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The Roommate

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVE! (You know who you are. Since you’re celebrating your day of birth, I felt like I should give you this gift [since it’s the only gift I can give you].)

**Although this was written with a specific person in mind, I hope you all still enjoy this thing.**

Warnings: Smut, Language, badly written fluff

Word Count: 1241

ROOM FOR RENT

The sign stuck out like a blaring sign from the heavens. Had your prayers finally been answered? Three weeks of looking for a new place to live, and you happened across this house by sheer accident? Had you not been roaming around this neighborhood with your camera, you would have missed it. 

Climbing up the stairs, you walked up to the window that held the sign, you pulled your cellphone from the massive pocket of your jean jacket, dialing the number immediately. There was no answer, causing you to panic for a moment. Had you thought too far ahead? Would you have to keep looking? Slightly defeated, you readied yourself to hang up when a deep voice caught you by surprise, “This is Song Mino. I missed you, but leave your name and number, and I’ll get back to you.” 

“Th-this is, __________. I, uh, saw your sign for the room? If you could please call me back….” You drifted off, not sure what else to say. In another moment of slight panic, you hurriedly disconnected the call, shoving your phone back into your pocket and quickly retreating away from the house. You face palmed and glanced longingly back at the house that you were all but running away from.  Slowing to a walk, you thought seriously, If I pass on this, will I be able to find another place to stay? Chances were, you’d be looking forever. Especially for a low-rent room in a neighborhood as nice as this one. Standing still, you did a scan of your surroundings, lifting your camera to your eyes and snapping pictures of the things you saw. The tabby cat sitting in a flower shop window, gazing lazily at the passersby. The toddler with melting ice cream dripping down his chubby little fingers. The wind blowing a stack of flyers out of an elder woman’s hands, scattering the multi-colored pieces of paper all over the sidewalk. 

The beauty you were able to capture through the lens of the camera you held firmly in your hands never ceased to amaze you. Each shot held a story, whether it was a long story, or a few simple words. You lived for the art of photo taking. Heart-stopping, awe-inspiring. That’s how you would describe the things you saw through your camera lens. It was like a whole new world had been laid out before you. You smiled up at the sky as you lifted the strap attached to your camera around your head before you let the camera go, resting it against your stomach. The day was bright, and the air felt fresh. You had a feeling that you’d be getting a call back from this Song Mino person very soon. 


The call had come sooner than you’d expected. 

You were rounding the corner, leaving that street behind when your phone buzzed in your pocket. It was him. “H-hello?” You answered timidly. “Uhm, yeah. You called about my room?” His voice sounded even deeper, like he’d just woken up. You nibbled at your thumbnail, thinking. You’d never roomed with a man that wasn’t a family member before. Should I tell him that I changed my mind? “Hello?” You jumped at his voice, forgetting that you were on the phone. “Oh! Yes. I, uh…would like to maybe…meet and discuss the erm…room for rent.” There was a pause and you grew nervous. Was this a good idea? “Do you have time right now?” He questioned. You nodded twice before remembering that he couldn’t see you. “Sure.”
“You can actually swing by now if you wanted.” Now? “O-okay.” Disconnecting, you stopped in your tracks and turned around, going back the way you’d come. 

Knocking on the door, you stepped back and waited for him to let you in. Your nerves hit you again, and you turned to the one thing that kept you rooted to the real world, your camera. Just as you were about to snap a few shots, the door opened. You whirled around, but as you were about to extend your hand to him, the wind chose then to blow your hair right into your line of sight. You stumbled backward and tried to pull the thick locks from your face, losing your footing. A pair of strong hands grasped on to the tops of your arms just as you had taken a step too far, almost wiping out at the top of the stairs. “Whoa! Are you okay?” There it was again. That voice. That velvety voice. Steadying yourself, you pushed your hair from your face and gazed up at the owner of said voice. There was no such thing as love at first sight, but had it existed, that’s what you felt right then and there. There weren’t words that could possibly describe the level of fine this man possessed. “Holy shit.” You breathed. A look of confusion passed over his features before he smiled at you, all but blinding you with the brightness of his impossibly white teeth, “I’m sorry?”

