i know i could be more clever

i talked to him on a wednesday. he sighed on my bed. i was skyping my sister, who was trying to teach me how to knit. i told him i needed to go to bed early, i had a test in the morning. he said he had things to discuss and i’m a patient person so i listened.

this is, i learn, how our “friendship” works. hours of my life become his sanctuary. he texts me constantly. his problems fill up every space in my planner. often he demands my attention rather than asking. i feel bad, because i’m the type to feel bad, so i listen. i offer advice that goes ignored, i sit in contemplative silence even though i should be studying, i nod my head and support him. 

he doesn’t notice i start drinking wine as soon as he shows up. a few times i make the mistake of trying to bring my own problems up. they are always overshadowed by his own, or else i am given an odd supply of uncomfortable comments. “i don’t feel good lately” is met with “a girl as pretty as you isn’t supposed to feel sad.” i say “i don’t like my writing recently” and he spends forty seconds saying i’m beautiful and intelligent and a perfect girlfriend before saying “unlike me, i’m awful” and before i know it, i’m comforting him again. we don’t have real conversations. once, as an experiment, i spend two hours completely silent, just to see if he’ll notice. he doesn’t. 

once he bursts into my room while i’m scheduling my week. he’s taken aback by how much i’m doing. “you look so busy!” he says, “where’s all the time you’re planning on spending with me?” he doesn’t ask about any of my other activities. he knows nothing about my life except that i’m good at listening. i feel myself under a rolling pin. he flattens me out to use me. he punishes me if i don’t give him attention - all i hear is how he is useless without me, how he’s barely holding on, how he doesn’t know what he’d do if one day i was gone. he doesn’t know my middle name. he misses my birthday.

it’s wednesday again. i’ve been drinking. he took some of my wine without asking. he lounges on my couch with his arm casually around me. my actual friends know i don’t like touching. i asked him to move but he just laughed and said “you’re so funny.” he’s too heavy for me to move physically so i just let him lay there, complaining. i stare into space, thinking about the news i got that day. about how my life has changed.

he looks up to me. “can i ask you a personal question?”  

i don’t say “that would be a first,” because my mother raised me to respond politely. i tell him go ahead, as always, i’m listening.

“why do girls like you date jerks?” he asks me.

i stare at him, uncomprehending. he is a runaway train, his mouth still moving. “I just mean,” he says, “you’re all always going after the worst guys like you don’t even see people like me. like i’m always being friend-zoned, even you did it, and you’re one of the only people who is nice to me. but girls like you never say yes to boys like me.”

i don’t know what he’s saying. i’m dating a girl, and he would know that, if he knew anything about me; a clever and talented girl who means everything to me. 

he sighs and sits back when i’m not immediate in responding. “this,” he says, “is what i mean.” looks up with puppy dog eyes at me, “i mean could you ever date someone as awful as me? am i just a friend? am i doomed to be nothing more than the friend to pretty girls?”

we aren’t friends. we aren’t friends. we aren’t friends. 

he moves the topic before i can reply, back to his problems. i text my girlfriend, “men are animals” and she sends me back a poem about how much she loves me. he tries to kiss me when he leaves, and when i duck out of it, i later get sixteen texts on how scared i am of sex. his facebook posts are all about how women don’t know how to find the right men. how we’re blind to the good things. how we don’t see fate when it’s happening. 

he says, “i wrote you something.”

it’s a poem about him.

One-paragraph appreciation for the introvert types

ISTJs:  I think it’s great that there are so many of you, because ISTJs drive the world, get stuff done, and always seem to know what’s going on. You’re so incredibly reliable and trustworthy and we need people like that. Without your devotion and logical thinking, the world would be nowhere.

ISFJs: You guys are the glue that holds society together. I love how much you care about everyone and how much effort you put in to make sure everyone is okay. Seriously, you deserve more credit for being such great people, and you have both the drive and natural kindness to help a lot of people.

INFJs: Not only do you have other peoples’ best interests in mind, you guys dream big and have bold ideals. You may not think they’ll happen, but because you’re all so gutsy and organized (unlike me) I feel like you can and will accomplish your goals. I wish there were more of you, because you’re brilliant.

INTJs: You nerds are going to change the world. Seriously, you’re all intelligent, knowledgeable, determined and generally great at stuff, and you’re unbound by expectations. You are creators, challengers, improvers, and while you are few, you can have massive effects on the world on your own.

ISTPs: I know none of you are that dependent on the approval of others, but for what it’s worth: you are great. Your cleverness, pragmatism and bravery mean that you can accomplish awesome things that others could only dream of, and your calmness under pressure is something I strive for.

ISFPs: I feel like the world would be so much more peaceful if people adopted your mindset. It’s incredible how well you guys can see the beauty in others and the world around you. Flexible, talented people like you have so much potential, and since you’re all so kind and charming it’s great to be around you.

INFPs: You guys are most interested in deep thoughts and long-term goals and don’t care about shallow things. And that’s a wonderful way to be. I’m so glad that there are people like you: deep thinkers who don’t forget to look after others, altruists who still seek to define themselves. You fit so many great qualities into one incredible personality.

INTPs: My fellow oddities, you are awesome. You have whole worlds inside your heads, and you tend to know the right answers and ask the right questions. Your curiosity and imagination combined are a force to be reckoned with, and you are definitely some of the smartest people in the world.

Musical Theatre Themed Ask

Some musical theatre related questions I often find mylsef thinking about:

1. What was the first musical you saw?

2. What musical got you really  into theatre?

3. Who was your first Broadway crush?

4. Name three of your current Broadway crushes.

5. Name four of your dream roles.

6. Favourite off-broadway show:

7. Favourite cast recording.

8. 2013 Tony opening number or 2016 Tony opening number?

