i love her more than anything ok

now that the “party” is over and sana doesn’t have to fear her parents finding out about her letting alcohol into their house, and the party that took place there, i think that this is going to be a good learning experience for her. because what would’ve hurt sana the most had they found out would’ve been knowing that they felt like their own daughter had disrespected them and their home, knowing that they were disappointed in her. she knows she could’ve really hurt her parents there, these two people who mean so much to her, much much more than any of the russ stuff. and hopefully this will help (it’s a process) her realize that there are compromises that shouldn’t be made, that she shouldn’t let anyone or anything make her feel like she has to make

I feel like when Belle gets excited about something, a new book she liked, her father’s latest idea for an invention, whatever, she tends to get carried away talking about it. And she’s definitely heard, more than once, something along the lines of “shut up, no one cares,” so she’s kind of learned to check her enthusiasm.

So just imagine she’s going on and on in raptures about her new favorite fantasy novel and then she stops herself with “sorry, i’m probably boring you.”

But the Beast ADORES her enthusiasm and he’s all “no no no keep talking, this is interesting” because anything is fascinating when she talks about it with such passion and he loves to hear whatever captures her interest.

Painty dood of Brei 

How Versailles Did “Arranged Marriage with someone of the opposite sexuality” Right

  My I guess you’d call it meta? on Versailles is getting really cool responses (wow thank you guys I didn’t actually think anyone would read them lol) so here’s another one I’ve been thinking about. 

Let me preface this by saying I love “The Magicians”. I’ve loved the books since they came out, I think the idea of a realistic take on Harry Potter/Narnia is brilliant. I think it’s a wake up call to all of us who have dreamed about having magical powers/going to a mythical land because it’s a series about what that would actually be like for your average millennial. It could be awesome but also suck balls. I think the characters are interesting, the writing is both witty and grounded yet doesn’t stay away from campyness and the Les Mis sequence is one of my favorite things I have ever seen on TV. 

 However, I find what they did to Eliot Waugh questionable  and borderline extremely offensive.  For those of you who are reading this and do not watch the show, Eliot is an openly gay young man who studied theater at SUNY Purchase and is a Magician. He  actually reminds me a lot of Philippe (damn that crossover would be amazing),  very sarcastic, very troubled, yet a truly good  person. He  becomes the High King of this mystical land called Fillory and so he and his friends can get a blade to kill this evil being called the Beast, he needs to marry the daughter of the blacksmith who made the blade. Which is made infinitely more complicated because in Fillory marriages are forever and he cannot physically have sex with anyone else except his wife ever again.  This is kind of a huge problem being that he’s gay.  Now you’d think that for such a progressive show they would find a way to make this not as awful as it sounds. Yeah no, they even go so far as to imply that he’s falling in love with her and his sexuality for about most of season 2 is erased or retconned to be Bi (nothing wrong with that but he was created as a gay character). That’s not good. Also Fen, the girl he marries, is kind of annoying. She’s desperate to get him to fall in love with her in the beginning and is honestly mystified as to why he seems reluctant to sleep with her. She wants him to love her and doesn’t grasp the fact that he’s gay. Anyway this is made all sorts of awkward, they are trying to fix it by also giving him a ‘husband’ because in this fictional land you can have one of each! Still…it’s awkward. 

  Back to Versailles. There were some people when Liselotte was introduced that thought she was going to be THAT girl, the girl that gets in the way of the OTP. One person on twitter even called her a “blonde cow” (do NOT get me started on that…that was beyond disgusting). Now knowing history, I knew that was not going to happen, those two are together until death do them part (quite literally look it up it’s sad but doesn’t happen for a long time don’t worry everybody!). Yet having experienced The Magicians, I was a teeny bit hesitant as to how this whole thing would be handled as Philippe did have children with Liselotte. How would Liselotte come off? Would she come off as clingy or not understanding of the realities of the situation? 

I was SO impressed by the writing of her character, the writing of their situation, and the resolution between Liselotte, The Chevalier and Philippe. I really didn’t want a freaking love triangle of awfulness to last an entire season, especially when Liselotte was such an amazing character. I think that it was genius that they made her someone most people can identify with and even aspire to be. She’s fun, she’s down to earth, she’s courageous, she’s blunt and she’s a damn good person. She walked in fully knowing that Philippe had a boyfriend and though I know she was probably disappointed to realize that he was not attracted to her whatsoever and physically never would be, she came up with a solution that ultimately got her what she wanted (aka kids so she didn’t get kicked out of Versailles and sent home in shame) and  was a great influence on both Philippes. She had the right idea all along, that this whole mess would work better if the three of them could stop fighting and if the Chevalier would just calm the fuck down and realize she didn’t want to take his place. I love the scene between her and the Chevalier, I think it’s an eye opener for both of them. She comes into things with a very business-like  mindset…and he gives it to her straight, that this isn’t about just sharing a bed or sex, it’s about love and that his heart is broken. His monologue to her is heartbreaking. And I think she kind of knocks some sense into him very gently when she says that the reason he’s acting like this is because he’s terrified and that Philippe loves him but he’s going to lose that love.

   The writers made her important to both men, and I think, at the end when she realizes that she’s in a fucked up situation where her brother in law actually had most of her family killed, at the very least she knows she has two people who she can count on.  Philippe loves her, maybe not physically but definitely loves her as a person. The Chevalier knows she’d never hurt either of them, and that she wants nothing more than to make all of them happy so he has someone to talk to as well. I think the fact that Philippe basically tells both of them that should anything happen to him (IT WON’T) that the Chevalier will marry her and raise their kids says it all.  And the last scene where they are both watching Philippe leave and Liselotte clutches an obviously distraught Chevalier’s hand, you see Philippe smile knowing the two people he loves are going to be ok. And then the final scene of the season, which I assume is some time later, you see the two  of them again together and it’s clear that they are both leaning on each other for friendship and support while Philippe is away. I think the progression from all three fighting  to working together  and ultimately love is so different, and such a breath of fresh air and also shows just how awesome a person Liselotte is. She’s a bit disappointed, but she’s a damn fine human and she wants the people she cares about to be happy. She becomes sort of the missing ingredient to making those two work, the one who will knock some sense into either one of them when Philippe gets too moody or the Chevalier gets too possessive and I hope they’ll get her to also have more fun and embrace the ridiculousness of it all. Yay great character arcs for everyone!

Also SO happy they made it clear that Philippe is pretty exclusively gay and does have trouble having sex with a woman since he is not attracted to women. He doesn’t just magically perform cause ‘welp now I have to’. That was amazing. 