Face hot with embarrassment, you stuck out your hand, “_____________.” A short introduction. Which left no room for tripping over your own name. “Mino.” He responding, copying your short greeting, taking your hand in his. You did a once over of his face and silently cursed him for having such perfect skin. How dare he? And what were his secrets? Letting your hand go, he stepped to the side, pushing his front door open wider with the heel of his socked foot. “Come on in.” He smiled, ushering you inside. You stepped past him, ignoring the way your arm heat up when you lightly brushed against him. The house was simply decorated, modern, monochromatic. Expensive. You’d seen a lot of these furniture pieces in pictures in one of those magazines that featured the homes of the rich and privileged. “This is really nice.” You mused out loud. Mino brushed past you, leaving a trail of his cologne behind him. He smiled at you again and you were starting to reconsider contacting him about the room. 

“So the room……you don’t have to pay rent. It’s more so that I need someone here to look after the house when I go away for work.”  
“Come again?” 
“I’m looking for a roommate, this much is true. But I don’t need or want money. Just companionship, and someone trustworthy enough to handle business while I’m gone.” You were quiet for a moment as you weighed this information in your mind. You’d get to live there rent free, and all you had to do was take care of the house when he was gone for work? Sounded like a good deal to you. “Have you not had any luck finding a roommate?” You asked. You were curious. This seemed like a such an ideal setup, you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that the room was still available. “I get vibes from people, and the people that have come through so far weren’t right. But I like you. You seem real cool.” 

You hid your smile, ducking your head and allowing your hair to curtain around your face as you fiddled with your camera. “I can show you around if you’re still interested in the room.” He gestured towards a hallway, still smiling. You hesitated for a moment before raising your head and meeting his warm gaze with a smile of your own. “Yeah, sure.” 




[to be continued]

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No Matter What (Part 8)

Prompt: Imagine you’re an Avenger and you meet Bucky for the first time during Civil War

Word Count: 2548

Warning: Language, fighting, violence, angst

Notes: This will follow Cap America: Civil War…. I envisioned a younger reader who’s like 19-24 years old, btw. Thanks to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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Bucky must’ve cracked his head because Steve pulled him out and he was unconscious.

“We have to go,” Steve said with urgency as an unconscious Bucky hung on him. Within a moment, Sam was right beside you two.

“He needs CPR,” you stated as you saw Bucky wasn’t breathing.

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Type: Series

Warnings: Swearing

MASTERLIST

AN: We’re getting close to the end… just thought I should warn you…

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Blame- Bucky Barnes- Part 9

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Originally posted by annutystan

You walked into the secluded area and saw a large metal object placed in the middle of the room.

“Here, put him in this.” You instructed them, helping them guide Bucky’s metal hand into the clamp, “Just in case he wakes up and isn’t himself.”

Steve and Sam walked away to check out the rest of the place. You stayed with Bucky, however on edge and at a safe distance. You could hear helicopters and sirens wailing in the city around you.

Bucky eventually came to, looking around confused. He attempted to move but then realised he couldn’t and that his arm was retained. He then found you. He looked up at you, with an expression which could only be described as a lost puppy. You didn’t want to scare him, so you moved towards him slowly. You figured it would be better if you spoke to him for a bit before calling out and making him more anxious with Steve and Sam