9. Favourite show currently on Broadway.

10. A musical that closed and you’re still bitter about. Rant a bit.

11. Best stage to screen adaptation?

12. Worst  stage to screen adaptation?

13. Favourite #ham4ham?

14. A musical you would love to see produced by Deaf West?

15. If you could revive any musical, which one would it be and who would you cast in it?

16. If you could go to a concert at the 54 below, who’s would it be?

17. Do you watch broadway.com vlogs? Which one is your favourite?

18. Make a broadway related confession.

19. What do musicals mean to you?

20. Express some love for understudies and swings!

21. Best Disney musical:

22. Which Disney movie should be made into a musical?

23. Which musical fandom has the funniest memes?

24. Name a character from a musical you would sort into your Hogwarts house.

25. Name a Broadway star you would sort into your Hogwarts house.

26. Best on stage chemistry?

27. A Broadway duo you love.

28. What book, tv show, movie, biography, video game, etc. should be turned into a musical?

29. If you could make a jukebox musical, what artist or genre would you pick?

30. Favourite role played by _________________?

31. What musical has made you cry the most?

32. What musical has made you laugh the most?

33. Current showtune stuck in you head:

34. A musical that has left you thinking about life for a long time or deeply inspired you.

35. If you could perform any ensemble number , which one would you pick?

36. Name a musical you didn’t like at first but ended up loving.

37. What are some customes you’d love to try on?

38. Favourite dance break.

39. Favourite Starkid musical:

40. What’s a musical more people should know about?

41. What are some lines from musicals you really like?

42. Name a Tony performance you rewatch and rewatch.

Guys. GUYS.
I think SJM is referencing Erilea and Aelin and the TOG world. Hear me out,
“Koschei, too- confined and bound by his little lake on the continent”

Is it just me or does Koschei sound like the creature in the lake that Rowan and Aelin encounter when training. Afterall, The Bone Carver and its siblings are said to be around for tens of thousands of years.
“All before Prythian, before this land was carved up and Any High Lords were crowned… Ancient Fae”

SJM droppin some hints here about the timeline difference between Throne of Glass and ACOTAR series. That the TOG world came first.
“Clever, that Fae warrior. Her bloodline is long gone by now- … No one remembers her name. But I do. She would have been my salvation, had I not made my choice long before she walked this earth.”

Uhhhh Sound like Aelin to anyone?? No one remembers her name, making her The Nameless once more. She knows how to open wrydgates, it’s how she could have gotten the Bone Carver and his siblings, and Amren, home.
“She could not kill them in the end- they were too strong. They could only be contained”

Foreshadowing the next TOG book?

This just stood out at me a lot and we all know how SJM is with slipping in details.

Wonder Boy-Auston Matthews

Originally posted by werenski

All right y’all, I got way way way more carried away with this than originally intended. Like this is borderline but totally not smut, ngl. There’s a lot of animosity between the reader and our boy Auston, so maybe prepare yourselves. Also, there isn’t really a happy ending, think 500 Days of Summer. But imo, this gets pretty hot, so sit back, relax, and I hope y’all enjoy my first official Auston Matthews imagine!

Anonymous said:  Can you do a steamy William Nylander or Auston Matthews one?

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“So are we gonna do this or not?” Auston Matthews stomped over and sat on my bed. I guessed that I had been stalling too long. The look in his eyes was menacing, and impatient. And he was very turned on, I could see that much. I guess it was the anticipation.

It was the first time Auston had been over to my apartment since we had agreed to a mutually beneficial friendship. It was puzzling that he was the one who proposed the arrangement; he could get laid anytime he wanted by anyone he desired. He was Auston Matthews, after all. But he had chosen me.

Maybe it was wrong of me to wonder why he was so resistant to any of my hesitant statements regarding the matter, to wonder why he didn’t want any commitment, to wonder if he had a similar relationship with anyone else. Maybe I was being paranoid that he deflected my questions about going out in public together-not as dates, I would always preface, but just to get to know each other-with confusion and harsh words. Maybe I was being irrational.

“Hold on, just… let me get a drink of something,” I said, rushing away from his fiery touch. I wasn’t in the right mindset to deal with him and his games; I needed a shot of something strong to shake me of my nerves.

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You know, if I could change ONE thing about Moffat’s Doctor Who run, just one thing that I think would honestly make it more watchable (though certainly not save it completely) 

-Do not make River Song and Melody Pond the same person. 

Like, I know Moffat thinks that this twist was really clever. But it’s not.

River Song: Badass time traveler who meets the Doctor out of order and they have a flirty, whirlwind romance? Really fun idea.

Melody Pond: The child of his companions, stolen in infancy, raised to be an assassin? Maybe a little harder to sell, but has potential to be a real sympathetic antagonist. 

But meshing them into the same person? Totally defangs Melody’s potential as an antagonist AND makes River’s romance weird and gross. 

But I guess having more than 2 recurring female characters in the cast wouldn’t have been wibbly wobbly enough for DipShit McGee. 

Beauty and the Beast (Remake) Review

This is going to be a spoiler free review, so I won’t be able to go into too much detail, but let me give you a short preview of what I feel about the movie: It was utterly and undeniably magical!

I just left the cinema and instantly made my way home and to my laptop to write all this down so I would not forget a single thing I wanted to share with you guys, because let me tell you there is so much to say about this movie and all of it is good. Over the past couple of weeks I have seen so much negativity surround this movie, so many people threatening to boycott yet another movie they haven’t seen on the sheer basis that a character was supposedly gay and once more mistreated for it.

I write this to share with everyone willing to read just what an amazing experience it was watching this movie. I want to preface the following review by saying that both my best friend and I are not overly emotional people. Neither of us cry at the drop of a pin, especially not in the cinema. Yet in the matter of ten minutes both me and my friend had our first tears in our eyes. I say first, because the movie takes you on quite the emotional ride and it is magnificent. Now, I’m no professional, but I’d consider my opinion rather objective and trustworthy. Of course, I’d suggest you go see the movie yourself nevertheless.

Let me begin with the basics such as scenery, music and cast. The scenery was quite literally breathtaking. The second Emma Watson stepped out of her little home in that little village of France you are there with Belle. I had the pleasure to watch the movie in 3D IMAX and it was absolutely worth it. I’d recommend for anyone to pay those extra bucks, because I feel it really added to the tone of the movie.

While the CGI was certainly visible at times and slightly over the top for my taste here and there the overall feel of the movie is not damaged by it at all. Wherever the movie takes you, it seems real despite of it. The camera work is to thank for it as well, as it really helps to set a specific tone. All in all the movie does great in making you feel a certain emotion at the appropriate time by using all the means they are given to do so; including the sets and the way the camera is handled.

