i have no idea i only really like the first one


**warning: this was supposed to a cute quick post about Nalu but I ended up getting too deep on Natsu’s side of things woops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯*

If you ever have doubts that Natsu and Lucy love eachother in the more than a friend type of way just remember drunk Lucy gets all blushy and excited & has hearts all around her because she thought there were 2 Natsus

call me crazy but I’m pretty sure you don’t react like this to people that are just your “friends”

you don’t just get heart eyes for anyone aight like she’s so in love 

also I’m not even going to began to talk about those bedroom eyes she gives natsu from time to time but here’s a post on that: 

remember wayyy back when Levy and Juvia tease Lucy about liking Natsu and Lucy responds with:

then fast forward to now

like she’s not even denying that she’s head over heels for him  hello
I really feel like at this point for her she realizes that she does indeed love him 

As for Natsu, for someone that is super expressive and speaks his mind, he doesn’t really show the same signs Lucy does. He hardly gets embarrassed or flustered, has no problem getting super close to Lucy’s face, or even seeing her naked except in the chapter 438 when Lucy’s towel fell off lmao he was hella caught off guard
It’s obvious that he does have a soft spot for her but is it the “more than a friend” type of way? Of course I could dig up anytime he’s been super overprotective of her, when future Lucy died and he cried, when he tried to kiss her bc Asuka was wanted them too, or even the time that him and Lucy fought Kain which people like to think is when Natsu realized he “loved her.” 
but I’m only going to talk about 3 moments (realistically 1 which you’ll see but I thought the other 2 moments were kinda significant) in particular that make me believe that Natsu does see Lucy as much more than a friend:

When Natsu dug up a rainbow sakura tree for Lucy when she was sick

Ok so this moment isn’t necessarily me trying to prove Natsu was/is in love with Lucy especially since this was still in the early episodes and I’m one of the few that believes they barely even acknowledged their “feelings” once Natsu returns from his one year training mission after Tartaros 
but can we just talk about how ROMANTIC this was?? and they both didn’t even realize it? Natsu straight up dug up a huge ass tree, put it on a boat, and sent it Lucy’s way because she was too sick to see them herself. when will your otp that’s actually canon ever

Natsu letting Lucy wear his scarf

OkAYY also with this one I knowww it’s just a cover and not even in the actual story BUT I still think it’s important because Mashima put it there for a reason!!
Natus’s scarf, the thing his deceased father made him, the thing he treasures so much that he neverrr has it off even when he’s swimming, the thing both Lucy and Gray made sure to get back to him because they know how much it means to him, THE THING HAPPY CALLED LUCY A MEANIE FOR BECAUSE SHE ACCIDENTALLY TOOK IT OFF WHEN SHE WAS TRYING TO KICK HIM OUT OF HER BED and now she’s wearing it 
idk I feel like Mashima putting this is his way of showing us just how much their bond together has grown

When Natsu thought Lucy died

Alright so out of all the Nalu moments in the entire series I feel like this is the one where we truly see just how important Lucy is in Natsu’s life. Remember Zeref revealed that they were brothers and that if he were to die, then so would Natsu. Natsu was going to attack anyway until a crying Happy stopped him saying that he didn’t want him to die and Natsu basically agreed to temporarily retreat.
Fast forward to the moment Natsu thought Lucy was dead, he cries and then END is awakened. And the first thing he wants to do is finish off Zeref. 
Natsu KNOWS that if he kills Zeref, he will die as well but at this point he doesn’t care because he thinks Lucy is dead. But really think about this. Natsu, the person that is always telling people to not give up and more importantly to LIVE, too not DIE for your friends but to LIVE for them, was basically heading into a suicide mission. way to be a hypocrite natsu lol
“You can’t stop me anymore! No one can!” that line really got to me because I feel like it just shows how hurt he was. He really didn’t care about what would happen to him anymore, where not even Gray could reach him.
He didn’t want to live in a world where Lucy didn’t exist.

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Eat Jin: A Private Viewing (M) // Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by fawnave

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Summary: Tonight, it’s Seokjin’s turn to cook for you. But, while you think dessert is just as simple as some cupcakes with frosting; Seokjin plans to give you an episode or two of Eat Jin like you’ve never seen one before.

Warning: This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a sexual nature. Contains food play. You’ve been warned.

A/N: This scenario was written for the lovely @coppertopging as part of my 10k giveaway prizes ^^ I’m so sorry this took longer than expected my love, but I hope that you’ll enjoy this ;) Thank you for being the amazing person that you are and I love you a lot!

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After how popular the first iteration of this flowchart got (thank you all so much for that, by the way, it’s really awesome that it helped so many people out), I was inspired to create a second volume, with even more species and resources than the first. Well, after a month or so of work, it’s finally here! Just in time for the 40th Anniversary of Star Wars: A New Hope, here’s “What Species To Choose For Your Star Wars OC: Volume 2″!

For this new version, I upped the ante with everything. I went from including 75 species to a whopping 150 (which is still only scratching the surface of the full list, I’m afraid), and I tried my best to include more species from “The Clone Wars”, “The Force Awakens”, and “Rogue One” as well. Not only that, but down below I’ve included more resources as well: in addition to each species’ Wookieepedia articles, I’ve provided (where available) videos of the species in action, informational videos, and name generators, all to give you as much info as possible for your OC. Furthermore, among some other minor formatting tweaks, I’ve also added the option to choose answers via dice rolls (thanks to  @empress-only-in-name for that idea), for anyone who would prefer a more random choice in species. Finally, I think it’s also worth mentioning that the wonderful @pomrania re-created the flowchart in a text-based format here, if you’d like to check that out.

Let me know what you all think of the new version! I tried my best to take into account everyone’s requests and suggestions, so hopefully it all worked out to your liking! Do let me know if there’s anything I can add or change, though; it will be a while before I make a Volume 3, if ever, but I’d be happy to tweak this version if it helps. Also, if you end up using this to make a character, please consider either tagging me or using #StarWarsOCFlowchart so I can see it; I don’t care about getting credit or anything, I just want to see what you guys come up with!

Links to resources are below. My original intention was to have them as part of this post, but since Tumblr apparently has a link limit for posts, I had to split them up. I hope this isn’t too much of an inconvenience!