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The trip continues

I was sitting on a couch in the middle of the living room, contemplating the way space curved up and around it. For a brief moment it was clear to me. Space and time are curved, otherwise you could see what was going to happen in the next moment. Then I collapsed back down into my body, considering how great my shoulders felt, suddenly aware of the knot in my right shoulder and feeling it relax.
I felt so good, so right.
Gym bunny.
Even though my eyes were closed I felt the shadows in the room begin to grow and spread around me. The walls vanishing into darkness, and then the ceiling, and then the floor. The couch was just drifting in the shadows. My lightest breath caused it to rise and fall, and then I sighed and took a deep breath, exhaling and sending the couch through the darkness, with me riding it into oblivion.
Gym bunny.
I could feel the couch moving,as I relaxed there, and I became aware of the muscles in my core that were tightened up just to keep me sitting upright. With a breath and burst of fresh focus let them loosen, and I slumped over. Melting down into a puddle of heaviness. I could feel how much my body really weighed now, without muscles to fight gravity. It felt comforting and amazing there.
Gym bunny.
I could feel myself slipping away from reality now. I was myself but I wasn’t. I was there on the couch, but I was drifting in shadows. I had arms and legs but I was nothing but a puddle of me. Just me, in a shapeless puddle. It felt so good to me, formless, drifting in the darkness. I could imagine so clearly now, see myself changing, and feeling good about it.
Gym bunny.
I lost track of time as the world spun around me, I couldn’t remember the difference between what I wanted to be, and what was. The boundaries of myself and other were so hard to find. And then spreading before me was a whole new world. I felt my consciousness spread out and send tendrils out into it.
Drawing strength and purpose from what it found there.
Gym bunny
I found an imagine that took my fancy, of myself going to the gym daily. I sent tendrils into it, pulling that into myself and feeding on it. I remembered that I go to the gym daily. If I could before and after work, I really needed a good reason not to workout.
Gym bunny
Still I floated, feeling so full and relaxed from that experience. I couldn’t concentrate, and drifted deeper.
I realized I was sitting there next to Josh. He had hypnotized me again, and that was fine. The sun was coming up and was shining in my eyes. He looked at me and yawned.
“I need a nap” he said. “Chad seems to left. I really am surprised I am okay with that, but I guess it just gives me more time to work on you.”
I stood up and stretched, I was tired myself. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought to myself “I am a gym bunny.” A crazy urge to hit the gym came upon me. The best way I could describe it was as a physical urge, like eating or fucking. Josh stared at me at as I appeared lost in my thoughts. “I need to get a workout in and then I will too.” I said.
Josh concurred, “yeah that’s probably a good idea. use our gym in the basement then sleep on our couch.”
He slipped away to his bedroom while I headed down to the weight room. I had to admire the setup. Couch and big screen tv took up one half of the basement with a bench and free weights on the other side. Jake was a lucky guy, he probably just worked out all the time with a set up like this.
I was surprisingly disoriented and while I really felt a need to workout I wasn’t really sure what to do, and as soon as I moved some weights around i felt some relief as the urge faded. Once I had run a bit on the treadmill and done a few bicep curls, I felt like I had done a great job and happily headed up to the couch to sleep off the evenings haze.
My sleep wasn’t great, I was plagued by a sense that things were not quite right, and this strange sense urgency to hear from Jake. Somehow though I seemed to tired to move and managed to sleep. I was almost relieved when I woke to hear Jake banging around in the kitchen. He smiled at me as I popped up over the couch. “Hey Josh, time to eat. This is Mike’s favorite” he said as pushed a big bowl of oatmeal towards me and a tub of cottage cheese. “Dig in!” He said and watched me as I shoveled it in with my fingers, and finished by licking the bowl. “That’s great, I figured you would take to this new program out of the gate” he said smiling. “Let’s work some more.”
I walked over to the couch without really thinking about it, and settled down into the couch. My mind and body were already fading away as he began to speak.
The rest of the weekend passed quickly.
One minute I was about to go under and then the next I looked over at Jake, and sighed. “Thanks.”
“Anytime Eric, I had a great time fucking with your head. I think Chad will enjoy you as a himbo.” Jake said, his brow slightly furrowing as he continued. “And it’s all about Chad.”
“Yes,” I nodded in agreement. “It is.” I stood up and stretched as I reached for my phone. I flipped it open and scrolled over to my workout programs email. “Day one: Chest” I read and walked away from Jake, heading back down to the man cave/workout room. Jake followed me down the stairs, talking to me as I set up the bench press. “We’ve been at this a while now. How do you feel?”
“Good.” I said and stopped. Realizing it had been such a huge effort to talk.
“All weekend in fact, Chad likes em buff and quiet so that’s what your gonna be.” He’s already been putting you under a little, so all I had to do was give you a thorough weekend of programming to really getting it going.“ I suddenly felt grateful for Jake working to make me more to Chad’s specifications looking down polo and pants, and realized that next time I better plan my looked better after consulting with Chad.
"Thanks” I grunted as I pushed the bar up. Jakes phone beeped and he looked at the incoming text. “Chad’s on his way to pick you up. Better finish your workout. I need to go get ready for Mike to return.” I looked up and Jake and wondered how they were doing. Frankly I was surprised that they had managed to stay together this long. Mike had confessed to me one night last fall that he planned on breaking up with Jake the next night. Something about being bored and wanting something different, or just feeling like they weren’t meant for each other.
I had prepared myself for ensuing drama, but the bad news never arrived. Mike had just seemed to withdraw from society, whenever I called and asked him if he and Jake wanted to do something he had said he needed to workout. The few times he and Jake had joined us, I had always been stunned at Mike’s transformation into a muscle stud.
Jake smiled as he read my expression upon hearing Mike’s name and said “He tried to break up with me, but I’d been putting him under for short play sessions for months. I saw it coming and was ready, now I get to ride his dick when and how I want and he doesn’t complain about the lack of variety. I figured the right revenge would be to have Chad take on that role in the group.”
I should have felt angry but all I felt was acceptance. “Chad is a hot player” I agreed, “and I am his himbo boyfriend.” Jake smiled and nodded agreement. I kept pushing the weights while Jake watched. I was just finishing and drenched in sweat when Chad came down the stairs and stretched out on the couch, followed by Mike who stood rigidly at attention in the corner.
Jakes eyes darted back and forth between Chad and Mike. He looked confused, and started to speak. “Where is Mike’s watch….”
Chad smiled and said “Keep your mouth shut whore.” And Jake’s mouth closed and he stared at Chad. He beckoned and Jake walked forward and kneeled down before Chad. His eyes questing around room. “You are just my little slut” Chad said, “totally addicted to my cock.” I watched as Jakes eyes rolled up for a second and then he leaned forward nuzzling Chads dick through his pants.
I stared forward, stunned but not bothered. Chad could fuck whoever he wanted.
“That’s right whore, worship your real master. Did you program Eric as I asked?” This surprised me, I had accepted that Jake was in charge
“Oh fuck yeah, stud. He took to it really well.” Jake said when he looked briefly up from Chads crotch before burying his face again. Chad looked over at me, and beckoned and I dove for that awesome body.
“Share” Chad commanded, as he pulled his dick out. Jake and I worked together, taking turns cleaning his dick. Jake leaned back and stretched his arms out along the back of the couch. “Perfect, this is great really great. Let’s spend the weekend in here next week.”

