makes the world right.”

- “Excuse you but I AM a goddess, get it right.” 

You joke, even if it came out monotonous and dry from the queasiness in your stomach. You can sense he’s punishing himself on the inside and that hurts you. Even though all morning he puts up a happy front for you, he’s dying in pain. You’ve been together long enough that it’s not hard to spot. Whenever he’s hurt, you’re hurt. You just want him to relax… partly feeling guilty for screaming words like knives at him the night before. 

- “Yes, you are.” places a kiss on your forehead. “I apologize for upsetting my beautiful goddess.”

 He smiles nervously, nerve relaxes a little as he sit down crossed legs on the floor. 

- “In all seriousness… I couldn’t take my anger out on anyone so it falls onto your lap and that’s not fair. I know we vowed to be together through thick and thin but you didn’t ask for this unfair life. I know it seemed like I was happy to see Soeun last night but in reality, I just have a certain level of professional courtesy to uphold. I couldn’t let everyone see my pain. I was helping with writing a song for her new album and it’d be bad if she goes around saying i’m grumpy all the time. It’s exhausting having to hide my feelings all the time. You’re the only one that see through it even when i smile. So i thought it was okay to lash out at you. I got too comfortable and i hurt you. I’m really sorry… I just needed someone to blame. i know last night it seemed like i didn’t want to look at you but, i got so sad and shock seeing the state i put you in. I’ve been neglecting you, neglecting us so much that i didn’t even realize. My heart hurt seeing you like that. You looked like you were upset so i didn’t want to add to your stress by calling you out for it. I know i pushed everything too far because you’ve let go of the promise i made you. I can only hope there’s some way you let me make it up to you…”

He reaches over and play with your vacant ring finger. Understanding what he mean, your hand brushes through his bang and down to his cheek, caressing the tears away. His words and emotions are so sincere you can’t stay mad at him. You weren’t really mad to begin with, just tired and wanted to be heard. His face nuzzles into your hand, turning over to place a kiss onto your palm.

- “Silly boy, i took it off to cook for you. I almost dropped it down the drain last time so I took it off yesterday to be safe. It slipped out of my hand and bounced behind the nightstand. It’s too heavy to move and you haven’t been home so…”

His eyes light up like it was Christmas and his frown quirks up into a small playful smile.  

- “So you didn’t take it off on purpose because you’re mad? Let your really strong, really hot, awesome boyfriend B.I oppa take care of that.”

- “OMG i drunk talked in my sleep didn’t I?  please forget about that.”

Running off into the bedroom, you heard a ruckus before he swiftly reappears in front of you. Sitting on the couch now, he pulls you up to sit in his lap. Large hand gently holds yours, he slips the ring back onto your finger before bringing it up to his lips for a soft kiss. 

- “Don’t take it off ever again. If you damage it, we’ll get it fix. If you lose it, we’ll get a new pair. Just like how I will spend the rest of my life fixing us, making us better. Yes, I heard you talk in your sleep last night and no, i will never forget what you said. Of course I know how much you love me because I love you even more. I did forget for a moment but i remember now. If you wanna be a good girl then stay by my side. Don’t leave.” He flashes his dimple at you, smiling brightly. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. I lost my way, baby. But that doesn’t mean that i hate you. As long as you’re here, I will always find my way back home to you. Trust me when I say all your time and effort is not a waste. It always make my day knowing you put thought into taking care of this useless boyfriend of yours.”

You hook your arm around his neck, pulling his face onto your shoulder. He response by tighten his hold around your waist, softly sigh in satisfaction. Hands running through his hair again, you lean in for a long waited kiss. It sends a bolts of thunder down into your heart and the dark pit in your stomach disappear. Pulling away from the kiss, you stares into his eyes, forehead resting on his.

- “I love you unconditionally, Kim Hanbin. Don’t you ever forget that. If life gets too hard, just know I’m right here. You can tell me anything. Lean on me once in awhile too, I’ll always wait for you with open arms. Don’t make me chase you anymore. You saw where bottling everything up got us… I know it’s hard for you to let go and show your weak side but to me, you have no weak side. You’re the strongest person I know.”

- “I love you so much. If i ever step out of line again, beat me up. Don’t suffer on your own.”

