i just think that thomas is more interesting

Fan Submission: Meeting Dylan O'Brien - My Experience

Okay so on Wednesday 26th April I was able to visit the set of the death cure because I won a short film competition last year! And I was able to chat with Dylan on set.

The first thing that happened was Dyl waving at me.
I was walking up an area of set & he was filming a scene. I was just there and I smiled at him because I saw him looking at me. I wasn’t really expecting him to smile back since he was filming but then he did! And the next thing I know is that he’s there WAVING HIS GOOFY WAVE AT ME. I wave back (blushing and totally in shock) and Dyl just keeps waving at me.
When I have to walk away from watching the filming I can’t help but continue grinning, heart pounding, because Dylan waved at me without any prompt or anything. I can’t describe how wonderful that was.

So we were about to leave set (I’m still smiling from Dylan’s dorkiness) when he arrives through the door! First of all, all I see is his hair because he’s actually so small & fragile looking like I just melted.

The first thing Dyl did was shake everyone by the hand and introduce himself to them like we didn’t know who he was - I mean he is so humble. I was really nervous and I think he could tell that but he was so sweet and caring, my
mum came to the set with me and when he shook her hand he was just like “Is this mom?!”
He was asking us where we were all from & started putting on accents (Italian, Irish) and he was so funny and sweet! We chatted a bit more & he was so genuinely interested about the competition. I was so happy to see him so happy and healthy.

I then plucked up enough courage to give Dyl the drawing I drew him of Thomas (the character!) and his reaction was the cutest thing:
“Woah! You drew this? This is insane!”
I then told him that it was for him and he said, “This is for me? Oh my god, you’re super sweet!” I literally just melted I mean being called super sweet by DOB is the most heartwarming feeling ever, his smile just radiates me. He even knew it was from the first movie and was so kind. I thanked him again for taking the time to meet us and he replied “No problem - I really wanted to meet you guys, I just hope you guys like the movie. I can’t wait for you guys to see it!”

After that, he hugged everyone and wow his hug was so warm and strong and safe.
He thanked me again for the drawing and could see how nervous I still was so just made me laugh by saying “Thanks again for the drawing of my face!” Then Dyl did that laugh with his dimples and his eyes were so bright and happy. When he walked off he was showing another guy who worked on set the drawing and was looking at it. I was just beaming, my whole body was so light and my heart was so whole but then… Dylan came back again!

He wanted to wave us all off but ended up having another conversation before that, just chatting about Cape Town and being so casual and cool whilst I’m just internally melting. When he says goodbye this time he shouts “Enjoy your time on the party bus!” and I couldn’t help but laugh because he was being so normal and chill with us.

When I was walking towards the bus I turned back again and smiled at Dylan and he looked at me straight in the eyes and gave me the most beautiful, reassuring smile that I have ever seen. When we were driving away he waved at us with two hands again.

Honestly, Dylan is such a genuine, honest, beautiful human being and I am so grateful.

Life as the Only Girl in the Glade Would Include...

(Just some headcanons for Maze Runner.  No one requested them, but too bad, here they are.)

-  The boys being really confused when you first arrived in the Box.

-  “Well, this is new.  It’s a girl..”- Newt

-  “We know, Newt.  The question is, what is she doing here?”- Minho

- “Sent here by whoever made this Maze.  Same as the rest of us, I guess.” - Gally

- They say that people have a fight or flight response to fear.  In your case, when being surrounded by strangers with no memory of where you came from, it was both.

- You threw a punch at the nearest Glader that tried to pull you out of the Box, and then made a run for it.

- “Great.  You shanks just scared her.” - Alby

- Being so fast and clever that it takes somewhere between three to five Gladers to even catch up to you and keep you from running into the Maze.

- The Gladers’ initial confusion being replaced by curiosity and fascination.

- “So, Greenie, what’s your name?”- Alby

- “My name is….________.”

- Getting a tour of the Glade from Newt, but he keeps getting distracted because you’re a girl.  A pretty girl.  He’s not entirely sure how to talk to you at first.

- Quite a few of the Gladers are like that, actually.  Some stare, some try to show off, and others are too shy to even talk to you. But after a while, they realize that while, yes, you are a girl, you are also a human being that likes to just talk and hang out just like any of them do.

- Eventually they get a lot more comfortable with talking to you.  Too comfortable, sometimes.  You almost never have a moment to yourself.

- Alby adding a few rules.  Separate living quarters so you can have your own space.

- Gally enforcing the rules because he likes order, but also because he’s protective of you.

- If you’re a med-jack, you can expect an increase in overall “injuries” in the Glade because everyone wants to have a chance to talk to you.

- Clint and Jeff are like your best bros, and fight off all the Gladers with fake injuries on a daily basis.

- If you work in the gardens, then there’s no doubt that each and every Glader that walks by will try to stop and talk to you.

- “Alright, you shanks, back to work.  We can’t have you extending your lunch breaks just to talk to her all day.” - Gally

- “Phew, thanks, Gally.  I thought they’d never let me finish my work.”

- “Just give them a good punch in the nose next time.  That’ll teach ‘em.” - Gally. 

- Long talks with Newt while working in the gardens.  Some confiding and light-hearted joking.

- Don’t think that you can avoid Minho’s playful flirting, especially if you’re a runner.

- “You’re looking very beautiful today, _______.” - Minho

- “Oh, uh, thank you.”

- “You’re welcome….”  He pauses, looking at you expectantly.  “Well…?”

- “Well, what?”

-  “Aren’t you going to tell me that I look very beautiful today?  It’s common courtesy to repay a compliment, you know!”- Minho

- “You shank!”

- Being a big sister to Chuck and helping him play pranks on some of the more annoying Gladers.

- When Thomas comes along, Alby, Newt, Minho, and Gally all lay down the law that you are not to be messed with.

- Overall, just an interesting time full of interesting adventures.

anonymous asked:

What about a hc single parent phan! Either one of them, and they're kid runs into the other out in public and wants something?

* Dan went out to see a movie by himself. Yes, by himself. He was a loner with no friends, but he had to leave the house sometimes, so here he is now, standing in the arcade of the theater, waiting for the lines to go down so he can buy some popcorn.

* He lazily presses the button on the claw machine repeatedly, watching the lights inside change colors, when a small voice says, “Excuse me, Sir, but can I play this one?”

* “Oh yeah, sure,” Dan says, stepping away so the boy with bright, ginger hair could play it and hopefully win a stuffy.

* The boy inserted his bill, and the game played a different tune and the colors changed. His tongue poked out between his lips in concentration, eyeing the blue dragon near the back. When he was sure he had it, he pressed the button and watched the claw drop, scooping up the dragon and carrying it to the prize box. “Oh my gosh!” he squealed. “I’m gonna win!”

* Dan was surprised to see the boy actually win something, considering half these machines were rigged to just take money. The machine proved him right when the blue dragon was released from the claw, but a little too soon. The tag on the dragon’s ear got caught on the side, and it dangled just above the bottom of the prize box.

* “No!” the boy wailed, his lower lip quivering. “That’s not fair! Daddy said I only get one chance to play it!”

* Dan felt bad for the boy, digging around in his wallet for an extra bill, but came up short. He used his card for everything. He rarely had cash on him. But when the boy started to cry softly, Dan couldn’t help but offer him something. “I can try to get it out for you.”

* “Please! I was gonna give it to my daddy since he took me to the movies to reward me, but now it’s stuck and not fair.” He crossed his arms and pouted, looking quite cute. Dan was just glad he didn’t start throwing a tantrum like most of the kids he came across.

* Dan got down on the floor and pushed open the small door on the bottom, sticking his hand up it. “I have long arms, so this should work.” He pressed his body closer to the machine, his fingertips grazing the plush toy. “All most … Have it,” he grunted, knocking the dragon down and going to pull out his arm when all he did was be met with a wave of pain in his shoulder, and he couldn’t get his arm out. “Uh oh.”

* Are you okay?“ the boy asked, looking at Dan with a weird expression.

* “Um, maybe not,” Dan admitted truthfully. Great. He had his arm stuck in some toy machine with a few hundred people standing on just the other side of the wall. He hoped to God that not too many people would see him, but he couldn’t help but wonder how he was going to get unstuck.

* “Do I need to get my daddy?” he asked Dan, turning his head to one side.

* “Please don’t.” How was he going to explain this to some boy’s father? oh, I was just trying to help your son get this toy out when I did something stupid and got my arm stuck. That was too embarrassing.

* “Thomas?” a man asked, rounding the corner and stopping short when he saw the little boy standing not too far from a man who had his arm stuck up the claw machine. “Um, aren’t you a little old to be trying to snag toys from the claw machine?” He stepped a little closer to Thomas, pushing the boy behind him.