Protection (Bucky Barnes x reader) Part 2

Originally posted by wantdman

A/N: I’m having a feeling this might be 4 parts instead of 3 because I keep getting more and more ideas and I need to stop cause I have so many other requests in my inbox and gah it’s frustrating. Also, I was a little iffy on the ending I feel like it was rushed but whateves. I hope you all enjoy! (P.S. if you want me to tag you in the next part send me an ask!)

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: CIVIL WAR SPOILERS!!!! swearing, blood

Word Count: 2,294

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Request: Hi, I was wondering if you could do a one shot to you being Tony’s daughter and choosing Cap’s side during Civil War and you end up taking a bullet for Bucky?

Request: Could you do a story where the reader is in charge of taking and keeping Bucky at a safe house for a month or so and after being uneasy at first they start falling for each other? And can it also involve movie nights, stargazing, comforting each other through nightmares, and skinny dipping? Can be complacent with Civil War or not. Thank you! ❤️


“Ow, ow, shit.”

You grunted as you gripped the chair you were sitting, trying to sit as still as possible as Steve and Sam tried to remove the bullet that was lodged in your shoulder. After the whole incident with Steve and Bucky falling into the water along with the helicopter, you were able to meet up with Sam. You needed medical attention immediately but you weren’t about to go to a hospital and risk anybody seeing the three men; so, you all found an abandoned building not to far away and set up camp there.