TLDR: Liselotte is a gift of a character, Versailles stayed away from the stupid love triangle trope, and gave us a pretty polyamorous marriage that is respectful,loving, and not uncomfortable. 

dana watches lucifer (2x14)
  • i’m so ready to do this i’m gonna cry
  • this previously on makes me emotional
  • i don’t want lucifer to say this again i’m sad i don’t wanna see chloe all alone in his club again
  • hot damn first thing we zoom in on is some booty
  • and there’s lucifer’s mom gettin some
  • “i’m a goddess” she’s being literal there
  • “this is weird” you’re telling me 
  • my cat really doesn’t wanna make it easy to typaq32
  • whoa luci whatcha DOIN
  • “it’s your funeral” um? seriously what’s he doing? i’m assuming he’s making bad life choices
  • the little shake in chloe’s voice i’m GONE
  • “two weeks i’m over it” it’s been two months for me and i’m NOT
  • oh boy amenadiel lurkin again 
  • what kinda bad name is heavy woolies i 
  • CHLOE GO OFF!!!!!!!!!
  • here comes candy and i already love her
  • i’m sad about chloe’s face believe me but i’m already in love with candy
  • “disappeared after i almost died then waltzed back in married to a stripper?” yea it does sound bad
  • “this isn’t about vacation hours lucifer this isn’t about time cards this is about…” US “lucifer how could you i thought we were friends”
  • lucifer you done MESSED UP BIG TIME
  • i’m mad at him
  • even dan has the upper hand here
  • “that’s classy dude real classy” “…thank you?”
  • oh poor courtney i don’t know her but she pretty so i love her
  • plus she’s the first suspect so she can’t be guilty lmao
  • “i completely understand” OH BOY I WONDER WHO SHE’S TALKING ABOUT
  • “ouch shade i wouldn’t take it personally” “yeah it’s not me he’s talking about” oh lucifer
  • where’s maze i miss her already
  • i want ella/lucifer reunion STAT
  • my cat and i are just holdin hands and its so nice
  • omg there are so many pictures of them
  • manip chloe they’re both blonde itll work
  • we already KNOW they’re not actually in love duh
  • candy is so SMART ALREADY I LOVE
  • “i’m super good with faces… and other things” ooh i love her
  • elton tom…. i’m crying
  • omg of COURSE chloe likes 90s music
  • nooooo their partnership is so beautiful tho
  • “you can’t just grab what you want when you want” chloe has a habit of saying what she doesn’t mean when she wants to say what she does
  • f uck lucifer and chloe both look so devastated i hate myself i miss hiatus
  • “i know you’ve been through hell, i suppose we can discuss that another time” 
  • oh candy’s there
  • linda looks shook
  • i feel you linda
  • “he’s a thinker this one” i love you candy
  • you’ve ZAGGED candy …. wow
  • “i tried to leave but i just felt that i missed…” CHLOE “my work” HE MEANS CHLOE
  • wait i wanna see what she can do
  • did he just feed her
  • look when chloe and lucifer work their shit out candy and lucifer are gonna be THE BEST brotp mark my words and pull out the receipts when it happens
  • dan/lucifer is so nice actually
  • “stripper is pejorative”
  • maze is eyeing up candy hard i ship them so much already WHERE IS THE FAN ART
  • oh boy lucifer has foot in mouth disease pretty bad doesn’t he 
  • he said privacy so british like
  • omg charlotte’s eyes are FLASHING
  • “i should start using sunscreen” i love her
  • “well i think she’s perfect for lucifer” whoa… that was a multi layered insult
  • maze throws dishes away instead of washing them…. i relate
  • maze is so wise i love her
  • maze should be the mediator
  • ooh chloe has idea bulbs
  • i’m convinced candy is smarter than she looks btw
  • oh my god chloe as candy is so fun lauren must have had a good time
  • so she’s basically just talking about her issues with him but as candy
  • oh god i hear the hitch in chloe’s voice
  • oh is this guy part of the case i forgot
  • i would say yes to chloe decker too
  • lucifer jsut blew the cover i’m laughing
  • ah his superpower i msised it
  • remember that guy who literally said he wanted a cat sanctuary? i loved that guy. where is he. come back. be my pal.
  • “candy needs you more than i do.” pretty sure that gal can handle herself. just an inkling.
  • “anything about matricide?” wow charlotte doesn’t cut corners does she
  • i’d go to her juice bar
  • “she may be the most formidable foe i’ve ever faced” nice at least charlotte recognizes greatness
  • lucifer IS a deeply damaged soul that’s what you’ve DONE to him
  • i still love her though
  • don’t cry charlotte i still love you
  • “YES I KNEW YOU GUYS WOULD PATCH THINGS UP” ok so ella is STILL the biggest deckerstar shipper ever
  • omg ella is figuring stuff out i’m so proud of her
  • chloe looks SHOOK
  • i’m shook too
  • everyone’s looking so dreamily at him i love it
  • she’s smiling!!!!!!
  • is she??
  • i can’t see but i hope so
  • SHE IS
  • okay but he’s literally singing a love song there’s no pretending
  • oh that was smart
  • i wanna hear the rest of that song
  • “which makes me very happy because i was getting very uncomfortable” lmao i love ella
  • no this episode was going so GOOd leave the angst OUT OF IT
  • wait so candy is just a shield? i don’t buy it
  • see charlotte is wonderful
  • i love every woman on this show
  • “I’M LEGAL WOOOOO” im crying hes so funny
  • of course it was a man
  • jesus of course he’s getting strangled
  • you DUMMY
  • of course he shot the guy she LOVES lucifer
  • “actually i was aiming for you” that little laugh he gives its so cute bc he knows she doesn’t mean it
  • “working with you means so much to him” CUTE “dude’s totally messed up”
  • okay so i guess she’s reconciled herself with it that’s nice we have more room for a story lines
  • “i’ll start by saying i do not forgive you” imagine being so petty
  • lucifer won’t go home bc chloe is his home
  • “the oscar goes to candy morningstar” KNEW IT
  • i don’t want her to leave though
  • i love her so much
  • “i wouldn’t screw that one up” too LATE
  • “trying not to” HE JSAO3
  • i can’t i’m crying that was beautiful i missed this show

anonymous asked:

"Harry stop!! I think I'm having the baby"

The picture has zero to do with this blurb really. It just made me think of the attitude that Harry and the missus might playfully have with each other.


The belly has been getting in the way recently.