- “I can’t, if you get hurt i get hurt too… There’s still one thing I don’t get, how come you haven’t been sleeping over lately. I miss you and your crazy bedhead.”

- “I’ve been having some problem coming up with lyrics for Soeun’s album. I couldn’t sleep lately and I know how early you have to work. I didn’t want to ruin your sleep too. I miss you so much.” 

- “Aye, haven’t you learn by now i’m a heavy sleeper? Just use me as your body pillow.”

He presses another kiss onto your lips before pulling away and rest his head on your shoulder. Snuggling up tight, arms around your waist, he makes himself as small as possible to fit into your embrace. While rubbing his back, his teasing words come back into your mind.

- “You’re never gonna forget about the ‘my boyfriend is really strong, really hot, and really awesome’ thing are you?” you lean back to look at his face.

- “Nope, call me oppa.” a mischievous grin appears as he winks.

- “Dammit”

- “Why are you acting like it’s such a chore, you said you like it. Call me oppa, or else.” 

He starts to tickle your side causing a fit of laughter to pour out. You try your best to push him off but alas, he’s still much stronger. His laughter follows the cheerful sound of your own. Both of your hearts feel so free after a long stretch of hiding in shadow. 

- “Okay, oppa stoppp. If you don’t stop I’m gonna throw up, I don’t feel good.”

- “What was that? I thought I heard something…did you say something?” He teases and his hand relentless.

- “OPPA, Hanbin oppa. stop!”

- “Alright, I’ll stop. I don’t need you barfing on me. Come here.”

He smiles and pulls you in for a long passionate kiss, arms still holding onto you tight. 

- “What do you say we plan out some dates for next week? I don’t know if I’ll get days off or not but we can go somewhere for a few days toward the end of the year too, if you want. I know your Christmas fanatic butt will like that.” He asks, still snuggling into your neck.

- “How bout just dinner date for now, ahjussi said he’ll give us discount. We’ll worry about Christmas when it’s here.” 

Leaning back onto the couch, he motions for you to rest on him. Letting your head falls onto his chest, you closes your eyes and enjoy your favorite pastime of cuddling up to your teddy bear boyfriend. He closes his arm around his love, feeling glad fate is in his favor still.  Everything is back to the way it should be.

Originally posted by teambgasm

Try-Hard (M) | 02 (Final)

Originally posted by jjungkook

Summary: Spending the night in Jungkook’s dorm leads to a misunderstanding, and now he’s been avoiding you since. However, Yoongi has a plan to get you guys to finally talk to each other. And he has just the party for it.

Members: Jungkook, ft. Yoongi continuing to be a little shit

Word Count: 5.7k

Genre: Fluff, smut

A/N: Here’s the second part of Try-Hard! Thank you all for your support and liking Rugby!Jungkook so much! Hopefully I can write more of him in the future, but for now, here’s the last part~

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Tarot and mediumship questions

Some of my lovely followers have been messaging me asking many interesting questions for tarot cards and spirit work. So I just wanted to make a post that answered all of them at once ^^ If you see your question here, I’m sorry, I had to rewrite the questions a bit because I couldn’t remember them all word for word off the top of my head. Brace yourselves, this is going to be a big one.