Sam scoffed at your complaining, “Stop being a baby, we’re almost done.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Really Sam? ‘Cause I’d trade spots with you in matter of seconds if you wouldn’t mind- fuck. Can you be anymore gentle Steve?”

“Sorry, sorry. I almost got it!” Steve replied as another pang of pain shot through your shoulder and you leaned your head back, taking in a deep breath. You never thought that you would be sitting in an abandoned building with a pair of forceps digging around under your flesh.

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MTVS Epic Rewatch #63

BTVS 3x10 Amends

Stray thoughts

1) I really wish David had pulled off the Irish accent (I may or may not have a thing for Ireland / Irish men), and if he had, he would’ve instantly become 1000% hotter in my eyes. 

2) Oh I almost forgot this is the “awkward bangs” episode!

3) Don’t you hate it when the credits ruin a character’s return for you? (or when the previously-ons feature a character that hasn’t been in the show for a long time) (both things happen in this episode, btw) (way to ruin a moment)

4) I get Cordelia was still pissed at Xander, and she had every right to be, but this was low of her.

Cordelia: I thought you slept outside to avoid your family’s drunken Christmas fights.

Xander:  Yes. And that was a confidence I was hoping you would share with everyone.

It’s sad because it ruins something truly nice about their relationship, this comment alone gives us a lot of insight into how intimate they actually were, which is sadly a development in their relationship that took place off-screen. See, it wasn’t all about making out in mop closets or cars, or exchanging barbs and then hate-kissing. They actually talked and shared extremely intimate stuff about their lives. And I know Xander had already shat all over that when he cheated on her, but it’s a pity to find out there was still something that only belonged to the two of them and no one else, and to see it used here as ammunition. 

5) So, how much do you love Oz?

This is what I do know: I miss you. Like, every second. Almost like I lost an arm, or worse, a torso. So, I think I’d be willing to… give it a shot.

6) And thank you Joss for reminding us that Angel TORTURED Giles. Seriously. We keep on forgetting, and we should always remember this.

“Come in.”

(also, this is how I invite unwanted visitors into my home, btw)

7) Angelus’ hair looks just like Cordelia’s, doesn’t it?

I’m not even going to get into the mustache + soul patch combo, but…

8) So this is an incosistency regarding the canon about The First established in season 7. No touching, Firsty! You are incorporeal, remember?! (btw, this happens twice in the episode, so there’s no “mistake”)

9) See? This is one of the reasons I actually love Xander.

Buffy:  So we’ll help him?

Giles: Yes.

Xander: Where do we start?

Xander:  Look, I’m aware I haven’t been the mostest best friend to you when it comes to the whole Angel thing, and, um, I don’t know, maybe I finally got the Chanukah spirit.

Because when he manages to put his own skewed agenda aside, he is actually a decent friend. More of this always, Xander. I beg you.

10) WAIT A SECOND!

THIS DUDE IS CLEARLY A LATE 20TH CENTURY DUDE! WHAT, WITH THE SUIT AND THE TALKING??? SO HOW COME ANGELUS MURDERED HIM AND HIS CHILDREN?????  AND HOW COME I HAVE JUST REALIZED THIS????

EXPLANATIONS, ANYONE??? PLEASE!!

AND YES, I AM YELLING BECAUSE I CAN’T BELIEVE JOSS MESSED UP SO BAD!!

AND IT WAS ANGELUS WHO DID THIS, NOT ANGEL!! BECAUSE:

The thing I remember most was thinking how artful it was. In the dark, they looked just like they were sleeping. It wasn’t until I bent down and kissed them good night that I felt how cold they were. You grabbed me, and I thought, who would go to so much trouble to arrange them like that?

EDIT: Explanation - it was a victim from season 2! Thanks @amandac777 and everyone who reminded me Angelus killed other people off-screen during season 2! But now it bothers me that this is literally the same thing he did with Jenny and Giles? I mean, come on, Angelus, where’s the poetry in that? 

11) And we finally got to see what we missed in Surprise, huh?

12) Foreshadowing!