The music and especially the musical numbers were quite mesmerizing. Amongst the familiar classics like Beauty and the Beast itself the movie offered some new pieces as well. Especially one towards the end – sung by Dan Stevens as the Beast – caught my attention and heart in particular. They use the songs not only to entertain, but also to convey emotions and a deep insight into the characters themselves. Some performances I liked better than others – I was disappointed by the audible autotune used on Emma Watson herself – but overall the numbers were all equally entertaining.

As for the cast I have to admit I had my doubts. I was especially worried about Josh Gad as Le Fou as I’ve gotten to know him as a pretty poor comedic actor. I say poor as most jokes are at the expense of him and his weight rather than made by him. After watching the movie I can say that I could not be more pleased with the casting, even Josh Gad. I was honestly surprised as to how well he handled the role and happy to see him take on a more serious side. Of course he was still funny, but this time the humour wasn’t at his expense, but rather due to his wit and clever sarcasm.

Now I want to tackle the characters, specifically taking the accusations into account, and talk about how the movie performs in comparison to the old classic we all know and love. While a lot of the original story has remained untouched and recognizable, there still have been quite a few tweaks and they were for the better. They made the story more understandable, the characters more memorable and real. I am happy to note that the characters are granted a new depth they were lacking in the original. Thanks to that the story is much better fitting for our time, age and new audience.

Gaston I was especially pleased with, for multiple reasons. Towards the beginning of the movie I found him to be rather charming which was a clever move to make. It only made him seem worse when finally his facade dropped later on the movie. It makes you truly detest his character and therefor the movie managed to create a good villain in him. Despite being the bad guy, however, his relationship towards Le Fou is in no way hateful. In fact, their friendship is one I considered to be one of the most interesting in the entire movie!

As for Le Fou, I dare say he was one of my favourite characters. Contrary to his original counterpart he is in no way a fool. In fact, he is the one keeping Gaston in check, knowing his best friends behaviour, trying to keep him in line while simultaneously taking his jabs and making fun of him as well. Compared to the original, their relationship is much more equal and lighthearted. Gaston is still the dreamy guy everyone is into, but he doesn’t treat Le Fou as a peace of shit for it. In fact, despite his obviously homoerotic undertones, even towards Gaston, the latter never once ridicules him for it. Not only that, but Le Fou undergoes great character growth over the course of the movie and it was a pleasure to watch.

As for the Beauty and the Beast themselves, there is not too much to say. The characters themselves weren’t changed too much and yet there was still a fresh air about them. It’s hard to explain without giving too much away. However, I can say that both of them are obviously flawed and both of them undergo a growth as well. Not only the Beast but Belle too. Instead of brushing their flaws off once the plots wants them to be in love they are openly addressed and worked on. Both parties realize their mistakes and even admit to them. It certainly was a nice, little change and I happily watched their relationship develop step by step.

As for a direct comparison of the original to the new one I can say without doubt and guilt that the new movie is better. A lot of the flaws of the original – whether due to ignorance or because of the time it was created it – were taken care off in this movie. The Stockholm Syndrome people accuse the original of is handled better and I say this with a particular conversation in mind that directly addresses the issue of freedom there is for Belle. The movie also works much better in establishing the character, their relationships and especially their pasts. You get to know more about Belle and the Beast that give you a better insight into them and explain, to a certain extend, why their relationship develops the way it does.

So, in conclusion, the movie does great in sweeping you away into a beautiful, magical world. It has a great tone, the music is catchy, the scenery is breathtaking and it hits home in just the right places. While the original was beautiful and unique to experience and is an irreplaceable part of many childhoods, it was extremely flawed. While it isn’t to say that this version is not flawed – it undeniably is – the new Beauty and the Beast managed to give you nostalgia without making the same mistakes as its predecessor. It adds a new depth and strength to our already beloved characters that make me happy in the sense of knowing that another generation will grow up with a better version of our childhood heroes.

Rumors [Part 1]

BTS x EXO x NCT x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 2,075

A/N 1: This is a story from a one shot I wrote a long time ago. You can check it out here, if you want to.

Originally posted by t-yong

You sipped your drink and it made you frown. The drink was quite bitter but you still preferred it this way, rather than sweet. You were sitting at the bar again, relaxing music was playing in the background. You liked spending your weekend or day off evenings here. After all you didn’t really have any friends as most of the people who know you are scared of you. You are aware that some rumors are spreading around about you but you don’t care. You know that they probably started because people were jealous. You are smart, rich enough to not work and didn’t have any family that they know of and therefore lived alone. You didn’t like talking and sharing information about yourself  to others, so they started speculating where you got all that money from. It’s none of their business, so you just ignored the rumors and distanced yourself from everyone, it’s better this way, other people are just a burden, you preferred being alone.

“What is a lovely girl like you doing here alone?”

You turned around to see who was trying to flirt with you this time. Things like that always happened. While most of the time you refused their offers to buy you a drink, sometimes, depending on your mood you enjoyed trying out your persuasive skills on them. And today was one of these days. The man behind you was handsome to say the least, he had short brown hair and was wearing a grey sweater with black ripped jeans and brown combat boots but when your eyes met his dark brown ones you immediately sensed that he is not an ordinary guy and if your hunch was right that meant trouble for you again. But you were interested and decided to just roll with it.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Sure.” you said as you turned around on your chair to face the bar again.

“That’s a pretty cheesy line to start a conversation.”

He was not expecting you to say that and you could swear you saw him blush a little.

“I know right!” he exclaimed. “I was thinking all evening what to say when I approach you but all the clever words just escaped my mind when I finally did.”

“How cute.” you replied, trying not to sound sassy. But to your surprise he just laughed.

“So can I buy you a drink?”

“Go ahead.”

After ordering the drinks he leaned on the counter and turned to face you.

“So. I’m asking this one more time, what are you doing here alone?”

This time however you noticed how for a second his look became really serious. He had this presence around him that you just couldn’t fight his look and answered him.

“Just drinking.” maybe he was satisfied with your answer or maybe it was just your imagination but somehow the atmosphere became less tense and after a few more drinks you actually relaxed and started talking about all kind of different things. You were actually having a good time but you still didn’t trust him completely so you kept your guard up. After you started getting a little bit tipsy you decided it was enough and that it’s time to go home.

“Should I call you a taxi?” he asked.

“No thanks. After a night out I prefer walking.”

“Can I take you home then?”

