in my Korean class yesterday my teacher was explaining how to use the word 유행이다 which means “ to be in fashion” or “to be popular” and she asked us what do we have here in Canada that is
유행이에요 and at first no one said anything but then, one girl pulled out a fidget spinner and my teacher spun it a few times and just gave us the most un-amused look and was like “ wow i’m angry that something like this is popular”
also in one of the example sentences we were practicing the word 놀라다 came up and none of us knew what it meant, it means to be surprised but my teacher was like “ it means SHOOK” everyone laughed so did she. I think she was trying to say “Shocked” but with her accent it sounded more like shook and someone explained the meaning of shook to her and she just laughed and said “ well year they’re pretty much the same thing.
So there’s a lot of buzz surrounding Jieun, her personality, and her ultimate fate after chapter 18. In terms of her potential death, it’s a huge probability she won’t live, there’s really no reason for her to stay alive much longer. Now what’s always interested me is how much of chapter 15 and 16 were dedicated to her background and even her own thoughts and internal dialogue. I don’t think Jieun will just be another unfortunate victim of Sangwoo.
A good portion of this post is going to be dedicated to taking a better look at Jieun’s personality in relation to Sangwoo, I won’t go into her treatment of Bum because that’s been hashed out tons of times by now. So there’s Sangwoo’s infamous speech about how she’s shallow and only into appearances, and while it was very intense and elaborate, I have plenty of reason to believe that he was wrong and only spoke so much to make a half assed justification for killing her. Let’s look at some parts of his dialogue:
So Sangwoo is the type of person to use any excuse to kill anyone, it doesn’t matter what they do. The first girl he killed because he felt she challenged his ego, Sangwoo said he killed the old man because he stuck his dick in his face, and now Jieun is about to die because he says she doesn’t deserve anyone for cursing people who don’t look good. It doesn’t matter to Sangwoo whether or not he’s wrong but, he’s kind of wrong.
This is our introduction to Jieun, the first impression of her is that she seems to be bored with being told she’s hot, it’s a reasonable assumption that she’s frequently told that she’s beautiful. She’s the kind of person that didn’t put much effort into anything because she’s never had to try. Things are handed to her for being so pretty, and it’s actually gotten old for her at this point
But then here she is, putting effort into her appearance, getting out of her way and actually trying to look good for Sangwoo. He is clearly special to her just by this small action. Although initially she wasn’t interested in him.
Here is more insight into Jieun’s mind and how she used to perceive Sangwoo, she wasn’t interested in his appearance, but they began to hang out more and she was swept away by the persona he created. When they were singing their duet, there was a montage of moments between them that she was reflecting on. It’s very clear she’s developed feelings for him, not based solely off of his looks, but because of how he treated her as well. Jieun gets flustered when Sangwoo says she’s pretty, not because of the compliment of being told she’s pretty, but because it’s coming from him.
Now given that Jieun has had a decent amount of time dedicated to her personality, thoughts, and even some development, what does this mean for her purpose in the story? She’s been given more attention than Sangwoo’s other murder victims, it would be a waste if she was just killed and never heard from again.
My personal belief is that Jieun will become a martyr of sorts, she has the ability to be the catalyst for Sangwoo being caught. Jieun is within his social circle, and Sangwoo was the last person she was in contact with. It wouldn’t take too much work to connect the two together (maybe her going missing would even bring back Seungbae into the plot). And if she did become the key to Sangwoo’s downfall, then that would almost be as satisfying as when she punched Sangwoo in the eye.
A Wondrous State by hetrez - 1.7k / G Beautiful little piece about Andrew spooning Neil and fighting to be okay with it. <3
Baltimore Blues by SpangleBangle - 17k / E A rewrite of what happened during Baltimore from Andrew’s POV. The beeeeeeessst one of these types out there. Just read everything Spangle writes, do yourself that favour.
Here are the Diahoes saying sexy lines but instead of sprites, it’s accompanied with completely unrelated pictures.
Shu: You dirty girl~. I bet you want to see me naked don’t you~. *pulls off his shirt to reveal his well-toned body* You’re blushing and your body temperature is rising from my touch. Pervert. I haven’t even done anything to you yet~. I wonder how you’ll be when I’m actually done with you. You’ll be a mess you naughty girl~
Reiji: Hmm, is it a punishment you desire? You naughty woman… Don’t deny it, I can sense your arousal, you’re yearning for a spanking. So lewd *unbuttons his shirt a little and smirks* On your knees now. I’ll show who your Master is~. *starts unbuttoning his pants*
Ayato: *slams his S/O against the wall* You’ve really done it now…..Talking to that fucking Mukami. Have you forgotten who you belong to? *Smirks and starts kissing her neck* I’ll mark you with my scent. When I’m done with you you’ll want me and only me. I’ll make you sure to fuck you so hard that even that damn Mukami will hear you.