* “Yeah, but-”

* “Daddy, it was me! He was going to help me get the toy that the machine didn’t give me but it was supposed to.” He clung onto the man’s leg, looking at him with big, blue eyes. “It’s my fault, daddy.”

* Dan looked at the boy’s father, finding him to be rather attractive. He had dark, black hair, which didn’t match his son’s at all, but he did have the same blue eyes as him. “No, no, I did this to try and help him. He didn’t ask me to do it.”

* The man looked down at his boy, waiting for confirmation. “That’s the truth, Daddy.” The man nodded, looking back at Dan. “Do you want me to go get one of the workers?”

* “Please don’t!” Dan said, panicked. “This is embarrassing.”

* The man smiled, laughing lightly. “Then what do you want me to do?”

* “Quit laughing, it’s not funny.” Now it was Dan’s turn to pout.

* “I can try to get you out, if you want,” the man offered, crouching down and inspecting the scene. “It might hurt a little.”

* “I don’t care, please just hurry before more people see.” Dan did care, actually. A lot. His pain tolerance was practically nonexistent.

* The man gripped Dan’s upper arm, getting quite close to his face. “Not a fan of public humiliation, huh?” Dan’s face heated up, and the man chuckled softly. “Alright, just try to pull when I say go, yeah?” When Dan nodded, the man said, “One, two, go!” He pulled on Dan’s arm, which caused Dan to cry out in pain, but when the side of his body collided with the floor, he let out a sigh of relief.

* “Yay!” Thomas squealed, reaching in the prize box for his blue dragon. “You got it! Thank you!” He hugged it to his chest, smiling widely.

* The man huffed, rolling his eyes but smiling at his son. “Are you good?”

* Dan was rubbing his shoulder and rotating it, making sure it all still worked. “I’m fine, thank you.”

* “It was really nice of you, you know,” he said, looking at Thomas. “But also very stupid. People have had to call the fire department in order to get others unstuck from those.”

* Dan blushed sheepishly. “Guess I got lucky. I’m sorry, you’re probably missing your movie because of me.”

* The man shrugged. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. Thomas has the attention span of a fish. He won’t even remember the movie by bath time.”

* Dan laughed, unsure of what to say. He was going to make it awkward, he just knew it. So instead of lingering in silence, he said, “My name is Dan.”

* The man smiled, holding out his hand for Dan to take. “I’m Phil, and I would actually like to know if maybe you would be interested in joining us for this movie. For being nice to Thomas and all.”

* “Shouldn’t it be the other way around? You helped me.”

* “You helped my boy. And now I’m showing thanks. Besides, we can consider this … a predate. I think I’d like to see more of you, Dan.”

* Dan couldn’t believe it. A predate? With a guy he just met? Who also happened to be extremely attractive and now single? This really was his lucky day. All because of some stupid, blue dragon. “I think I’d like that, too.”

* Phil helped him off the ground, and waited in line with Dan again so he could buy a ticket for the same movie. They ended up sharing a popcorn, and by the end of the movie, Thomas was asleep. “I told you,” Phil murmured into Dan’s ear. “But maybe next time this could happen at my place?”

* Dan took that as an invitation and nodded with a smile. Yeah, maybe he wouldn’t stick his arm up another claw machine again, but if this was the result of it, he just might have to rethink doing stupid things. That is, only if it were to get the attention of Phil.


Friendly reminder that wolverine’s older-half brother John probably had similar/the same powers and very well may still be alive somewhere (and if his death was not faked, he was probably killed either by his mother Elizabeth Howlett or her boyfriend and wolverine’s biological father Thomas Logan)

John has showed up in one alternate future/au but other a few cryptic hints has not made an appearance in the main 616 canon

The bite of night- Jeffmads- Chapter one

James laughed as he ran through the forest, Aaron next to him, already shifted into a white wolf. Now, don’t get it wrong, James and Aaron were not some prissy little werewolves, they were shifters, they could shift into any animal they wanted, as long as it wasn’t extinct. So James settled for a ocelot, running next to Aaron, as usual smaller than him, even in the animals they shifted into. After hours of shifting into animals they decided to shift into their human form and walk back to their pack’s territory, they were currently on neutral territory.  As they walked back to the town, they talked about anything and everything, really just being themselves.

They had been best friends since they were children, and most of the other shifters in the pack suspected they were mates.

When James reached his home, he kissed Aaron’s cheek as a goodbye, then headed into his home, starting to cook dinner.

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I can’t be the only one who thinks Maven was in love with Thomas???
  • Ok so this is when Maven first mentions Thomas, while he was still lying to Mare:  “There was a boy, just seventeen, a Red from the frozen north. He didn’t know me on sight, not like everyone else, but he treated me just fine. He treated me like a person. I think he was my first real friend.” Maybe it’s a trick of the moonlight, but something like tears glimmer in his eyes. “His name was Thomas, and I watched him die.” 
  • So when I first read this I was like omg I ship this and I got all excited but then he started to show interest for Mare I was really disappointed, then they kissed and all and I kinda gave up on that theory.
  • BUT THEN the plot twist came and we found out that he was faking his feelings for Mare all along AND THEN THIS CAME ALONG: “Was anything true?”
    When he shakes his head, I know that is also a lie.
    “Even Thomas?”
    The boy at the war front, the boy who died fighting someone else’s war. His name was Thomas and I saw him die. The name punches through his mask, cracking the facade of cool indifference
  • And honestly that was it for me, it totally sounded like Thomas was the only person for whom Maven ever cared about and I think that it’s because he was in love with him
  • And in case you think it stops here, in Glass Sword, Victoria made me certain of what I already suspected when Mare said: As much
    as Maven lied to me, I still know a small piece of his heart. I remember him grabbing me through the bars of a cell, holding on with shaking fingers. And I remember the name he carries, the name that reminds me a heart still beats inside him. His name was Thomas and I watched him die.
  • THOMAS IS THE ONLY REASON WHY MARE THINKS MAVEN STILL HAS A HEART!!! MAVEN’S HEART BEATS FOR THOMAS!!! I totally freaked out when I read this it was so cute but also kinda sad idk
  • So I’m probably gonna sound totally crazy for some of you and maybe you’ll feel like I’m reaching and trying to force something that isn’t really there and maybe I am but I honestly just felt like sharing this theory with you guys because I feel like this would be such an interesting plot to be explored on the book and also because I think King’s Cage is gonna get the answers for these questions cause we’re probably gonna know more about Maven’s true self. This turned out waaaaay longer than I planned but I needed to put all those quotes for you guys to understand what I think. If anyone wants to talk about the theory please answer to the post cause I really wanna know what you guys think

It’s a sort of magic AU where Alex, Thomas, Laf, and John are wizards living in a small town. I haven’t fleshed out the whole idea yet but it’s just an interesting idea to me, but I feel like many aren’t interested in it?? (Also my URL is all over these pics so if anyone wants to see more and read something I wrote about it you’re more than welcome to)

i like this fantasy based-stuff..i think there is so much more you can do with it, i would know more about it’s story, it sounds promising tbh

celiaequus  asked:

According to the book I'm reading, stealing an item worth at least... 10 pounds, I think, could be a hanging offence. Which could include the curtain material Mrs. Norris took after the play was called off. How different would 'Mansfield Park' be if the theft was discovered and Mrs. Norris was arrested, do you think?

Personally I think Mrs. Norris has probably been helping herself to stuff from Mansfield Park for as long as she’s been there, in all likelihood. Her sister Lady Bertram probably doesn’t care enough to make more than the occasionally daft-snarky remark to guilt her a bit, but they can afford to let those things go. And I wonder if Sir Thomas even notices or cares. Maria Bertram just jokes about it, but doesn’t seem all too offended.

Having Mrs. Norris face criminal charges and being executed would be very interesting, indeed. It would distract from the overall tone and narrative of the rest of the novel, however. Also the fact that she’s a clergyman’s wife and this is her near neighbours and own family would probably lead matters to be urged towards a non-lethal and even non-imprisonment resolution. Much like today, the justice system would far rather heap greater punishments upon the poor who can’t afford superior legal support and positions of seemingly non-threatening middle-class ‘respectability’.

Austen herself would know all about the details of these crimes and punishments–in 1799 her aunt Mrs. Leigh-Parrot was charged with shoplifting a piece of lace worth 20 shillings, arrested, and taken into prison for 8 months before her trial could take place. (Theft above 5 shillings at the time could end in a hanging, or 14 years in Australia.) In court she insisted she had been framed and was now being blackmailed by the shopkeeper, however the anonymous letters produced to support the claim of blackmail are thought to be forgeries and the shop staff’s own actions in pursuing the matter with a local magistrate make it seem unlikely they were part of an underhanded scheme.