You stopped to think things over. You didn’t want him to know where you lived even though he seemed like a good guy and you actually enjoyed his company. You checked your thigh, your small dagger was still there and you decided to give it a shot and just ditch him if anything came up.

“I guess you can.”

He helped you put your coat on and you both exited the bar heading in the direction your home was. You knew this part of the city like the back of your hand so your turned corners and alleys to reach your destination faster. You could you see on his face that he was surprised how good you are at maneuvering around the city and you just laughed to that. Now that you think about it you never once asked if he was local. When you turned another corner expecting to finally reach the park you came to a halt. Two black classy suits wearing male figures were leaning at the gate. You did not expect to meet anybody at this hour so decided to just ignore and quickly go past them but as you started walking the two figures pushed themselves off the gate and headed in your direction.

“Taeyong-ah! We know it’s you!” the taller one of the men shouted.

As you were turning around to look at him you felt how Taeyong grabbed you by your arm and pulled you closer.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked trying to pry off his arm. You looked up and saw how serious his face has become.

“What are you doing in our territory?” the other man asked.

“Since when is this your territory?” Taeyong replied.

“Since when we took it back.”

“What are you all blabbing about. This is a city. This is no one’s territory.” you stepped in finally free from Taeyong’s grasp.

“Oh you have a brave one there.”

“Shut up, Chanyeol.”

You glanced between Taeyong and the other two. So they know each other and your hunch was right, you could practically smell trouble.

“Well you can deal with your shit on your own, I want no part in this” you stated and approached the men, evading Taeyong as he tried to grab you again. As you stepped under one of the street lights you saw how the one called Chanyeol froze in his tracks.

“It’s you.” he said.

You didn’t even have time to react as they quickly came up to you and the other man seized your shoulder and almost dragged you in the direction you came from. He stopped midway and grabbed your thigh.

“I will take this.” he said, pulling out your dagger from under your dress. “Knew you would have one.”

“How did you-” you wanted to ask but were interrupted.

“Where did you find her, Taeyong?”

“Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.”

You were now in the middle of the three men and didn’t know what to do. You checked around to see any escape routes but his grip on you was strong and no way would you be able to get away from them as you already witnessed how fast they are.

“Oh I think she does, you are not the type to trespass if nothing is going on.”

You saw Taeyong pull a knife out of his jacket pocket and were surprised you didn’t see it before.

“Ready to fight? So something really must be going on. Hold her.” the man passed you over to the one called Chanyeol.

“Are you really in a good shape to fight? Let me do it, Baekhyun, it will be just like in the good old days.” Chanyeol said as a big smirk spread on his face.

“No, I’m good. I hadn’t fought him in a long time as well.” Baekhyun replied taking his jacket off and getting into a fighting stance.

At this point you had no idea what’s going on.  

“This is going to be good, just watch.” a shiver went down your spine as Chanyeol whispered in your ear.

“Hey!” a voice came from behind you. You glanced back and saw a mint haired man standing at the entrance of the park.

“Oh shit, it’s Yoongi.” Chanyeol said and you felt how his grip loosened and you tried to use this opportunity to escape but he quickly grabbed you again.

“Not so fast darling. Baekhyun, what do we do?” he turned to Baekhyun who know had Taeyong pressed on the ground. When did that happen? You saw Taeyong looking at you with worried eyes.

“We talk.” Baekhyun replied.

“What’s going on over here?” the one called Yoongi asked, getting closer.

“Just some friendly chit chat.”

“Doesn’t look like that to me.”

“It’s not can’t-“ you started talking but were soon shushed by Chanyeol who covered your mouth with his hand.

“I think you are in the wrong part of the city, am I right?” Yoongi asked.

“Are we now?” Baekhyun replied. “I thought we agreed this is a neutral territory now.”

“I never agreed to that. Besides that meeting was 2 weeks ago, times change.”

“Well we wouldn’t like to start any trouble now, would we?” Chanyeol asked.

“I think you already have.” Yoongi said and looked at you. “Why do you have her?”

Great. It seems that everybody knows you but you still have no idea who these people are.

“She’s our responsibility.” Chanyeol told him.

“Is she now?” Yoongi asked. “Then you didn’t take care of her enough if the whole city’s gangs are looking for her.”

They what now. You wanted to ask what the fuck is going on but remembered that Chanyeol’s hand was still on your mouth.

“I think you should go.”

“Maybe we will.” Baekhyun replied picking Taeyong up, your eyes meeting his as Baekhyun shoved him in the direction of sleek black car. Chanyeol grabbed you by the arm and started walking towards the car as well.

“What do you think you’re doing? I have no intentions of coming with you.” you quickly stated.

“You heard the lady.” Yoongi said.

You saw how Chanyeol and Baekhyun glanced at each other, seemingly communicating only with their eyes. Baekhyun nooded and Chanyeol let you go.

“Suit yourself.” he said. You didn’t expect it to go this smoothly so as he pushed you away from him you tripped on your own leg and fell down on the ground. You just sat there on the pavement wondering what happened as Chanyeol got behind the car’s wheel and sped way.

“You good?” Yoongi asked, giving you his hand.

“Yes.” you replied harshly standing up, ignoring his help.

“Okay then.”

You two continued to stare at each other for a while, now you could see that he was dressed pretty casually, he had a leather jacket, plain shirt and suspenders on and you could swear that you know him from somewhere but instead asked the question that’s been bugging you since the encounter.

“Where do you know me from?”

“I don’t.”

“It didn’t sound to me like you were bluffing.”

“Maybe I’m really good at it or maybe you should mind your own business.”

“If it concerns me then it is my business.”

Yoongi sighed and fell silent. You didn’t feel like talking to him either. It was finally time to go home. You turned around and headed towards the park. You stopped at the gate to look back at the man, you now realise, had actually saved you.

“Thank you.” you say unwillingly. You hadn’t said these words sincerely in a long time.

“What? I didn’t hear you!” Yoongi shouted.

“I said thank you, you idiot.”

Another silence. You stood there waiting.

“Just gonna leave me hanging like that? I said I was thankful.”

“Yeah, I heard you.” you saw a small smile appear on his lips. “No problem.”

