i like that he says yet

fake fake fake
  • the clip starts with eva talking about causeries: humorous written piece that, in english, can be referred to as “talk of the town”. eva says she’s not good at it while noora says she doesn’t even know what it is. 👀👀👀
  • even before sana starts focusing on the carrot munching, from the very first second of the clip, the audio has a slight echo to it. which could just be the staircase in which they’re in but i’d think that the team would fix it in post-prod. i feel like they left it because it gives a daydreaming quality to the scene and sana’s pov. from the start, she’s not really listening.
  • carrot munching from the trailer
  • i’ve seen people comment that noora is eating too loudly, that’s not what it is.
    firstly: have you ever managed to eat a carrot silently? and secondly: the shot is to show how much sana is annoyed by noora now. when you hate someone, you tend to find every single thing they do annoying. suddenly, they breathe too loud, eat too loud, are just generally gross.
  • in my attempt to find out if there was a word for this phenomenon other than misophonia (as i understand it, misophonia is when you’re hypersensitive to certain sounds regardless of the context or person…i was looking for a word for when it happens only when you hate someone), i discovered a video of 5mn of carrot munching noises. here it is if you want to die.
  • the mcdonald’s discourse
  • sana looks outside at sara, vilde, and laila and…
  • …i’ll come back to this image later.
  • as sana focuses on noora and eva joining the group, she tunes out the noise around her just as when in prayer or when she was looking at yousef’s facebook profile. it seems that the music from sigur rós is used here as it was used in the other focusing scenes.
  • isak literally gets his nose into other people’s business (and i feel that almost everyone noticed immediately, despite how little of the frame it takes, because of the reading sense)
  • again, we have isak trying to reach sana and he says exactly what’s on sana’s mind: “has sara stolen all your friends?”

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What if the Spencer that met Wren at the airport is actually OUR Spencer, though?

I know that we’re all assuming that, due to her characters behavior, as well as the timing and odd placement of the scene, it had to have been a twin at the airport. But what if it’s the reverse?

Do you guys think it’s possible that Spencer’s twin was the one to have come back to Rosewood (essentially taking Spencer’s place) after the time-jump and the real Spencer – OUR Spencer, has been working alongside A.D. as some kind of double agent? Perhaps she’s in hiding…

…If she is working with A.D. willingly or otherwise, maybe it really was Spencer that Hanna saw in 7x01 (without the bangs). Rewatching that scene again, what stands out to me is how loving she appears and how the friendship between the two girls is emphasized. If Spencer is a double agent, she’d know pieces of information that Hanna did not (explaining the A.D. name slip) and could have been trying to gather intel from Hanna so that A.D. could eventually let her go. I also find it especially important that Spencer encouraged Hanna to try and find a way out of captivity after Hanna revealed that she did not know who killed Charlotte!

And y'know what? I think we’ve witnessed quite a few scenes like this over the course of the season!

One scene that will always stand out to me is the one shared between Spencer and Toby in 7x10! Spencer was supposedly on “lockdown” yet made a trip to see Toby for the sake of saying one final goodbye to him before he left Rosewood. While her clothing in this scene raised eyebrows (she was wearing a top that had been seen on her in a previous episode) I think that it was actually a clue for the audiences to pick up on. Like Hanna’s “dream”, Spencer was wearing an outfit we’ve seen her in before which makes the interactions appear significant.

ANYWAY - The reason why I think that it was the REAL Spencer that visited Toby was because of the book she gave him as a parting gift. He immediately recognized it as having been the same book that she had on her nightstand for years. I think that was crucial – Spencer was/is trying to send Toby a message. One that could help differentiate herself from her twin. Then, out of desperation (and potentially because she still harbors feelings for him) asked for one last kiss to say a final farewell. And just like he recognized the book, he remembered her kiss.

I think the Spencer at the airport could also be OUR Spencer for several reasons. One is the vodka soda – or the Wrencer drink, so to speak. Iconic to Spencer and Wrens interaction in 1x02, I think the choice of beverages in this scene was symbolic. The OTHER reason, which many people believe to be suspicious is the fact that she requested that Ezra wouldn’t tell anyone about seeing her and Wren. This could be taken in either way - that this was the twin OR that this was Spencer. (I’d honestly love both!) HOWEVER, if my theory is true and OUR Spencer is working as a double agent against A.D., this request could be a means for her to maintain her cover and remain unquestioned.

What do you guys think? Could this work?

annawrites  asked:

i've enjoyed your prompt fills so much, thank you for sharing them!! if you feel like it: chef!andrew trying (and failing) to woo picky eater neil with fancy food? :)

The thing about growing up on the run is that you never really develop a palate.

You eat what’s there to be eaten, whatever you manage to stuff in your pockets while your mother distracts the cashier trying to haggle for cigarettes, as if it’s anywhere near possible to haggle in a 7/11.

You eat school lunches, bland chicken nuggets and congealed mac and cheese and unseasoned carrots with those little close to expired fruit cups with the peaches and cherries and simple syrup.

You drink gas station coffee—maybe it stunts your growth, but you drink it anyway—and fill old plastic water bottles from drinking fountains or public restroom sinks.

At least, that’s what Neil tries to explain to Matt one day, when Matt invites Neil to his favorite restaurant in his hometown. It just so happens that Matt’s hometown is New York City, and the chef at this place has a Michelin star, but Neil isn’t on the run anymore and his paycheck is hefty enough that he can afford it.

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Andrew thinks he doesn't like kids. Andrew's wrong.

Andrew doesn’t like children on principle. They’re noisy, excitable, annoying, and regularly deplete the chocolate ice cream supply in his local shop before he can get to it.

So why he is now driving hundreds of miles solely to visit a pair of four-year-olds is anyone’s guess. Although, he has to admit, the blue-eyed man to his right might have something to do with it.