1. Do the meanings of tarot cards stay the same, or is it ok to apply my own meanings?
This depends how you are reading. To really connect with your client or querant, you need to be reading intuitively rather than just with the memorised readings. While the general meanings of the cards can be helpful, they don’t always apply and this can make your querant disconnect from the reading because they cannot see themselves in what is coming through.
To read intuitively, the first step is to read what is around each card rather than reading each card by itself and then interpreting as a whole. Often tarot presents you with a concept over 2 or 3 different cards and the cards will be interrelated.You may also find a particular card may have a feature on it that stands out to more than anything else, be it an animal, a pair of wings, or even a color. And these symbols will usually have a meaning to the querent in some way or another, but it is up to the reader to interpret them through intuition.
If you are reading the cards intuitively you will also find the meanings of the cards will change for you on each reading. You’ll find that one card means waiting for one person, but may mean something entirely different to another person you are reading for. And this is all determined by your intuitive feelings that you receive during the reading.
2. Do you have to be born psychic?
All of us are born with intuitive abilities, it’s a survival instinct. You ever have that feeling that you know what someone is going to say or you know that something will happen? Some people even know when their phone is going to ring before it even begins ringing. Or maybe you’ve had a time when you’ve been given a choice to do something, and you don’t know why, but you just know that you really shouldn’t make that choice. This is called your gut instincts or your intuition. This is the basis for really growing your psychic abilities. The beginning step here is choosing to trust your intuition more regularly. If you believe something is wrong, don’t do it. If you believe something is right, then do it. Choose to trust it, because trust helps to give a solid foundation that your intuition can grow on. 
To further grow your intuition, you need to begin practising meditation more regularly. Meditation can mean different things for different people. Some people can’t sit still, so walking meditation or yoga are really good ways to meditate if you can’t sit down for more than a couple of minutes. Buddhist temples sometimes offer free meditation classes in your area, so google around your home or city for some classes if you want to learn traditional meditation techniques. Don’t just stop at one class either, go regularly to make sure you really master it, even if you are told the same thing every lesson. Meditation takes practice, and even seasoned meditation practitioners can struggle sometimes. Be patient with yourself!
You can also try singing or chanting meditations to assist you in your tarot readings or spirit work. Youtubing mantras will return some beautiful songs to you sung by many different artists. Find the ones you like and practice along with those. The English translations are gorgeous, so make sure you read the translation so that you understand the nature of what you are singing. They are all gorgeous, seriously.
3. How do I find out who my guides or deities are? 
This is up to you. Your guides can be any one, they can be Deities, Angels, Fairies, Ancestral spirits, nature spirits, etc. Literally any one can be a guide for you. I have a friend who went to a public park here in Sydney, met a tree spirit, and now regularly works with that tree for spiritual guidance. I have several goddesses, fairies and ancestors who are my guides for readings, however this varies for each reading.
You don’t have to wait for deities or spirits to contact you either (although they will, trust me.) But if you are drawn to a deity or you like a deity that you have seen before, it is perfectly ok to approach them. Be careful here because if the deity is from another culture you will need to make sure that you work with that deity in a manner that is well researched and respectful to the culture. Please ensure that any deity you have approached is also not from a closed culture as well. 
The same idea applies to other types of spirits like fairies, angels, ancestors etc. It is perfectly OK to approach them first!
4. How do I connect more with the spirits or deities etc?
Again, regular practice. You need to meet them half way! Make sure you are regularly practising prayer rituals, even if that means you just quickly light a candle before work and say hello. Give offerings of incense, food, or anything you feel they may like. Write them letters, sing or play music to them, just make an effort to connect. Just like any relationship, things wont be amazing from the get go. It may be awkward at first and you may feel uncomfortable. Persistence and time are all that are needed there. It wont be like angels descend and sing praises while you receive a blessing from a god. It will be a slow progression and growing of a really beautiful friendship. Give it time.
But just as much as you speak, you must always listen as well. Meditation again is key to this, as it allows you to quieten the mind and focus on your guides. Practice is super important. Seek their presence and their energies and learn to recognise the energy “stamp” of a particular spirit. With regular practice daily, you should be confident within a few weeks to a month at least to begin feeling the energies of these spirits and who they are.
5. How do I work with spirits and deities in my tarot readings?
Once you have begun to practice regular contact both speaking and listening with your spirits or deities, and you have begun to recognise their energy signatures, you can simply ask them to join you for a reading. A lot of the time though, they may show up unannounced.
Regular practice in recognising energies when they arrive to a reading and practice with listening and seeing their messages can help you to also identify spirits or deities that you have never met before who may be working with your querent. When you are doing a reading, write down any images, ideas or words that you are seeing or hearing, even if you aren’t sure if it the relevant. It may become relevant later in the reading or not at all. All that matters here is that you acknowledge the messages and trust yourself.
6. Do tarot cards have a yes or no meaning?
Yes they can, kind of. The best way to get a yes or no answer is to ask the question and then pull at 8 cards to look at the issue overall. When you see the overall issue, continue pulling cards until you see the end of the “process.” The end will have the yes or no answer.