There are hints that Mrs. Leigh-Parrot herself was angry at the shopkeeper for personal reasons, and that she wished to drive the place out of business, at least. Certainly for a woman of her wealth she was argued to have had no reason to take the lace–she had earlier paid for other items in the shop with a five-pound note, more than enough to cover the cost of the lace, too–though evidently Mrs. Leigh-Parrot was rather known for being miserly, complaining bitterly when forced to spend any more money than she thought necessary. (Several years later she was implicated in another case of attempted shoplifting when a shopkeeper refused to lower the price of an item to what she wished to pay, but the sole witness to the event could not later be found and so prosecution was not pursued.) Throughout it all, she seems to feel herself unjustly accused and prosecuted in the whole thing, and is certain that the fault must lie with the shopkeepers and their too-high prices and their wicked schemes of blackmail.

Most of her defense consisted of her claims that she had no need to steal the lace, being a wealthy gentleman’s wife, and even some witnesses were rather miraculously found to contradict what others said they saw. She had four attourneys and her husband paid 2000 pounds for character-witnesses to come and appear in court to testify to her goodness as a person.

In the end she was declared Not Guilty, but this was probably only because of her wealth and position, and the possible severity of the sentence. Of course the Austens held firm as a family and sided with the public belief of her innocence, but it’s suggested that Mrs. Norris and Lady Catherine are both based upon Mrs. Leigh-Parrot.

I'm Sorry, What?

* Jefferson × Reader
* 2-139: Hi, I’m Y/N, and I have no idea who you are, but I need you to kiss me.
* Modern

A/N: I know it’s been a few days but like I said, those pain killers make me insanely tired and it’s hard to focus. Plus I had some trouble getting this story started. Anyway, enjoy!


“Angelica, you can’t be serious.” You groaned.

“Y/N, come on! You haven’t had a boyfriend in quite some time. Take a risk for once.” She shot back.

“By aimlessly flirting with random men in a bar?” You inquired. The Schuyler daughters and you went out for drinks. As they started talking about their latest relationships they asked you about yours. They learned that you still haven’t had another boyfriend for a while and told you to go and flirt with someone.

“Why not?” Peggy asked you.

“I just don’t see the point.” You shrugged. The girls all shared a glance.

“You’re worried about being shot down.” Eliza said, it wasn’t a question.

“What? No!” You argued, your pride made it impossible to let them know that was indeed the case.

“Then prove it.” Angelica challenged.

“Fine.” Damn your pride. You were going to prove to them that you were confident and that you wouldn’t be shot down. You scanned the bar looking for a man to take a risk with. Up at the bar there was the very man.

He had wild and fluffy curls surrounding his face. He was wearing gray slacks with a magenta suit coat and white shirt. His facial hair was neatly trimmed and added greatly to his physical appeal.

You confidentially stood. You did a quick once over of yourself, then you approached the bar. You stepped right up next to him so he’d acknowledge you. He looked you up and down with an intrigued smile. “Can I help you?” You asked. He took a sip of his drink.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, and I have no idea who you are, but I need you to kiss me.” You said, getting straight to the point.

He almost spit out the drink he took. “I’m sorry what?!” He asked appalled.

“I need you to kiss me.” You said. “Now preferably.” You added.

“Can I ask why?”

“To prove a point.” You told him.

“I do enjoy proving people wrong.” He said with a slight smirk. “Alright, but I have one condition.”

“What?” You asked suddenly wary.

“I get to take you out on a date.” He said. You almost laughed.

“Alright.” You said. With that he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His arms found their way around your waist. You arms went around his neck and one of your hands buried itself in his hair. Your hand tightened around the curls and he groaned against your lips.

He pulled back, both of you breathless. He had a satisfied smirk of his face. “Did that prove your point or would you like to drive it home a bit more?” He asked.

You laughed lightly at his boldness. “I believe that did the trick.”

“Well, I can say I’m excited for our date.” He said. His hand slid down and slipped your phone from your pocket. He pressed a few buttons and handed it back to you. “Thomas, by the way.” You checked and saw he had sent himself a text from your phone.

“Well Y/N, you’ll be hearing from me.” He downed his drink and turned to leave. You stood dumbstruck for a few more seconds before shaking yourself and returning to the girls.

“What was that?!” Angelica asked.

“Told you I wouldn’t get shot down.” You said triumphantly.

“Clearly not!” Peggy said. They were all looking at you astonished.

“Guys honestly it’s no big deal.” You told them.

“Please at least tell us you’re going out with him!” Eliza said.

“Of course!” You assured them.

“Good.” Angelica said. You gave her a confused look. “There was a hell of a lot of sexual tension in that kiss.”

Thomas wanted to meet for dinner a few days later. Of course you had to ask the Schuylers for their opinion on what you should wear.

“Are you ever gonna tell us what the two of you said at the bar?” Peggy asked.

“Does it matter?” You asked as you ran a brush through your hair.

“Yes.” Angelica said. She was flipping through the outfits in your closet.

“I walked up and asked him to kiss me.” You said with a blank face.

“No, seriously.” Eliza said, taking your confession as a joke.

“It was just a bit of flirting.” You tried instead.

“That was quite an outcome for a bit of flirting.” Angelica observed. You only smiled in reaponse.

About an hour later you had the girls leave. You checked yourself over one last time in a mirror. You put a bit more effort into your appearance then you had when you went out for drinks. Angelica had helped you put together a great outfit that was both beautiful and enticing.

You got in your car and drove to the restaurant that Thomas wanted to take you to. You took a deep breath before exiting the car. This really was your first date in a while and it came from an impulse decision.

You walked in and scanned the place. It was nice enough for a first date, no hostess to seat you but a relatively pleasant air. You saw Thomas stand at a table across the room and offer a small wave. You smiled and walked over. He pulled your chair out for you, ever the gentleman apparently.

“Pleasure to see you again.” He said with he flirty smile. “You look lovely.” He complimented.

“Thank you.” You said with a blush. “I see you’re still pulling off the magenta suit coat.” You told him.

“I make it work.” He said with a smile, a wide genuine one. It pulled a smile from you too. The two of you fell easily into conversation. While talking you noticed someone behind him.

“No way!” You said with a slight laugh. Eliza had been raving about having a date with Alexander tonight, and here they were. “Hang on a minute.” You told Thomas and stood to go see them.

“Y/N!” Alexander exclaimed happily when he saw you. He pulled you into a hug.

“I’m glad Eliza pulled you away from your desk.” You joked. You and Alexander had grown closer when he started dating your friend. In the first few months they were inseparable so you got to know him fairly well.

“Well I’m just working to get a new idea incorporated in the company.” He explained.

“And apparently someone relentlessly fights against everything he suggests.” Eliza said.

“I’m serious. Jefferson doesn’t rest, his own goal is to see me destroyed.” He complained. They walked to get a table and went by your own. “Speak if the devil.” Alexander groaned.

“Hamilton.” Thomas said coldly.

“Jefferson.” Alexander spat back.

“Wait. This is the Jefferson you always complain about?” Eliza asked. “Oh boy…”

“Yeah. Why?” He asked, noticing the awkward air that descended.

“Because Y/N, is my date for the evening.” Thomas said coldly, standing and facing Alexander.

“Seriously?!” Alexander exclaimed. “Y/N, you can do better!” He told you.

“Watch it Hamilton.” Thomas growled.

“Why should I?” He argued. “Face it Thomas, you’re all talk and no action.”

“Oh and you would know all about action wouldn’t you Alexander?” He sneered.

“What do you mean by that?” He shot back.

“I mean the action you had taken with Maria Reynolds.” He spat out.

“Thomas!” You shouted at him appalled. Maria was a drunken mistake that Eliza had graciously forgiven him for. Still, it was a sore memory for both of them. “That was out of line!” You shouted.

“Come on, this bastard deserved that!” He retorted.

“Well the only bastard here is you!” You fought back. “You’ll excuse me if I leave this date early.” You snarled at him.

“Oh because that was the impression you gave a few minutes ago.” He said sarcastically.

“That was before I realized what an ass you were.” You shot back. “So goodnight and goodbye Thomas.” You grabbed tour purse and walked out.

“Y/N!” Eliza called after you as you crossed the parking lot.

“Hm?” You asked, turning to face her. Alexander was behind her as well.

“I’m so sorry.” She apologized.

“Sorry that Thomas was an ass?” You asked incredulously. “It’s not your fault.” You told her.