For some reason, Neil adores Dan and Matt’s kids. He met them as babies - crying, snivelling, wrinkly things - and yet was not put off. Andrew can’t understand it. They’re twins, for God’s sake. Double the attention-seeking nuisance. He gets enough of that from the cats. He ended up having pictures of them shoved in his face for the next four years as Neil excitably told him about Willow’s first steps, Clara’s first word, their first baby teeth …

Then Dan and Matt had moved to just a state over, and Matt had started urging Neil to visit.

“No,” Andrew had said firmly, when Neil mentioned it. He should have known something was up when Neil let him put extra syrup on his pancakes that morning. Their coach had been trying to put Andrew on a reduced-sugar diet and, annoyingly, Neil was on the balding man’s side. “We are not driving five hundred miles to visit a couple of kids. If Matt wants you to see them so badly, he can bring them to one of Allison’s stupid Fox reunions.”

Neil had just looked at him for a minute, expression open and eyes so, so blue. “Clara gets nervous around new people. Matt doesn’t think she could handle meeting everyone at once.”

Andrew felt his resolve cracking, but kept his expression stony. Not that it did much good; Neil seems to be able to read him no matter what walls he puts up.

“He also tells me there’s an ice cream parlour near their house which gives you unlimited toppings for two dollars.”

Andrew frowned, and Neil knew he’d won. It was written all over his smug face.

“Is that a yes?” he asked with a cheeky smile.

“I hate you. Yes.”

“I’ll tell Matt we’ll see them next month.”

And so, on the first weekend of the off-season they stocked up the cats’ food and water dispensers that Neil had bought for when they were at away-games, piled into the car, and set off on their trip to visit the Boyd-Wilds household.

“No cigarettes near the kids,” says Neil sternly, tucking the carton away securely in the glove compartment. Andrew scowls but doesn’t protest, and when they next pull up at a gas station he buys four packets of boiled sweets in defiance and sucks on them obnoxiously for the remainder of the journey. Neil glares at him every time the packet rustles, and eventually snags Andrew’s free hand in his own to keep it occupied. Andrew links their fingers together and says nothing, opting to grab a new sweet with his other hand whenever they stop at a red light.

They arrive in the early afternoon, pulling up outside a uniform-looking white house in a row of many others. It’s a quiet neighbourhood, and their car had drawn attention from more than one passer-by on their way here. Andrew swipes the keys from Neil, who had been driving the last leg, and makes sure the car is locked before turning to walk through the gate Neil holds open.

The door is open before they can even think about ringing the bell and a tall figure emerges, carrying a much smaller one in his arms.

“Neil!” exclaims Matt. “And my favourite Minyard. Come on in.”

Andrew narrows his eyes but follows Neil and Matt inside without complaint. Matt sets twin number one down and immediately clasps Neil in a fierce hug, releasing him a second later with a wary glance at Andrew. Neil rolls his eyes.

“Good to see you too, Matt,” he says.

“Looking good, Neil,” calls Dan, emerging slowly with twin number two clutching onto her leg - Clara, Andrew presumes. “What’s all this I hear about you two being signed to the US Court?”

“Nothing, yet,” replies Neil slyly, hopping out of the way as Willow barrels past him. “You shouldn’t put so much stock in what the media says.”

“Right,” says Matt, grabbing his unruly daughter and hoisting her into his arms again. “Like your supposed rivalry for the first few years of your career. Or how you supposedly got married in the Bahamas last year - wait, you didn’t, did you?”

Neil shakes his head with a grin. “Hello,” he says to Willow, who is now taller than him from where she sits in Matt’s arms.

“Hi!” she shouts, wriggling in Matt’s arms until he puts her down. She then proceeds to skip in circles around Neil, who stares at her in bewilderment. Andrew feels a strange sense of smugness.

They haven’t eaten since breakfast, not counting the sweets on Andrew’s part, so Dan makes them each a sandwich as the kids retreat to the garden to play with Matt. From what Andrew can see through the large French windows, they appear to be playing catch with a tennis ball. He shakes his head. There is no escaping the sports junkies. As if to prove this point, Neil goes out to join them shortly, and Andrew retreats to the living room, taking a seat on one of the large leather couches as he receives a text from Nicky.

Apparently Neil told him about their trip and he is now eager to find out if Andrew’s opinion of children has been magically changed by what he calls ‘Dan and Matt’s angels’. Andrew is just about to type out a resounding ‘no’ when Clara appears at the door to the room, staring silently at Andrew for a minute before crossing to sit on the sofa with him.

He tilts his head to look at her for a minute, but when she doesn’t make any attempt at conversation he turns back to his phone.

‘Don’t know’, he sends back, just before everyone else piles into the room, loud and excitable. Neil glances at Andrew and Clara on the sofa, curiosity clear on his face, but when they make no move to interact with each other he turns his attention back to Matt and Willow, who appear to be reenacting one of Neil’s impossible goals from the previous season.

Clara lets out a small laugh when Willow mimes being checked rather dramatically into the wall of the court, but when Andrew turns his gaze to her she looks down again, hugging her knees to her chest in an obvious attempt to make herself smaller. Andrew knows the move well. His hands shake slightly as he’s tugged back into his past as a foster child, and he pulls out a sweet to unwrap to keep himself distracted. He wonders absently if there’s a child out there who’s like him - who’s crying out for help from people who will never understand them. He shakes the thought from his head. He may understand, but he’s in no position to help.