Species A-ISpecies J-RSpecies S-Z

anonymous asked:

SM!AU prompt2: people don't know who their soul mates are but they can feel it when they meet them. As they grow, the get little details about them, a hint of their individual smell like a whiff of perfume, a peel of laughter lost to the wind and they get small pieces of their features. Betty knows the feel of leather before she ever saw Jughead in his jacket. (I'm not sure how this could work but just an idea)

This is gonna be a little tricky but I’ll give it a go.

Betty sat in the back booth at Pops, her chin propped in her hand as she watched Archie and Veronica whispering to each other and sharing stolen kisses a few booths away, they were perfect together, the very definition of soulmates. Archie brushed a dark strand of hair out of Veronica’s face and Betty couldn’t help the audible sigh that escaped her lips. Of course she was happy for her best friends, they deserved each other but sometimes it stung more than it should.

Betty Cooper was mateless, she was sure of it. It broke her heart to think about it but at 18 years old, time was running out and she still hadn’t had any of the mysterious feelings her friends had talked about. She could remember clearly the day Veronica ran through her bedroom doors going on about a specific shade of orange and how that was the only color she could see, then there was the way Archie kept fiddling with his bare neck and claiming he felt something like pearls resting there. It was beautiful when the pair finally realized they were meant to be.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Betty glanced up, her eyes softening at the beanie wearing boy as he slid in the space across from her, his hands clutching a plate of fries.

“Definitely not worth a penny Juggie.” Betty smiled sadly, reaching towards his plate and grabbing a fry.

He looked at her with concerned eyes
“What’s the matter? You’ve got that look in your eyes.”

Betty raised a brow
“What look?” She asked incredulously

Jughead scrunched his nose and pouted
“This one” he mimicked something that was similar to a puppy dog face.

“Oh please” she giggled, throwing a straw wrapper at him as he smirked.

“No really Bets, what’s up?”

Her eyes lingered in Archie and Veronica’s direction and Jughead nodded knowingly.

“You want that huh?” He said softly, not an ounce of judgment in his tone.

The blonde nodded slowly, her eyes dropping as she fiddled with her fingers.

“It’s just not fair. I haven’t felt anything! I don’t see anything, I don’t feel anything. When is it my turn?” She moped miserably, her eyes filling with tears.

Jughead moved to her side of the booth and wrapped his arm around her shoulders
“You’ll get it Bets, I know you will. You just have to be patient.”

She rested her head in the crook of his neck and inhaled the familiar smell of smoke and toothpaste mixed with his distinct cologne.
“I don’t know juggie”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, running his nose over her silky blonde hair.
“I do.”

They sat like that for an hour, the quiet was comfortable and Jughead felt his eyes get droopy as he listened to her steady breathing.

Finally Betty broke the silence
“I should go. Big river vixens game tonight. Hurray go riverdale.” She monotoned.

Jughead laughed
“You’re becoming very cynical with age my Beautiful blonde friend.”

She laughed, rising from the booth and grabbing her bag as she waved a lazy hand
“See you tommorow?”

He nodded, pulling his laptop out
“You got it.”

He watched her walk out the door and sighed, she was so beautiful and good and kind, whoever her soulmate would be was a very lucky man.

Two hours later and four chapters in, he heard the familiar giggle that always made his heart lighter, he looked up with a lazy smile expecting to see Betty standing over him in her tiny blue and gold cheerleading uniform. But she wasn’t standing there, in fact she wasn’t anywhere in the diner but he could still hear her laughter, he stood up, eyes scanning the entire diner as the laughter faded softly. He scratched the back of his neck as he called for Pops.

“Hey Pops? Is Betty here? Did she head into the bathroom?”

Poptate looked up from cleaning the counter and glanced around

“Jughead it’s 11:00, you’re the only one in here.” The older man rolled his eyes, heading back into the kitchen.

What the hell was that about?

Betty cursed herself as she walked through the dark streets of Riverdale, the game had run later than expected and Betty had to walk home in the dark, and the fact that she had forgotten her jacket was not helping the situation. It was a particularly cold, damp night and her sleeveless uniform top was not providing much protection against the wind.

She should have just taken the ride with Veronica, wrapping her hands around her body she shivered. Her fingers came up to grasp bare skin but something was strange. Instead of feeling the prominent goosebumps playing on her skin she felt rough denim, it was familiar and worn in but when she glanced down there was nothing on her body. She knew the feeling, it was Jugheads denim jacket, the one she had worn at the drive in so many times.

She wasn’t cold anymore, it was almost as if she was wrapped up in Jughead.

What was going on?

Betty slammed her locker shut, the bags under her eyes were visible to all and Kevin noticed immediately.

“Rough night?” He asked soothingly as Joaquin handed the blonde a to go cup of coffee, which she gripped gratefully, pressing a kiss to his cheek causing the long haired teen to blush.

“Something weird is happening. I don’t know what it is but I’ve been up all night trying to figure it out.” She sighed as they walked to their first period

“What do you mean?”

Betty looked around nervously
“Well last night, I was walking home and I remember being freezing and then all of a sudden I wasn’t. It’s like Jughead was next to me, I mean I could feel his jacket!” She threw a hand up dramatically.

Kevin and Joaquin exchanged a glance as a smile appeared on their faces, grinning at something behind Betty.

“Looks like he didn’t sleep too well either” Joaquin nodded towards Jughead who was walking towards them.

“Hey” the flannel wearing boy grumbled, slumping against a locker, his eyes scanning Betty’s tired face.

“You didn’t sleep either?” He questioned knowingly.

Betty nodded standing outside her chemistry classroom
“Nope.” She popped the P.

Jughead looked Betty up and down, eyeing the tiny sleeveless white dress

“It’s freezing in that classroom, here take this, you’ll need it.”
He shrugged off his denim jacket and held it out to her.

Betty stared wide eyed for a moment before clutching the jacket close to her chest and running into the classroom with a squeaky

Jughead looked up at Kevin
“What was that about?”

Kevin smirked and grabbed Joaquin’s hand
“I haven’t the slightest idea” he breezed past Jughead but stopped abruptly

“New cologne? It smells suspiciously like peaches and vanilla? Did you borrow Betty’s perfume.” He grinned wickedly as he strut down the hallway, Joaquin ducking his head and smiling as he followed his own soulmate.

Jughead lifted his collar and sure enough. Peaches and Vanilla.