Kanato: *looks at his S/O and smirks* You’re trembling… Are you scared? *comes in closely and whispers sexily* keep showing me your fear, cry for me, it really gets me going… *slides his hand up her shirt and grasps her boob* Mmm keep whimpering… I can’t wait to dirty you and make you my dolly, forever~
Laito: Bitch-chan~ *gropes her ass and nibbles on her ear* You’re practically begging for it aren’t you~. How naughty~ It’s hard to resist when you’re provoking me Bitch-chan~. *licks his lips* You know if you seduce a man like that they’ll turn into an animal~ *pushes her down and crawls on top of her* I’ll make you scream my name as I drag you down to hell with me~
Subaru: Tch, you’re trying to provoke me, aren’t you? You’re thinking dirty things. Maybe I should take you, right here… *holds her hands over her head* Prepare yourself, I’m gonna destroy you.. *sexily smirks down at her*
Ruki: Livestock. *beckons her over* Come here sit on your Master’s lap. You’ve been such a good girl all week so I’ve decided to reward you…*lightly spanks her and grinds up against her* But first you must beg for it. Tell me who you belong to and beg for Master’s cock.
Kou: Hehe, M-neko-chaaan don’t hide it, my little kitten is in heat~! I can tell by your actions that you want me… Ah, you’re blushing! Haha, am I making you nervous? Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle….Just kidding~ No I won’t *sadistically smiles and pins her to the wall*
Yuma: Dammit Sow you’re ruining my garden again!!! This is the 4th time you’ve messed up. It’s as if you’re trying to anger me…Naughty Sow you want a punishment don’t you…*grabs her roughly and pulls her towards him* I wonder if a tiny thing like you can handle my big cock. I’ll try not to break you….too hard.
Azusa: *is cuddling with his lover and is snuggling into her chest* Mmm, your breasts, they’re so…comfortable… *reaches up and cups one of them in his hand* they’re so nice…just like you….you’re beautiful *looks up at her* and I’m getting really…excited…thinking about the things we’ll do. *gets on top of her and slowly starts grinding* mm~ *groans* augh, I really wanna…take you… *goes in for a harsh kiss* I love you….
OITNB Season 5 spoilers !! Don't read if you haven't finished the season yet
Okay, I just have to make this post to get it all out of my system.
First thing, I wanna talk about Bailey going to visit Poussey’s father. This is after he’s cried for help from his parents, two of the old guards, and even attempting to turn himself in and kill himself. This guy is all kinds of fucked up from what he did. I cannot stress enough how upset I was while watching the episode that Poussey died in. She was great, but so is Bailey. The poor guy was 21 years old, under trained, in the midst of a protest going ary. He was just trying to hold her down cause that’s what he was supposed to do but he was also getting punched like crazy by Suzanne. So he unintentionally was putting more and more pressure on Poussey while trying to face Suzanne to block her fists. Should he have tried to stand up and deal with Suzanne full on? Yes, there are many things he could have done differently. But never the less, it WAS an accident and clearly from all the aforementioned things he feels H O R R I B L E about it. Now, back to my initial point of wanting to talk about him visiting Poussey’s father. I understand his reasoning behind going there AND I also understand the way the father reacted. I know that if I had a daughter and I was looking in the eyes of the man that looking in the eyes of the man that killed her, I wouldn’t wanna hear a single word he had to say. But my god.. the look of UTTER devastation on Bailey’s face as the door was being closed on him.. I wanted to hug him so god damn badly. Should he be charged in some way for what happened? Absolutely, fact of the matter is despite it being a total accident he DID kill someone.
Second thing, Piscatella. I know that he doesn’t like Red, she hasn’t exactly been polite to him. And I don’t agree with the homophobic slurs she used against him throughout his time of being a part of the show. But holy fuck, what he did to her in episode 10? That was some SERIOUSLY fucking twisted ass shit. I’m all about horror films, gore, and so on. I can take that. But maybe it’s cause I’ve had a long time to see Red as a person idfk but it got me feeling NAUSEOUS. That was so over the top I needed to take a breather to cuddle my cat and watch a little bit of Family Guy so I could calm down. Like I seriously don’t understand what exactly his problem was with Red that caused him to feel justified in doing anything remotely close to that. What I felt would have been reasonable was getting her sent to max. But Jesus… I can’t really say I’m GLAD he died. Cause the fact is after everything he did decide to peacefully walk out of that room. But he was a fucking monster.
And here I am scrolling a moment ago through the oitnb season 5 tag on here and NO ONE is talking about it. 90% of the posts are about fuckin Flaritza. Claiming how iconic they are and how heartbroken they feel that they got separated at the end. They’re two of the most vapid girls I’ve ever seen in my life. They give absolutely no fucks about anyone but themselves. Only getting upset about things when it directly affects them. Fuck that
This show got me feelin some kind of way, and idk where they’re going next with it. But damn, I’m gonna NEED this year till the next season to recover
[Image Description: A screenshot of part of a comment that reads, “someone says ‘I’m not bisexual, I’m pansexual’ it makes me goddamn crazy because bisexuality as a term isn’t limiting. If you’re attracted to men and women and androgynes, you’re still goddamn bisexual, you are just ALSO this other thing. I think a lot of people want to feel special and unique, which I understand, but I think that can come at the cost of actual progress for us.”]