Now was your time to sigh. That’s why you don’t like talking to people you thought but actually found this whole evening very intriguing, what happened to Taeyong? Who are those people? So many questions but you were so tired you just wanted to take a warm bath and go to bed. Oh and that smartass took your dagger, it was one of your favourite as well. You will have to find answers tomorrow, so you finally enter the park and head in the direction of your house.


Yoongi watched you disappear behind the trees.

“No problem. Yet.” he thought.

He took out his phone and quickly scrolled through his phone book to find a number. After a few beeps a man on the opposite side of the line picked up.

“She’s heading your way. I ran into some trouble so I wasn’t able to stall her longer. Be quick with whatever you guys are doing and get out.” Yoongi commanded and hung up. He looked up. The night sky was beautiful. Staring at it for too long made him sleepy, what a shame he had to take care of a few more things.

~ Part 2 ~

A/N 2: I had this in my drafts for ages now, I don’t even remember what I wanted to write in part 2 😂 Anyhow, I also write scenarios, reactions and stuff like that, so feel free to request 😃

You Love Me Really - Peter Parker

Originally posted by spideycentral

Warnings: None

Words: 556

A/N: Just a short one people :)

“You are an absolute IDIOT!” You said storming into Peter’s room.

He was sitting on his bed with ice held up to his face and he looked at you innocently.

“Oh don’t look like that!” You continued. “Do you understand how worried I’ve been!? A week a ago I was told that my best friend was Spiderman! Which naturally increased my concern for them because death is permanent, Peter, do you understand that? People are out to kill you!”

Peter just pursed his lips and continued to stare at you.

“So when I hear, not from him may I add, that he is going to Germany with Tony Stark then I put two and two together and realise that he must have a death wish because he could have got killed! The Avengers are dangerous! That’s their job - to kill things! So when I hear that you are fighting half of them I can’t even believe it! What happened to the clever Peter Parker, huh?”

You waited for Peter to say something, but like before you got nothing. You sighed.

“Who gave you that?” You asked in a more calmer tone pointing to his black eye.

“Captain America.”

“Great.” You said sarcastically, sighing. “I hate you. ”

“You love me really.” Peter said.

You shot him a look.

“Do you know how worried I’ve been? And I haven’t been able to tell your Aunt exactly what you were doing because then I would have to tell her you are fricking Spiderman, Peter! And I can’t do that to you.”

“I’m sorry.” He said sincerely. You could tell by how he was looking at you that he was.

“Okay I’m done and sorry too.” You said closing your rant. You moved to sit on the edge of Peter’s bed.

“I am fine really.” Peter justified. “And they would not have killed me. They weren’t out to kill each other.”

It was your turn not to say anything now.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Not really.”

“You are an idiot though.” You said laughing lightly.

Peter smirked.

“So what exactly happened?” You asked.

Peter started to relay the events to you: who was there, who was on what team and why, who fought who etc.

“Don’t think I’m not proud of you though.” You said after Peter had finished.

“Proud? Why?”

“Well Tony Stark clearly needed your help and you were able to hold your own, yes?”

“I guess I did.” Peter said sitting up a little straighter.

You laughed softly.

“Of course you did tough guy.” You said and kissed him on the cheek. Instantly you stood up and crossed the room to the door.

You grinned as you opened the door and watched Peter just stare at you in surprise.

You poked your head round the door to say, “You still owe me one though. Don’t forget that.”

You winked and left, leaving Peter Parker speechless behind you.


46 Quotes from David John Tennant ❤️❤️:

1. “I see nothing wrong with having an unhealthy obsession with something.”

2. “If they find what they expect, the physicists will party, if not, the physicists will party anyway, physicists are odd like that.”

3. “The audience is the final cast member.”

4. “I was still just the wee boy frae Paisley.”

5. “When you think about it, many aspects of how we look, the way we act…” [looks in mirror] “Or my insufferable vanity, are determined genetically.”

6. [while nuzzling the fur of Arthur the horse, which he is severely allergic to] “Are you going to be my friend?”

7. “Science is as much the pursuit of beauty as it is the pursuit of truth.”

8. “How long can you keep smiling?”

9. “The Doctor is based on who I would be if I had more confidence and didn’t care so much about what people think.”

10. “It’s time to positively rebellious and rebelliously positive.”

11. “I’m only looking at the twinkle of their soul in the starlight.”

12. “I suppose It’s only boring if you don’t have a washing machine.”

13. “Everything’s scripted! The air molecules are scripted!”

14. “We’re just matter. We can dream of flying across the universe, but what it comes down to is just a hunk of bone… The trouble with a cliché is that it loses its meaning.”

15. “But I wasn’t talking to myself. I was making up stories.”

16. “Everyone everywhere has the right to be happy and free… There are so many of us humans squeezing onto this wee planet and there’s no TARDIS coming to spirit us away. We have to look out for each other.”

17. “If I had to be stuck in a parallel universe with one fandom it would be the Doctor Who fans. I think they’re the cleverest. Quickest wits in the internet.”

18. “Sometimes I’m haunted by it, sometimes I’m enlivened by it, sometimes it weighs me down, and other times it’s like a drug and I can’t wait for the next sniff.”

19. “85.3 percent of actors are down-to-earth and reasonable.”

20. “You have to be careful with Shakespeare, because people tend to know it.”

21. “Some of my earliest memories are of being tucked up in bed while mum or dad read to me.“

22. "I have no real ambitions, just to live and fulfill myself, whatever that means.”

23. [about falling down on set all the time] “I would always get up and keep going, but nobody else would.”

24. “I don’t think anyone that is perceived as a villain sees themself as a villain.”

25. “A perfect idea, I suppose, it fires the imagination in such a particular way. Something to do with the fantastic and the futuristic coming together. The TARDIS is the most extraordinary vehicle you could imagine and it’s wrapped up in a scruffy blue phone box. The Doctor is the most clever, extraordinary being, and yet he is scrappy and anarchic. There is something more identifiable with the geek hero. We have to accept that somethings are sprinkled with fairy dust and we won’t know why.”

26. “If you could isolate the elements that turn something into gold you would be an alchemist, wouldn’t you?”

27. “A long table scattered with scripts, water bottles, and paper name plates stretched the whole length of the room. What felt like hundreds of people milled about expectantly, chatting, checking Blackberries, casting sideways glances as I tried to keep breathing and affect an air of insouciant calm.”