What the hell?

The rest of the day flew by and eventually both Betty and Jughead plopped down on the couch in the blue and gold office.

“I am so glad that day is over. I’m exhausted.”
The blonde sighed, relieved.

Jughead nodded
“Definitely. Remind me to never come to school after two hours of sleep.”

Sitting up straighter, Betty glanced shyly down to her folded hands in her lap

“Why didn’t you get any sleep?”

Jughead turned his body towards her
“ lot on my mind. What about you?”

She bit her lip

His eyes lingered on the strawberry red lips tucked beneath her perfect white teeth.

“Penny for your thoughts” he whispered, his face inching towards hers.

Betty glanced up, their foreheads almost touching

“Definitely not worth a penny.” She whispered back hoarsely.

His hands came up to cup her neck
“That’s where you’re wrong Betty Cooper, you’re worth everything.” With that he dropped his lips to hers as her hands wound themselves in his hair.

They kissed for what felt like hours, desperate lips and pent up passion. It was everything Betty had been waiting for and more, eventually they pulled away for air and Betty nestled her face in his neck, pulling away quickly

“You smell like vanilla?” She questioned, confused.

He smiled crookedly
“And you smell like smoke.”

Her eyes widened before, realization hit her
“Your jacket..” she trailed off

He nodded, dropping his forehead to hers again
“Your laughter.”

“You found me” She choked out, her voice thick with emotion.

Bringing his lips to hers again he whispered,

“No Betty. You found me.”

Strength of Your Beliefs

He comes back to the hospital much later, well past the end of visitor’s hours, when he’s certain that Maggie and Melissa will have gone home for the night. He’s held up for a moment at the nurse’s station, but they all remember him as the lunatic who had completely lost his mind when Scully had first been admitted, and none of them seem too keen on telling him he can’t see her.

Her room is dark; more likely than not, he realizes, she’s asleep. Sudden misgivings make him pause just outside the door.

She’s been through an unimaginable ordeal. Mulder’s mind is full of the transcripts that clog the files in his office- the testimonies of alleged abductees who returned with stories of unimaginable torture, of extensive and invasive testing done without any anesthesia, and the idea of any of that happening to Scully makes him want to vomit. Even if her mind doesn’t remember what she’s suffered, her body still does, and she needs her rest.

Mulder asks himself, before crossing the threshold into her room: who is he here for? For her? Or for himself? He’s about to turn and leave, to let her rest undisturbed, when a soft, scratchy voice calls out to him from within the darkened hospital room.

“Are you going to stand out there all night, or are you going to come in and see me?” His face breaks into a grin, the muscles of his cheeks aching from the almost-forgotten act of smiling, and he ducks into her room.

Scully smiles softly up at him as he crosses to her. Without sparing a glance at the chairs waiting along the wall to receive visitors, he sits down at the edge of her bed, by her hip. She reaches for him without hesitation, and he holds her hand tightly in his own, the way he had longed to before, when he’d felt too self-conscious under the infuriatingly knowing smiles of her mother and sister. She smooths her thumb over the backs of his knuckles in a gentle caress and he feels, finally, as though everything is going to be all right.

“I didn’t know if you would be awake,” Mulder says, his voice thick.

“I was waiting,” she tells him. “I had a hunch you might come back.”

“How are you feeling?” he asks. The smile slides slowly off of her face.

“Frustrated,” she confesses. “I’ve been lying here all afternoon, trying to remember something, anything, about what happened, about where I’ve been.” She sighs. “I remember calling you, leaving you a message… I remember Duane Barry breaking my window, and then….” She shakes her head. “Nothing. Nothing at all until I woke up this morning.” She frowns. “Well, nothing except….”

“Except what?”

“I think… I must have been dreaming for at least part of the time I’ve been here, Mulder. I can’t remember all of it, but there was a nurse….” She trails off, frowning in confusion. Her eyes close for a moment.

“A nurse?” Mulder prompts her, and immediately feels guilty. If she’s drifting off to sleep, he should let her.

“Yeah,” Scully says sleepily, and her eyes flutter open again. “Nurse Owens. I remember hearing her talking to me, telling me that she’d be taking care of me… but the nurses here told me that there’s no one here with that name.” She looks up at him. “And I thought… I thought I heard your voice, too.” She yawns. “That was real, wasn’t it? You told me that you didn’t think I was ready to go yet.”

“Yeah,” Mulder whispers. “Yeah, that was real.” She gives him a gentle smile, her eyelids at half-mast. The hand not holding his gropes clumsily on the nightstand to her right, and when she brings it back, Mulder sees her cross glinting golden in the faint light from the hospital hallway.

“My mom says she told you to keep this with you,” she says. “So you could give it back to me, when you found me.” She looks up at him. “She says you wore it.”

“Yeah,” he admits, ducking his head. “That part’s true, too.” She smiles bemusedly.

“Why?” she asks, perplexed. “It’s not a symbol that means anything to you, Mulder. You believe in lots of things, but Christianity isn’t one of them.”

You are, though,” says Mulder. Scully’s hand tightens around his, and her eyes sparkle with tears. “You have your beliefs, Scully, and I have mine… and whatever the Pope might believe, the Catholic Church can only dream of being as much of a force to be reckoned with as you are.” Scully chuckles, shaking her head.

“If that’s not blasphemy, Mulder, I don’t know what is,” she says. She starts to speak again, but her words are lost in an enormous yawn.

“Get some sleep now, Scully,” Mulder says.

“I’m probably going to need all the rest I can get, to undo whatever disasters you’ve created in our office while I’ve been gone,” she grumbles, rolling onto her side, getting comfortable.

“Hey, I’ll have you know that I kept that office running just fine before you came along, Scully,” he protests.

“It’s a wonder you managed at all before me, Mulder,” Scully sighs, her eyes closing, her hand releasing his as she starts to drift off.

“It really is,” Mulder whispers as he stands, his voice so quiet that he’s certain she can’t hear him.

But as he leaves, she opens her eyes to watch him go… and she smiles.