I wish I could remember the link for this, but all I remember is that it was a comment left on an article about bisexual rep, more specifically a character from game of thrones, by the author of the article. but regardless, it’s trash. complete and utter anti-pan trash.
- first we have, “someone says 'I’m not bisexual, I’m pansexual’ it makes me goddamn crazy because bisexuality as a term isn’t limiting.”
let’s just fix that real quick, what I think they meant is, "someone using a label that they actually feel comfortable with and represented by makes me use ableist slurs because I like to police how people define and label their sexuality.“
okay, listen. it doesn’t matter if bisexuality isn’t limiting, if it can mean two genders or all genders. hell, it doesn’t matter if bisexuality and pansexuality had the exact same, word for word, text book definition. people have the right to define and label their sexuality as they please, and you don’t get to police or even have a fucking opinion on it. it’s simply not your place.
if you’re really bothered or confused by someone identifying as pansexual, politely ask them if they’ll share why they identify that way, or just read posts by pansexual people who have discussed this topic to death. either way, shut up and listen, instead of spewing bigoted assumptions.
- to follow that up, we’ve got, "you’re [pansexuals] still goddamn bisexual, you’re just ALSO this other thing.”
this one really pisses me off. stop telling pansexual people that they’re bisexual. whether you’re saying they’re just bisexual or also bisexual. start fucking respecting their label and why/how they identify with it.
stop forcing bisexual as an umbrella term to mean multisexual, because it isn’t one, multisexual is. and let’s not forget that plenty of pansexual people have repeatedly expressed that they are not okay with being called bisexual. (and that’s not because we think there’s anything wrong with being bisexual. it’s just not our label, it’s not how we identify, and again, you need to respect that.)
for the fucking record, my pansexuality isn’t some afterthought or minor detail of my identity. it is my identity, on its own, not as a subset or runner up to anything else. and just so you know, if you spew hate about pansexuality/pan people, but “just also” happen to be bisexual, you're still fucking trash. being bi doesn’t excuse you from being a bigot, or being called out on it.
- next up is, “I think a lot of people want to feel special and unique”.
is that the “polite” way of calling pansexuals “special snowflakes”? well, let me tell you, I don’t identify as pansexual because it makes me feel cool or unique or special. I identify as pansexual because, shocker!! I actually relate to it, in a way that I don’t with any other label. (aside from queer.)
I have never felt connected to the word bisexual. it was close, in that way where before I identified my sexuality, I fiercely supported bisexuality, because I felt a sort of kinship with bisexual people. but I never felt the word described me.
when I learned about pansexuality, though. it just immediately clicked and felt right. so, honestly? who the fuck do you think you are, to try to erase or diminish that by saying I call myself pansexual just to feel special? like it’s a fucking fact? like you fucking know me and my feelings? kindly go fuck yourself.
- and lastly, “I think that can come at the cost of actual progress for us.”
okay, identifying explicitly as pansexual is not, in any way whatsoever, hurting bisexual people or the bisexual movement. and I’m really interested in who you’re referring to with that “us”, because while you seem to believe that pansexuality and bisexuality are the same, you don’t seem to hold any kind of respect for pansexual people, and that leads me to believe that progress for you and progress for me mean different things.
progress for me is celebrities publicly identifying as pansexual and discussing their pansexuality, characters being canonically pansexual, people fighting for pansexual rep, people bringing awareness to pansexuality, people acknowledging that unlabeled multisexual characters could be pansexual, pansexual people not being forced under an “umbrella term” that they didn’t ask for and get lost under, pansexual people finally getting their seat at the table.
if that isn’t progress to you, if you think any of that is somehow hurting bisexuality, then there definitely is no “us”. I just really cannot imagine being so ignorantly self-centered that you truly believe that the visibility and support of a sexuality that isn’t yours is detrimental to that of yours.
pansexual and bisexual people and support/acceptance/visibility CAN coexist, and the only people hurting progress are those like you, who act like it’s one or the other.
all in all, anti-pan bisexual people make no sense and are actual human garbage and they really need to reign in their bigoted shit because I feel like people are gonna start accusing me of hating bi people for always calling bisexual people's anti-pan shit, and that is something I am not here for, seriously lmfao don’t even try me
Oh look a wild AU appears! This is something I’ve been playing around with for ages, so I kinda have more stuff for it than I originally planned /cri. At first it would be just a very plain, ordinary witch au but then I thought: well kwamis are already a huge extrapolation of the thing and I wanted them in, so why not go full crazy?
okay so I know I said this was going to be the dirty chapter but I ended up having to stay later at school and I really didn’t want to write a dirty chapter at school lol. so it will either be up later tonight or tomorrow. enjoy
Eddie was pretty quiet for a majority of the walk, occasionally nodding at something Richie would say. His thoughts were still on the conversation that had taken place at the party.