7. How do you use tarot to look at deeper subconscious stuff?
If your querent is struggling with something like mental illness for example, you need to look into their past for the answer. Often times they will not remember the particular issues in their past that have caused part of the illness because the subconscious buries this stuff as a coping method. But if you look at their thought processes, you can take each thought process one by one and question what created this thought cycle. An example would be “I am not good enough”. What made that person think that? You need to look at their past and see what they were exposed to. Then you can challenge the thought process by looking at the actual evidence. Did that event actually dictate the self worth of that person? Nope. Most likely what happened was caused by some selfish dickhead and in reality, the behaviour of that selfish dickhead has nothing to do with the self worth of your querent. It is just that their mind misunderstood the issue due to a variety of factors at the time. You can then change the thought pattern by using energy healing and positive affirmation. (It takes fighting to defeat these things, so the querent will need to put in regular effort to heal whenever the thought cycle arises. But once the painful experienced deep in the subconscious is brought to the surface, it can be dealt with easily with persistence. It is best to suggest a positive affirmation is practised every time they experience one of their symptoms.)
8. Is tarot a doorway to evil?
No, that is what religious parents tell their children to stop them getting involved in “evil occult” practices. It’s just like saying marijuana is the gateway drug. These kinds of statements don’t really help anyone. If someone wants to do drugs they will. In the same way, tarot has nothing to do with the choices of someone getting involved in some of the darker crafts. In the end, it is that person’s choice, and blaming tarot isn’t helping people.
On the contrary, I find tarot to be a very healing tool. You can use it to understand not only situations, but also yourself and other people. It has helped me numerous times to figure out what on earth is going on with my own mental illness, and I use it to help others in the same way. Tarot has nothing to do with darker crafts, demons, satan etc. They are instead a wonderful tool to contact healing guides, goddess, spirits etc and bring love and light to many people who need it. 
9. How do you know that you are not just schizophrenic?
Schizophrenia has a lot more symptoms than just hearing and seeing things, and there are many types of schizophrenia. If we keep accusing people who hear and see things of being schizophrenic, then we are only helping to spread ignorance and stigma around this debilitating illness, which doesn’t help anyone who actually suffers from this illness or knows someone who does. There is a clear line between a psychic medium and a schizophrenic. Psychic mediums can receive information from spirits that they wouldn’t other wise know, and this helps to confirm who they are contacting. Often, someone’s ancestors pop up in readings, and a psychic medium can confirm details of that ancestors life that only the querant will know. This kind of information can be anything, but some notable examples I’ve experienced are being able to describe the exact speech patterns of a deceased relative, their mannerisms, and past childhood experiences of that ancestor that I would not know otherwise. This kind of information will not be available to someone suffering schizophrenia, rather they will suffer with false delusions that cannot be confirmed.
Additionally, psychic mediums can control the information coming in. If we do not want to hear or see anything, we can simply say no. This allows us to lead very normal lives, while some suffers of schizophrenia can really struggle to do so (Not saying they cannot lead a normal life, but it is very difficult, just like it is with any other mental illness.) Schizophrenics may also struggle to turn off these experiences in the same way that a psychic medium can, which is why the condition can be so debilitating. Rather than just accusing everyone who claims to be able to hear and see spirits of being schizophrenic, it is better to educate each other on the symptoms so that we can learn the true nature of this illness.
These are some of the symptoms below. As you can see, it is more extensive than just seeing or hearing things.
Behavioural: social isolation, disorganised behaviour, aggression, agitation, compulsive behaviour, excitability, hostility, repetitive movements, self-harm, or lack of restraint
Cognitive: thought disorder, delusion, amnesia, belief that an ordinary event has special and personal meaning, belief that thoughts aren’t one’s own, disorientation, memory loss, mental confusion, or slowness in activity
Mood: anger, anxiety, apathy, feeling detached from self, general discontent, loss of interest or pleasure in activities, elevated mood, or inappropriate emotional response
Psychological: hallucination, paranoia, hearing voices, depression, fear, persecutory delusion, or religious delusion
Speech: circumstantial speech, incoherent speech, rapid and frenzied speaking, or speech disorder
Also common: false belief of superiority, fatigue, impaired motor coordination, or lack of emotional response
10. What if I see evil spirits and demons when I do a reading for someone intuitively?
This can happen sometimes, and this has happened to me. Sometimes this person has an evil attachment on the astral, or you may find that during a reading you are actually attacked on the astral by this attachment. You need to make sure you have protective crystals with you, such as pyrite, obsidian arrowheads or black tourmaline. Make sure you have protective spells over you if you practice witchcraft, and that you can cleanse the evil you are experiencing. If you are using crystals during your readings, stop using your clear quartz or celestite (whatever it is you are using to help you get there) and switch to your protective stones until whatever is attacking you goes away. You can then cleanse with fluorite.
This comes from personal experience, I did a reading and got attacked by some sort of flying demon thing on the astral that was attached to this person I was doing the reading for. I was like K WELL FUCK OFF BRO and immediately swapped to my black tourmaline, started burning sage in the room, and placing white energy over my client to protect them. The demon left, but I had to do a pretty thorough cleanse afterwards. Like fuck off you demon fucktard, can’t you see I’m busy? GOSH I don’t have time to deal with your shit today.