A quick Clexa AU fic list as requested by anon

This is rather chaotic as I’ve put it together real quick and I’ve plenty favorites - I might add more as I remember or as I go through my reading (some are finished, some are on-going). For now though …

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Requests (combined): May I request a Castiel one shot where it’s just fluff? Like, Castiel and reader have just woken up from a great night and it’s all just pillow talk and fluff and small kisses? Thank you in advance if you do it! ~requested by an anon. AND If you’re still doing requests, could you do a Casxreader post-coital (wouldn’t hate you if you threw some during-coital in there too) ball of fluff? Lots of giggles and smiles and enough fluff to make build-a-bear look empty. ~requested by @fight-the-faeries

A/N: I seem to be getting back into my writing groove after the finale hit a little to hard. I didn’t think I’d be able to write Cas this soon. But here he is!

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral (male receiving), fluffy fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

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Memories of last night flooded your mind as you began to wake up. You could feel that you were still safe and sound in Castiel’s arms with your head resting against his bare chest.

You felt safe next to Cas, you knew that he’d never let anything harm you. You knew that he’d be with you, always.

You could tell that he was still asleep just by the rhythm of his breathing. It’d taken him awhile after his grace was stolen, but he now slept peacefully. You readjusted yourself in his arms as you laid there, taking in his sweet, natural musk. The aroma of last night’s activities still lingering on his skin.

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Hello! I was reading the part of War and Peace that Great Comet was based on and decided to make a list of all the phrases/sentences in the novel that I found while listening along to the cast recording while reading that are either directly put into the lyrics of the musical, or are heavily referenced with a few changes. I have separated these findings by song, not in the order of which they appear in the novel. For some of the lines that are less directly from the novel I have put the lyrics that are connected to them in parentheses and italics next to the book quotes. It’s really really really fun to see which lyrics have a match so I hope you enjoy!

Also sorry for any formatting issues: in some songs there are huge chunks that are almost directly lifted from the book so some placement of bullet points might be wonky. And if you know of any that I missed, please reblog and add! 

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Jughead x Reader

Jughead finds himself having no motivation to write and has trouble finding inspiration even when he changes up his surroundings. Until… 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,830

A/N: Funny thing is I came across this song by searching “Uninspired” on youtube, because that’s what I am now. Wooooo. That ‘woo’ was sarcasm btw. This song inspired something, but I’m tired of writing things that don’t mean anything. So here’s this. Don’t ask me if it means anything to me cause tbh idk.

The Song


Label you then leave you,

No they won’t stay for the fight,

It’s the closest thing to empty,

And the furthest from the light.

Jughead walks towards the ticket station in the darkness of the night. He buys a one way ticket to Toledo, hoping to never look back.

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anonymous asked:

hello hello!! could i please request yoongi + a sweet kiss? thank you 😊💝 btw you're one of my fave writers!! i'm always so happy to see updates from you (only as long as you have time to update, though! don't overwork yourself ☺️). keep up the good work and hope you're doing well!!! ⭐️

Yoongi + 9. A Sweet Kiss

A/N: thank you!!! ahhh i can’t believe i’m one of your faves :’)

Ten hours. That was how long you’d been working on this essay. You couldn’t even tell anymore if you were hungry or if you could feel your butt.

And you were exhausted. Even moving your hands to finally close the screen of your laptop felt like a chore. You stretched and felt an ache run down your back. Rubbing it out, you stood from the chair and wondered if you had the energy to cook for yourself.

“Maybe I can make Yoongi bring me food,” you muttered to yourself and found your voice scratchy from disuse.

You called him, mostly to speak to another human being after being alone with your computer for so long and found, just as you expected, that he was still awake. “What do you want?” He asked, sounding not really annoyed but expectant.

You smiled. “How do you know me so well?”

“Just do. What do you want?” His voice was faint and you could hear the familiar sounds of him typing in the background. You didn’t have to wonder to know he was working on a song.

“Bring me food? If you aren’t busy.”

“Let me finish up here. Give me half an hour.” He hung up.

You bit your lip. You were playing with fire, you knew. Ever since you’d figured out how you felt about him you’d been pushing the boundaries between friends and partners by inviting him over late.

But so far he hadn’t taken the bait. You didn’t know if he just wasn’t attracted to you or if respected you too much to make a move, but you knew the issue wasn’t another person. The boy barely had time to spend with you, he certainly didn’t have time for someone else.

If you were bolder, maybe, you would kiss him. But that thought scared you. The idea that the second your lips touched his he pulled away and stopped speaking to you, thinking you were always going to throw yourself at him.

In the midst of your worrying, the doorbell rang.

You didn’t bother getting up from your wallowing on the couch since you’d long since given Yoongi the key to your place. The doorbell was just a formality to let you know he was there.

He stepped in, dropped his keys on your coffee table, and walked past you to the kitchen. You rolled off the couch, trailing after him. “You’re not even gonna say hi?”

He lifted his eyes from the bag he’d set on your counter and gave you an unreadable look. “Hi.”

“What’d you bring?” You asked, sliding in beside him to peek into the bag.

He tensed at the touch of your skin and you wondered. Had he always been this tense at your touch?

You ran a hand down his back and shot a quick glance at his face from the corner of your eye. He was blushing. A crazy thought swirled around in your mind. “Yoongi,” you began, before you could second-guess yourself, “do you like me?”

Yoongi’s blush deepened. “Why are you asking?”

You shrugged, trying to make yourself look as nonchalant as possible. “Because I like you.”

His head turned to look at you comically fast.

You shrugged again, feeling stiff in spite of your attempts to look as casual as he always did. “It would just be nice if you liked me too.”

His lips were on yours before you had time to think.

It was only when you were sinking into his kiss, when his lips were soft and patient on yours, that you had time to wonder how long he’d been holding that in. How long he’d waiting to put his hands on your cheeks and push his fingers into your hair and breathe you in like he was then.

You crushed your body to his and gasped at his warmth and the way he moved you back against your counter. The edge dug painfully into the small of your back but you ignored it to focus on the way his hands left your face to wander down your sides and rest at your hips.

He was first to pull away and you had to stop yourself from whining at the loss of him. “You should eat,” he murmured, turning back to the bag of food, and you could see he was fighting back a smile.

You waited for him to look at you again so he could see the glint in your eye of the plans you had in store for the rest of the night and for the rest of forever, if he’d let you. Then you beamed. “Only if you stay with me.”

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Here is Part Two in “This Love”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:  1286

-Jensen and the reader talk about what happened-

Warning: angst. talk of miscarriage.

A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.