She doesn’t realise how much it protrudes from her body; knocking her in to the sides in the kitchen, thinking she can still fit through the tiny gap between her and the car next to them in the car park, forgetting that she can’t cuddle up to Harry at night so much these days.

Not with the baby boy nestled safely inside.

Harry’s missing the touch as well. Everyone forgot to tell him that it’s not just the six weeks after babies are born that are sexless; people neglected to mention that the last few weeks of his girl’s pregnancy would be so uncomfortable for her and so draining that she’d struggle with almost every position, if they got that far without her falling asleep on him.

Neither of them had thought this through. 

Domestic bliss was a hormonal, angst-filled war zone with sexual frustration and midnight cravings causing more arguments in nine months than they’d had in four years. Muttered words in the silence, rolling of the eyes disguising their sighs of annoyance at each other.

He knew it wasn’t her fault and she didn’t mean to get angry at him, but that didn’t stop words slipping out of their mouths at each other; words they never meant and would never say to if it was just the two of them. The little mister clearly just wanted to start his life as he probably meant to go on when he was born; with trouble.

That’s not to say the raging hormones weren’t sometimes welcome. She was always brushing her fingers across his skin, touching her hands on his back whenever she walked past. He hadn’t missed the way she looked at him when he came downstairs in the morning (she’d been waking up hours before him in recent weeks) dressed in just his boxers, his bare skin and tattoos on show. She would graze her eyes over him, trying to be discreet, desire evident and the tension clear. Harry would simply smirk his way through his morning coffee, revelling in her gaze.

He had a plan tonight though. A romantic, candlelit dinner, aware that any evening together might be their last as just the two of them, less any alcohol for either of them, not when he might have to drive to the hospital at any moment, and her favourite dessert of French silk pie.

She devoured his cooking skills, taking up his offer of seconds because “the little one just needed a little more” and reminding Harry that she couldn’t load the dishwasher because the bump was in the way.


He now had her where he’d been needing her for so long. He just wanted to feel her close, have his hands roam across her body. Not content with finding a comfortable place on the sofa, they took refuge on the brown leather bean bag from his office, Harry throwing himself down on it and pulling her to sit next to him, her legs swinging across his, and her arms cuddled around his neck.


Soft and slow but needy and lustful.

They’d been craving closeness.

He swears he feels a tear run down her check at one point but leaves out the need to tell her. It’ll only make her cry more.

They go on with their bean bag kisses for what feels like an age. His hands cupping her face and her fingers tracing, blindly, across his arm full of tattoos.
Until she feels a pop, and Harry…well, he hears the pop instead.

“What was tha’, love?” He breaks away from their kiss. “Did you just let rip on me again?” He reminds himself of a moment a few weeks ago. Embarrassing for her. Hilarious for him.

“No…I think…no it’s ok, it’s all fine.”

Harry dives back in for his afters, relishing in the feeling of her lips on his, his tongue eagerly exploring her mouth for the millionth time.

She feels something wet though. And he feels it too, creeping on to his jeans, and down in to the small gaps that are left between them. It makes him giggle more than anything. He knows what it is and he knows what’s coming, and he’s excited for it, but he wants to prolong their life as just the two of them for as long as possible, even if it’s only for just a few more hours.

But she pushes him away with a wide-eyed look of shock on her face. “Harry, stop! I think I’m having the baby…”

so i wrote my reply to that thing while laying in bed the other night, jsyk. im now on my computer so here comes the chatter about SIGYN and Angrboda and mothers and wives and first wives and second wives and everything in between.

things to consider:

1. the pure LACK of solid, 1000 percent “this is exactly how they said these figures were” evidence for either goddess.
2. the small amount of what we know being told through various translations by various people with various biases and cultural norms that might be reflected in their work (the big one: snorri mcchristian u dig?)
3. that a lot of what i am about to say is wholly MY UPG but it is based on my belief that gods are bigger than the boxes we put them in.

So the person either changed their post or deactivated but they wrote:

“ I would rather be like Angerboda than Sigyn.  I want passion, and justice, and emotion to keep me with my love.  Not duty.  Mistresses are remembered by history, not the wives. “

which, ok, feel free to totally dig a few things: not being married! having passion and justice and emotion!

feel free to NOT dig these things: the really grossly misogynistic idea that a woman who’s (limited and not fully fleshed out/discovered) story revolves around the act of physically kneeling forever at her husband’s side to protect him from dripping venom… is in fact ALL ABOUT HIM and has nothing more to do with anything else at all. like way to put sigyn in the smallest fucking box possible my dude.

let’s have some fun thinking about the mindset of sigyn falling to her knees.

firstly, sigyn herself is hardly spoken of heavily enough to say for sure what she is the goddess OF besides being a LOYAL wife because she sticks with loki through his torture, DESPITE him being the root cause of their own children’s death. the assumption here is an easy one to make, sure. most people would at first glance say “wow, this woman is devoted to her husband.”

except she’s not listed in kennings about loki in ways that would make you think she’s happy with him about this. he is called the BURDEN of her arms, and simply “husband of sigyn” and “galdr’s hapt”. the last bit, i’ll be HONEST AS FUCK… the theories about this i can find are still people’s upg for the most part. but sure, let’s say this assumes sigyn has some magical power related to binding or warding.. this further opens up a lot of ideas about her that are easily tied to loki only OR….

you might think of something BIGGER than that tiny box of a story.

if sigyn is a magician she is more than likely, as with most female magicians, using a form of magic that connects heavily with being a seer. a wild god like loki married to someone calm, collected, and consistently the weight on his chain is a pretty obvious trope to go for here. it’s what most people would want to assume but what if sigyn wasn’t these things?

what if she was just as wild? just as OTHER? a volva who traveled as much as volva were known to do? someone who, like other goddesses with the gift of seidr (whether taught to her or learned by nurture/nature if she was a fertility vanir), knew of ragnarok?

and knew that one day her sons would die.

and one day her husband would lead the final battle against the gods.

and one day everything would END.

what would YOU do if you were this woman? bend a knee to protect your husband? or are you bending a knee to let the cycle play out a little longer because you also know the more the venom drips the more loki shakes the quicker he escapes.

the quicker comes final death and rebirth and you KNOW cycles, you are a woman who has been through them before as all women have before you. you are intimate with the idea of seasons and a time for everything, even death.

so no, i don’t think sigyn is LOYAL and CONSISTENT when it comes to LOKI. I think she loves him and that includes all the chaos in him too but she is loyal to the way things must pass, to how all things must end, to how sometimes a wildfire must purge the brush before a forest can grow healthy and strong once more.

and saying she’s only loki’s wife and that’s just her story just feels narrow minded to me.

not to mention pitting her against boda feels even more gross because if anything, if sigyn IS other then she likely accepts that loki has had his fill of others. i don’t see people putting frigga in the same place against all the lovers odin has ever had, why sigyn against boda?