(this is also further evidence that Buffy was having an orgasm during the Graduation Day Part 2 scene)

13) I admit, it’s been a long time since I last rewatched season 7, and please correct me if I’m wrong, but during season 7 The First doesn’t depend so much on the bringers to “manifest” itself and “haunt” people (in fact, it’s pretty much the only thing it does on its own, and the bringers are almost never around when the first shows up!) but here we are told otherwise:

Um, they’re known as the Bringers or Harbingers. They’re high priests of The First. They can conjure spirit manifestations and set them on people, influence them, haunt them.

Plus, in season 7 they didn’t really act as “high priests” but rather as lower caste minions.

14) And this scene reminds me of Joss’ mantra: “Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke”

I mean, Barry starts singing and it just about kills me. Every time! And the whole setup: the candles, the music, the sodas in the ice bucket! Where did Willow pick up her seduction skills? 70s soft porn???

15) But honestly, folks, how much do you love Oz?

Willow:  I’m ready.

Oz:  Okay. Well, don’t take this the wrong way… but I’m not.

Willow:  Are you scared? ‘Cause I thought you had…

Oz:  No, I have, but this is different. I mean, you look great. You know, and, and you got the Barry working for you, and, and it’s all… good. But when it happens… I want it to be because we both need it to for the same reason. You don’t have to prove anything to me.

And it’s such an important message for young boys and girls!

16) Oh Faith. You were still trying, and you could’ve been saved… If only.

17) My favorite way to leave a room, no matter the circumstances. 

18) And this is Buffy in a nutshell.

Jenny/The First:  Hmm. You think you can fight me? I’m not a demon, little girl. I am something that you can’t even conceive. The First Evil. Beyond sin, beyond death. I am the thing the darkness fears. You’ll never see me, but I am everywhere. Every being, every thought, every drop of hate.
Buffy: Alright, I get it. You’re evil. Do we have to chat about it all day?

19) Ugh and one of the most powerful scenes and dialogues in the whole show. (I’m gonna paste the whole thing because it’s just brilliant)

Angel:  I can’t do it again, Buffy. I can’t become a killer.

Buffy:  Then fight it.

Angel:  It’s too hard.

Buffy: Angel, please, you *have* to get inside.

Angel:  It told me to kill you. You were in the dream. You know. It told me to lose my soul in you and become a monster again.

Buffy:  I know what it told you. What does it matter?

Angel:  Because I wanted to! Because I want you so badly! I want to take comfort in you, and I know it’ll cost me my soul, and a part of me doesn’t care. Look, I’m weak. I’ve never been anything else. It’s not the demon in me that needs killing, Buffy. It’s the man.

Buffy:  You’re weak. Everybody is. Everybody fails. Maybe this evil did bring you back, but if it did, it’s because it needs you. And that means that you can hurt it. Angel, you have the power to do real good, to make amends.  But if you die now, then all that you ever were was a monster. Angel, please, the sun is coming up!

Angel:  Just go.

Buffy:  I won’t!

Angel:  What, do you think this is simple? You think there’s an easy answer? You can never understand what I’ve done! Now go!

Buffy:  You are not staying here. I won’t let you!

Angel:  I said LEAVE! Oh, my God…

Buffy:  No! No!

Angel:  Am I a thing worth saving, huh? Am I a righteous man? The world wants me gone!

Buffy:  What about me? I love you so much… And I tried to make you go away… I killed you and it didn’t help. And I hate it! I hate that it’s *so* hard… and that you can hurt me *so* much. I know everything that you did, because you did it to me. Oh, God! I wish that I wished you dead. I don’t.  I can’t.

Angel:  Buffy, please. Just this once… let me be strong.

Buffy:  Strong is fighting! It’s hard, and it’s painful, and it’s every day. It’s what we have to do. And we can do it together. But if you’re too much of a coward for that, then burn. If I can’t convince you that you belong in this world, then I don’t know what can. But do *not* expect me to watch. And *don’t* expect me to mourn for you, because…

It is such a pivotal moment for the both of them, but especially for Angel. This moment is what kept him going every time afterwards, even when he wasn’t in Sunnydale anymore. “If nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do”, you know? 