         It had been a week since Jensen left the house and went to stay with Jared and Genevieve. Genevieve had stayed the first two nights, only going home during the day, but you insisted that she go home to be with her husband and her boys where she needed to be. While your husband was at her house as well.

           Your heart felt like it wasn’t even in your chest anymore. Like all the little broken pieces were being swept away every time you thought about Jensen not being there. Which was every second of the long week.

           Filming had been hard, but you were an actress. You could pretend for everyone else that you and Jensen were still together. You could pretend that nothing was wrong. You could last until you got home to break down and cry yourself to sleep night after night.

           The hardest part was going to bed alone. There was too much room. Jensen’s side of the bed being empty was the hardest pill for you to swallow. You missed him. You missed his warmth. You didn’t know if you would ever have him with you again.

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My life as an ISTJ

SUBMITTED by anonymous

(Gif: Mr. Norrell, Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. ISTJ)

When I took the test,I was typed as an INFJ the first time and an ISFJ the second time but when I read the description,it never fit me so I kept looking.I came across realistic,objective descriptions of ISTJ and I knew that I found what I was searching for.

Introverted Sensing: My memories are extremely important.I would feel incomplete without them.One of my worst fear (along with losing my sanity and my mobility) is having Alzheimer’s. I trust my past experiences to know how to act in the present. My brain is so accustomed to compare the present to the past that I very often get a feeling of deja vu. Everything in my present have ties to the past : my hobbies are connected to the past ones (as a child,I loved Greek and Latin mythology. Now, I love mythology in general.)

I’m sentimental and I can be really nostalgic. My past made me who I am and shaped my personality.I can be stuck in the past and unable to let go past hurts,wounds,insults,bad experiences,grudges. I can also be resistant to change unless I am proved that it is beneficial. I enjoy my personal routines.It gives me a sense of stability and peace without which I can not live.

I don’t really see myself as traditionalist in the sense of “in the society you live in, it had always been this way so you will do it like this.” If that was the case,I would let the boys in my class be the boss. Marriage and having children would be an very important goal and I wouldn’t be a feminist and a self-identified demigirl and possibly demisexual and demiromantic.

I often get annoyed at people who want to force me to try new things. I know what I like and don’t like and I know I will not like it so why bother ?

My tastes are very specific and on the expensive side.I love anything that delight my senses in a quiet way : good food, chocolate, salty and spicy things, a fresh drink during a hot day,comfortable clothes,soft and high quality fabrics,walk barefoot on the cool floor,long and hot showers,
pleasant perfumes,sweetly scented candles, hygiene products that smell good, beautiful music, the sound of the rain, a lovely landscape, an elegant and refined decoration,the feeling of well-being you get after a long walk…

I am very attentive to my physical needs and very aware of my body’s reactions. I can’t understand how some people can completely forget their body and its needs. For me, it’s unthinkable. History is my favorite subject in school and I learn about it as much as possible by myself. I am fascinated by the history of a lot of countries (especially my own) and I enjoy connecting what happened in one specific country to the international situation during this period. I like visiting museums,watching historical documentaries and films,
reading books and using the internet to satisfy my thirst of knowledge. I deeply respect antiquities and relics.

I see the past as a source of knowledge and wisdom. History always repeats itself and we are fool if we think we can escape the past (Go see Fighting the Hate by MangaEngel on Deviantart. It’s crying the ugly truth no one wants to acknowledge.) I think we should look deeply in the past,see what had worked and where we have failed and use this information to build a better future. I’m tired of seeing each generation think that they will not repeat the mistakes of their elders and that in the end they still make the same mistakes.

My memory is good but selective.I easily remember useful information,
things that interest me or are stupid but I am very bad with people’s name and face.I often think about the past and I love analyzing it.

(Gif: Abbey from Sleepy Hollow. ISTJ.)

Extroverted Thinking: I love structure and organization. I want clear and precise rules,limits and instructions,and detailed explanations and advice. I want things to make sense and be organized and logical. I have high standards for myself and others and I expect effectiveness and competence. My patience for incompetence, foolishness and lack of maturity and responsibility is very thin. I become annoyed very easily if people can’t do their job correctly. Planning and organization are natural for me. The moment I wake up, I began to organize my day in my head. I dislike improvisation and not knowing what I will do. Despite the appearances,I procrastinate often. However, I never miss deadlines. I loathe being late.

I am a down to earth, practical, pragmatic, realistic and no-nonsense person. I’m blunt and straightforward on most things. I dislike it when people are not plainspoken. Tact and diplomacy are not my specialties. My common sense is solid and extremely present. I don’t want to be in the spotlight and I am not interested by being the boss but if I see that the leader does a poor job, I will take charge. The dependable stereotype is true and if I promised to do something,I will do it. I am repulsed by the idea of not keeping my promises.

Introverted Feeling: My feelings are deep and strong, and I have trouble understanding and controlling them but I hide it. I internalize everything. I am unable to talk about what I feel,which can be very unhealthy. I am extremely reserved and private. I fiercely protect my thoughts, feelings and private life. I am not very expressive and affectionate. I show my love and affection by doing things. I keep everything to myself and I almost never open up. If I confide to someone, I will only say a little and only talk about the situation, never my feelings themselves. I need time alone everyday to function. I like my space and I respect people’s space. I am not a physical person: physical contacts are rare to nonexistent depending of the person with me, and I always keep some distance between myself and others. I am sensitive and take everything seriously. I try to be more detached without much success.

I also have a romantic and dreamy side that very few people know about. I have a strong moral and ethical code. If I don’t respect my values, I feel extremely sick and guilty. I have quite a black and white vision of the world even if I am aware that grey is the dominant color. I dislike talking about my values but I am ready to defend them. That’s one of the only moments you will see me passionate and fierce. I am very independent and a lone wolf. I never tried to fit in group at school and never felt any desire to do so. I think in term of individual rather than group. I have a strong sense of identity and I will not change to please others (my grandmother asked me many time to be more feminine.I never changed. She also asked to my mother to get me and my sister baptized before herd death, we completely refused.) I have a live and let live attitude unless one of my deepest values is violate. My life is my business and people’s life are their business. Everybody has the right to live his/her life as they want. Besides, you don’t have to judge people. You’re not in their shoes. I am not good when feelings are involved. Consoling someone is hard for me and I suck at giving emotional advice and support. I don’t know how others see me. (I am just sure that I come across as aloof and reserved.)