That’s it for the questions, I hope this huge post helped some of you lovelies who messaged me~!

Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - June 30th, 2017

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them.

Oh and I’m wicked behind in my reading!! So if I tagged your post #can’t wait to read and you don’t see here, I will still read - I’m just REALLY behind!


Untitled by @smoaking-greenarrow - Felicity comes upon Oliver on the salmon ladder http://smoaking-greenarrow.tumblr.com/post/145616008019/oliver-you-really-need-to-get-going-if-you-want

We Have To Go by @lostolicityscenes - Funny sweet little drabble that takes place after the events of Season 5.  It’s slightly NSFW. https://lostolicityscenes.tumblr.com/post/161831149281/we-have-to-go

Tinseltown by @olicitysmoaky - Genius young lawyer Felicity Smoak and hotshot agent Oliver Queen run into each other after their summer of love seven years prior. Now that they’re all grown up and living in Tinseltown, will sparks fly? Or will they fizzle out now that the real world is involved? Total AU. - Can’t wait for more! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11202819/chapters/25020951

Thursday by @someonesaidcake - There is something about the girl next door that Oliver Queen is only now noticing… Felicity is moving to college just down the road from where Oliver is a senior. He suddenly becomes very protective of the girl next door.  Thursday night dinners might not ever be the same again. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10688658/chapters/23670255

Somethings are Meant to Be by @pimsiepim - sequel to His Girl Wednesday which you REALLY NEED in your life. Set after Oliver returns to Star City after being missing for 3 years, it is shaping up to be just as awesome as His Girl Wednesday http://archiveofourown.org/works/7693105/chapters/17526601

When I’m With You - Withdrawal Symptoms multi-chapter by @sentence-fragments - Arrow AU - After finally becoming a couple, the worst possible thing you can imagine happens to Felicity Merlyn. Her other half is gone and she has to find a way to live without him. Or does she? This is Felicity’s journey to finding herself after Oliver is gone and the decisions she has to make in her quest to find him. (part 2 of the ‘When I’m With You’-series) http://archiveofourown.org/works/3205622/chapters/6972173

Time for a Story multi-chapter by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. - I really cannot tell you how much joy and happiness this story brings to my life DAILY. I’m almost caught up and will be at a loss waiting fro the next AMAZING chapter!! http://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

It Feels Remarkable by @wherethereissmoak - Written for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompt “Out of Place.” The Vigilante encounters a beautiful blind girl looking very out of place in a dark alleyway one night. Little did he know that she was exactly what he needed - both for his mission and his heart. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11284887

You Had Me at Hello multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak met at a Gala and had an instant attraction but Smoak Technologies and Queen Consolidated have to work together.  Can they make that sexual chemistry work and still work together. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11075379

The Absence of Light by @felicityollies - prompt: out of place - Inspired by Charmed - Oliver was Felicity’s Whitelighter until he let darkness inside of his heart and became something else. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11034534/chapters/25260594

I Call It Love by @smoaking-greenarrow - Sequel to You Call it Madness where Cupid drugged Oliver to make him fall in love with her and it backfired. http://smoaking-greenarrow.tumblr.com/post/161837945239/i-call-it-love

Trust Me multi-chapter by @felicityollies - When a prostitute meets the perfect client, she has to remind herself that there’s no room for getting close to someone in her line of work. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8487226/chapters/22503983