Then he looks at Neil, who rescued two stray cats and coaxed them back to health, who’s now managed to calm Willow down enough to crouch down and talk to her animatedly about something, grins covering both their faces, and he can’t stop the shiver that runs through him. He thinks, what if -

He’s jolted out of his thoughts by the realisation that Clara is looking at him - or, more accurately, she’s looking at the sweet wrapper he’s worrying between his fingers. He blinks, watching her for a moment before pulling out another sweet. He glances across the room, but no one’s looking at them, so he surreptitiously slides the sweet across the surface of the sofa and pulls his hand back, staring forwards the entire time. Clara snatches the sweet up and unwraps it, popping it in her mouth. The next time their eyes meet, she smiles.

By the time Neil’s ready to leave, Clara has visibly relaxed, a smile stuck on her face and tongue stained yellow from the lemon sherbets. When they’ve all said goodbye, she steps towards Andrew with her arms held out questioningly. He stiffens for a second, then crouches down, allowing her to wrap her arms around him briefly. He almost - almost - mirrors her smile when he sees the shocked looks on Dan and Matt’s faces, but the grin on Neil’s takes his breath away.

“Don’t even think about it,” he says once they’re back in the car, but his words hold no heat.

Neil just smiles wider. “So, ice cream?”

“Ice cream,” Andrew agrees, reaching for his cigarettes where they lie in the glove compartment. At the last second though, his hand stills, and he reaches for another sweet instead.

After all, there will be no smoking around the kids.

PLL 7x15 In The Eye Abides The Heart - Thoughts (long, as per usual, sorry!)

- Not one answer, like I expected. But you know what’s weird… I still really liked the episode. That goes to show that PLL can still be entertaining 7 years later… if they pace the episode fast. Every scene was relevant. No wonder they did the 2 week break last week, after 714. If we had to wait 2 weeks now for the next episode… we’d go crazy. The plethora of answers from 714 lasted us, but this would never last us 2 weeks. Good planning Freeform. Not calling the episode bad! Because again, it was very entertaining. That was 42 minutes of fun! Genuinely, I appreciated every scene to be honest.

- I don’t understand the title. I was expecting Mona to sing the song again, or something like that!?

- Troain did an amazing job directing! Actually, even if I didn’t know that Troian directed this, I still would’ve left the episode thinking that it was a new director. It did feel very fresh; different to the usual. Troain clearly experimented with meaningful camera shots and my gosh did she play to the girls’ strengths. This was some of the best acting we’ve seen in a while. Shay, who I personally think is the weakest of the group, gave some of her best performances to date. 

- I haven’t seen anyone’s thoughts yet but I’m expecting that almost everyone is saying that that was Paige talking to Aria on FaceTime. We could clearly hear Lindsey’s voice coming through. The demeanour, expressions, intonation, voice… everything was Lindsey. Paige is probably in on AD’s game, which will make sense because we saw Paige’s exact hair (length and colour) coming off the person who gave Jenna the book at the end of 711. I’ll be quite mad if the producers got lazy by using Lindsey to film the FaceTime scenes, but it actually isn’t Paige. If Lindsey acted in the FaceTime scenes, which I’m 95% sure she did, it should be her character, Paige, on the other end too. Lindsey shouldn’t be playing AD if she isn’t AD/a helper.

- Paige and Ali’s scene brought a tear to my eye. All I could think about, the whole way through, was “Pig Skin”, “I own you now” and Ali threatening to expose Paige’s sexuality before Paige was ready to talk. Yet, Paige had completely forgiven Ali, which I thought was beautiful. It was an emotional nod to season 3A and I absolutely adored this character development on behalf of both of them.

- Marlene said that Ali verbalises her sexuality in 715. She started to, which was great, but I wanted a bit more. Just another line or two. 

- I’m loving how they’re handling the situation with Emison. I did find it odd however that Emily kept saying the decision was Ali’s. I don’t know why Emily felt she had a smaller say. I’m glad she eventually realised her say is important too.

- Again, like I said above, I haven’t seen anyone’s comments yet, but I’m assuming most of us are theorising that Spencer’s twin was talking to Wren? Why would Spencer be arguing with Wren? She had a good cover up though - that Wren authorised Charlotte passes to visit Mona! But, the fact she told Ezra to keep it a secret that he saw her… it came across as exactly that; a cover up. The AD reveal may not be AD voluntarily revealing themselves like Charlotte did. Ezra may piece it together! “When I saw you with Wren at the airport” … “I was never at the airport with Wren?” says Spencer. Bam, AD is revealed!

- We actually don’t see Wren again until the finale, where we see him in a very surprising interaction with someone as part of the ultimate final twist (writer confirmed that). We’ll see him again with Spencer’s twin??

- That was a bit too short though. Wren should’ve had a few more lines, and one more scene. But I guess it was supposed to be short because he was talking (supposedly) with Spencer’s twin… if that scene went on any longer and we heard any of the conversation, we’d know too much too soon.

- Marco made a good point, that someone was trying to make it look like Archer is alive (by using his credit cards) yet now they’re making it look like he’s dead. He made a good point that maybe there’s more than one person pulling the strings here. 

- Spencer using Archer’s credit card… ahhhh we were right. 

- Marco will end his relationship with Spencer because he’ll feel like Spencer only got close to him so that she can destroy any evidence and also eavesdrop on the case. Which, isn’t true. But it definitely looks that way. Spencer = sad, Toby = sad, Spoby comes back.

- I loved the absence of Toby and Caleb. Not a hater of them, but it was a breath of fresh air from the romance.

- “Can I go?” … “I can’t stop you”. I dunno why, but I loved that. Marco is obeying the law and remaining professional whilst also showing his love for Spencer by letting her go prepare a defence so to speak.

- I didn’t like the ending! They were building up to a big dramatic Riverdale cliffhanger! (Literally, a Cliff Hanger… if you know what I mean.) I thought the note was hinting that Mary committed suicide, and the camera would pan over to a dramatic reveal. The directing was amazing… the feels!!! But, I was expecting one more scene before it faded out.