Extroverted Intuition: On one side,this function makes me prone to catastrophe thinking and panic when things don’t go according to the plan. I am pessimistic and I always think the worst will happen. On the other side,it gives me an intense curiosity. I love analyzing things, try to see beyond the surface and compare what people say to the reality. I have various interest I want to pursue (sociology, psychology, parapsychology, mythology, history, symbolism,
religions, languages, foreign cultures… ).“Why” has been my question since I was little. Ne also helps me to accept change and alter my views on what I want from the future.

So probably I have too much time on my hands atm, but I need to talk about this scene for a quick minute:

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A thing is that I happen to think it’s one of the most underrated Caryl scenes that exists.

The backdrop to what’s happening here is so important, because for all of us who ship it like Fedex, it’s easy to get lost in the shippy perfection of this episode and forget where the ep fits into the larger context of the show.

Carol has been banished by Rick, spent three and a half minutes thinking maybe life could be “normal” for a second, found Lizzie standing over Mika’s dead body, shot Lizzie, and offered her own life to Tyreese as atonement for killing Karen and David (not to mention killing a bunch more people in order to save all of Team Family at Terminus).

Daryl has watched Hershel be murdered, thought he and Beth were safe for three and a half minutes, hung out with the nighmarish Claimers, offered up his own life to save Rick, Michonne, and Carl, and been about thirty seconds away from having his throat slashed so he could watch his own life bleed away in a trough.

They’ve had a rough couple of weeks.

But then we get the quiet of this ep, and the entire episode takes place pretty much in two layers. First, there’s the obvious action – the plot. But beneath that surface so many currents are flowing, both Carol and Daryl simmering with emotions they’re not yet willing to directly address.

This tiny scene functions at face value as some amusing banter, a way to lighten the tone of what in so many ways is a deeply somber, sad episode. (Every time I watch it I pretty much want to marry Bear McCreary, omg the music.) Daryl hilariously mocks the painting, and Carol – most likely just to be contrary, although perhaps she merely has interesting taste in art – insists that she likes it.

And that’s where level two comes in. When he says “Stop” in response to her insistence that she actually appreciates the painting, she replies with, “I’m serious. You don’t know me.” She only uses those four words, but what she really means is:

“You have no idea about the terrible things I’ve done. If you knew the choices I’ve made – if you could see everything – you’d probably be running away at top speed, because at this point even I can’t be sure I’m not a monster who deserves to burn in hell forever.”

Without missing a beat, Daryl responds with, “Yep, you keep tellin’ yourself that.” But what he really means is:

“I’m fully aware by now that I don’t know the whole story of what happened while we were separated. But I know your heart inside and out, and no matter what you think you’ve done – no matter what kind of horrifying punishment you think you deserve for your imaginary sins – there is nothing in this entire universe that could make me love you any less.”

And she smiles. An absolutely for real smile.

Because although she’s not even close to forgiving herself, there is some kind of bone-deep comfort in Daryl’s words, in the knowledge that he will always believe in her, even when she’s lost all faith and ability to believe in herself.

She can’t love herself in this moment, but this tiny exchange shows her that he unquestionably still can

And idk, to me it’s just everything.

We thought we could trick them... (seriously if this is shit please tell me. I like it, but I know it has at least 3 major flaws : the Narrator refers to the fae directly, the Pure Math students are overpowered, and they're not nearly blase enough about the whole situation(I have no idea how to fix it though))

We thought we could get one-up on the gentry this time.  We had a lot of fun playing with subspaces and linear maps to get to class on time; we’d just memorize the formulas, step into their domain, and believe only in the math(easy, since we could prove it was true.  The only hard part was forgetting everything else) and…*poof* we were in class the whole time!  People vanished of course, but they had probably dismembered the proofs or something.  Even after half the class vanished, we still had this sense of power; we felt like gods.  

Then they killed Professor Nakayama.  Note that I didn’t say took.  They had tried that, and all that happened was that he was inspired to write 4 research papers, a textbook, and a short story set in 1930’s new york when he arrived a few weeks later.  No.  They got him right in front of us. 

What happened is, is that ‘John’, the stupid little traitor with his stupid hair, walked up to the Professor, and  asked one question.  In any other context it would have been brilliant; he and the professor talked about it for nearly 10 minutes.  No I won’t tell you the fucking question!  Everyone who understood it the first time around who thought about it hard on campus died! You think I’ll expose you to that shit just to satisfy your curiosity? (OK. if you really can’t stand it, I’ll tell you.  But first take information theory with Dr. Casario. Make sure to ask him about infohazards.)

Anyway, as the Professor was thinking, the fucking Karavanserai showed up and tried to grab him.  Of course the Professor ran.  No matter how sneaky you are, if that fake art student ever comes near you, you run.  Actually, run away if any art student comes near you.  Otherwise you’ll spend half the day hearing about how their latest painting will defeat racism or something at best.

Anyways, he ran.  Turns out you don’t end up smeared all over the universe if you think about the trivial isomomorphism while moving to our world from theirs. Instead, you end up twisted into a scale model of the university in the middle of the football field. (It took us 8 weeks of hiding in the chemistry department to prove that.  Half of us vanished in our sleep despite the chemists’ protection.  Never fall asleep while doing proofs.  It’s a bad study habit and the gentry take it as an offer)

So that’s why you need faculty permission to join the theoretical Linear Algebra seminar this year. I know it sucks, but what can you do.  If you want safety and job security and all that overrated stuff, go study applied math.


Time Upon Once, Ch. 10 (10/?)

Summary:  Killian Jones is a bailbonds man, living in Boston and doing his own thing. But on his 29th birthday, a kid knocks on his door and claims to be his son. What happens when Killian is forced to face his past along with a mystery prophecy about his own purpose in life?

Rating: M (eventually)

A huge thank you to @tnlph @businesscasualprincess and @blessed-but-distressed  for beta duties and @shady-swan-jones for the banner!