Untitled by @lostolicityscenes - speculative for 6x01 https://lostolicityscenes.tumblr.com/post/162213922916/ive-got-something-an-speculative-for-6x01

A Queen multi-chapter by @missyriver - Tumblr Hiatus Prompt Week #3:TASTE Felicity woke with the metallic taste of blood in her mouth and a pounding headache. She slowly opened her eyes and immediately slammed them shut again, the bright light piercing her skull and inflaming the little troll digging into her brain. Her mouth was dry and her lips parched, she ran her tongue over her lip to wet them and hissed. Keeping her eyes closed she used her tongue to probe her lower lip. It was swollen on the left side, she could feel a small cut still oozing blood. A little scared to open her eyes, she wiggled her toes and her fingers. She took stock of her aches, it was mostly her head, face, and hip. She wasn’t restrained and she couldn’t hear the normal sounds of a medical staff. That ruled out the hospital. So where was she? http://archiveofourown.org/works/11203470/chapters/25022946

A Queen: A Distraction multi-chapter by @missyriver - Week Four: At Odds - http://archiveofourown.org/works/11203470/chapters/25198539

Wanna Be Yours multi-chapter by @dust2dust34 -  College AU. Felicity’s car breaks down in a major rainstorm, sending her walking to the closest house she can find. It just so happens to belong to Oliver Queen, and he’s having a 'Skivvies Only’ party. Original Prompt - Anonymous: “You can stay but your clothes must go.” Olicity College AU :) http://archiveofourown.org/works/5105783/chapters/11745533          

Blue Eyed Angel: Out of Place multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Oliver is upset when he finds out Felicity has plans that don’t include him.  His next decision may not work out in his favor or does it? http://archiveofourown.org/works/11069859/chapters/25268676

To Make You Feel My Love multi-chapter by @smkkbert - One year after the Gambit went down, the incredible happens: Oliver is found alive and brought back to Starling City. All he wants is getting back to Felicity and Madeleine. Though Felicity welcomes him back with her arms wide open, Oliver struggles to find his place in the family. It seems like his place – at least in Mae’s heart – is already taken. And it doesn’t help that it’s his best friend Tommy who seems to have taken it. A MUST READ. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10904208/chapters/24242493

Bonds That Can’t Be Broken multi-chapter by @wherethereissmoak - Felicity goes off her meds to enjoy one heat with a random stranger after her graduation before settling down to focus on her career. On the drunken night out in Vegas, she finds an Alpha and they have what she hopes is a one night stand. But the next morning, she wakes up with a bondmate bite and realizes she cannot remember many details of the night before. Oliver Queen knows that he bonded with a beautiful woman, but he has no idea who she was. The two try (and often fail) to move on with their life without hope of ever finding their mate, but does fate have other plans for them? And when they reunite, can they overcome all the forces of evil in their path to finally be together? http://archiveofourown.org/works/11067591/chapters/24680781

The Bowen Effect by @onceuponanolicity -  In this installment, set in early Season 4, Felicity is at a Fundraiser for Palmer Tech wearing a very appealing green lace gown. Oliver is just as green as her dress when he spots her in the arms of Carter Bowen. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10330973

From This Day On by @smoakmonster - Felicity comforts Oliver after he is shot and near death - http://smoakmonster.tumblr.com/post/152477370131/from-this-day-on

The Challenge by @green-arrows-of-karamel -  Part of the Enraptured Submission series - In the aftermath of a wild night with a mesmerizing woman, Oliver and Tommy have a challenge on their hands. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6300010

Hot Pursuit multi-chapter by @green-arrows-of-karamel - Part of the Enraptured Submission series - In a second fortuitous encounter, Oliver has only one night to convince Felicity to accept a deal that could change their lives forever. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6687232/chapters/15294766

Keep it Professional multi-chapter by @mogirl97 - Oliver is assigned to be Felicity’s bodyguard http://archiveofourown.org/works/9243455/chapters/20960405

The White Queen multi-chapter by @felicityollies - How do you break a man that is already so very broken? You break the love of his life, of course. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10342245