ALSO, the coolest fucking post i have ever seen from an excellent source on language is this one, talking about the possibilities of sigyn’s name being something BESIDES victory girlfriend. rope joy? ROPE JOY? a goddess who finds she may be filled with sorrow and anguish for having to play the part she does, for having to give up sons for the greater cycle of things, but who loves and embraces the binding nature of these things??????

anyway remember: this is a LOT of UPG but god, how can we really put her into such a small box when there is so much room out there for her mystery to bloom?

edit to add: yes this does mean i’m way irked by every single version of sigyn dreamt of making her soft and kind and full of mercy, as if she does everything she does for a MAN. this doesn’t mean she can’t HAVE those traits but it does mean that as a woman who lost TWO children and went to her knees to “protect” the man who’s fault that was… you gotta be shitting me if you god damn think her love for loki is so pure and perfect that she does that for HIM and not for some cosmic and bigger picture.

so many of you guys claim she is a strong brave goddess and then make her out to be weak in such a way that makes me want to scream. if she is strong it’s because she’s willing to stay there and willing to put off her own possible death and the end of all things, including her grief, for the sake of others… all nine realms worth of people. i love loki and sigyn as a pair as much as the next person but fuck THAT noise right there.

Ok let me say again how much I am LOVING Dua Lipa. Not only did she flat out deny that she and Harry are anything more than friends (she didn’t try to play coy and be annoying like many other girls do) she also made sure to say that she is in a happy relationship. Which just shuts down the entire discussion altogether. Suck it Dan Wootton, you piece of shit. 

Just some thoughts about last episode of TO.

We started this season with Hayley saying “Everything I do is for her”

And well… Apparently not. 

The writers are so focus on what they want that they ruined something so important: Hope’s life.

They always say family above all. Ok. Mikaelson? Ok. But Hayley and Klaus are Hope’s family. i can understand Klaus has more chances than Elijah still… I didn’t like this sacrifice-storyline so much. So Hope’s family isn’t important as the Mikaelson’s. Hayley wanted for her a beautiful and better life than hers and she is willing to leave her without Klaus??? AGAIN? What about Hope? Hasn’t she lost enough time without her daddy who loves her above anything in the world?

Seriously sometimes it seems to me Haylijah above all. And it’s not about the ship and this is not hate it’s just a fact. Elijah does something wrong well Hayley kisses him, Elijah kills Marcel who cares let’’s forgive him and give him a kiss. Elijah kills kids? Let’s put down Klaus so Elijah can live, he deserve it more than Klaus??seriously? He has a child!! please!

Zero sense. I thought Hayley changed in the years of screen Apparently I was wrong. And I’m sorry I love Hayley but she didn’t act like a mother. 

I loved Klaus. He is such a broken soul and yet he loves people so deeply in a way nor Hayley or Elijah will never understand. I’m sure Klaus will never let his child grow up without a mother unfortunaly I can’t say the opposite about Hayley.

I believe Klaus loves Hayley more than she deserves. 

I’m not mad just sad. Because nothing made sens. Let’s see what they worte for the rest of the season but this was a huge NO.

I used to love Elijah now to me…he has no reason to stay in this show. The writers ruined him, and Hayley is on her was to be the next with this storyline.

I’m not mad, just sad. And I’m not sending hate, it’s just make no sense for me like the way Elijah fell in love with Hayley. I will never understand why the writers needed this. We surely didn’t need this.

i say it a lot but i really don’t know how to describe hayley and taylor’s friendship…. like it’s so much deeper than a friendship, like out of everyone they just like don’t seem to break??? they’ve probs had moments where they’ve disagreed but it’s like they literally have some unbreakable bond which isn’t usually something you have with someone who is just a casual friend/best friend.

basically it’s a platonic relationship. a relationship without the romance/sexual thoughts and actions. i mean it’s not hard to notice how intimate they are with each other, and how they’ll literally gush about each other to no end, and that time taylor kissed her cheek, how they’re like always hugging or being playful and many other things. it’s platonic intimacy (well it can just be labelled as intimacy since it’s not reserved just for romance) and it’s real nice to see tbh, and how they aren’t afraid to show it either considering how the media and society will judge it.

their relationship is just really nice and refreshing and such a healthy thing and i love it more than anything

Whamilton Fic Recs

So, I’ve learned that the Whamilton corner of the Hamilton fandom is small but mighty. I’ve only been active in it for maybe a month now (been reading fic since last year) and have overall really enjoyed engaging with all of you. One thing I haven’t really done yet, though, is recommend a few things *I’ve* been reading. 

I’m going to try and tag some of you if I have your tumblr url but otherwise - just bear with me here. If I leave you off it’s 100% not a slight, it’s just because I’m an idiot. Honestly, going through the ao3 tags made me realize I still have SO MUCH to go through. OK here we go. In no particular order.

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“The Breakup” Stefan Salvatore

“That film was truly awful.”

“Stefan Salvatore, you just experienced coloured film for the first time and all you can say was that it was awful?” *yn* grinned as the two  walked down the bustling street and away from the cinema.

“Yes because whilst it was an experience it was definitely not worth the 25 cents I had to pay.” Stefan explained causing *yn* to roll her eyes.

“You are lucky I am so in love with you Stefan Salvatore, I don’t think many other women would be able to put up with your ability to constantly whine about everything.”

“Hey I do not whine about everything!” Stefan whines further proving *yn*’s point causing her to giggle.

“It’s ok, I think it’s cute.” *yn* smirked causing Stefan to smile softly, he wished more than anything that he could kiss her right now but that was incredibly frowned upon.

All Stefan could do was hold out his arm and allow *yn* to link there arms together as they neared their shared apartment which was only a short walk from the cinema.

Stefan had hoped that by the 1940s things would have changed but living with a person of the opposite gender before matrimony was still deemed not appropriate. Luckily he was a vampire and was able to compel everyone in their apartment block to not take any notice of them.

Just as they were about to enter *yn* spotted a group of young women walking on the opposite side of the road. She rolled her eyes when they giggled and gawked over Stefan.

“Honestly you’d think they had never seen a man in their life.” *yn* snapped as the two of them walked into the apartment building.

“*yn* *yln* are you jealous?” Stefan smirked in amusement.