He had probably looked like such an idiot stuttering and blushing like some kinda virgin… I guess that was the problem, Eddie was a virgin. In every single sense of the word.
How pathetic was that? Eddie had just turned twenty and he still hadn’t even kissed anyone. The closest he had gotten was at a grade 9 party when they were playing spin the bottle and it had landed on him. He ended up having a panic attack when Lisa woita leaned in to kiss him. That was the last time anyone had come remotely close to his lips. Besides the time Richie had jokingly gone in to kiss his cheek but Eddie had turned and Richie ended up kissing way closer to Eddie’s lips then he had intended.
“You still with me spaghetti man.”
Richie had stopped walking and was leaning down to look Eddie in the eyes. He cocked an eyebrow up and laughed when a light blush spread across Eddie’s cheeks.
“Geez Eddie you’re as red as a tomato, you look like you did at the party,” Richie stated putting his arm around Eddie’s shoulder.
“It’s just cold is all,” Eddie mumbled looking down at the ground and leaning slightly into Richie. Purely for heat, he told himself.
“It wasn’t at the party,” Richie responded quietly staring at the side of Eddie’s face. As AD/HD as Richie was he was extremely good at noticing things about Eddie, especially when something was wrong.
“Richie, what was your first kiss like?” Eddie asked, changing the topic from himself. He was still staring hard at his feet as they turned a corner.
The smile somewhat dropped from Richie’s face and he looked at Eddie confused. “Well, It was with um Laura macdalan, In … grade 8 I think.” I Richie recalled looking up at the sky.
“Yeah, it was one of those shitty parking lot carnivals, on one of those little Farris wheels. Geez, I was such a romantic.” Richie laughed and pulled Eddie closer when he felt him shiver.
Eddie had been watching Richie from the corner of his eye keeping his head low. He took a deep breath before speaking.
“I’ve never done that before.” He said dropping his eyes to look back at the ground.
“what, you’ve never kissed a girl on a Farris wheel, I guess your just not as romantic as me.” Richie smiled and looked down at him. He noticed the brush on Eddie’s cheeks spreading down his neck.
Eddie looked up at Richie, keeping his head low and whispered
“No… I mean I’ve never kissed…anyone.”
Richie stopped walking, which, since his arm was still around Eddie made Eddie stop as well.
Richie dropped his arm and stared at the top of Eddie’s head. There was no way he’d never kissed anyone. I mean who wouldn’t want to kiss Eddie, he was adorable.
“Wasn’t there that one girl at that grad party?” Richie asked thinking back if he and Eddie had ever talked about anything like this.
“That was Mike.”
“What about after gym behind the bleachers that one time.” Eddie shook his head.
“No that was Bill”
Silence passed between them and they stood in the cold of a solid minute. It wasn’t until Richie noticed Eddie shivering that he grabbed his hand and started walking again, pulling Eddie behind him. He didn’t get far. Eddie planted his feet and held onto Richie’s hand pulling him to a stop.
Richie turned his head to look down at Eddie giving him a confused look.
“Will you…” Eddie started but paused. Still looking at the ground.
Richie turned completely to face him. squeezing his hand to try and encourage him.
“Could you maybe…um…be my first kiss…” Eddie asked, looking up at Richie through his lashes.
Richie’s Brain stalled. Eddie had to be joking right? He was going to start laughing when he really looked at Eddie’s face. He was dead serious. And he was shaking. Richie wasn’t sure if it was nerves or cold.
“don’t you want your first kiss to be with someone special…?” Richie asked. he let go of Eddie’s hand. Eddie’s eyes widened in fear.
Richie pulled his jacket off of himself and wrapped it around Eddie’s shoulder, keeping his hands there. He stepped closer and bent his knees so their eyes were at the same eye level.
“you are someone special,” Eddie said quietly. Looking up to meet Richie’s eyes.
Richie moved his hands to the base of his neck. Pausing before slowly leaning down to press their lips together.
Eddie gasped in surprise. Even though he had asked, which he had no clue why he had even done that. He didn’t in a million years think that Richie would actually do it. Not that he didn’t want him to. Eddie had been thinking about this for a while. He tried not to.
Richie was the ultimate “single guy”. Eddie had spent countless nights sleeping on Bill and Stan’s couch whenever Richie had brought back some random girl or guy.
No, he definitely didn’t think he would ever be kissing Richie. But here he was.
Richie took a step closer to deepen the kiss. Eddie’s hands reached out and grabbed the hem of Richie’s Tee-shirt.