“But he was out of line and it completely ruined your night.” Alexander said apologetically.

“Guys, it’s fine really. At least now I know he’s not worth my time.” You shrugged and left. You laid in your bed that night thinking. Thomas was in fact horrible. But was attractive and interesting as well. Maybe you were thinking too much into everything. It was your first date in a some time and you were just struck by appearances.

But if that’s the case, why were you so upset by how the date ended?

The girls dragged you out for drinks once more. You would’ve preferred to stay in, seeing what happened last time. Peggy was talking about a man that had flirted with her at a coffee shop a few days ago. Angelica raved about an attractive man she was talking to. Eliza was quiet.

She knew if she mentioned Alexander then everything about your failed date would be dredged up. You laughed lightly at Angelica’s story and continued toying with your half empty glass. You took a drink and paused. Thomas was once again at the bar.

The night you met he was drinking a bar but now it was whiskey. You wondered if he was as upset as you were lately, as a result of your failed date. Or maybe you were just over analyzing everything. You sighed and took another long gulp from your glass. Eliza glanced over at you then followed your gaze to the bar.

“Y/N…” She tried.

“Stop Eliza. Really its fine.” You said holding up a hand. You know she must have informed her sister of the outcome of that night or they would’ve asked about it by now. Still, the other two glanced between you and the man at the bar with a curious look.

“Look, I’m just gonna head home.” You said. If you didn’t leave now, there was every possibility you’d get drunk. You weren’t crazy about that idea right now. You got up and left the bar.

“Guys do you think there’s anyway we can help her?” Eliza asked.

“You’re the one who knows the specifics of that night.” Angelica said.

“Thomas was rude to Alexander so Y/N was rude to him.” She explained. “She doesn’t act it, but I know she’s upset about how the date ended.”

“And Thomas?” Peggy asked. “How does he feel?”

“If his whiskey intake is anything to go on, then pretty bad.” Angelica said, watching him from where she sat at the table.

“We have to try anything.” Eliza said determinedly.

Thomas glanced up at a knock on his office door. “Angelica Schuyler. To what do I owe this pleasure?” He asked.

“I’m here about something rather personal Thomas.” She explained.

“Oh really?” He leaned forward, his flirtatious smirk on his lips.

“Nothing like that.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s about Y/N.”

“Leave.” He said, his eyes growing cold. “I don’t need told again how I acted was out of line. She did that well enough herself.”

“Actually, I was hoping I could help you two resolve your argument.” She said.

Thomas looked at her with renewed interest. “Go on.”

“Look. I want to help, but you need to agree to one thing first.”


You were in much better spirits tonight, it may or may not have been from a few drinks. You went out with the girls and Alexander came along too. It was rare he spent time with you, always working and unwilling to take a break.

Someone walked up to your table and cleared their throat. You looked up and glared at Thomas. “Look I came to apologize.” Everyone stared at him in astonishment. “May I sit?” He asked, gesturing to an empty chair. Every one turned to you for your answer. You curtly nodded.

He took a deep breath. “I was put of line that night.” He began. “So I need to apologize. Alexander, I’m truly sorry for what I said. Not only was it rude but it was also uncalled for.”

Alexander sat stunned. “Uh I accept your apology.” He finally said.

Thomas turned to you. “Y/N, I’m sorry for how horrible I was. I give you my word that I will never act out again if you are kind enough to give me a second chance.” He looked nervous, he kept his eyes down in his lap, daring only a few peeks at you through his bushy curls. “I also can promise to not be as rude to Alexander. I can’t promise to be his best friend but I can promise to be more civil.”

“Oh please Y/N, for the sake of peace, consider this.” Peggy jokingly pleaded.

You laughed lightly before looking back at Thomas. He was finally looking at you steadily, waiting for your response. “Alexander, do you really forgive him?” You asked.

“You know, I really do.” He said with a small smile. “Never thought I’d live to see the day Thomas Jefferson apologized though.”

“And you Eliza?” You asked. “You were hurt by his words too.”

“Y/N, you’ve been out of sorts since that night. I know this guy can fix that so of course I forgive him.” She told you.

You turned back to Thomas. “Then I forgive you too.” He smiled that bright smile that you’d thought of endlessly. The one that brought your own smile out. “However, apologizing was definitely not your idea.” You said and his smile fell. “OK fess up. Who at this table planned this?” You asked.

Angelica shamelessly raised her hand. “I knew you wanted him, so all he needed to do was apologize and I told him that.”

“You couldn’t possible know that I wanted him. At least not that badly.” You told her.

“Oh please. I told you, a lot of sexual tension in that one kiss.” She said dismissively, causing a bit of laughter. You and Thomas shared a bashful look. Which shifted into something more affectionate. “Oh just kiss her already.” Angelica groaned.

Thomas wasted no time in leaning forward and capturing your lips with his. While that first kiss was impulsive and infatuatous, this one was more passionate. It was as if he was securing his promises with this kiss. You gripped his curls again, grinning against his lips as it pulled a groan from him again. You forgot where you were until Alexander loudly cleared his thoat.

You pulled back and wouldn’t look at your friends. You knew your face was pure red. “Please Angelica,” Alexander began. “Never ask him to kiss her again.” The group laughed while Thomas just looked at you with his smile, not his smirk. You grinned up at him. While your friends teased you, you were really glad they helped fix this. You were even more happy that they were willing to look past Thomas’ actions in the past so that you were happy.

“You know Alexander.” Thomas said, getting the attention of the table. “I don’t need to be told.”

“Well then please tell me before you do so I can leave next time.” He joked. You were surprised to see them joking already.

“Oh you know I only live to make you suffer Alexander.” He said before kissing you soundly again. You felt Thomas’ lips quirk up in a smile when Alexander let out an exaggerated groan.

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Request: could you write a fic based on the song Baby It’s Cold Outside with Thomas?

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1,316

Warning: A bit of smooching? Is that in need of a warning? Oh, and Thomas curses once.

A/N: Happy holidays, loves. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas! And if you don’t celebrate that, then I hope whatever holiday you do celebrate goes/went just as well. Anyways, I know this is late but I had a sudden spark of inspiration last night. I meant to post it this morning but, like always, my dad didn’t tell me our plans until last minute and we had to leave sooner than I thought. But anyways, I hope you like it!

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HunHan vs XiuHan - Which is real? (Law v Law)

Quick Note: If either XiuHan or HunHan seriously offends you, may I suggest you not read this post? Cheers.

Also, an anon asked how we actually do Law vs Law debates. Basically, how it goes down, is I, along with a selected group of Law Students, sit in a room and talk for an hour or so. Everything we say gets recorded on my phone, and after the debate’s over, we take down everything that was said and make it into a post.

Proposition: HunHan is real ( James and Thomas @hunhan-never-dies
Opposition: XiuHan is real ( Peter @bacon-in-my-yeol )

Thomas: (ノꐦ ⊙曲ఠ)ノ彡┻━┻ Alright people, LET’S TALK BUSINESS.

James: Thomas, for the sake of civil argument, every time you swear, I’m going to give you a three-point timeout.

Thomas: WHA– that’s not fair ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

Peter: Naw, he’s so cute.

James: No, he’s really not. 

*Awkward Silence*

James: Well anyway…

Thomas: Yo, can we talk about jealous Sehun for a minute? Needless to say, he’s THE MVP when it comes to stubborn, and he’s never exactly reserved about his possessiveness over LuHan, you know. ;)

Peter: Why are you always under the impression jealousy is a good thing? Yes, it’s a portrayal of affection, to some extent, however, it’s also one of mistrust. The fact that Sehun is always so jealous of Luhan’s relationship with Xiumin (or anyone for that matter) is a visual implication that he does not trust Luhan to be around other people. 

If we can just talk about XiuHan for a minute…

Whilst both Xiumin and Luhan appear to get jealous over one-another, they never express it towards each other. This is because they have a mutual respect for one another. Sehun, on the other hand, has made it clear to Luhan on multiple occasions that he dislikes him talking to other people, or showing any visual signs of affection towards anyone other than him. Not only is this childish and disrespectful, but it’s what I like to call the foundations of an unstable relationship.

The fact that Xiumin tries so hard to conceal his own jealousy, instead of outwardly displaying it in a way he knows will upset Luhan, he keeps to himself (unlike someone we know *eyes Sehun*)

Relationships are built off of mutual trust, something that HunHan just doesn’t have. XiuHan, on the other hand, have always seen eye-to-eye.

James: *Chuckles*.

Peter: What? >.>

James: Oh, nothing…

Peter: *Eyeroll*

^^ Sehun ignoring Luhan, inevitably making Luhan upset in the long-run.