“Of course not, I just think they need to learn to control their urges. Just because more than half of the male population has gone to fight in the war does not give them the right to disrespect a woman lucky enough to have a partner.” *yn* argued folding her arms over her chest.

“I could always go over and fight, that way you wouldn’t have to worry about that.” Stefan suggested as the two stepped out of the elevator and onto their floor.

“Don’t even joke about that Stefan.” *yn* huffed.

“You know I would come back though.” Stefan said in confusion.

“Stefan I know that it’s just, I know you. I know you wouldn’t be able to control yourself with all the blood around you. Think about the hundreds of injured soldiers Stefan. It’d send you off the deep end. And Lexi told me how long it took for you to get back to being in control last time. “ *yn* explained quietly as she opened up the front door to their small flat.

Stefan’s face fell. He knew *yn* was right but he didn’t want her to be. He hated being reminded of what he was. A killer. He didn’t deserve someone like her. Yet he was selfish enough to stick around.

*yn* sent him a soft smile placing a gentle kiss on his lips before shrugging off her coat. She kicked off her heels and went towards the small radio placed on the dining table.

“It is confirmed that Adolf Hitler has taken control of even more land, continuing his mission to kill all-”

*yn* frowned changing the station immediately. She couldn’t bare to hear what was happening in this world. She fiddled with the knob as the transmission crackled until she came across a song she liked.

*yn* smiled softly as she swayed to the jazz beat. She glanced over at Stefan to see him watching her.

She sent him a cheeky smile before walking over to him.

“Dance with me.” *yn* whispered and he chuckled as she dragged him into the middle of the living room. “Anything for my girl.” He whispered causing her to blush.

Soon they were twirling and dancing and laughing. Stefan watched her in awe, as she smiled and danced around the room. He was totally in love with her, she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. And that was when he realised, he wanted to be with her forever.

“Come on why aren’t you dancing!” *yn* laughed when she noticed Stefan standing still and staring at her.

“Stefan what is it?” She repeated in concern when he didn’t answer her.

As she walked towards him the song finished and the room faded into silence.

“I want to turn you.” Stefan suddenly spoke.

“W-what?” *yn* stuttered.

“*yn* I love you more than anything in this world. I want to be with you forever. Think about it, you won’t grow old and we can travel wherever you want to go without worrying about getting sick or injured. Please.” He begged and her eyes widened at his requested.

*yn* took a deep breath as she studied his face which held a look of desperation.

“Stefan I love you.” *yn* spoke quietly and his face lit up.

“My answer is… no.”


The steady sound of the heart monitor rang out through the small hospital room. The curtains were drawn and the door was shut causing a musty oder from the stale recycled air to drift around the room. Every so often a rasping breath would emit from the occupant and fill up the room. Flowers were placed on the bedside table, so long forgotten that they wilted miserably in the vase.

The frail woman lying on the hospital bed was still. Not dead yet, but close to it. Her old heart was barely beating in her rib cage and she knew her time was nearing.

The door creaked open and she shifted her head very slightly as to much movement would cause pain. Visiting hours were over long ago so she wasn’t expecting anyone. A barely there smile graced her wrinkled face when she saw who it was and if she could muster up the energy to cry, she would have.

“You haven’t aged a day.” *yn* croaked out.

“Well I would say the same to you but…” Stefan said softly causing a choked out giggle to erupt from her mouth.

“Still as cheeky as ever I see Mr Salvatore.” *yn* replied as Stefan came to sit next to her. He smiled, he was happy to see she still had that humour left in her.

“I can’t believe you are here.” *yn* whispered before launching into a coughing fit. “Here.” Stefan murmured as he grabbed a glass of water from the side table. He held it to her lips and gently tilted it back and allowed the clear liquid to slide to the back of her throat.

“Thank you, it is moments like this that make me regret not saying yes to your proposal.” *yn* admitted as she became aware of her bones aching in her body.

“Don’t say that, you married a beautiful husband who loved you and you have a beautiful family.” Stefan whispered as he picked up a family photo of *yn* and her whole family including your children and grandchildren. *yn* smiled sadly as she held the photo with shaking hands.

“I miss Robert.” *yn* said sadly as she traced her finger over the photo of her dead husband. Stefan looked down at the ground sadly as he tried to fight back the tears threatening to spill over.

He placed his hand over the top of hers, squeezing it tightly.

“You’re family is beautiful. They are all waiting out there you know, your children, grandchildren and I think I even saw one great grandchild.” Stefan comforted and *yn*’s eyes lit up at the mention of her family.

“Sophia, she is only two but I heard that she’ll be given a brother very soon.” *yn* explained happily.

The two of them sit in silence as she studied Stefan’s face.

“How is Damon are you two finally getting along, and how is Lexi?” *yn* asked and Stefan’s face faltered. He could not bare to tell her that he still hated Damon with a passion and that Damon killed his best friend.

“Yes I am finally getting along with Damon, and Lexi is great, she’s happy and in love.” Stefan lied and she smiled happily. “I’m glad.”

“So, have you found a girl?” *yn* questioned and Stefan chuckled before nodding. “Her name’s Elena.”

“Elena. Pretty name and I’m sure it’s for a very pretty girl.” *yn* smiled and he nodded causing her to smile even wider. She was so happy that Stefan had moved on and she could tell by his face that he was truly in love with this Elena girl.

“She is beautiful and funny and kind, but not as perfect as you.” Stefan smiled and *yn*’s lip trembled as her eyes watered.

“T-thank you for coming.”

“Of course, I had to come see my girl.” Stefan whispered and with that tears began to stream down *yn*’s face at the familiar nickname.

Stefan watched her as her face contorted into confusion when she looked at him again, this time her eyes were not calm, they were wild and distraught.

“S-Stefan you’re alive.” She choked out as she began to sob. “Of course I am, I’m a vampire remember.” He said calmly and she shook her head as her heart monitor started to beat faster.

“It’s been so long, so long.” She sobbed.

“I know.” He whispered softly, squeezing her hand as he began to cry.

“I don’t want to die like this Stefan, in this cramped and dark hospital room, with none of my family, with all these regrets of what I could have done if I had chosen to be with you. I don’t want this.” She begged as she sobbed violently.

Stefan was crying now as he cupped her cheek gently and stared into her familiar eyes. He didn’t want to do this but watching her suffer was to hard for him.

“You aren’t going to remember me. As far as you remember you had a great childhood and when you went to college you met your husband to be Robert. He followed you around a lot and annoyed you, but secretly you found it cute.” Stefan whispered sadly.