He was just now realizing that Richie was standing in the cold in just a tee-shirt. He broke the kiss, pulling his face away to look at Richie’s face.
His face was bright red.
“Oh my God. you’re probably freezing!” Eddie started pulling Richie’s jacket off of his shoulders. Richie stopped him, shaking his head.
“I’m actually quite hot right now, Mr. Kaspbrak” Richie lied. Smiling down at Eddie.
Eddie started freaking out about Richie catching a cold. He grabbed his hand and pulled him towards their place. Richie being pulled behind him happily.
(if you haven't kissed anyone by twenty, there’s nothing wrong with that)
Former Number One Hero, All Might, climbed out of the car, thanking the driver as he shut the door. When it drove off, Toshinori Yagi straightened with a groan and a pop of his back, and approached the apartment building where Inko Midoriya lived. Three flights and a long hallway brought him to the correct door. At one time, such a trip would make for a mindless stroll, but now… Toshinori rubbed his lower back with his knuckles, kneading the ache that had formed there. Again, he found himself battling the creeping fatigue that seemed to be his constant companion since his battle with All for One and the loss of his last remnants of One for All. With a last exhausted sigh, he shook off his fatigue, put on a convincing smile, and rang the doorbell.
The weekly meetings between Toshinori and Inko Midoriya started after young Midoriya began his additional training with his predecessor in the evenings. Toshinori would meet with and update Inko on her son’s progress, doing what he could to answer any of her questions and concerns. It had actually been the boy’s idea. He could tell his mother still fretted about him despite his daily phone calls. The suggestion had been accidental, an offhand comment during a rest period. Though the boy had frantically insisted All Might not do anything that would be inconvenient, his mentor enthusiastically agreed to do it.
Toshinori thought it was the very least he could do to belay any of his student’s mother’s worries. The retired hero was, after all, the source of them. It had never been his intent, but then again he had only thought to make Izuku his successor. He owed it to Inko to ease her mind with a smile and reassurances.
It only took a quick call for the times and dates to be set. This would be the third meeting.
Summary: At Asa Fox’s memorial, Dean crosses paths with a huntress who, shockingly, has never heard of him before. Pairing: None, really. Dean flirting with the reader though. Word Count: 590 Warnings: This is not meant to be entirely accurate to the Asa Fox episode, was just the setting I chose for this little scene. Challenge: Andi’s Back in the Game Challenge! My prompt is bolded in the fic. @ellen-reincarnated1967
If you haven't already, can you write jealous headcanons for the other dads?
Robert: -He’s not secretive about it. At all. -As soon as Robert is even the
slightest bit annoyed with the unwanted attention you’re receiving he really
kicks into overdrive -Remember that date where you two made
up your identities? Expect that but times a million. He’s going to have the
most dangerous fake job he can think of
-if they ask, he’ll tell them he’s killed before. He’ll use that same “It’s not
just the life draining from their eyes” line to sound more legitimate -If you don’t play along he’ll get
pissy with you. He acts like you’re choosing this new person over him. -“Robert, that’s not what’s happening.”
“My name’s not Robert. It’s George Sakul.” -That’s his George Lukas impression and
you both fucking know it -Just pinch his ear and give him a
stern look. He’ll shut up, but he’ll grumble about it. And if he has to leave
your side he’ll throw his leather jacket over your shoulders
-It’s very rare that Robert gets this
jealous, because he trusts that you’re an adult and you can make good decisions -That doesn’t mean he likes watching
people hit on you, though
Mat -If there’s any of the dads that
just…never seems to get jealous, it’s Mat -Someone hugs you a little too long?
It’s fine, they’re just being friendly
-Drunk guy hangs onto you at a concert? He’s drunk! Mat would help him find his
own people, but he ain’t mad
-The only time I could ever imagine Mat
getting jealous is if someone OPENLY and unapologetically hits on you in front
of him -i.e., someone serenades you during
open mic night, or asks you out
-If that happened he would insist on holding your hand
-and he’d use his connections to separate you and the person coming onto you
-while his demeanor wouldn’t change, he would continue to make sure you and the
offending person didn’t have any more contact for the evening
Brian -When Brian first met you he seemed
like he had a superiority complex, but his bragging to you was just an
accident. He wanted to impress you
-Brian wanting to impress you and Brian wanting to intimidate someone are very,
-He’s a big man, so he uses his size to his advantage and stands a little
taller by your side
-Arms crossed, big smile
-AND TALKING A LOT OF SHIT -“It’s cute that you think that’s
impressive! Hahahaha!” -He’s very condescending but in a…nice
way? -so like you can’t really be that mad
at him cause he’s not saying anything
-he’s just…like…over-sharing. In a very
intimidating way, to say the least
Hugo -Hugo gets jealous surprisingly easy? -lots of fidgeting with his glasses and
the buttons on his vest -I think he would just mostly want to
remove the both of you from the situation? -he doesn’t want any confrontation. He
just wants to go -I think he would instead of just
particularly clingy that evening when you two were alone -Maybe man handle you a little more
(consensually!), be a little extra eager to have you in his lap
-and give you visible love bites in areas where you can’t hide them bc Hugo’s a
lil bitch like that
Craig -Craig is used to feeling jealous -he got jealous pretty often in college
actually, but back then he didn’t realize that’s what it was -so now when he feels jealous again
it’s like an “Aha!” moment for him -Craig would probably be the most
logical when jealous. He realizes he’s jealous, doesn’t act on the negative
feelings, and then brings it up to you later when the two of you have a chance
to talk about it -a very healthy, “this thing upset me a
little, and in the future I would appreciate it if you would do x” -like maybe he wants you to hold his
hand, or stand a little closer to him, or put a hand around his waist
-Dudebro is good at having that healthy
back and forth
Damien -I wrote a little imagine for Damien
being jealous, but here are the basics of my headcanons for him!