If we compare Sehun’s reaction to Xiumin’s, which do you think is the “correct” way to respond? Obviously Xiumin cares more about Luhan, enough to conceal his own emotions for the sake of it…

James: Peter, I think you’re misinterpreting Sehun’s behaviour towards Luhan. Correct me if I’m wrong, but, Sehun is furthermore possessive than jealous, right? There’s a huge difference between being jealous, and being possessive.

As far as I’ve seen, Sehun’s possessive nature towards Luhan is developed over the notion that he does not WANT to share Luhan with anyone else.

I highly doubt that Sehun mistrusts Luhan in any way. The fact that Sehun is always so bitter about Luhan interacting in a friendly manner towards others is because he wishes he could be the centre of Luhan’s attention 24/7, purely because he cares deeply about him. It has NOTHING to do with mistrust.

At most, it’s a sign of deep and unalterable love and affection.

If you haven’t noticed already, Sehun has a tendency to ALWAYS look at Luhan. 

The fact that Sehun always gives his undivided and unconditional attention to Luhan is its own display of affection in itself. Is it really so much for Sehun to be upset when he doesn’t receive the same treatment?


Peter: Go for it.

Thomas: Peter, if I told you that I was going out with James, would that upset you?

Peter: Um…no I guess not…?

Thomas: Becauuuse, you only see me as a platonic friend, right?

Peter: Yeah.

Thomas: Whereas, James, if I told you I was dating Peter, would that upset you?

James: For real man, what are you getting at? *Confuzzled*

Thomas: I’m saying people who have a romantic attraction to someone will almost instinctively show signs of bitterness towards any given situation where their significant other is showing affection to someone else.

If Xiumin truly had a romantic attraction towards LuHan, I personally believe that he would NOT be able to repress these emotions.

However, when I look at Sehun, I feel as though he does try to conceal his dismay whenever someone gets a little too friendly with LuHan for his liking. But the thing is, these types of emotions are extremely, and I mean EXTREMELY, difficult to conceal.

^^ Sehun when seeing LuHan being cute with Jongin

So, and this is probably going to get me killed, but I will go as far as to say, Xiumin has no romantic affections towards LuHan whatsoever, and it’s a purely platonic relationship.

Peter: …Wow. I don’t like you anymore.

James: *Chuckles*.

Peter: (ಠ ∩ಠ) Could you justify yourself a little more, please?

Thomas: With pleasure ;D

I personally believe that Luhan and Xiumin ARE closer. After all, it would only make plausible sense, considering they’re around the same age.

HOWEVER, when I look at the way Luhan and Xiumin behave around one another, I only see a platonic friendship.

If we analyse the way Sehun and Luhan behave towards each other, it’s a little more awkward, less relaxed. This actually supports the HunHan ship to a greater extent than you’d believe.

You see, statistics have proven that an average person will be more comfortable talking about emotional and personal subjects amongst a group of friends, rather than their love interest. The fact that Luhan seems so relaxed around Xiumin is actually a disadvantage to the romantic aspect of the relationship.

Peter: That sounds kind of…stupid to be honest.

James: Woah, calm down. *Laughs*.

Peter: No, but really. You’re implying that XiuHan isn’t real…because they’re closer. That makes zero sense to me, but okay.

I’d also like to point out that the two of you have subconsciously avoided talking about Luhan…maybe it’s because the both of you know that Luhan’s romantic feelings towards Xiumin in comparison to Sehun are much, MUCH clearer.

James: Actually I wasn’t avoiding it, I was going to talk about it later, but you know, what ever makes you happy.

*Awkward silence*

Peter: …Well, as I was saying, Luhan shows clear indications of having much stronger romantic attractions towards Xiumin than he does Sehun, and I think the two of you know that.

If we’re talking proxemics (something the two of you are kind of obsessed with, apparently) Luhan tends to stay closer to Xiumin than many of the other members, if not all of them.

Whereas, when it comes to Sehun, I believe it’s fairly one-sided. Luhan shows far less interest in Sehun in general.

He clings to Xiumin like a lifeline, and the affection he displays towards him is so visually clear that I don’t see how you two could possibly believe his romantic loyalties lie with Sehun.

^^ When I see the two of them together, I don’t see friendship, I see love. They look at each other with eyes of pure adoration that you wouldn’t ever see in a platonic relationship.

^^ I also think this set of gifs defines my point perfectly. To the right, there’s Sehun holding onto Luhan’s hand for dear life, whilst looking a little pissed off, and then there’s Xiumin on the left who coyly gets his hand pulled over my Luhan. Despite that Luhan has the attention of Sehun, he still needs to be near Xiumin and can’t help but hold onto him, because Xiumin is more important to him.

James: You’re suffering from what I like to call the Dom!Complex. 

Thomas: You poor soul.

Peter: …What?

James: The only reason you’re current state of mind sees Luhan as “less interested” in Sehun is because you think Luhan is a Dom.

Thomas: Ewwwwww.

Peter: When paired with Xiumin, yes, I think he’s Dom.

Thomas: Okay, the thing is…

When it comes to MOST ships, the Dominant is generally seen as the one who inputs the most interest in their partner, whilst the submissive kind of just blushes and does really cute fluffy stuff.

THIS is why HunHan shippers (not all of them, but the majority) find Dom!LuHan fairly odd.

Defining LuHan as a person, one of the first words that pop into my head is ‘awkward’. I’ve always seen him as a bit of a social n00b. To this day, he always seems to embarrass himself in one way or another. And generally speaking, he’s quite a reserved character.

This, again, backs up my theory of LuHan and Xiumin being nothing more than close friends. Because, as I’ve stated previously, friends tend to be more comfortable around each other than around their significant other/crush/whatever.

The fact that Luhan can be so open with Xiumin, despite how reserved he is around everyone else, shows that he is not self-conscious when around him.

But, looking at things realistically from a real life perspective, people tend to ALWAYS be self-conscious when around their significant other. THIS is why I believe HunHan to be more realistic than XiuHan.

Peter: You keep going on about the whole, ‘They’re not together because they’re closer’ argument, when in reality, isn’t a romantic relationship BASED off of the foundations of a friendship? You can’t expect to have a stable relationship with someone if you’re not exceedingly close to them.

You’ve established the fact that Xiumin and Luhan are obviously closer than Sehun and Luhan, which is great, however, your delusions have lead you to believe that, despite the clarity that their care for one another is greater than Luhan’s care for Sehun, Hunhan is more realistic, and it makes no logical sense, because “closeness” is what DEFINES a relationship. If we forget about platonic and non-platonic connotations for just a second, who would Luhan be happier spending the rest of his life with, realistically speaking?

Now, as much as I’d love to continue this conversation, I actually have to get to a lecture in ten minutes.


James: There’s always next week :P

Peter: Hey, thanks for talking with me you guys <3

—C’est fini.—


At the end of the day, everyone’s entitled to their own opinion. HunHan, XiuHan, or whatever, we’re all EXO-Ls, so please respect each other.

Thomas: I don’t think Pete likes me that much. He called me cute though.

James: *Eyeroll* Yeah whatever.

Thomas: What, do you not think I’m cute? (;-_-)/

James: This conversation just got really weird, let’s stop.

anonymous asked:

Hey there, just curious, do you have any suggestions for potential DC characters? Heroes or rogues, it doesn't matter.

there’s just such a broad array of characters you could choose from!   if anyone has any charas to add,  just put em in a reply to this. 

the characters within the batman family mythos i especially would love to see more of include  cassandra cain,  duke thomas,  luke fox,  damian wayne (my boy),  jim gordon, and harper row.  as for rogues,  hugo strange is a character that i think is extremely underrated for how horribly twisted and diabolical he is (plus i have a fc in mind + a url saved so I MEAN),  there’s also characters like ra’s al ghul, tommy elliot, and bane who are all terribly complex and underrated.  batman’s love interests are a vast list,  but i would personally love to see a jezebel jet  or a white rabbit blog around, but there’s also 

as for others outside of the batman family mythos,  there’s characters from all the lantern corps,  superman family (not cw-based lmao, shade intended).  lois lane comes to mind,  definitely. there’s also  black adam,  aquaman (arthur + hera + other atlanteans). the villains and rogues of the other heroes including cheetah,  sinestro,  general zod, braniac, and honestly more.   i also have a weakness for swamp-thing.   there’s honestly a broad array of others to choose from,  from elseworlds and the main continuity,  but these are all of whom come to mind first and foremost. 

honestly more female characters & villains are def something i would personally suggest as there are few portrayals of them on here that i know of,   but honestly nothing is off limits!   

anonymous asked:

But if they are rewriting all the time.. why do you think they would've cut Evens storyline? Just because of William coming back? I mean.. pelople are interested in his story. It's a popular character. I don't get it, What does Eleanor think hahaha

he might be a popular character, but julie loves william more than anyone on that show hahaha (except maybe for noora tbh) and also the norwegian audience is also in love with that storyline so she met with thomas and when thomas finally agreed to come back she most likely dropped a hell of a lot concerning the bakka boys and the boy squad. it’s like. really evident hahahah she didn’t even try

Thomas Jefferson x Reader. Studying. Part 1.