- Ezria scenes were great! I liked the argument about going vs staying. I could see Troain’s directing in that. She told them to crank up the heat. I saw sparks in Ezra and Aria’s eyes that we haven’t seen in both of them in a while. There was genuine frustration at the situation from both of them.

- Aria betraying the girls was so cool. But, I wish they took it a step further like Aria actually doing something to physically hurt the girls rather than just give AD info. Writers, you have permission to break my heart. Test the friendship as much as possible. But, it’s not over. Maybe they’ll go there next week.

- Mona, Mona, Mona. Please, don’t disappear on us like that again. 5 left… please be in all 5! And omg, her admiration of the game had me smiling. That was the best reaction. Whoever wrote the ep, good choice. Her loving the evilness in the game (”it’s brilliant, I wish I did it” etc) makes me question her current loyalties however…

- I wanted Spencer to find Mary. I didn’t like the constant teasing through the bottles (cool concept!) only to end up that she won’t find her this episode. 

- The Lucas and Charles story was cool. And it seems the girls are all suspecting what we fans are… that Lucas’ apartment is bugged with cameras and microphones everywhere. Cant wait to see where this story goes, particularly with the dollhouse reference in the comic.

- NEXT WEEK’S PROMO!! Episode looks amazing! Of course, promos always look better than the actual episode but… “that’s why you were tortured” says Lucas (or something like that). Watch that be extremely anticlimactic, we won’t find out AD’s motive or anything!

- Overall, 8/10! I did enjoy it. A few tiny tiny things I disagreed with, and an overall lack of answers. But, the fast pace of it did make it feel like a love-letter to the fans. It just doesn’t compare to the shit-storm that was season 6! This is good.

Jyn Erso Appreciation Week

↳ day 3: family


All Their Funerals

When the war ends, they bury the lost; the dead; the gone. They bury their comrades, their friends, and finally, their parents. None of them had ever received a proper funeral before. They will now.

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They travel first to Fest, and the crunch of snow reminds them both of the month they spent on Echo Base on Hoth.

“I don’t mind the cold so much this time,” Jyn tells Cassian, pulling her coat tighter around her torso. The fur on her hood tickles her face, but at least it’s warm. Cassian wraps an arm around her shoulder and pulls her closer. The afternoon is cold and bright, the sting of the icy air sharp in her nose. “You were born here, weren’t you?”

He nods. “I once thought I’d die here, too.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” she says and kisses him. His lips are warm but his nose is cold, and it makes her smile.

“I’m glad I didn’t, either,” he agrees.

He doesn’t remember exactly where his mother died, but they find a spot on a bluff that overlooks a glacial lagoon and put up a makeshift marker. The ice in the water glows such a clear, pure blue that Jyn feels the prick of tears in her eyes. Cassian places small white flowers against the stone–a faint memory of how much his mother had loved these winter flowers–and says something quiet and soft in Festian.

“What did you say?” Jyn asks.

He grasps her gloved hand with his and raises it to his lips, giving her a kiss on the knuckles. “I said goodbye.”

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Eadu is still too dangerous, still too occupied by the remnants of the Imperials to be safe for them to even land, but she at least had the chance to say goodbye to her Papa, she thinks, when life faded from his body on that burning platform.

Their ship floats just above the blue and gray planet, far away enough to be out of range of any sensors, and Jyn smears stardust on the viewport and forgives: him again for all his sins and herself for hating him the way she had when that anger was the only thing that held the pieces of her together when he was gone.

+

There are still protests on Carida, the same kind where Cassian’s father died decades ago, but now the blasters from the military stay holstered and the marchers all go home at night.

“I like to think that we were part of the reason for this,” he tells her, gesturing at the peaceful protest.

“You are,” she says. Jyn raises her mug of ale and clinks glasses with him at their table just outside the pub in the city’s marketplace, but neither of them takes a drink just yet. She puts down her glass and covers his hand with hers. “You would have made your father proud, Cassian.” She sees the slightest quiver in his lip, and then it’s gone just as quickly.

+

She hasn’t seen Lah’mu since Saw whisked her away, but her old homestead looks as it did when she left: green marsh grasses and bare-branched bushes a deep red-brown, black sand, and basalt hills covered in thick green moss. The skies are still gray in the mornings and blindingly blue in the afternoon, and the field where her mother died is still there.

She shows Cassian her cave–and it will always be her cave–and when he goes to open the hatch and look inside she curls up against a stone and pulls her legs up to her chest and feels a sob bubble up. If her mother had just stayed, she thinks. But if her mother had stayed maybe she would have never met Cassian, met Bodhi, met Baze and Chirrut and Kaytoo. Or maybe they all would have been dead and none of it would have mattered anyway. But she still wants her mama in the way children always do when they are sick or scared, but she also knows that she’ll never have it again.

But she has Cassian, and he holds her while she shakes and until she stops, helps her gather the black volcanic stones to mark the spot where Lyra Erso met her end, and he stays with her, which is what matters in the end, really.

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They arrive in Jedha–all of them together. Jyn, Cassian, Bodhi, Baze, Chirrut, and Kaytoo. Jyn to give Saw Gerrera his send-off; Baze, Chirrut, and Bodhi to say goodbye to the place that was once their home.

Saw may not have been her father by blood, but their blood was somehow still the same. Galen Erso had slow, cool rivers coursing through his veins, but Jyn and Saw: lava poured from their wounds, fire surging out from their centers.

She understood that he had loved her now, though his shows of affection were untraditional and infrequent when she had been with him. But the memories were easier now to remember: him braiding her hair until she could do it herself, the sweet cookies he gave her once when he remembered her name day.

“We bury our mothers and fathers,” Chirrut says, resting on his staff as he stands with her at the ruins of the Holy City. “And they are the seeds from which we grow.”