-I think that he dives real deep into that
Gothic Prince persona when he’s jealous -“D. Bloodmarch” has a lot more
chutzpah that “Damien” -Mostly he just tries to outsmart
them??? Starts spewing facts left and right -he makes sure he has your full
attention as often as he can. Pulls your attention back to him and does that cute pout when you turn away
-(he won’t admit it but he’s definitely
told people he was a vampire before if he wanted them to leave him/you alone)
Request: Hello! I can say without a doubt that I love your writings!❤ I also was wondering if you could do a newt x reader where she goes missing and when it gets too long everybody loses their hope except for Newt. Later on he finds her being tortured, saves her and it’s a grand and really fluffy reunion?:) Sorry, I just crave for angst and fluff😂
Warning: Allusion to torture
Word Count: 3,095
Pairing: Newt x Reader
Requested by Anonymous
Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in
Pickett crawls from the pocket of Newt’s discarded vest, top leaves drooping from exhaustion. Stumbling forward, the tiny creature pulls itself up by the bed’s legs and hops onto the mattress. Gripping the headboard’s bars, Pickett inches past the pillows and avoids Newt’s hand when it jerks forward.
Once he’s in range, the bowtruckle reaches forward and tickles Newt’s nose. He jumps back, slipping off the mattress and swinging wildly when Newt smacks at his face.
Pickett’s still swaying off the bed when Newt jolts up, rubbing his forehead with one hand and reaching for you with the other. “I had the worst nightmare, love. Love?”
His terror peaks for the third night in a row this month when his hand only hits empty sheets and a cold half of the bed. He opens his mouth to shout for you before he remembers: you’re gone.
He takes in two shaky breaths before he hears Pickett’s squeals. “Pickett, what are you doing up here? You should be asleep.” He lifts the bowtruckle from the front of the mattress and slips out of bed, carrying him to a tree. “Yes, I know you don’t want to be here, but this is where you’re staying. Do you want to stay in that tree? I didn’t think so.”
He peels Pickett from his hand and places him on the tree before turning back into the bedroom and closing the door.
Careful to step over the clothes, crumpled up pages, and overturned pots of feed, Newt crosses the room and slides out the desk’s chair.
The two of you had decided to place a small bedroom in the case for any situations where you needed to be ready to respond to a creature at any moment. For the most part, it had been used when one was about to give birth, but more and more often, you and Newt had been spending nights down there after long hours of work studying a new creature.
Newt drops his head in his hands as he stares at the pages scattered in front of him. Notes that mean nothing at 3 in the morning fill the papers, but Newt still rifles through them, furious with the tears dripping down his cheeks. He has no time to cry. He has to find you.
A/N: If any of you remembered that I first called Ava “Avalyn” in the fist part, I changed it to Ava. I wasn’t supposed to keep that in and only now noticed it… Sorry about that. I had already changed it to Ava on Wattpad when I first posted it so I thought the most logical decision was to just change it to Ava on Tumblr and not add anything. Hope you’re okay with that. Now, I don’t know when part 8 will be up, I have not started writing it yet and I have to get some of the requests done. Let’s see what happens.
so i'm working on the prompt thing and it's like half done, but i'm having a little (a lot) of trouble with the characterization, especially with Padme (I haven't had the occasion to watch any of the movies in a long time and she seems very much like a cardboard cutout to me when i try to write her), is there any way you would help out a fellow writer by sharing some headcanons? just like, basic padme headcanons, bc i have like...zero to work off of right now and it would be v helpful
Oh my gosh, I’m so excited that you’re writing the thing! I can’t even tell you. (No pressure, though. Lord knows I’ve been talking about my unfinished fic for like two years, so take as long as you want/need.)
Concerning Padme, @flaminganakin just put up a really great analysis of her character here, so I recommend checking that out.