AN- This is litteraly my first fic, ever. You have been warned. And I’m so sorry if the bottom doesn’t indent where its supposed to, it glitches out a lot and wouldn’t work. Also this was supposed to be posted on Sunday, but I’ll post it now because it won’t let me write any more.13,000+ words

Another day at school, another opportunity to see your friends.

The warning bell rang violently as you ran towards your debate class. Correction, ‘friendly argument class’. You walked in the classroom about to sit down when you were rudely (and not to mention, harshly) cut off by the bell pronouncing you as late.

“Mrs. L/N,” your professor, Dr. Washington, spoke up catching your attention, “You’re late to my class, again,”

“I’m sorry, sir, I swear it won’t happen again,” you cut him off before he could give you any more of his eyebrow sass.

“Just. Sit. Down.” He paused cruelly between each word to drag the sentence on before he could start class successfully.

You nodded and plopped into your seat. It wasn’t long before you heard a faint chuckle coming from behind you, you started to turn your head, but then remembered //who// sat behind you.


You were about to ask him why he was laughing when Prof. Washington interrupted with, “Teams are being randomly selected with a name generator as we speak, the first team,” he paused to make sure everyone was on the same page, “Mr. Jefferson, Mr. Madison, and…”

He hesitated, waiting for his computer to load up the last name, your best friend, Alexander, sweating with anticipation, hoping it wouldn’t be him, however all the girls in the class that weren’t utterly lost in Alex’s eyes were practically jumping out of their seat to be on Jefferson’s side.

It was only three per team.

“ Mrs. L/N,” you practically froze. Why him? Why //Jefferson//?! You nodded politely and stood next to James. Not making eye contact with neither Alexander nor Jefferson.

You were broke from your trance with a heavy sigh from Dr. Washington, “Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Hemmings, and Mr. Reynolds,” he paused to rub his eyes “You will be against the topic of an old classic of ‘School Uniforms’, you may begin disscusing with your team. As for the others in this class, you are to take out your notebooks, open to the next available page, write down your opinion, and take notes once the debate begins,”

“Hey? You with us?” James nugded you politely, popping a cough drop into his mouth. “Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. Pro school uniforms team, got it,” ___________________________

“How could you side with- with- with Jefferson?!” Alex had a tone of almost utter betrayal in his voice and he glared at you as if you had ripped his favourite shirt or something.

“It was my assignment, Alexander, why are you over-reacting?” You rolled your eyes, “I get you dislike him, but he made valid arguments, and even though he’s a cocky peice of obnoxious magenta, he’s really not that bad.”

“Me? Over-reacting?” he scoffed, “You’re the one who’s got their story mixed up. I’m not speaking to you until you realize how childish you’re being.” turning angrily (which you didn’t think was possible) and walking away, he didn’t even stop to look back.

You sighed and head to the library for your free period before lunch.


Everything was going great, you were reading up on slavery, getting all of your notes done, and you were peacefully drawing up some doodles in your mini sketchbook (it’s really adorable and you carry it around everywhere, you honestly always have it with you).

“What’s a friend of Hamilton’s doing drawing the great Thomas Jefferson?” your gaze almost instantly jolted up towards the man now leaning on the table in front of you.

You coughed, and quickly hid your drawings under your APUSH text book, blushing like a mad man. “Jefferson?! I wasn’t drawing you! It was um.. The king of Floofstown!” You said it so fast you didn’t have time to process //what// you were saying.

He chuckled at your panicked whispers, “The king of Floofstown? Sounds interesting, I’ll need more information on it later, but right now, I need your help studying for the test in history next period, you in?”

Was he- did he really just? The Thomas Jefferson, needed //your// help?

“Uh,” you paused looking up at him, all the cockiness was gone in his expression, he looked…cute.

No, you do not think Jefferson is cute. He is everything //but// cute.

“Sure, sit,” you replied patting the seat next to you. An hour that you have to bare Thomas Jefferson.


You found yourself laughing while packing up your stuff to head to lunch. “Jefferson, maybe you’re not so bad after all.”

“I would certainly hope not,” smirking at you, he raised an eyebrow, “Sit with me and James at lunch? It would be a lot more fun with someone who actually laughs at my jokes,”

“I’d love to,” you then said your goodbyes because you got lunch from school and he brought his. Unfortunately you bumped into Alex and waited in line with him.

“We’re going to talk about Laf’s new hobbies today at the lunch tables, plus John drew you a turtle and-”

“I’m not sitting with you guys today,” you cut him off, only to see him almost turn straight around with a questioning look.

“I’m studying with someone today, I’ll sit with you tomorrow,” You rolled your eyes at his mock offense and got your lunch.

Thomas waved you down, surprisingly, the only people at his table were him and James. They sat pretty far in the back actually. That really surprised you.

“Jefferson,” you nodded at him, “James,” you gave your gaze to him as we smiled slightly “How are you two?” you asked sitting down next to them.

“Ms. L/N, aren’t you supposed to be sitting with the other ‘revoulutionaries’? ” James asked in reference of the time you all went on strike about how stupid the assignments were for a shared class.

You blushed when Thomas chuckled in remembrance to your hand made signs and the short tunes Alex wrote. ‘No project discrimination without representation’. The good days.


It’s been a few days since you had become friends with Thomas, but you still called him Jefferson. You hadn’t told the Hamilsquad (Alex decided to name it that, you had no idea why) about it being Thomas, but you wouldn’t think they’d mind.

“Y/N, your phone’s ringing,” John called from the kitchen of Alex’s apartment.

“Can you answer it? If it’s my mom tell her I’m not visiting this holiday,” you replied while fixing up your hair in a ponytail.

“Hello? Who is this?” John spoke into the phone.

“I’m looking for Y/N, this is Thomas, who are you?” John shrieked and hung up.

You ran in the kitchen, “What’s wrong?!” you asked frightened as John pulled you outside.

“Why is Thomas Jefferson calling you? And why didn’t you tell us?” He wasn’t angry, but shocked.

“Alex would have freaked, and I’m going to the park to study with him, if you tell Alex, you’ll never see me again.”

“Do you need a ride?” he asked smiling slightly, which took you back a little. He was helping you?

“Please? That would be amazing!” you whisper yelled, thanking him whilst embrassing him in your signature potato hug. “Do I look okay? Is my hair too fluffy? Should I try and brush it straighter-”

“Y/N, you look great, just put your shoes on so we can spare Jefferson from looking at me,” you nod and follow his instructions, but still fixing you hair to where not all of it was put back, but you didn’t care.


You found your self packing up your books after what seemed ten minutes of studying that was really two hours.

“ So, do you think you finally understand what we’ve been studying, Jefferson?“ You raised an eyebrow looking at him with a smirk. “Or do you need another tutor?”

“Well, Y/N, maybe I was just making sure you understood it, since I have an A, and you,” he paused grabbing his backpack and turning his head over his shoulder, “Have a C. Goodbye L/N”

You stood there in shock for a few seconds, “Wait, I’m going to walk home in the dark, alone?” you voiced your thoughts out loud not realising you didn’t have a ride back to you and the squads apartment.

Thomas stopped and watched you walk passed him, looking in both directions trying to remember which way you were supposed to go. He sighed and put his hand on your shoulder. “Where do you live, L/N?” he asked smiling slightly, but it wasn’t a cocky smile. It was a genuine one.

“Do you know where Alexander lives? I live with him and my friends.” you audibly heard him rolls his eyes, which is another thing you thought was impossible.

He chuckled turning you around and walking the other direction. “Well he certainly doesn’t live on that side of town,” a meek ‘oh’ escaped your lips and you felt heat in your cheeks. Then, the NY winter air hit you, and it hit you hard.

You shivered slightly trying to keep your teeth from chattering as you rubbed your arms. You heard an unfimilliar zip and looked up to see Thomas giving you his magenta hoodie. He zipped it up and smiled at you drowning in the fabric. “Thanks,” is all you could say. He didn’t reply.