20) And then the Christmas miracle, because why the hell not?

21) Poor Xander, though.

22) It’s cheesy but it works, doesn’t it?

23) Great episode!! 

Final Speculation/Thoughts Roundup

So here is what will probably be my final major speculation post for the season based on what we have and going into the last 4 hours of the show. Some of this I’ve speculated on before and you can check my tags/provided links for more specifics, some is new in light of recent information and some is just things I’ve seen floating around or talked to people about that I liked that fit:

- 5.20 -

Emma has to come back alone because she has given Killian up and he can’t be resurrected the way she thought he could be. This ties back to what Failfire said in the opening scene and also A&E’s little blurb in a recent TV Line article. I fully expect this to destroy me.

I think that CS will be confirmed TL but won’t necessarily have a TL’s Kiss but some other form of confirmation.

This moment might be the reason the souls in the river are freed and Henry and crew are handling the SB residents. This is Emma’s Savior status coming into play with the help of her family.


-5.21 -

Robin dies in this episode like I’ve been saying since forever. The baby is named Robin because that’s the only name that has weight that will definitely tell us what direction they are going (leaving Robin dead). Any other name isn’t suspenseful or necessitates secret keeping.

Killian has a quest from Zeus that lets him come back because he saved Meg in the beginning and Hercules put in a good word for him. (Might also be a tie to the reason Killian can read Greek and all the Greek iconography on the JR if thats where he went after his white light moment because Zeus diverted him , (crack spec: Killian is also a Demi God per his mother, shut up, no you shut up).

Based on filming spoilers this quest might involve Arthur because Colin said he was filming stunts with him late but wasn’t seen in SB proper until the funeral.

Killian and Emma are reunited in the graveyard following the funeral ala New York City Serenade because he always comes back for her and he’ll never stop fighting for them and I’m fucking emotional about this. I don’t think it will involve a TL act though I just think he shows up after completing his quest and Emma is all “Wwwhhhat Best Boyfriend Ever.”

They take a walk to Granny’s, her in her funeral clothes, him in his DO clothes that’s why they are dressed that way.

Emma mentions something to him about either marriage/taking their relationship to the next level (eyebrow waggle). Killian looks a bit stunned (reason for the reported fistpump from Colin during filming because he’s a dork who would fistpump his character finally getting some) Emma walks away probably to let the others know he’s in the land of the living again, maybe to offer Regina some consolation (4A finale PTSD makes me hope not) and they have plans to meet up later.

-5.22/5.23 -

Time jump! Probably six weeks or “sometime in the future because we have just given up completely on this whole time concept”. Time has passed which is why Regina isn’t really outwardly sad/grieving and her and Zelena have had to rely on each other/grown closer over that time period.

They spend said time jump trying to figure out how to get the Camelot gang back to Camelot ala the fairies in the hat in S4.

Henry flees with Violet when they figure out how, upset that his new girlfriend is leaving.

Rumple has been exiled to NY by a now awake Belle saying if he wants to see his baby blah blah blah.

Emma and Regina go to NY to fetch Henry and Violet I’m sure there are annoying Author things happening I don’t care about.

Emma possibly learns she is pregnant in NY (see baby spec ) if the conversation after Hook’s resurrection was not proposal related but rather doing it related. Alternatively, she might decide to marry him there. I just think she makes a decision of some kind there.

Meanwhile Killian/Snowing/Zelena have their own little adventure possibly involving Davy Crockett, and bring back Jekyll (and Hyde) They show up in the fountain in NY because THEY WILL ALWAYS FIND EACH OTHER.

Killian is missing a ring which he may have traded for the means to get them back ala S3 finale (both Snow trying to get passage with a ring and Killian trading his ship). This may or may not foreshadow the proposal because MORE RINGS.

They all go home. Weeee!

Emma reveals she wants to marry him/she’s pregnant. Amazing lift kiss commences. STEFFIE DIES, and it requires a journey to the Underworld to save her.