And here’s a few random headcanons of mine:
Padme is quite close with her sister Sola, but her relationship with her parents is more distant and frequently strained. They love each other, but they don’t really understand each other. (This post has a lot more detail on that headcanon.)
She really loves Naboo tradition, and is a bit of a geek about it - she studies old customs and reads classical texts and is actually fluent in the traditional language of flowers (something which is about as well-known among modern Naboo as Victorian flower language is for us today).
She’s both an idealist and a cynic, both practical and fanciful. (And this is part of why she’s so consistently underestimated by her opponents, who tend to see only one side of her and then get blindsided by the other. “Queen Amidala is young and naive. You will find controlling her will not be difficult.” Yeah, that one worked out.)
Padme actually has quite a lot in common with Anakin. They’re both very passionate, idealistic people with a tendency to prioritize other people - sometimes over ideals, and certainly over themselves. They’re both nerdy romantics. They both have a complex relationship with authority (something that will probably play into a graffiti AU). Anakin’s authority issues are pretty obvious, but I think a lot of people overlook Padme’s because most of what she says is insistence on democracy and the rule of law. But Padme in action has a very definite tendency to follow the old adage: if you want something done, you’ve got to do it yourself. In TPM when she sees the galactic authority of the Senate won’t help her, she decides to go back and retake Naboo herself - a tactic which, it’s worth noting, was at best unsanctioned by the Republic, and arguably illegal (certainly illegal if she’d lost and the Trade Federation had been able to call the shots). In AOTC Padme is the one who decides to go rescue Obi-Wan, again outside the auspices of any official Republic sanction - and that rescue attempt does ultimately precipitate a diplomatic incident. So yes, Padme has a certain anti-authority streak, and it’s sometimes in conflict with her political goals in some really interesting ways.
She also has a definite reckless streak, frequently related to her complicated relationship with the concept of authority.
She loves fashion and the arts, and has a pretty broad appreciation for different types of art. (Something which may also play into a graffiti AU.)
She’s extremely protective of the people and things she loves, and pretty resistant to believing anything negative about them.
Part of why I’m so psyched for this AU is that, while the initial idea of Padme and Anakin meeting again while tagging the same building was mostly crack, there’s enough in their characters that I can actually imagine it happening.
It didn’t start off that way, no. The morning had been fairly pleasant, it was hard for her to contain her excitement. Her boss gave her a pair of basketball tickets for helping her close a huge deal. This was to be her first experience at a basketball game and she was extremely excited. She was ready to see what it’s like to actually be there in the stands surrounds by enthusiastic fans. After all, they didn’t have basketball where she was from.
But her friend cancelled on her.
Allura was upset, but her determination didn’t waver. Until her fiancé found out about the tickets…
She loved him, she really did, but the spark was slowly dying. He never did things with her anymore, always out with his friends or busy working at his dad’s company. She was tired of being his trophy. When he showed interest in the game, Allura wasn’t sure if she was scared or excited. She wanted to use this opportunity to rekindle the flame, go out with him, have a good time together, but she was scared that this would backfire.
Her fiancé, Roger, was the one driving. As the wind flew through her silver locks, she couldn’t help sink lower and deeper in the seat.
Roger looked at Allura from the side of his eye. “Babe, what are you doing?” He turned his attention back to the road.
Title: Subtle Jealousy Character: Danny Rand A/n: I didn’t wanna make it exclusive so the author character in this is totally made up.
“So, what’s happening again?” Danny asked as he watched you run around the main floor of the shop, shoving books into shelves with impressive speed and accuracy. He had offered help, but you refused, wanting to get it done as soon as possible.
You huffed, placing the last few books where they needed to go and turned to him. “One of my favorite authors came in earlier today, him and I started having small talk whenever I ran him up and he invited me out to coffee whenever I was finished here.”
Danny looked up at you. “I thought you always locked up the shop? Unless it was an emergency.”
“I told Layla about what happened and she offered to cover for me,” You explained, smiling at whenever you were finally finished. “Besides, I think I’ve earned a night off to myself don’t you think?”
Danny gave you a small smile, watching you hop about the shelves. “What’s his name?”
“Neil Melville, he wrote these great couple of books a couple years ago when he was still in college,” You explained, your fingers flittered around a couple shelves until you located the first one and tossed it to him. “But he’s really great, you’d like his stuff.”
Danny looked down at the cover, it was brightly colored and showed various mystical creatures all over it, so he knew it was fantasy.
“Where are you two going?”
There a short humming noise from your end while you tried to get the store situated before you left. “I don’t actually remember the name, I’m gonna give him a ring before I go.”
“You have his number?”
You gave Danny a short smile before passing him with a short nudge on his shoulder. “Listen, I’ll make sure to call you if anything happens. But you really shouldn’t worry.”
Danny looked over to you and saw that you were adjusting the collar of your shirt over your cardigan and fixing up your hair. He didn’t even notice he has started to frown whenever he looked up and saw how grumpy he looked in the mirror.