Tagging a few people that showed interest in this story:@lk0622 @nowforruin @sambethe @xemmaloveskillianx  @l-e-x-a-xd @profoundlyfadedprincess @once-uponacaptain @icecubelotr44  @poetic-justice-96 @allietumbles @el-kelpo @jennjenn615 @leiandcharles  (want to be tagged? let me know and I’ll do it)


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A/N:  This chapter falls on the short side and it might give the feeling of a filler, but it’s more like a transitional one. There was a huge time jump in the season that the show never addressed, so I’m trying to make up for it the best I can :) (think of it as the end of 1A before 1B begins-)

Chapter X

“What in the blazes are you doing here, August?”

“Killian Jones… of all the places in the world we could have run into each other…” August trailed off, and it was as if he wasn’t even shocked to find Killian there. It made Killian’s skin crawl and all his senses went on full mode alert. A big part of him wanted to tower over August and unleash the feelings he’d been harboring over a decade, allowing himself to finally let out his frustrations about the events that led him to be separated from Emma.

But right now, with Henry standing beside him, was not the time. He was not the same man he’d been a decade ago. He was not even the same man he’d been a few months ago. Revenge was no longer a priority in his life. His ten year old son was.

“You know what August? Save it for another night. Now is not the time.”

“Killian wait!”

Killian didn’t even stay to listen to August explanations, tugging his son by his sleeve, his only concern at that moment keeping Henry away from the man. He’d have time to track him down later and demand what the bloody hell he was doing in town.

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About the script of The Last Jedi

Reflecting on it now, you have no idea how happy I am that Carrie Fisher went through the TLJ-script with Rian Johnson and probably had him rewrite a few things in it. The fact that the director of a large franchise is even open to such an idea (unlike JJ Abrams) really shows how much he wants to write and deliver a good story to the audience. But it’s not just that - and hear me out first - I’m not saying that a man can’t write a good female character BUT - it happens way too often that some male directors/writes create female characters who are only one-dimensional, and who don’t have a real depth to them that will ever be explored. That’s why it feels so good to hear that Carrie Fisher, an exceptional writer but also a female (who understands females, lol), went through the script with Rian - since we have Rey, Leia, Rose, Laura Dern’s character and many more complex females in this upcoming movie that will be explored. And for that sole reason, I wouldn’t be surprised if “The Last Jedi” turned out to be my favorite movie of this trilogy.

Lovely Complex

Hello again! This is a one-shot requested by the wonderful @itshaejinju​ for the Fictional Kiss Prompts. Hope you enjoy!

“ 17. height difference kisses where one person has to bend do wn and the other is on their tippy toes for the kiss prompt. Gladiolus x short f!s/o.“


* Short is kinda relative with this guy…He’s 6′6″ XD

* Little reference to my most recent post here :3 

* Title taken from “My First Kiss” by 3OH!3 feat. Ke$ha

Also tagging: @themissimmortal @blindbae @ohgodsnowwhat @insomniacapples @stunninglyignis

My First Kiss (Gladio x Short Fem! S/O)

“How…much…longer?” you gasped as you made your way up the Rock of Ravatogh, noticing that the sky was growing darker by the minute.

“I believe we’ve almost arrived, Y/N,” Ignis responded from a few paces ahead, looking a little past you to check up on Noctis and Prompto. “Only a short distance to go.”

“Gaaaahhhh,” you moaned after pausing for the nth time to catch your breath. “Whose idea was it to take on the damn Zu hunt in the first place?”

“Want me to carry you the rest of the way, babe?” Gladiolus asked from behind you, a teasing smile on his face. “Might not be able to see you if you fall, since you’re so tiny and all.”

Huffing, you carefully made your way over to your boyfriend and swatted at his arm with what little strength you had left. “I’m…fine, you asshole. Besides…who’re you calling…tiny, you damn…titan? I’m almost as tall…as Prompto! Everyone…is short…to you!”

The Shield merely responded with a deep chuckle before hoisting you onto his back, causing a small ‘eep’ to escape from your lips. From behind, Noctis and Prompto let out a few cat-calls, the latter snapping a few pictures of you both. Gladio simply flipped them the finger before climbing with you in tow, a smirk forming on his lips when he heard the Prince and gunner slip for what seemed to be the hundredth time during the hike.


The rest of the trip was made in silence, the primary concern being to reach the haven before nightfall. A collective sigh of relief came out of everyone’s lips once the familiar glowing runes were spotted on the side of the mountain.

“Made it,” Noctis mumbled as you all finally reached Owlyss Haven. Gladiolus set you down then, you giving him a quick peck on the cheek as he did so.

As he sauntered away to put up the tent with Noct, Ignis instructed you and Prompto to get the fire going. The two of you were able to perform the task rather quickly, thanks to your lover’s lessons on your camping dates.

After setting up the chairs, both of you were left with nothing to do until Ignis had finished preparing dinner. It was during this lull that Prompto decided to strike up a conversation.

“So, Y/N,” the cheerful man began. “Tell me, how does it feel to be dating the big guy over there?” The question was punctuated with a nod in Gladio’s general direction.

Giggling, you replied, “Wonderful, actually. He’s pretty much the sweetest guy in all of Eos…” You trailed off before suddenly yelling playfully, “When he’s not a total jackass about my height!

Laughter and jabs of ‘ooh, burn!’ resonated throughout the campsite, a few chuckles even escaping from Ignis before he turned his full attention back to cooking. When the laughter died down, Prompto continued with his line of questioning.

“Anyway,” he chuckled. “I’m kinda curious, Y/N…How did your first kiss with him go? It must’ve been awkward with the size difference!”

“Would it be better if I show you?” Gladio decided to step in at that moment, a devious smirk on his rugged features as he tipped up the blond’s head as if to kiss him. This caused the younger man to sputter and blush like crazy, eliciting a few poorly concealed snorts and laughs from you, the Prince, and his adviser.

“Quit teasing him, love,” you chided gently. “What’s the harm in letting them know?”

“Fine, fine,” your beloved raised his hands in surrender as he made his way over to the chair beside yours, scooting it closer to put an arm around you. “You be the one to tell them, though.”

“Deal,” you giggled before turning back to Prompto. “You were actually on the money there. Our first kiss was really awkward…and painful.”


*3 years prior*

“You give my strength purpose and meaning. I’ll let the world burn before I see you hurt. Please…go out with me, Y/N.

You had nearly choked on your water when Gladiolus had suddenly blurted out these words. You two were taking a break from another intense training session at the Citadel. As two of the top members of the Crownsguard (especially with him being the next Shield!), there was absolutely no room for complacency.