“You had no problems with boys or vampires, Robert was your one and only and you were happy with that because you loved him more than anything. And you miss him now yes, but you know you are going to see him again soon. You’ve spent you’re last days in the fields near our- your old apartment, just gazing at the cute little stream that was home to little ducklings in the spring. And now, you are ready. You have no regrets, you do not feel pain. You are going to be surrounded by the ones you love and they are going to be with you until your last breath. You are ok with dying, you are ready.” Stefan sobbed.

“Goodbye *yn*, I will always love you.” He whispered placing a soft kiss on her forehead. He glanced down at her bedside table and snatched something from it before speeding out as the heart monitor started to speed up.

*yn* blinked and gasped as she came out of the trance, looking around the room in confusion. Not sure what had just happened.

Stefan watched as a nurse was called and *yn*’s family sprinted into her room. He squeezed his eyes shut as he heard the heart monitor going haywire and the hushed comforting words of her family. He nearly collapsed when the heart monitor finally came to an abrupt silent stop and the sobs of *yn*’s family started.

He glanced down at the crumpled black and white photo of him and *yn* in his hand. Stefan held it tightly as his tears blotted the photograph of him kissing her cheek.

He shook as he stared at the closed hospital door one more time knowing she was gone for good.

“Goodbye, my love.”

Originally posted by bloodlustnlove

Green Eyes and Past Tense

Annabeth walked through the halls toward the auditorium of Goode High School, almost shaking with nervous excitement. She hadn’t been back here in years. She already knew from (admittedly too much) Facebook stalking that she was one of the more successful people coming back 10 years later. She wasn’t really worried of how people would react to her high place in one of Manhattan’s most prestigious architecture firms as she walked through the auditorium doors. God, it felt just like yesterday she’d walked through these very same doors for freshman orientation. That had been a wild day, ending with a boy with black hair and green eyes, the most beautiful green eyes, pulling the fire alarm as a dare. Annabeth had seen him, and being the goody-goody she was, threatened to tell the teachers. Those gorgeous green eyes had won her over, and from that moment on, she was his accomplice. His name was Percy. Percy Jackson. Truthfully, he was a really good kid, and he never pulled stupid pranks like that. That was his exception, he had said. He was trying to impress the cute blonde girl with a serious RBF. 

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Another woman tries to kiss ash at a bar

    Ashlyn was at one of her favorite bars in Orlando. Ali had stayed at home because she promised to facetime Kyle and those conversations were never short. Ali insisted that Ashlyn go without her and spend some time with her friends. It wasn’t very crowded which was perfect for Ashlyn. She was able to relax without having to worry about drunk fans clammering to her all night. She loved meeting her fans and taking pictures but a bar wasn’t always the best setting to do that.

    When Ashlyn and her friends decided that it was time to eat, they found a table on the edge of the bar and waited to order. Their waitress came over and took all of their order and refilled their drinks and she made sure to pay extra close attention to Ashlyn. Of course, Ashlyn didn’t notice but everyone else at the table did.

    Chris, Ashlyn’s brother, leaned over and said, “That waitress is all over you.”

    Ashlyn just shrugged and said, “Well, she’s barking up the wrong tree.”

    The waitress made her way back over the table a few minutes later and asked them if they needed anything else while they waited for their food. She was posing the question to the entire table, but she only looked at Ashlyn. Ashlyn politely declined and the waitress made her way back to the bar.

    It didn’t take long for everyone to finish their food. They all got up and went to dance for a little bit. The waitress from before made her way up to Ashlyn.

    “Hi, I’m Abby. Save me a dance? I’ll be off in a few minutes.”

    Ashlyn smiled. “Sorry, Abby. I actually just came here to hang with some friends. Maybe next time though.”

    Abby ran her hand up Ashlyn’s bicep. “Just one dance, sweetie. Then you can go back to your friends.”

    Ashlyn didn’t see anything wrong with just one dance. She knew that she was capable of keeping things friendly and respectable, but she questioned weather Abby had that same skill based on what Chris had told her.

    As they were dancing, Abby kept trying to work her way closer to Ashlyn and Ashlyn kept backing up. When she tried to wrap her arms around Ashlyn, Ashlyn gently grabbed her hands and moved them off of her. “Don’t tell me you aren’t into girls?” Abby asked after the third time that Ashlyn moved her hands away from her.

    “Oh, I am very much into girls.” Ashlyn said with a smirk and Abby took this as an invitation to move closer yet again. “Especially the girl I have waiting for me at home.”

    Abby chuckled and said, “Well, I’m sure your girl won’t miss you if you stay for another dance.”

    Chris was talking to some of the guys that came along with them when she noticed this girl hitting on Ashlyn. Chris knew that Ashlyn would never fool around on Ali but he couldn’t help but go into protective big brother mode when he saw that this girl wasnt leaving his baby sister alone. It wasn’t until Chris saw her lean in and place a kiss square on Ashlyn’s lips that he decided it was time to step in. Ashlyn immediately grabbed her shoulders and shoved her back.

    When Chris arrived, he stood in between Ashlyn and Abby. Ashlyn moved around him and said, “I said I’d stay for one dance and I meant it. What kind of person get’s a thrill from repeatedly making moves on a woman that already said she was taken? And more importantly, what kind of person doesn’t accept that and tries to kiss them anyway?” The rest of their group had made their way over when they saw the commotion. Chris could tell that Ashlyn was getting heated so he grabbed her arm and pulled her back, gently.

    “It’s time to go. Guys, we’ll see you later. I’m gonna call an Uber wait outside with Ashlyn.”

Ashlyn had gone from amd to terrified in a matter of seconds. She was pacing back and forth on the sidewalk behind the bar and Chris was just watching her and listening to her rant.

“Chris, what am I going to do? I kissed another girl. A girl that isnt Ali. But it wasn’t my fault. What if Ali  leaves me? What if she thinks that I cheated on her? I would never do that, Chris. I feel terrible. I ruined everything. I have to tell Ali but what if I break her heart? Chris! What if Ali cries? I can’t stand it if she cries and what if she cries and I’m the reason that she cries? This is such a mess. I can’t beli-”

“Ashlyn! Calm down!”

She stopped pacing and looked at Chris. “Just tell Ali what happened. She will understand. You didn’t kiss that girl back and you told her multiple times that you only wanted one dance as friends. You made it clear that you weren’t interested. This is her fault, not yours.”

“Thanks, Chris.”

Ashlyn’s Uber arrived and she gave the driver her address.

When Ashlyn walked inside, she saw Ali cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie on Netflix. “Hey, Ash! How was the bar? How is Chris doing?”