Jyn grasps his hand as he did once on a flight that seems an age ago and embraces him, then Baze, then Bodhi and calls them her brothers; and she reaches for Cassian, who holds her as a lover and a husband would; kisses her brow and breathes kindness and constancy into her hair. And Jyn thinks, closing her eyes and resting them for the first time without the fear of loss and death coming for her, I have buried my family and I have found them again.

The Teen Dad (High School AU Minho)

Originally posted by herewegobebe

Type: Fluff


Girls found it hot that he was a dad but they sure as hell didn’t want to raise his little girl. Or he didn’t want her around his daughter. Minho was 16 years old when his ex girlfriend left his little girl on his doorstep and walked away. Little Choi Minjoo became everything to Minho who was trying to give her the best. He studied very hard to make sure he got good grades then after graduating getting a good job or going to college. His parents were proud of him. Though they didn’t support his choices when he was younger, they loved  how much he grew up for her. They loved their granddaughter and were willing to support him now. 

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“Don’t touch” Minho told his daughter as he was glancing at his book and writing down notes. “Minjoo daddy said don’t touch” he said more strictly. Soon a stuffed bunny came into view as he looked up and smiled “hey” he told you as you took a seat beside him “what did you need help with?” you asked him as he put Minjoo down onto the wooden floor of his room “these questions” he spoke as you pulled the notebook away from him. “Ah okay I see these ones are slightly confusing but once you understand you’ll be able to-” you were cut short by the one year old bringing over shiny pack handing it to you. Minho looked very embarrassed by the little package. You held it between your fingers as you looked it over “I think you should hide these better” you say laying the packaged condom onto the desk. His ears filled with the sound of wrappers hitting the ground as his daughter had found his condom box that was under his bed while she was crawling around. 

“I’m amazed you have time” you joke to him “the box is almost 2 years old and three of them are missing. They were the before Minjoo ones. Afet becoming a dad I didn’t have the urge to do it again" he explained as he got up and started picking them up “why keep them?” “never known they’re still good. They’ve got like 2 years yet” he tells you as you shook your head. “Do you still date?” you asked him. “You offering?” he jokes “curious” you say as you fell your body heat up. Minho picks Minjoo up and sat her back on his lap again.

“To date me. I would have to find a girl who I know will treat me and Minjoo well. Treat my daughter like her own. Gives me love and affection” he lists as he rests his head onto his daughter’s. You smile at him as you sigh “so this is what you have to do” you start as his attention was drawn to your teaching.

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Minho glanced into your class room as he knocked on the door and your teacher looked confused “I need to talk to Y/N quickly please. It’s an emergency” he said as you got up grabbing your bag and rushing over not really getting permission. You knew it had to be something. “I need you to get my daughter. She’s sick at the daycare and they won’t let me have her stay there” he whispers. “You should have gotten your license Minho-” “please I’ll owe you” he says “fine” you groan pulling your keys out. He cupped your cheeks and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “My hero” he jokes as you were shocked but head off to the office.

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“Poor baby” you coo as you stroked her back as she whined. “Be lucky that auntie has less classes than daddy” you whisper as you opened the back of your car. You looked at the back seeing that if you ever went on a date it would seem that you’re a mom due to the fact you always take care of Minjoo. You had your own car seat for her. Your car had foods and toys as well. A sock or two just everything Minjoo had. You buckled her in and pulled your phone out and called Minho. “I got her and I’ll take her to my house. Do I have to get you later?” you asked as he sighed “yeah if you don’t mind” he says as you make a sound. “See you later” you say “thanks again” he says “anytime” you tell him before you end the call.

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“Come on Minho. A single date. You’re daughter is so cute we’ll have lots a lot of fun” a girl begged as he was looking around for your car. “no I’m good my daughter is sick” he says as he caught sight of your car. “Plus Y/N is kind of like my daughter’s mom even though she’s not. And she’s who I need right now” he said unknowing his words would make you his sort of girlfriend. He gave one last smile before taking off. The girl scowled at his back ready to start something.

“Hello ladies” he says as he threw his things in the front seat and got in the back to check on his daughter. “Minjoo” he cooed lightly as he touched her forehead “glad to feel her fever went down” he told you “I gave her some milk and a mild bath so I think it helped” you said as he nodded. “Thank you again. j got your homework from the class you left then” he says “thanks” you said. You had been put on Minho’s emergency list basically, he struck a deal with the school since he had you, the overly smart 2nd in class as his good friend. You got out early most days and since it was your last class you were basically free because you could sign yourself out and all.

“You know you kissed me Minho” you say “hmm” he said only responding when he heard his name “you kissed me earlier” you repeat as he felt his cheeks warm up. “It-it was the heat of the moment” he rushed to say as he thought back to it. “Oh” you said “you sound disappointed ” he teased as you made a sound “what no way” you say back keeping your eyes on the road.

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Minho laid Minjoo down in her rocker making sure she was covered and comfortable before he turned it on. He took a seat next to you on the couch. “You know I got asked out” he says as you turn to him. “You should go on a date” you tell him “my daughter is sick and she’s like all I talk about other than school” he says as you chuckle. “If I would go on a date with someone it would be someone like you. Sweet, loving, kind, motherly, prett-” he cut himself off as you two looked at one another. He simply leaned in and kissed your lips, it was a real one this time and Minho made sure it was amazing. He had you above him as he smiled up at you. “This is nice” he whispered bringing you in for another kiss as he deepened it.