All he could do is look at you, smiling as you messed around with the extra fabric hanging from your hands. Karate chopping at the air and giggling. You spin and skip as if you were a kid pretending to be a ninja.

You didn’t know he was staring until he burst out laughing at a “Whaaachaaa!” you had made. You froze, as red as a tomato and started laughing awkwardly. “Sorry about that,” you cleared your throught as he walked you up the steps to your apartment. You started taking off your jacket but he stopped you since you weren’t inside yet.

“Just give it back to me tomorrow, since we’re studying again,” he shrugged it off as you thanked him for everything and requested a buzz in from Alexander.

At some point you forgot you were wearing Thomas’ hoodie and started jumping up the stairs to tell John all of your new jokes. Alex heard you coming and opened the door.

He saw the hoodie and was out cold.

@trucidavit (x)

If she had not walked right next to him, Thomas wouldn’t have noticed her. The book was interesting every time he read it -every time he discovered new things, made him think a bit more. For that alone, Meditations was one of his favourite books., which now he left aside to pay attention to his wife.
“You haven’t?” he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. The worst thing he could imagine Miranda keeping from him would be that she had found herself a lover that he did not know about and that lover was someone from their inner circle. That would be interesting at the very least. “You intrigue me, my dear. Although what gave you the impression that I forgive that easily?” he asked in a clearly teasing tone.

nevertheaesthetic replied to your postits hilarious how like every single press outlet…

I love that show! What do you think people are missing about it!

HOOO boy where do I start—

I think the biggest thing a lot of reviewers missed or seemed to be, like, purposefully ignoring is that despite being weirdly high-quality television, hannibal wasn’t the type of high-quality television we’ve come to expect over the past decade or so. there was a lot of talk about how the writing is “so good” and that had me with my jaw on the floor because…were we watching the same show? like, it’s not mad men, it’s not breaking bad, it’s cinematic but not cinematically crafted in the way those shows are—its writing isn’t its strength, but the visuals are nothing without the writing; everything is kind of a mesh of overwrought visual and spoken metaphors. for lack of a better word, it’s campier than most high-quality TV i’ve seen lately. there’s a pervasive queer goofiness to it which I think a lot of people either mistook for pretension or ignored entirely. it seems to thumb its nose purposefully at masculine horror film auteurism and instead just kinda threw everything at the wall to see what stuck. the show isn’t perfect with regards to how it treats its marginalized characters but I also think a lot of reviewers missed the sheer amount of change that the source of the show (the books) must have undergone in order to have so much affection for the idea of queerness translate onscreen; the source material is pervasively homophobic—thomas harris was just really scared of gay people, or at least that’s how his writing comes off. i am really against the idea that male/male subtext is always more radical than a heterosexual relationship being front and center on tv but i think in this case it..kinda is. weird horror tropes aside, turning your fruity queer-coded villain into someone who has genuine, explicitly stated, romantic, fleshed-out feelings for his male co-protagonist that become the heart of the show is really interesting.. and that’s the other point—hannibal is, like, really tonally cohesive. absurdly so. that was something i only picked up on from rematching it start to finish because serialized tv episodes have a way of getting away from you but the entire tract of the show is about will’s transformation and gradual acceptance of his, uh. urges? murderous tendencies? love for hannibal? all of the above i guess. there’s nothing that happens in season three that isn’t essentially framed up in the first two or three episodes of season one and that’s satisfying.

so, yeah. calling hannibal a good show is a weird thing to do because it feels to me like a cult hit that knew how to be a cult hit and was written like a cult hit from day one in all of its campy, stupid, goofy glory. tl;dr.

#21 Newt/TBS College AU : The Coffee Shop

The Coffee Shop

Requested: @stillinskys

Thomas Brodie-Sangster imagine

Prompt: Reader gets caught in the rain with no umbrella and has to run to the nearest cafe, where she meets a certain someone…

A/N: hi munchkins! My exams are finished finally! WHOOOO!! So yeah, this is a tbs imagine because it was requested by a good friend and I thought why not do this one! I hope you enjoyyyyy :)


I’m just a quarter of the way back home from my lecture when I hear the first crack of thunder.

Personally, I’ve never been one to get all worked up about the rain and ‘what terrible things it will do to my hair’. I’m not like that.

If I’m being one hundred percent honest, I actually really enjoy the rain. I love how it feels on my skin when it falls from the sky’s in drizzles and I adore how it looks against the glass panes of my apartments windows. It takes away all the stresses of being a university student; as if physically washing them away. Although thunderstorms have never been a thing I enjoy, I get anxious. No, I prefer the drizzle that seems quiet and calm in itself.

I’m only another hundred metres away from my bus stop as I notice it pulling up. Early.

“HEY!” I yell, picking up the pace of my walk. “WAIT!”

But I’m too late, as the bus pulls away from the stop when I’m barley half way there.

“Shucks sake.” I curse, shoving my hair out of my eyes. I’ve lent my car to my friend, Teresa, who’s going to visit her boyfriend, Thomas, an hour and a half away. Her car isn’t functioning and is currently in repair.

As a result of my lack of transport, I’m going to have to walk in the rain. At least thirty minutes in the god damn rain. Like I said, I don’t mind the rain, however I’m not sure half an hour of thundering and lightning and possibly high winds will do me any favours right now. I’ve got a ton of work to do for my English Lit. Being delayed on arriving back to my apartment will slow down the process of all the other things I need to complete.

Plus, the weather was nice this morning so I wore a sun dress. Green. At least I’m wearing a bra, but I’m not sure how translucent this dress is going to be after the rain hits it.

And speaking of the devil, down it pours. It happens so fast I almost jump when the first drop hits my shoulder.

“Shuck.” I mutter under my breath, dipping into my rucksack for my umbrella.

Yanking it out vigorously, I thank the angles above that I remembered it today. If I’m going to get drenched for over half an hour, I may as well look like I have some sort of shield.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I hold my head high and continue to walk down the road, slightly quicker, of course. But the faster I walk, the harder and heavier the rain seems to chuck. The quicker my pace, the louder the cracks of thunder and lightning.

I’m starting to get a little uneasy when all of a sudden, a huge gust of wind swoops my umbrella out of my dampened hands and sends it crashing down the pavement at high speed.

“Oh dear. Oh no.” I say, feeling the rain soak into my skin like melting ice.

Instantly, I begin to charge after the umbrella, reaching out to grab it every time I come close. I can’t imagine what I must look like in my green dress, cardigan and trainers, charging down the street and trying not to slip. In the rain.

A minute later, with one final leap of faith, I lunge for the umbrella and grasp it’s handle firmly. Inside, I’m actually quite proud of that performance.

That is, until I realise that my umbrella is completely and utterly wrecked.

The handle has snapped in two, handing on my a thread. The fabric at the top has got several rips in it and a chunk of it is actually missing.

“OH SHUCKING HELL.” I cry out to nobody in particular. Well, maybe to the heavens and whoever decided to rain on my parade. Literally.

After a few seconds of standing dumbstruck in the downpour, I make the fairly logical decision to run. So that’s what I do, I charge straight for the nearest cafe which is only across the street.

With my bag on my head, I rush into the cafe and to my horror, straight into someone. Stepping back from the person, I flush a deep shade of red.

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry!” I gush, wiping my face with my hands. “That was completely my fault. See I had this umbrella and…”

I look up to face my latest victim and am silenced immediately. Because…well…whoa.

It’s a boy. A rather tall, messy haired blonde boy. He has warm brown eyes and a teasing smile that somehow reassures me that he’s not in any way peeved that I’ve just spilled his cup of tea on the floor in front of him.

Oh god, his tea.

“I’ll buy you another one!” I blurt, dropping my wet-through bag to the floor to pick up his takeaway cup of spilled tea.

The boy kneels down so he’s eye level with me and takes the takeaway cup out of my hand. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve had enough tea in these past few hours to last me a lifetime.”

Once again, he flashes me a smile full of life, but that’s not what takes me aback.

“British?” I ask with wide eyes.

“Indeed.” He grins, standing up and pulling out a chair on a table. I’ve just noticed that the cafe only has another three people in it beside us, one being a waitress.

“You gonna sit or…?” He asks, gesturing to a chair opposite him. I have to say, what long legs he has in his navy jeans. Saying that actually, his dress sense makes him even more attractive; a button up and jeans is pretty damn nice.

“Oh no, no.” I shake my head. “I’ll probably break that too judging by how this trip home has gone so far.”

“Tell me about it.” He says and kicks the chair so it’s out and ready to sit on.

I raise my eyebrows but oblige. I peel my soaked cardigan off my body and shove it in my bag, leaving me in just my green dress. I’m not going anywhere soon, so I may as well talk to this extremely attractive boy.