Before Ashlyn could respond, she broke down and started crying.

Ali flew off the couch and wrapped her arms around Ashlyn. “I didn’t kiss her, I swear.” Ashlyn spoke through her sobs.

“Ash, please calm down.” Ali rubbed her back and held her tight until her crying had slowed.

Ashlyn spoke again. “I promise, Ali. I told her I was taken and that I only was staying with her for one dance but she kissed me and I pushed her off and Chris came over and I told her that I meant it when I said I was coming home to someone and she wouldn’t take no for an answer and she kept trying to get closer to me and everytime I ived her hands she tried to wrap her arms around me again but I didn’t do anything I promise. I would never do that to you, I love you more than anythi-”

Ashlyn’s rant was cut off by Ali’s lips on hers.

When they finally broke apart, Ali said, “Ashlyn, I believe you. I know you would never kiss another girl.”

“So you’re not mad?” Ashlyn asked in a timid voice.

Ali wrapped her arms around Ashlyn’s waist and pulled her closer. “Don’t get me wrong. I am furious that that girl kissed you and I am even more mad that she kept touching you without your permission. That is never ok. As long as you are ok, I am fine. I trust you, baby and I know that none of this was your fault. I am glad that Chris was there to watch out for you too.”

Ashlyn hugged Ali impossible closer. “Thank you, Al. I am so sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, Ash. You did nothing wrong.”

Ali pulled Ashlyn over to the couch and they curled up underneath the blanket together. All of the guilt that Ashlyn felt had disappeared after she talked to Ali. For the rest of the movie, Ali absentmindedly ran her fingers through Ashlyn’s hair but her mind was on the girl from the bar. The number one item on Ali’s to do list was to head to that bar tomorrow when Ashlyn was at her GK meeting and make sure that Abby knew that Ashlyn was off limits. If Ali had it her way, Abby wouldn’t have a job when she was finished with her. Ashlyn Harris belonged to her and only her. Ali didn’t care if the entire world knew. If that’s what it took to make sure that other women kept their hands off of Her Girl, then that is what she would do.

a selection of moments during mitski’s gig 2night when i teared up:
  • francis forever… bc it always makes me a bit teary and gay :””) yknow like um. ‘i look up at the gaps of sunlight / i miss u more than anything’ that part aahsjdfg
  • they played! the key change! in first love/late spring !! hjgfsdsghkj im a nerd but key changes just make me cry always lmao
  • i will… for like. the same reaosns as francis forever lmao it’s just i love that song yknow?
  • drunk walk home. ok let’s talk abt this ok yknow how she screams on the track? i didnt think she’d do that live but she did it and oh my god oh my god i love her and it was So Much yknow? that was the first time the tears left my eyes. that was the defining moment of the gig tbh
  • last words of a shooting star is like, same content point of ff/i will + same captivating performance as drunk walk home ie everyone stopped moving, tapping feet bobbing heads whatever, n we were all just staring at her. for both those songs
  • and finally…. oh my god. oh my god she did class of 2013 as the encore?? i was not expecting it n like. ahhhhh and she did that thing! where she holds the guitar right up 2 her face like in the npr tiny desk concert which ive watched god knows how many times but this!! was real!!!! it was live!!!! holy ufck i can’t believe i saw that yknow? so i was holding back sobs bc that wouldve been embarrassing ig but i was That emotional. oh my god it was incredible and i love live music

I swear to my 6 formas Dex Sybaris! I by my pride of using the Sybaris before it became a trend weapon!
I was just making this, and writing something to go with it, I ended up writing a short story with at least three parts and possibly an idea for a full comic starring the four: Sharpshooter Jack Savage, Badass Cop Bun Judy Hopps, Designated Marksman Nick Wilde and Medic/Mechanic Hybrid Skye.
It was supposed to be a small piece, I swear! I don’t know why it turned out this way.

Horrible writings incoming
-Aquila Silverwings-🦅

Jack’s team post joint-ops

The mission was long and everyone had a rough time but it was a huge success. Jack’s team parted with Nick and Judy to turn in their reports, and it sure is a boring process that she will either make him do it for her or turn it in a week later. Of course she’s too much of a valuable asset to get kicked out and she knew that and a certain lapin would not mind to do it for her no matter how much of a trouble maker she can be. After all, Jack can’t live without her, literally and figuratively, not only she patched him up in several tough missions with wounds that could have cost him his life but also when she’s around, the stress of the job is nowhere to be found. They knew there’s something between them but will it be something more or just simple partnership? The silence was broken when he heard Skye:

“Commander Savage! Commander Savage!!! Look at Wilde and Hopps over there!!”

With the excitement in her voice, he knew it would either be something interesting or something that will bug him for the rest of their “business trip” to Zootopia. Turning his gaze to the direction of whatever made her eyes all starry and wagging that tail of her like that one time he gave her chocolate on Valentine’s day, Jack found a red fox embracing his bunny partner with one arm, and seems to be shushing Chief Bogo with the other. He knew the fox is very cunning and capable of handling himself but this? Shushing his own boss for his significant other? Jack could do that himself if that was his artic fox partner but doubtful that their superiors would be as understanding as the Police Chief. A what seems to be fan-girling voice broke his trance of thought:

“Shushing his own boss! Oh My! They are adorable and so romantic! Partners dating! I wish you are half as romantic as them Commander Savage!”

The arctic vixen seems to be aware of her own words, unfazed, but it raises a question that they asked themselves several time: “We understand each other and cleared the misunderstanding, but is he/she ready to take it to the next step?”

In a monotone voice, Jack dodged the topic with uncertainty in his own mind:
“Uh huh! Sorry for not being romantic!”
As his thought drifted back to the trip on the way back from the island, to the discussion he had with Nick, to the conversation he had with her on the boat. Scrolling the phone to read Nick’s instructions while enjoying his coffee - the only thing ZPD has to offer on the field - Jack’s lost in thought again before turning to his colleague, no, his friend:
“You know, you don’t have to call me Commander Savage all the time. You are my friend, so you can call me Jack if you want. I… uh… like it better.”

“Hmmm??? Did I hear that right?? Can you repeat that?” - the playful vixen wouldn’t let him go with this, it’s too good of an opportunity to tease him. “Commander?”

“Geeez! You don’t have to emphasize Commander! I like it better when you call me by my name! Ok?”

Just being able to see the high and mighty Jack Savage turning red is good enough for her. It’s better than anything she could have asked for, it feels as good as when they had that heart to heart conversation on from the returning trip. She just look at him with a genuine smile, a smile that he himself would love to see and treasure forever:
“Okay, Jackie! I’ll call you by your name from now on!”