He had his hands under your skirt as he squeezed your rear making you jump. He laughed as you rolled your eyes “you know I thought about this many times before” he says as you started undoing your top before he stopped you “it wasn’t on the couch and my daughter wasn’t in the room” he tells as your ears filled with the breathing of the little one. “Woah. I am way too willing” you say as he sat up with his hands around your waist. “You should be cautious with me. My guys got through a condom without breaking it” he says. “That makes me think 16 year old Minho couldn’t put a condom on” you tease “you’re probably right” he responds as he rubs your nose with his. “Maybe 18 year old Minho could learn” he told “he would have to. Minjoo is a cute little thing. But she doesn’t need to be a big sister” you tell him. “Yeah? In general or from you?” he asks as he leaned back “either Minho. You’re 18 having one kid under your belt is enough. You shouldn’t have another” you tell him. “I know I wasn’t planning on it until I’m married” he promised. He kissed your lips lightly as he nearly thrown you off when his little one let out a noise. “Damn Minho” you whisper as he seemed embarrassed by his instant daddy mode. “I can’t help it now” he whispered “it’s natural” he says as you laughed at the embarrassed boy.

anonymous asked:

The biggest contradiction I've ever come to experience is Luhan...his personality and the way he behaves is so manly and sexy yet his face says otherwise. And apparently ppl think he's 27 like what kind of false???

Oh pft please in Luhan’s music videos he gives that manly sexy persona because that’s the stage persona he wants to set, but off stage he’s a fucking dork that talks to his cats and can’t even walk big dogs without being scared dON’T BE FOOLED

OKAY, so I just read the Vanity Fair Star Wars cover story

and I have stuff to say. about Adam Driver´s statement. for reasons.

So, now we have A LOT of new fabulous photographs and names and more information, which IS AMAZING (oh god, I really hope the “long wait” for more Star Wars material is over and we start to get more and more) YAY! Im SUPER HYPER AND HAPPY ABOUT THE NEW INFO!

However, there was one itsy bitsy little parragraph that seemed inofensive at first but the more I read it, the more I look into it (read: overthink, a common practice among info-starved- Reylos) and the more worried I get for our precious Reylo ship. Also, Im usually super optimistic about Reylo bc I think it will be canon (in one way or another) by the end of the ST. However, when I read the Vanity Fair article, I got a lil bit anxious. (NOTE: Its probably because Adam is SO SO good at hiding Star Wars info and being suuper vague about everything) Also, this got long bc apparently I have a lot of feels, so if you wanna know what I thought of Adam´s words in the article read below :)

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KuroMahi {8: Things You Said When You Were Crying}


@simplyrisichu Here you go!


Happy Mother’s Day, Kuro read the sign and glanced worriedly at Mahiru. He continued to walk down the street to his family grave with a solemn smile and anyone passing them on the street wouldn’t question it. But Kuro wasn’t a passing stranger and he knew Mahiru better than anyone. He thought Mahiru was acting strange when he insisted they go outside for the day and buy flowers but now he understood.

“Mahiru,” Kuro gently took his hand and stopped him. While he was smiling bravely, his silence told Kuro that he was barely maintaining that smile. Mahiru looked back at him and he hesitated for a moment. He had never been the best at comforting people and he was often ungraceful with his words but he wanted to say something, anything, to help Mahiru.

“I know you don’t like going out but it’ll only be for a little bit. I just need to stop by one more place and then we can go home. I’m sorry I dragged you here with me.” He smiled apologetically at him and Kuro chastised himself. Mahiru was the one in pain yet he always thought about others before himself. “If you want, you can hang out in one of the shops down the street while I do this.”

Mahiru slipped his hand from his and Kuro felt a weight fall on him. What could he do for him? Kuro remembered all the times Mahiru had supported him and pulled him out of his darkest moments. The words he said made him happy and Kuro repeated them. “Mahiru, I’m your partner. So, if you’re worried or troubled, I want to help. I’ll listen whenever you’re ready to talk to me.”

He let out a shaky breath and his smile fell for just a moment before he regained his composure. Mahiru shook his head and Kuro felt as if a wall suddenly rose between them. “It’s okay, Kuro, really. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Mahiru could see Kuro’s hesitant expression and tried to reassure him. He knew that Kuro probably already guessed that they were going to visit his family grave considering that he brought incense and flowers. He thought that having Kuro with him would make him stronger but his emotions had never felt more suffocating. Whenever he looked at Kuro or the graves, he only wanted to cry so he looked down at the ground.

“Kuro, can you hold these for me while I clean up?” Mahiru asked when they reached his family grave. He didn’t meet his eyes as he passed the bags to him. Without a word, Mahiru began to wash the cold stone. He had cleaned it alone so many times in the past and he didn’t understand why his hands were shaking now. But the more he tried to stop his hands from shaking, the more his emotions shook him until he couldn’t move his hands anymore.

A hand fell over his and gave him a comforting squeeze before it took the brush from him. Kuro went through the motions of preparing the grave but he kept Mahiru in the corner of his eyes. He kept his gaze to the ground but he could how pale he was. Kuro didn’t know if he was doing the right thing or if his actions gave Mahiru the barest hint of support but he needed to do something to make him smile again.

Mahiru sat in front of the grave as Kuro placed the flowers they brought in a vase. He didn’t move even after Kuro poured water over the grave and it was time for them to prayer. Kuro patted his shoulder before he put his hands together and spoke out loud.

“Your son has become very strong and brave. I’m sorry that it’s probably because I got him caught up in a lot of dangerous business. But I’m doing my best to protect your son. It’s a little difficult because he loves to rush in and save everyone. I wouldn’t change that though, because it just proves that he’s a kind and brave person. You don’t need to worry about Mahiru because I’ll always be here for him. Even without a contract between us, I’d feel the same.”

“How can you say that?” Mahiru asked and his voice was small. “How can you say I’m brave when all I want to do right now is cry? I don’t even know why I feel like this. This is the first time I get to visit my mother with someone but I still feel like this. I shouldn’t feel like this! I should be grateful that I’m not alone but I just want to cry. I haven’t felt like this since…”

Mahiru couldn’t remember the last time his emotions overwhelmed him like this. It felt as if there was something heavy on his chest and he couldn’t breathe. Every time he tried to take a breath, the dam holding back his tears threatened to burst. He didn’t even have the strength to wipe away his tears and they blurred his vision. “Why do I feel like crying?”