28. “In a suburban house in Paisley, a wee boy was sticky-taping his oft-snapped spectacles back together. He couldn’t remember a time when they hadn’t been augmented with at least one area of peeling sellotape.”

29. “I’ve always seen theatre as my natural mode of being.”

30. “I love you all passionately… And possibly carnally.”

31. “I would get to the point where I was rehearsing what I was going to say next: ‘excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, terribly sorry, but I need to go throw up in the dressing room.’”

32. “I’ve chosen to follow my own spirit.”

33. “Shakespeare’s plots and characters are catnip to actors… It sings to us.”

34. “I’ve been to lots of alien planets. You’d be surprised how many of them look like quarries in Wales.”

35. “There is quite a lot of science in Doctor Who, some accurate science, some of it quite elevated, and some of it that’s completely made up.”

36. “I’m always chasing the script that I need to be worthy of.”

37. “I would wander around, pretending to be all the characters. My parents would tell lots of stories of me wandering around the garden, talking to myself.”

38. “I was the one delivering flowers for people who were in actual relationships with actual human beings.”

39. “He’s cleverer than me, he’s quicker witted than I am, he’s more intelligent than me, he’s a better sword fighter than I am… I like to think I have at least a twinkle of all those qualities.”

40. “It’s difficult to describe your own personality… Happy, mostly, maybe a bit bewildered.”

41. “Suddenly, and quite without warning, there was a rupture in the fabric of space and time.”

42. “I thought that would be a very witty and expedient way to exit the room.”

43. “Other hair products are available.”

44. “I always get worried when adults say children don’t understand the difference between reality and fiction, because they do understand.”

45. “Hopefully I’m not as pathetic as I think I am at four in the morning.”

46. “A dream, while it’s happening, is as real and valid an experience as anything else. Until it stops.”

  • Rosie: *learns about inequalities in maths class*
  • Rosie: Daddy, Dad, guess what?!
  • Sherlock: Yes, Rosie?
  • Rosie: I 'two' you!
  • John: ...What do you mean, sweetheart?
  • Rosie: You know how sometimes you text 'less than three' to say I love you? Well, we can just say 'two' for short, because two is less than three!
  • John: Well, that's very clever! I 'two' you, too.
  • Sherlock: And efficient. And I love you even more, so I 'one' you. Both of you.
  • John: *rolls eyes*
  • Rosie: *wrinkles nose* Dad~ it sounds like you won us in a contest or something.
  • Sherlock: Maybe I did.
  • Rosie: Right. Did you have to defeat a dragon~?
  • Sherlock: You could say that.

I forgot YYH had fun puzzles in between chapters

celestialgeekmage  asked:

Hey, :) I see you're taking requests ( though i know you're probably have a lot so by all means, take your time!) Nalu"You smell amazing!" Oh it's the former twishadowhunter/teamedwardjace2"/teamedwardjace back under a new name (though I may eventually change it :) after being forced to sign off back in January due to personal reasons). Great job on the previous request by the way!


Pairing; Nalu

Word count; 732

A/N; love me some drunk Natsu, and thanks!

“You smell amazing.”

“And you’re drunk,” Lucy sighed. Natsu furrowed his brow, watching the cobblestones they walked over. Natsu stumbled, catching himself with the help of his arm, thrown over Lucy’s shoulders already. 

“Am not,” he argued. He looked over, grinning when he saw her roll her eyes. Lucy was so cute when she was mad. But why would Lucy be mad? Fairy Tail had just thrown a huge party, drinking and dancing and fighting everywhere! In fact, Natsu could see the sky start to change colour as the sun started to think about rising. 

“Uh huh,” Lucy said, huffing as she readjusted his arm around her shoulders. Natsu grinned widely when he realized her arm was around his waist and she was holding the hand of the arm over her shoulders. Like a date!

Except the boy was supposed to have his arms around the girl. 

“Natsu what are you doing?” Lucy whined, stopping Natsu as he tried to readjust them to be proper. 

“Fixing,” he said simply. Didn’t Lucy know they were doing this wrong? She was so weird. Natsu loved how weird she was. Natsu loved her.

Natsu loved Lucy.

“Why are you grinning at me like that?” Lucy asked, curious as she blinked up at him. They were in the right position now, Natsu’s arms securely wrapped around her waist and pulling her tight to him, though her arm was also around his. But Natsu stood up straight again, wobbly as he walked but wanting his full four extra inches on Lucy back. She was even prettier when he could look at her from this angle. How did he spell angle? A-n-g-e-l? No, that was angel. Heh, Lucy was his angle angel. 

“Cus you’re an angle,” Natsu crooned, laughing to himself. He was so clever.

“I don’t even know what that means.” Lucy mumbled to herself, shaking her head as she looked straight ahead. “But you’re definitely not fit to be home alone. Gods, what if you drowned in your own barf? Happy would never forgive me.”

“You wouldn’t be sad if I died?” Natsu asked. His stomach dropped out. But Lucy was his bestfriend? how could she not be sad? He’d be so sad if Lucy died. He’d be the saddest. Natsu’s vision grew blurry as he thought about it more. The black shadow dagger, slipping through his fingers. He wasn’t fast enough. He’d lost her. Lucy. He’d lost Lu-

“Hey, Natsu, oh, Natsu of course I’d be sad, please don’t- I- I don’t know what to do if you cry, Natsu please,” Lucy rambled, warm pressure on his face, grounding him. He blinked, and Lucy was there. Worry made her eyes bright, like that fancy chocolate glaze Mira made at the guild, and her mouth was partly open as she focused only on Natsu. He liked it, her pretty face so close to his. Her lips were really pretty too. 

“Lucy,” he breathed, holding the hands that cupped her face. He leaned forward, burying his face into the side of her neck, soft hair acting like a pillow. He always woke up to it first, either the crown or back of her head, golden colour the first thing he saw. Yellow was his favourite colour now. And vanilla and honey was his favourite scent. 

Natsu breathed in, taking it in. Lucy had the best smell. Underneath the layers of guild and booze and other people, Natsu could find it. “You smell amazing, Lucy,” Natsu said again. He pulled her tightly to him, hugging her to his chest as he allowed her scent to swallow him. “Home.”