Taste! by @onceuponanolicity -  When Sara Lance and Oliver Queen open their restaurant after returning from Lian Yu after three years away, they find that opening day can be a lot harder when their staff gets hurt or leaves. Sara goes to her friend Felicity for help in filling in. Felicity hasn’t really approved of the way Oliver Queen lives his life but it’s separate from hers so she doesn’t put much thought into it until she has to meet him. Oliver thinks Felicity isn’t suited to work in his restaurant until she proves him wrong. Together they become an incredible team. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11209050

Home multi-chapter by @adiwriting - Oliver and Felicity have been best friends since 1st grade. So when Oliver is found by some fishermen after he being lost at sea for 5 years, she’s ecstatic. The only problem is, the Oliver she lost, may not be the Oliver they found. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11259471/chapters/25174200

A Day in the Life multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Felicity Smoak is an MIT graduate and assistant to Oliver Queen.   Suddenly she is his pretend girlfriend and in the spotlight.  Oliver Queen needs a girlfriend to get rid of an obsessive former lover and to please his parents. Fluffy, funny, happiness! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9229205/chapters/20931281

Untitled by @oneofakindxx - Felicity asks if Oliver loves Sara http://oneofakindxx.tumblr.com/post/162330130911/i-saw-you-with-sara-okay-i-saw-the-way

Pieces of Always multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8220479/chapters/18840356

Return to Me multi-chapter by @diggo26 - What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time? http://archiveofourown.org/works/10536999/chapters/23265480

Rose-Red City As Old As Time by @almondblossomme - Entry for the promp: Out of Place for the the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon. Set after 5x23. - EXQUISITE!   https://almondblossomme.tumblr.com/post/162336695790/rose-red-city-as-old-as-time

Girl of My Dreams multi-chapter by @tdgal1 and @c0bra5nak3 - Oliver Queen, CEO of Queen Consolidated, meets IT specialist Felicity Smoak.   Playboy turns boyfriend as he dates and falls in love with this amazing woman.  But everything is not perfect and the couple will find that they must face some obstacles together. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11066208/chapters/24677133

The Bargain by @quiveringbunny - Felicity makes a deal with Oliver. It’s fairly naughty. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11306085

I Wrote Your Name in My Heart multi-chapter by @alanna-the-lionheart - Oliver is kidnapped and returns a different man. Heartbreaking and beautiful! http://archiveofourown.org/works/7642798/chapters/21136286

Kiss Me: Touch multi-chapter by @laurabelle2930 - An angel/demon trope, smut heavy so yes it has explicit content. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11166183/chapters/25328154

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do by @quart1146 - What was going through Felicity’s mind as she gave back the ring. https://quart1146.tumblr.com/post/149584452619/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do

As Easy As Falling multi-chapter by @charlinert - Felicity has just received tragic news when she meets Oliver, I believe there is hope, highly recommend but you will cry but not every chapter! http://archiveofourown.org/works/8035363/chapters/22542341

Bound to You multi-chapter by @bindy417 - Felicity is an ARGUS agent and Oliver with the Bratva but they met long before that! This story gives the past and the present. SO AWESOME. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6602668/chapters/15105862

Tastes Like Pure Joy multi-chapter by @wherethereissmoak - Felicity almost has her school paid off - and her last night as a live-donor at a vampire restaurant will settle her debt. But her encounter with client Oliver Queen was anything but the quick and easy feed either of them was expecting. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11163723

The Mirror in the Attic multi-chapter by @sophie1973 - When Felicity Smoak inherits a house from the late Oliver Queen, she struggles to understand why the old man would leave her his home. They are at least two generations apart, and as far as she knows, they have never met. Until she walks into the house and experiences the weirdest feeling of déjà vu, and discovers Oliver and her actually know each other very well. Just in another lifetime. - This a MUST READ!!! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11331471/chapters/25363236

To Savor While You Taste by @arrowfan437 - Felicity returns from serving in the Army for 2 years with an honorable discharge. And she’s going to surprise her brooding husband who misses her like crazy. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11211057

(Untitled) Masterpiece multi-chapter by @overwatch-smoak - He ignited a passion inside of her that she didn’t think she had. And when he proposed it was romantical and fantastical and so utterly beautiful. His creative soul called to her in the strangest ways. His career was really getting off the ground, and once he had the actual model of his angel, they were happy. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11069151/chapters/24684894

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