“It’s okay if you want to.” Kuro gathered Mahiru into his arms and pressed his face into his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to return Kuro’s embrace because he felt paralyzed but he pressed himself against him like a lost animal seeking shelter. He stroked his hair and pressed a kiss to him temple. Finally, Mahiru’s strung emotions snapped when he felt those two small actions.

He let out a pained sound and tears followed. His body shook as he cried and he was certain that his tears were going to stain Kuro’s jacket. Neither cared. Kuro focus was only on holding Mahiru through the torrent of tears and Mahiru wrapped his arms around his neck. Through the outpour of emotions, Mahiru clung to him desperately. The more he cried, the tighter Kuro held onto him.

After Mahiru cried all the tears he didn’t know he had in his body, he rubbed his eyes against Kuro’s shoulder. He didn’t want to let go of him and was glad that Kuro continued to hold him. Taking a breath still hurt him a little and his breathing was unsteady but Mahiru finally felt like the weight on his chest was gone. His body felt strangely empty but lighter as well. Kuro felt his body stop shaking but he didn’t say anything and waited patiently for Mahiru.

When he started crying, Mahiru didn’t understand why but he slowly began to as continued to sob. He wasn’t crying because he was weak. He was crying because he recognized he could. He had someone that wouldn’t judge him for crying and would support him even in his weakest moments. He had Kuro. His body realized this before Mahiru did and let out all the tears he had been holding throughout the years, trusting that Kuro would support him.

Mom, I’m doing okay and you don’t need to worry about me. I found someone strong and dependable. He’s a little unconventional and a lazy slob but he’s everything I never knew I needed. I’m sure you’ve been watching me so you already know this. I love him.


This is a little longer than I expected it would be.

[Send me a ship and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic]

wintersoldier-cap  asked:

How do you feel about Lotor and Lance flirting while Shiro watches on, jealousy stirring his gut, but not saying anything because Lance isn't his (yet) and he doesn't have the right to be possesive?

SO VERY GOOD like I want Lotor and Lance to become Bros™ who flirt with each other all the time and I want Shiro to get progressively more frustrated bc he wants Lance to be /his/ and just gets more and more frustrated and oh no I may have to write this into a fic

anonymous asked:

Bill is an almost all knowing entity that is older then time itself. But yet he didn't realize having a puppet body and giving his husband the primary source of his powers means he has very little to work with at his own expense. Even beings of pure energy have a limit, ya equilateral doofus.

I feel like he’s all-knowing in the sense that a millennial doesn’t know how to use excel but can easily look it up and figure it out within a day and therefore says YES on their application. 

Even in the series he misses shit bc he either found it insignificant or it was just unimaginable to him, so there are definitely blind spots to his thinking. 

cobwebbing  asked:

i am in physical pain over the weaksauce argument that finn is somehow discriminated against for having to have rehab when he got sliced in the fucking back. and hell, for all we know kylo DOES have to have rehab too. wE HAVEN'T SEEN THE GODDAMN MOVIE YET AND PPL ARE ALREADY SETTING UP STRAWMAN ARGUMENTS ABOUT KYLO

and it has been confirmed that kylo is in rehabilitation too so i don’t even know why some have claimed kylo got off without pain and rehabilitation when vanity fair says the exact opposite. like i said i’m totally fine with star wars showing the aftermath of finn’s spinal injury, it would actually be more ridiculous if they acted like nothing ever happened. and it’s not surprising that a hero like finn will go through struggles. 

and it’s kind of funny that some of the same ppl who claim that “ kyle ron ” will die a painful death are so concerned now about him being unfairly treated really good in their eyes. 

like if y’all were so certain that kylo is gonna die by the hands of rey or leia or finn then how much pain Kylo is or isn’t currently in shouldn’t even matter right? 

anonymous asked:

oh oh how about a cute fluffy scenario with akaashi being sick and s/o taking care of him? ;v; keep up the good work mod amelie!! hearts

|| Wow it’s been months since I’ve written anything, but let’s do this!!! Let me just say that if there’s one thing that gets me weak, it’s cute couples or just people taking care of other people in general ;u; It just touches the heart so much aaaahhhhhh ||

In all honesty, Akaashi has never thought he’d be in a situation like this. 

With him always looking after Bokuto and the team, it never exactly occurred to him that he would ever be taken care of. Yet here you are proving him otherwise, sitting by his bed while waiting for the digital thermometer to beep.

He couldn’t tell if the warmth on his cheeks were of embarrassment or because of you.

About to speak, you shush him. Such causes him to narrow his eyes.

“I don’t have a sore throat, just a fever.” He states.

You giggle. “I know.”

The moment you peck him near his lips, he nearly gets a heart attack. The last thing he wanted was you to get sick, especially thanks to him. He tries to get up, in an attempt to get his glass of water by the nightstand, only to have you push him down.

You click your tongue, and he scoffs in response.

“Seriously?” He mutters.

“Keiji, I’m trying to take care of you.” You tell him with a pout.

“I’m fine.”

“Stiiiiiill!”

He tries to reach out to grab his glass again but you intercept. His face heats up a little once at the sight of you kissing the back of his hand. If he was heating up moments ago, he could only hope to the gods that he wasn’t going to overheat anytime soon.

“Just…” You look straight into his emerald hues.

“Let me take care of you, please?”

He looks at you as a small smile tugs his lips upwards. Eventually he nods before your eyes light up in gratefulness and joy.

You kiss him on the forehead.

Such gets him to chuckle a little in endearment.