“You wanna go home?” Lucy squeaked, voice raspy. The cold air probably wasn’t good for her throat, and he didn’t want her to get sick and miss the Rainbow Tree festival again. The town mayor would kill him if he uprooted their tree one more time. 

“’m home.” Natsu said. He picked up Lucy, the world spinning in front of him before he was able to find only one lap in front of him. That was better!

“Natsu put me down before we both die!” Lucy lectured, swatting his chest. Natsu grinned at her. She was so cute when she pouted like that. Like a little frog. 

“Nope,” Natsu said proudly, walking along the cobblestones. He should probably take Lucy back to her house, but he was already home. His pretty, blonde home. 

I know you guys are probably tired of hearing this but I’m honestly so fascinated by every possible iteration of Prokopenko’s story. He barely shows up in The Dream Thieves and yet Kavinsky calling him his favorite forgery is so compelling?

And I don’t mean that in a “let’s dissect the word favorite” way. I mean, Kavinsky is desperately trying to get Ronan’s attention. He’s baiting Ronan, trying to get any response, and he settles on something so bizarre we can only assume it’s true. And it’s clever. Kavinsky doesn’t say “I forged a person”. He chooses to phrase it in a way that practically demands a response. Proko? Proko’s your favorite forgery?

Of course, Ronan doesn’t respond and we never get a confirmation on Proko’s story. For all we know, Kavinsky could have been lying and Proko is as human as they come and the crash put him into a coma and Ronan never cared to follow up. For all we know, Kavinsky could have shot him and remade him and I don’t care because I am so much more interested in knowing why and how Joseph Kavinsky was able to recreate a human being so well passing acquaintances couldn’t tell the difference.

I mean, I know I’m showing my colors as someone obsessed with minor characters but The Dream Thieves hints at this incredible backstory and I don’t know why more people aren’t interested in knowing it.

anonymous asked:

I liked the houses as Ron quotes. Would you mind doing the same but with Hermione's quotes?


“Books! And cleverness! There are more important things — friendship and bravery and — oh Harry — be careful!”  


“This sort of thing is exactly what Dumbledore was talking about. You-Know-Who’s only been back two months, and we’ve started fighting among ourselves. And the Sorting Hat’s warning was the same — stand together, be united.” 


“I mean, you could claim that anything’s real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody’s proved it doesn’t exist!”


“Yes, Harry, but all the same, there’s no point pretending that you’re not good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, because you are. You were the only person last year who could throw off the Imperius Curse completely, you can produce a Patronus, you can do all sorts of stuff that full-grown wizards can’t.” 

yourxinsanexwolf  asked:

I want to know what the fae would think of me. I'm a chemical engineering student but I love all representations of art. Very creative and can spin glorious stories at the drop of a hat or recall a plethora of myths or story lines from my years of reading everything I can get my hands on. Probably a little too willing to get lost in a world others just call fantasy. So how would they approach me?

First of all, I really appreciate the way you asked this, because there’s no doubt at all that they would approach you. Something with bright, bright eyes would come demanding a story, and if you are clever enough to ask a price and wise enough to know when to stop humouring it, you could come out of this ahead. If not, pay more attention than usual to the colour of the stone paths between university buildings - stay off the white one at any cost. Or at the very least, don’t walk it unarmoured. Maybe one of the janitors will lend you their sword.

Return (Pt.3)

Pairing: Loki/ Reader

Summary:  (Loki Imagine: Imagine Thanos targeting Loki’s lover to punish him for his failure to get the Tesseract.) Taken from tumblr. Thor finds you during an intense mission with the Avengers. After disobeying Steve’s orders and saving you, Thor is cornered. Who are you? What were you doing there? How did Thor know you? Knowing he has to answer all of these questions, Thor explains everything.

Words: 1629

Tag: @newtycuty

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7616194/chapters/20639431

Originally posted by multifandomfantasychild

She stared at Thor only for a second until the sting of the IVs hit her. She looked at herself more. She saw an IV hooked up to her left hand. Her right hand looked perfectly fine, and her body was covered in blankets upon blankets. Looking around, she saw the bright light above her shining down on her like a spotlight. Besides the bed, there was only one chair and it was scooted all the way up next to her. She had a visitor. Did Thor stay with her all this time?

She looked through the glass. Thor and the person he was talking to did not notice her yet. (Y/N) tried yelling at the glass, but no luck. She tried waving her arms around still no luck. She thought of a way, but it would be slightly painful. She tugged at the IVs and winced.

‘No, I have had worse pain than this. I can do this. It’s just a tug,’ she thought. She closed her eyes, and tugged harder. The needles came out of her skin and the machine beeped loudly enough for Thor and his conversation partner to notice. Thor saw (Y/N) awake and rushed to her. (Y/N) giggled a little bit and smiled to herself. Thor was always being dramatic.

“(Y/N)! You’re awake! How are you feeling? Are you still cold?” Thor asked all at once. (Y/N) let out her laughter and held out her arms for him. Thor joined her in a hug. Thor was about to crush her when he heard a wince. Thor let go and looked at (Y/N). She was so much warmer now and more color returned to her cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” (Y/N) said. “I think I’m still sore.”

“You are,” said Thor’s conversation partner. He was tall, blond, and very handsome. (Y/N) never saw a Midgardian look so Asgardian in beauty. Her mouth opened a little bit at him, but she shook her head. The blond held out his hand. “I’m Steve, Steve Rogers.”

“(Y/N). Where am I?” (Y/N) asked both of them, but she directed the questions towards Thor.


“I know that. I’ve been here for a while,” (Y/N)’s brows knitted together. She played with her fingers as she looked down.

“How long have you been here?” Steve asked her. He crossed his arms and looked more serious. (Y/N) suddenly didn’t feel so welcome in the warm bed she was in.

“I’m not exactly sure,” (Y/N)’s eyes could not meet Steve’s.

“(Y/N), tell us what you remember. Captain is not here to hurt you. No one is,” Thor sat down in the chair beside her. (Y/N) was more comfortable with Thor around, but still hesitant to say what happened to her. She bit her lip trying to find the right words to start.

“You remember me when I was at my lowest, brother,” she told Thor. “After you left, I felt numb. Sif did not want to leave my side. She had thought I was going to…” (Y/N) trailed off. Wanting to get off the depressing subject, Thor pried more.