If Emma IS pregnant they reveal that Hades changed the contract for Rumple in exchange for Zelena and probably something about how,
now that Hades is dead (he’s probably dead) the contract reverts to Rumple for some reason. I dunno, magic loopholes.

This follows the pattern of Rumple completely fucking over Emma and Killian on a regular basis as well as the reveal that he has done so usually happening at the end of every half season except S3A.

This true to the Rumplestiltskin fairytale plus it ties back to Snowing being separated from their baby in S1. Rumple is the big bad and the new EQ to the surprise of absolutely no one.

If Emma and Killian are not having a baby and it is a proposal I might go back to my sleeping curse spec because that ties in with a proposal/wedding a bit more.

Meanwhile, Jekyll/Hyde shenanigans reveal an additional cliffhanger possibly the doppelgänger theory I mentioned before. Adam and Eddy hinted the setup was nothing they had faced, I have to imagine their worst selves could fit that description.

As always this is just in fun. I could be wrong about all of it. I don’t care I just like to do it. Please don’t take it too seriously. I’m not a writer on the show so there’s no need to get offended by my thoughts on it.

Feel free to discuss any and all of this in my inbox.

anonymous asked:

Hi sea fam! Recently, I've started working out and trying to eat healthy. There are healthy and unhealthy snacks in my house and im a very snackish person. How do i keep myself from giving into cravings for bad foods? (Chips and chocolate especially) i always seem to want them!! Love this blog btw ❤️

Hey there! I’m exactly the same.
This advice is coming from a (previously, I hope?) really unhealthy and disabled person who is just getting the hang of needing to worry about food for the first time in their life. I feel like it might be easier to relate to, but others in the notes can probably help too.

I’ve always been a very snackish person but trialling antidepressants slowed down my metabolism and made me gain weight (from near-underweight to near-obese within a.. year or so?) and now I’m learning to have to be really careful about this.

I assume this is more about healthy and not weight loss, but I’ll add this just in case: To lose weight you need to be in a calorie deficit. Generally, food that is good for you, like fruits, are low in calories, while chips and chocolate are LOADED with calories.

It’s sort of like you can have “10″ in one day, and chips are 5, you could have that as a snack, but you also have some 2s and 3s (maybe some grapes or some nice vegetables with dip). If you eat the 5, you only have 5 more points for the rest of your day, or else you will have to either:

  1. go hungry
  2. consume too many calories
  3. work out.

If you work out, you burn calories, so if you are active all day, walking around, had a jog, played tennis with a friend or something, then you can now have “15″ in one day.
Chocolate is still a lot, and not good, but if you have been really great at sticking to eating healthily and working out, you can have a little bit of chocolate. This is not a ‘never eat chocolate’ setup, you just need to use it as a reward. “No, I can’t have a piece of chocolate, because I didn’t go for my run today.”

The other things you need to do or know:

  • Slowly, if you can, phase out having unhealthy stuff in the house.
  • Use it as a reward for now.
  • You need to get fruits, veggies, good stuff for you, into the house. I recommend going to farmers markets if you can, it makes it a lot cheaper.
  • Snack on them, though still keep an eye on how much you’re eating.
  • DRINK WATER. Drink. Water. I can’t say this enough. Drink that water. Most snackish people find the feeling passes because they just need to ingest something, it also fills your stomach. Infuse fruit or mint if you want.
  • Your unhealthy food is a reward, not a snack. Hide it in tops of cupboards. It’s not yours to eat right now. Besides, your fruit will go bad. Eat your fruit, anon.
  • Don’t completely try to quit ‘bad food’. Your body is used to it. If you have a really bad craving, have a little, it will save you from a big binge later.
  • Try to stick to serving sizes at all times.
  • Your body will adjust to having different amounts and types of food. You might feel hungry all the time at first especially if you were eating a lot. It will pass.
  • Also, if you can, get a fitbit, or at least a cheap pedometer. Set a step goal appropriate to how much you currently walk - push yourself. Doctors recommend you get at least 10k steps (not distance) per day. Since I have severe anxiety, my current goal is 6k steps. Reward yourself if you get to the goal.

- Solar