He hopped down from the counter, sliding the book on to it. “I think I’m gonna head out,” Danny said, placing his hands into his pockets and giving you a small smile. “But lemme know how it all goes.”
“Why exactly does this matter to you so much?” Colleen asked as she tried to measure up how much duct tape she would need to fix the one arm of her punching dummy. “And more importantly, why did you think to come to me? I get I’m your friend, but relationships aren’t exactly my specialty.”
Danny, who was sitting crossed legged on the floor, looked down at the mat and shrugged. “I dunno, you’re the only person besides (Y/n) that I talk to.”
Colleen tore a long peice of duct tape from the roll and turned back to him. “From what I’ve heard, this seems like a textbook example of jealousy, my friend.”
Danny’s posture straightened up and he frowned. “Why would I be jealous? That doesn’t make any sense.”
Colleen gave him a coy smile. “Yes it does. You have feelings for your old childhood friend, simple.” She turned back and began taping the wooden arm to it’s proper place.
Danny jumped to his feet. “No I don’t! I’m just concerned about her well being!”
“Mhm,” Colleen looked up at him skeptically. “Alright then, answer me this,” She started, leaning against the center of the training dummy once the arm was secure. “If (Y/n) were to continue to see this guy,” She instantly saw the shift in Danny’s eyes but kept going. “And eventually she starts spending more time with him than you, how would you feel?”
Colleen smriked at the grumpy frown that started to take up his face. She knew all about Danny’s feelings for you when she saw the way he looked at you when he brought her to your shop one day.
You and her got into a lengthy discussion about some novel and while you were going on a tangent, Colleen glanced over at Danny and saw him giving you the most enamored expression she’d seen on a person that wasn’t in a film.
Danny thought about it, and the answer was pretty simple. He hated the thought, it was bad enought that tonight was when the two of you usually went out into the city to do something together, but now the idea that someone would take up all of your time made him upset.
“I wouldn’t like it at all.”
Colleen nodded, pointing the roll of duct tape at him. “Then I hate to break it you, but you’re jealous.”
Still in denial, Danny looked up at her. “I don’t think she’d start going off with someone all the time, she’s not the type.”
“People change when they’re in love.”
“Who said anything about love?” Danny’s tone might have been a tad more sharp than be anticipated because Colleen was smirking again.
“Oh yeah, classic case of jealousy.”
Danny looked across the street at the coffee shop where you were seeing Neil. Not long after you got there, you sent Danny a small message letting him know where you were and that everything had been fine so he shouldn’t worry.
Still, everything about the situation seemed off to him. There was a nagging feeling in his chest that screamed that it didn’t like what was going on.
But it was all new to him, he had never felt this sort of way before.
But he knew he didn’t like it.
Especially since even across the street he could easily you and Neil sitting at a table next to the window. You and him appeared to be chatting up a storm, and Danny had never seen your eyes light up so much around another person.
Deciding to take the initiative, Danny crossed the street and entered into the busy coffee house, hiding himself behind a tall bookshelf so he could see exactly what was happening.
You two must have been discussing one of Neil’s books, because you began bringng up character arcs and other literary terms Danny didn’t fully understand.
But then, there was a brief moment when Neil’s hand brushed against yours and it prompted Danny immediately to walk over to the table without even thinking.
You saw him instantly due to your seating, and you gave him a confused expression when you did. “Danny? What are you doing here?”
Danny blinked, not exactly sure why he came over or how he was going to talk his way out of it.
“Are you a friend of (Y/n)?” Neil asked, prompting Danny to turn his attention to him instead.
“Yes! I am! A very close childhood friend!” Danny said, introducing himself as the two of them shook hands.
“I hate to interrupt, but Colleen had something happen at the dojo and we could really use another hand.”
You turned back to Neil and gave him an apologetic smile. “I’d hate to cut this short, but would you mind if I stepped out?”
Neil shook his head. “Of course not, we can always make time to talk again.”
Danny watched the two of you bid each other goodbye before Neil left the coffee house.
“So, what’s up with Colleen?”
Danny’s eyes widened for a moment when he remembered his small white lie. But his phone went off and when he looked at the screen it was a message from her asking where he ran off to.
“Actually, she just let me know that she called a guy to come over to look at the thing.”
You looked puzzled again. “Really? Maybe I should call Neil again then.”
Danny perked up. “Well on my way here, I saw that the movie theatre down the street is showing your favorite film, thought you might be interested in going with me since we’re already here.”
You smiled at him. “Today’s when we usually go out isn’t it?” You asked, to which Danny eagerly nodded and held his hand out to you, making you chuckled and placine your hand in his. “Lead the way.”
Danny laughed and the two of you left the coffee house, once outside you gave his hand a small press.
“You don’t have to go through all that trouble and lie to hang out with me, just let me know next time.”
Danny flashed you a guilty smile. “It worked though, didn’t it?”