“What do you remember about Thanos?” Thor asked. (Y/N) cringed at the sound of his name.

“I met him. I came face to face with him many times. He told me what Loki did. What Loki tried to do. How Loki failed him, and how it was my fault.” (Y/N) held back a sob. She did not want to cry now. Thor reached out to her and took her hand.

“None of what happened is your fault. You know this. You had nothing to do with Loki’s actions.”

“But why was I punished? I do not understand!”

“Thanos was using you to punish Loki,” Steve cut in. “We are gathering as much intel as we can about him. He is still very new to us. Anything you can tell us would be extremely helpful right now. Do you think you can tell us more right now?” Steve looked at (Y/N)’s hands. They were shaking.

“Captain, do you mind giving us some time? I think we’re done for today,” Thor answered for (Y/N). Steve nodded.

“By the way, (Y/N), Thor was right. You are very graceful; it reminds me of someone I care about very much,” Steve smiled at her and left. (Y/N) smiled back at Captain Steve, maybe she was wrong about him after all.

“We are in Avengers Headquarters, in New York. You have been here for a few days. You were unconscious for all of it. How are you feeling?” Thor sat on the side of her bed.

“For the first time in a while, I feel safe. I feel warm,” (Y/N) shook her head. “You would not believe what I went through, Thor. It was–I felt so. I can’t possibly explain it.” Tears started to come to her eyes. Thor took her hands.

“You are safe now. I promise you from this day forward I will not lose you again,” Thor kissed the top of her forehead. (Y/N) smiled and the frowned. “What is it, (Y/N)? Tell me.”

“I saw the hair pulled up next to me. Did you stay here with me all this time?” (Y/N) asked.

“No, I did not,” Thor admitted. “For the last few days, I was in constant meetings with Captain and the Man of Iron. Your constant visitor was Loki.” (Y/N)’s heart dropped when she heard his name. Loki? Here? What happened to him? Could he still care about her? More importantly, where was he now? Thor laughed a little bit. (Y/N) snapped back into reality.

“What? What is it?” (Y/N) said feeling a little frustrated.

“I know you, sister,” Thor started. “You may be cleverer than I am, but I know you. You’re in your head thinking of all of the questions in the world, and you’re going to try to make this harder than what it really is.”

“Where is he? Why isn’t he here now?”

“He’s a prisoner. He is being punished for his crimes against Midgard. He was allowed to see you for some time, but he still needs permission to get out of his cell. That’s why he isn’t here now.” Thor explained. (Y/N) felt a tightness in her chest. The love of her life was a criminal. Not just any criminal, but criminal in two realms.

“I want to see him. Take me to him,” (Y/N) said. Thor smiled.

“Now you sound more like yourself. I don’t think I can take you to him now, but I will go and ask—

“No. He needs me. I want to see him now,” (Y/N) demanded. Thor knew his almost sister well. He helped her up, and both started towards Loki’s cell. Thor knew (Y/N) to not tell her no when it came to Loki. They past guards and agents who tried to tell the God of Thunder no, but they were unsuccessful.

Meanwhile, Loki sulked in his cell. Guilty thoughts went through his head. The dream he had had affected him greatly. What if (Y/N) no longer cared for him? What if she woke up and she would not be forgiving? When he had attacked New York, he did not think of (Y/N). In fact, he’s not so sure if he thought at all. He may have broken her heart that day, and seeing her again broken would only hurt him more.

Loki heard people walking around franticly, but he paid no mind. He wanted to shut off the world. Not to ignore the world, but to punish himself. He did not feel the gravity of his crimes, but he felt the gravity of guilt for (Y/N). He had failed her so greatly. He sat against the glass wall and looked up at the bright lighting. He thought maybe if he stared into the brightness of the lights long enough it would blind him. He thought he deserved that much.

Then there was a tap.

Loki kept staring at the lights. Surely, it was just some noise he heard outside of the cell.

Then another tap.

Loki took his eyes away from the bright, white lights of the cell. He looked behind him. He eyes adjusted to the darker room outside the cell. That’s when he saw her. (Y/N) had one hand on the glass, and the other holding a blanket around her like a shawl. Her eyes filled with tears, but she had a sad smile on her face. Loki put both hands on the glass, and his pupils dilated.
“(Y/N)!” Loki shouted. “You’re-you’re awake! You’re alive!” Loki heard a hissing sound from the cell and stood up and stood back. The cell was opening, and he couldn’t wait for it to open all the way. As soon as he could fit through, his arms reached for her and held her there. His hands tangled in her hair and he pressed his nose against her. Taking in every smell he could.
“(Y/N), my dove, my pretty dove, I’m so sorry,” Loki whispered into her ear. “I’m so sorry.” (Y/N) grabbed onto him and refused to let go. She started to kiss his face. Loki chuckled and returned her kisses.

“You’ve returned to me,” Loki said quietly.

After the reunion between the two lovers, Thor had petitioned for Loki’s release upon one condition: Loki and (Y/N) work with the Avengers gathering and providing intel on Thanos. After a good argument from Thor, Steve, and even Natasha, Nick Fury couldn’t deny the idea. Having Loki and (Y/N) providing intelligence on the bigger enemy would prove to be helpful in the future. Loki and (Y/N) were given a place to themselves away from Avengers Tower. They were both to remain on Midgard until further notice, but for now they both needed time to heal.


Hey friends,

Fall semester is upon us (kind of) and if you are anything like me you are probably planning out your next semester. I really want to do well in my classes this fall so  I decided to make a printable classroom information sheet that will help me (and you) stay organized and prepared for class this fall. This info sheet is ideal for a college student but it can really work for anyone.



- THE BASICS: a space for you to jot down important class info such as your professors email and his office hours (and other stuff)


- ABSENCES TRACKER: you will know exactly what you missed and what day to make up *** I got this clever idea from @ljstudies!

- KEY ASSIGNMENTS/EXAMS/FINALS: your own personal syllabus

- EXTRA CREDIT: I thought that this was a nice section to add in because sometimes we forget about some amazing opportunities that could really help us in the long run!! (I especially added this in for younger students since extra cred is more common among secondary schools)

+ I got a lot of my inspiration from @ljstudies & @dotgrids

If you do end up using this sheet please reblog this post as I would greatly appreciate it!! xx

If you would love to see more of these in different colors, shoot me a message here