After a good minute of coughing or so, you had stood up and stuttered, “Gladio, what the…where the…where is this coming from all of a sudden?”

Admittedly, you two had not clicked instantly when you met as children. Both parties having headstrong personalities, you had constantly butted heads with the Amicitia boy for as long as you could remember. However, this rivalry between you had mellowed out in recent years, ever since he saved you from being assaulted on your fifteenth birthday.

It was also then that you began to have a little crush on the slightly older teen.

The kind-hearted tough guy, the passionate reader, the ever so stubborn older brother…As time passed, you had fallen deeper and deeper in love with your childhood friend.

Who knew that he actually felt the same way?

“I’ve liked you for years, Y/N. Ever since the night of your birthday. I’ve denied it to hell and back since then, but spending time with you, getting to see you and your quirks in a different light…” the large man let out a sigh of longing before continuing. “I can’t lie to myself anymore. I want to be with you.”

“Gladio…” you mumbled.

“I mean, only if you want to,” he quickly amended. “If you’re not comfortable with this, then let’s just forget it ever happened.”

“Gladio”…you repeated a little louder.

“Because we can still just be friends.” He was rambling now. “I just hope that things won’t become too awkward between us since we’re going to be working together and all…”

“Gladio!” You finally yelled, causing the man to flinch slightly.

“My bad,” he muttered. “What’d you wanna say?”

“Stand up.”

He blinked at you twice, a dumbstruck expression on his face. “Why?”

“Just do it, you asshole,” you let out an exasperated sigh.

When the amber-eyed man stood up, you slowly made your way over to him, careful to keep your face neutral.

“Y/N?” Gladiolus raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

Stopping in front of him, you closed your eyes and began to stand on your tiptoes, straining to reach his lips. When he saw what you were trying to do, Gladio’s eyes widened in surprise before closing his own orbs and bending down towards your level…

…Which would’ve resulted in a perfect kiss had you not tilted yourself up slightly, causing him to accidentally knock his teeth into your chin.

Both of you had let out a soft groan, quickly pulling away from each other. When the pain had subsided, you both had burst out into laughter before officially kissing each other for the first time.

*End Flashback*

When you had finished telling the story of your first kiss, Prompto and Noctis were both laughing hysterically, Ignis simply shooting an amused look in your direction.

Oh. Em. Gee,” Prompto wheezed out. “Real smooth there, big guy!”

“Yeah,” Noctis cackled. “Oh man, that was hilarious…Way to go, ladies man!”

You and Gladiolus exchanged a look then, you silently nodding and giving him permission to start torturing them. He responded with a wide grin, kissing you fully on the lips before making his way over to the duo.

As he chased them around the camp site, Ignis turned to you and said, “Well, that was quite the story there, Y/N. Gladio is quite lucky to have you around.”

Shaking your head, you replied, “Nope. It’s pretty much the other way around.”

The bespectacled adviser let out a low chuckle before responding. “As you say, then. Do tell these morons that they should eat first before trying to kill each other.”

Giggling, you gave him a mock salute and said, “Aye, sir!” before heading off to pull your boyfriend before he could crush the last member of the Insomnian Royal Family.

Needless to say, you all completed the hunt without a hitch. The Zu didn’t stand a chance.

Hope this was alright ^^ Thanks again for the request, Jin!

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Recap: Part One, 24th May

Where to begin with this? I’m not sure whether to give opening assessments of the characters first, or line by line details. How about we start with the characters!


Thomas is just really delightfully funny. You forget that he doesn’t look like Ron, because he inhabits the character so well. Because he’s so jovial and bubbly all the time, the second timeline Ron is a stark and entertaining contrast. I think he’s brilliant, and he’s one of about five or six cast members who is completely nailing it already.


I adore Rakie. She exudes Hermione’s authority, and she has this beautiful sort of Hermione-ish quality to her that I’m not sure I ever personally felt from Noma. She just has this presence about her. I feel so comfortable when she’s on stage, I trust her implicitly, and she and Thomas have already given me one of my favourite ever Romione moments.


Helen’s Rose is simply adorable. She’s young and bubbly and seems like she’s having so much fun. I love how she has no time for Scorpius’s flirting, and she seems to have such a sweet relationship with her parents.


I was surprised and delighted by how much I liked Jamie. I was really worried about him, because in the past I don’t have a good track record of enjoying Harrys who weren’t played by Jamie Parker, but I didn’t have any issues with him. There were a couple of decisions that he made that I thought were really beautiful, especially in the second timeline. I could really feel a change between his normal timeline Harry and how he was in the second timeline. You could tell, especially at times in that timeline, that he loves Albus and wants the best for him.


I lot of the good Ginny moments come in Part Two (which I hadn’t realised; it’s fascinating how a new cast changes the whole balance and feel of the show), so I don’t think we’ve seen too much of Emma yet. But what I have seen I’ve liked, especially things she did around the duel scene. I can’t help but wonder if this cast have rehearsed the second timeline a lot, because that felt the most complete section of Part One for me.


From the first moment I saw the first photo of Theo in character, my impression was that he was uptight and insecure and nerdy, and that’s exactly what we got on stage. The photos and videos actually do give a really good sense of how these characters are being played, looking back on them with hindsight. I think Theo is really scared, but there are flashes of how he will be when he’s relaxed, and I do think we got a small sense of how he’ll be playing Albus going forward, which is entirely contrary to anything Sam or Tom ever did (although I actually really like that).


James has always been my favourite Draco. He exudes confidence and pain, and is one of those actors who’s shining. His Draco feels the most complete of all the characters on the stage, just because he’s had so much time to dig into him. I am so excited for his big moments in Act Two. I should also mention that it helps that James seems to have chemistry with everyone, from Thomas, to Jamie, to Samuel. All the people you want him to have chemistry with.


There is nothing to be said about Samuel beyond wow. His Scorpius is nothing like anything we’ve ever seen before. In a similar way to Theo, it’s the opposite to how Anthony or James played Scorpius. Brimming with confidence. Enthusiastic and excitable. His crush on Rose is so explicit and painfully cute. He’s just adorable, and he’s owning this character in a completely new way. Scorpius is Samuel’s now, and I’m delighted with him.

And with all that initial assessment out of the way, let’s have a look at the play itself!

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