“So what’s your name, greenie?” The boy asks, leaning forward on his hands and flashing me a comforting grin.


“The dress, love.”

“Ah, right.” I break eye contact for a second, flushed from the rain and the fact that this guy is talking to me after I’ve just spilled his drink. But then I remember the original question. “My names (y/n).”

The boy rests his hand on his chin tangibly, stroking the non existing beard. “(y/n), (y/n), (y/n).” He repeats over. “I like it.”

“Thanks?” I laugh. “So what’s yours then Mr. Tea Drinker?”

“That’s just it. Mr. Tea Drinker.” I furrow my eyebrows which only makes him laugh harder. “I’m joking! My names Thomas.”

“Thomas, Thomas, Thomas.” I say, mocking him. “I like it.”

He laughs at me and even though I’ve just met this boy, I could get used to that laugh.

“So, (y/n), where do you go to school?” He asks, leaning forward across the table on his elbows. “I mean, I’m guessing you’re at university?”

“I am.” I say, sighing at the thought of all the work I’m meant to be completing. “I’m enrolled at North.”

“What a coincidence!” He beams. “I am, too!”

“Really?” I say, actually quite surprised. “I’ve never seen you!”

“Yeah, it’s a bloody big school though isn’t it?” He says and as he speaks, his upper lip quirks up in such an adorable twitch that it makes me physically smile.

“It is.” I bite my lip nervously and for some reason, Thomas’s eyes widen. “So what classes do you take?”

Thomas shakes his head, making his already floppy blonde hair mess up even more adorably. “I take English Literature, Physics and Maths.”

I tell you what, he’d better stop that lip quirk-thing or I’m gonna end up kissing him. Wait, did I just think that? Like, REALLY?

Thomas’s eyebrows raise in amusement and he wiggles his eyebrows and looks up at me through his lashes.

I didn’t just say that in my head. I said that out loud.

“Y-yeah that’s c-cool!” I stammer and look down, playing with my suddenly very interesting fingers. “I take English l-literature too.”

“Really? That’s so cool!” Thomas’s nose crinkles with genuine interest and he seems to have completely forgotten what an ass I’ve just made of myself. “What else do you take?”

“Art and history.” I attempt to smile and create eye contact once again.

“Oh we’ve got a budding artist have we, love?” Thomas teases and beckons the waitress over.

“Writer actually, I like to hope.”

“Ah, lovely. I’d love to go down that route, too. Although science is another of my passions.” He says as the waitress approaches. “I took English literature because I like to read.”

I’m about to respond when the all too chirpy waitress stops next to our table. “What can I get for you?” She asks.

“A tea please.” Thomas says then looks to me, beckoning for me to order.

“Uh, yeah tea would be great, thanks.” I say.

“I’ll be right back with those.” She flashes us a smile. “Take away, yeah?”

Thomas nods and returns to face me. “A writer, huh?”

“Yeah. I really love art as well, so I’m hoping that I could go down the field of both.” I bite my lip again in concentration, even though I’m completely relaxed talking about writing. Most of the time, I don’t even realise that I’m going it. “I’ve always wanted to write though, even when I was a young child.”

Thomas looks at me deeply and smiles a quiet but happy smile.

“What?” I laugh.

“Your face.” He rests his head in both hands, still leaning forward on the table. “It lights up when you talk about things that you love. Things that you’re passionate about. It’s really beautiful, actually.”

This makes me blush and I feel like I’m about to melt. Who is this Thomas and why haven’t I met him sooner?

“Yeah, I look wonderful with my dripping wet hair and clothing.” I joke but something in Thomas’s unchanged facial expression tells me he wasn’t joking with me.

“Oh god!” He suddenly blurts, worry plastered on his face. “You need to warm up! You could get hypothermia or something ridiculous!”

This makes me chuckle and look at my clothing. “I was exaggerating slightly, Thomas. I’m not COMPLETELY drenched. Just damp.”

“Even so. I’m giving you my coat and walking you home.” He says stubbornly and I know he’s not going to let it drop.

“Okay.” I give him a quiet smile. “Thanks.”

“Not a problem, love.” His tongue brushes lightly over his lips and once again, my heart thumps a little harder and a little faster. Our eyes make contact and if I’m not mistaken, the air gets that little bit thicker.

However, it only lasts a couple of seconds before the waitress comes back and hands us our drinks.

“Thanks.” Thomas and I say in unison before both getting up and bracing ourselves for the storm.

“Hey, I’ve just noticed something.” I say as we walk towards the door.


“You were bone dry when I came in?”

Thomas smirks and roots around in his satchel for a second before pulling out an umbrella. I punch him in the shoulder.

“I take it you witnessed my struggle then?” I thump my head into my hands.

“I did.” Thomas laughs.

“You ready?” I ask, ignoring any fluster or embarrassment on my cheeks.

“I am but you’re not.”

I’m about to question what he means by this but I can feel a soft coat on the skin of my arms.

“There.” He grins. “You are now.”

For some reason, I’ve lost the ability to breath steadily and my response is a deep, raspy breath and a what I hope was look of gratitude and a nod.

Thomas pushes open the door with his foot, umbrella at the ready in one hand and tea in the other. As fumble out into the rain, I can’t help but breath in Thomas’s smell from his coat. He smells like spearmint and nature. You know, musky flowers and that natural warm smell before rain. It’s actually really comforting to smell something so natural, so real.

So off we head, into the rain with me wrapped in his coat and him holding the umbrella over us. We’re standing close. Very close. Arm to arm.

The occasional car comes past and nearly soaks us, but fails because Thomas is like a human shield and moves me out the way before either of us get splashed. Every time he grips my arms, it feels safe.

We finish our tea in no time and throw the empty takeaway cups into the next bin. The rain continues to thunder down and Thomas and I continue to move closer to each other. At some point, I shiver a little and Thomas notices.

“We can’t be having that!” He says and grabs my hand in his spare one, holding it close to him. Words cannot describe the electric shock that pummelled through my veins.

“You’re freezing!” Thomas continues and grips my hand tighter by his side.

I’m so taken aback that I can’t speak once again, so I just squeeze his hand back and out of the corner of my eye, I see a shy smile.

After another fifteen minutes of me guiding Thomas to my apartment building, we arrive and truth be told, I don’t want him to leave.

“Thanks so much for this.” I say as we take cover by the front reception-ish desk.

“It’s no problem.” Thomas says and let’s my hand go. It feels empty. “Couldn’t have you getting freezing alone now, could I?”

I roll my eyes and shake my head playfully. We keep eye contact for a minute, observing. Admiring.

“So, I’ll see you at school?” I say, barely a whisper.

“You will.” Thomas gives me a crooked smile and turning to go to the door.

“You should come over tomorrow. You know. To study.” Personally, I’m surprised at my boldness, but not ashamed. I really do want Thomas to come over. I want to see him.

“That’d be great.” He sends me a full smile, a joyful smile, and waves, walking out into the storm.

“Thomas!” I shout, shoving the door open again. “Your coat!”

“Don’t worry, keep it until tomorrow so you don’t forget about me!” He calls back and laughs under the umbrella. I grin.

Just as I’m about to close go back inside, Thomas shouts to me again.

“You’ll need it! That dress is pretty see-through, love!”

And then he’s gone.


A/N: that’s it! I hope you like ittttt :) THANK YOU WHOEVER MAY HAPPEN TO BE READING THIS!! Thank you so much for reading my imagine! I hope you enjoyed it! Just so you’re all aware, every lovely message, like and reblog means the absolute world to me.
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opalsunrise said: My only reason for disliking it is because I sort of liked her being nasty. I wanted to know her reasoning behind why she is that way other than just being spoiled brat but I definitely liked her being sort of the anti-hero type character. She creates lots of drama and what have you and gives marinette someone to stick up against. I trust Thomas and the team will make her redemption if she is the bee worthy of our love though 100%

I think it’s interesting that everyone thinks her redemption means she’s going to quit being nasty. Not like she’s suddenly going to be Rose or something. She’s still going to be a stuck up brat, more than likely, but she probably just needs to take control of her more aggressively nasty actions (what she did to Kim, for example). She can still be snippy and nasty without being a total bitch. And it’s not like her redemption is going to happen overnight. I honestly bet she’ll be a terrible hero at first, screaming and getting in the way. But, as has been shown in canon (anti-bug, for example), when pushed for the right reasons, Chloe WILL MAKE brave and courageous choices. Being a hero might be the PERFECT thing for her, especially since she already has so much adoration for Ladybug. 

I don’t want Chloe to change her base temperament, I just want her to direct it elsewhere.