I mean my ex did have his issues and towards the end of the relationship he became really abusive and controlling and his jealousy was beyond crazy but I catch myself missing the beginning of the relationship, I do miss the days where we would go out to eat and just laugh and talk, I do miss going over just to nap so I wouldn’t nap alone in my room, I do miss the good times I experienced w him. I miss how he would mock me when I’d say something but instead of being mad I’d laugh bcus I could never stay mad, I miss when he’d get mad that I liked ranch but yet he would still kiss me, I miss going to the movies and laying my head on his chest, I miss going on walks around the lake and talking about our future, or when we’d cruise around Christmas time just to see houses decorated w lights, or when he’d drive and make those drifting sounds, or when i would feed him off my plate bcus I was already full, or when I’d steal his fries bcus I ate mine on the way home. He knew what I liked and what I hated, as I knew what he liked and what he hated. How he would lay on my chest and I would scratch his back and I’d be like “babe you better not fall asleep” while we would watch a movie and he’d be like “I’m not” then next thing you know he’d be sleeping, I miss him holding my hand and squeezing it hard so I would squeeze back and he’d pretend i was hurting him even tho we both know I was too weak to actually hurt him. I miss trying new places to eat w him, or when we’d go bowling and everytime he got a strike I’d get mad cus he was winning but when I would make a strike he’d kiss me and high five me, how he would call me “sport” and “buddy” and “pal” and “champ” and I’d get mad but then hed just laugh and kiss me, how he would pump gas for me even in a cold ass day just so I wouldn’t have to get off the car, and we’d go to the fast station just to get hot Cheetos w cheese, and how he’d always open the doors for me when we’d go out to eat and would always make me order first, and how when we’d go out to eat I would get diff drink everytime and he’d always try them and end up liking them and how we would go to every place to eat just to try their wings. When we’d go to Walmart just for a bag of chips or to get new wax things for the candle, or when he’d always ask me if I Wanted something before going home, how he would always hold my hand while he’d drive and do that little stroke thing, and how he would always look at me with those big brown eyes of his, how he would just randomly tell me “I love you” out of nowhere or how he’d be like “txt me when you’re home baby, drive safe” bcus he knew my driving sucked ass. I will always cherish those memories created w him. Something happened once we reached a year, maybe he just didn’t love me anymore and he was tired of me, maybe he became abusive so I had a reason to leave him bcus he wanted to end things but didn’t know how to say it, up to this day I’ll never know why something so sweet ended on such bad terms. I know we both said things to each other out of anger and I tried With my life to always fix things with him but we were both stubborn. We were too alike. I could never wish him hell tho one thing I do know is that he’ll always be the love of my life and although I’m over him there are days where I miss him, his voice, his laugh, his presence. I will always have mad love for him 😞. Like I catch myself missing him and thinking about him I just wonder if I even cross his mind for a little uk.

FF stories come true!

after watching this episode I was like ‘omg this is like those fanfics I read!’
1. OOC Hiashi with such a super lovey dovey act to his grandchild but yea, maybe people change (include naruto too T_T) why is it flipped, hiashi who used to be so stern look and naruto who used to be such a dummy happy face 😂
2. Toneri come to Hinata’s child in a dream. I used to read that kinda fanfics actually it’s about Toneri come to Himawari’s dream and he always come to ask Hima to play some games with him, he also says that he used to ask her mother to marry him and the end he says that one day Hima will come to him. But in this episode he come to boruto’s dream, I’m screaming like saying that guy was trying to make your mom his slave *lol
3. Boruto act cool but failed yet it’s soooo funny af😂 he’s like Naruto v2.0 with better brain I think 😂


I can’t wait for the next episode💃🏻

SO LET’S TALK “WHO’S THE TRAITOR” SOME MORE

If you’ve never read my initial theory post, please do yourself a favor and check that shit out. It is a foundation for the theory that, regrettably, was missing a lot of information that I wasn’t able to get to until I was able to do a reread of the series, plus I wanted to wait for the series to develop a little further. The original post was made right after “Deku vs Kacchan 2” was released, so we’ve had about 30 chapters of development. You might be wondering how on earth 3k words isn’t enough to make my point the first time, but here I am yet again! 

I might sound crazy, but believe me when I say… I am the MOST serious. 

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handed a lemon

the absolute turmoil -  drabble series
part two
featuring JIMIN (mentions of yoongi/ofc relationship)

words: 782
a serious conversation
warnings for mentions of mental illness and related mature themes.

go here for more info on this drabble series or to find part one.

Originally posted by xminenex

Jimin looks uncomfortable, his brows furrowed and his lips quivering like he’s trying to hold something back. He’s looking everywhere but at Mina as she watches him struggle through the mirror, her hands on her hips where she can feel her tights starting to run where she yanked them up over her leotard this morning.

“Just say it, Chim,” she says finally, having grown impatient.

That’s all it takes for him to finally look back at her in the mirror, no longer fidgeting, but staring with a gentle, yet firm expression.

“I don’t know why you’re still working at the college,” he tells her and her chin recedes into her neck, taken aback, though she recovers quickly.

“I love the kids.”

Jimin nods. “I know you do. But you have to do something for yourself instead of other people. It’s okay to be selfish sometimes.” When he pauses, his face breaks out into a blinding smile, his eyes turning to endearing crescents. “Plus, it wouldn’t be all for yourself. I’d love to have you here, and I know Hobi would, too. And you’d still get to work with kids.”

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anonymous asked:

How do you think would Bendy see? Does he use the sense of hearing since his eyes seem to be covered in ink or is his eyes somewhere else like in his stomach or something.

I mentioned this in the post I just reblogged, but I’m thinking it’s possible he sees through those cardboard cutouts. Though I could also buy him seeing through whatever demon magic created him.