Her smile was more than enough to make his heart jump out of his chest, it was warm and gentle, a smile that he would love to see every day from now and till the end of time. She is the reason why he look forward to the date so much, a date that could be a disaster if not for the help of his unexpected allies, another dynamic duo, just like his, a fox and a rabbit teamed up with each other. Jack is quite happy that there are two mammals in a crazy city, solving crazy unthinkable stuffs, accomplishing amazing feats and most of all, they understand him and his partner more than others. With his mind made up, he turn to the vixen once again, asking the question that lingers at the back of his mind for too long:

“Hey, ehh, Skye! I know that we are staying in the same hotel. And… ehh… w… we kind of finished the operation early.. earlier than expected right?”

Upon saying this, he could have sworn the vixen’s eyes turned from starry night to the entire galaxy itself, jumping in place with excitement:
“You are right, we finished the operation early, which means we have tonight and the entire day of tomorrow to enjoy Zootopia!!”

“Yes.. yes.. of course!! Wait, did you just say we?”

“Indeed I did! Is there a problem Jackie? You have your own plans tomorrow? Or you prefer to spend time alone? I hope I’m not easing up your schedule.”

Seeing the sparks from Skye’s eyes fading away, looking down and seems to be snuffed out of all the excitement earlier, Jack almost panick at the sight of it, but he remembered what Nick told him, quickly get back on his feet, he tries to lighten up the mood of the vixen:
“Ah! No! Not at all! I don’t mind! I would love to spend some time exploring the city. It’s not like we get to visit it every day, right?”

“You do? I’m not messing up anything?”

“Yes, I absolutely do! And you are not messing up anything. I was about to ask you something. Are you free tonight? Do you have any plans?”

“Not at all, what’s on your mind? Hold on a second here, don’t tell me you are going to ask me what I think it is!”

“I have no idea what you are thinking! And would you like to join me for dinner tonight?”

“OH! MY! GOD!!! YES!!! I knew it! You were going to ask me that! I swear if Judy is not sleeping right now in Nick’s arms, I would go over there and tell her about this! I would love to Jackie! You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to ask me out!”

“You do? Is it ok if I pick you up at your room at 7? I think you could use some time to prepare so 7 seems reasonable, and I can finish the reports so we can enjoy the dinner with no worries!”

“Hmmm! 7 seems fine, I waited for 2 years, just 3 more hours is fine by me!……………Ohhh who am I kidding? Screw the reports, if you do it, it will be midnight when you are done! I’m getting my date tonight! Come on Jackie!”


Saving the girl I love and the world at the same time? Feels pretty right to me.

anonymous asked:

I honestly want touka to just like kiss his cheek or something ya know bcs I think that would kill me even more than a kiss on the lips OR A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD THAT'S MY KINK LMAO

Holy shit yes! Forehead kiss is my kink too lol I love forehead kisses. They’re so cute and romantic and just pure love~

I mean, I’m not opposed to sex and their conversations and also the last cover art of Touka are kinda hinting at it but I’d be so ok with… anything?
Be it a kiss (on the lips or wherever else), a hug or Kaneki blocking her advances. I’m already very happy with how they’re developing. They’re moving in the right direction. Together.
Kaneki could block the kiss and they can just continue their conversation where they left off or something and maybe they can snuggle a little since it’s cold out there.

I’m just so glad that after all the ups and downs, the conflicts between them and the hardships they had to face individually, they have now strengthened their bond and I hope they can always support each other even in their darkest times. They’ve both endured many losses but at least they still have each other.

No, seriously, Half-Blood Prince is a fucking joke!

It should be called “Harry Potter and his Huge Fucking Gay Crush on Draco Malfoy

Let’s set the scene: Harry sees Ginny kissing Dean and his “chest monster” goes batshit crazy because he supposedly has a huge crush on her and you think “Well, that’s it. He going to stop thinking about Malfoy all the time and will replace him with Ginny because that’s what having a HUGE CRUSH on someone does to you”.

And that night, he does think about her. Well, in fact, he thinks more about the fact Ron would probably kill him than actually about kissing her. But let’s check the canon so you won’t think I’m exaggerating:

Harry lay awake for a long time, looking up at the canopy of his four-poster and trying to convince himself that his feelings for Ginny were entirely older-brotherly. They had lived, had they not, like brother and sister all summer, playing Quidditch, teasing Ron and having a laugh about Bill and Phlegm? He had known Ginny for years now … it was natural that he should feel protective … natural that he should want to look out for her … want to rip Dean limb from limb for kissing her … no … he would have to control that particular brotherly feeling …

‘She’s Ron’s sister, Harry told himself firmly. Ron’s sister. She’s out of bounds. He would not risk his friendship with Ron for anything. He punched his pillow into a more comfortable shape and waited for sleep to come, trying his utmost not to allow his thoughts to stray anywhere near Ginny.

Oh Harry, you won’t even have to try that hard, believe me. 

In fact, he literally doesn’t think about her after that for days. What does he think about? Well, let’s just paste the quote because it’s fucking priceless:

Harry lay awake for a very long time in the darkness. He did not want to lose the upcoming match; not only was it his first as Captain, but he was determined to beat Draco Malfoy at Quidditch even if he could not yet prove his suspicions about him.

Oh boy. And you know what happens the first time Harry and Ginny interact after he found out he has a HUGE CRUSH on her? Again, I can’t write it better than JKR herself, so:

'Conditions look ideal,’ said Ginny, ignoring Ron. ‘And guess what? That Slytherin Chaser Vaisey – he took a Bludger in the head yesterday during their practice, and he’s too sore to play! And even better than that – Malfoy’s gone off sick too!’

‘What?’ said Harry, wheeling round to stare at her. ‘He’s ill? What’s wrong with him?’

‘No idea, but it’s great for us,’ said Ginny brightly. ‘They’re playing Harper instead; he’s in my year and he’s an idiot.’

Harry smiled vaguely back, but as he pulled on his scarlet robes his mind was far from Quidditch. Malfoy had once before claimed he could not play due to injury, but on that occasion he had made sure the whole match was rescheduled for a time that suited the Slytherins better. Why was he now happy to let a substitute go on? Was he really ill, or was he faking?

LOL HARRY SERIOUSLY? Your supposed crush, the love of your life, is standing next to you, talking to you, and your mind is like “Malfoy! Malfoy Malfoy MALFOY M a l f o y Malfoy”?

I mean, I’m not denying Harry had a crush on Ginny. He does think about her sometimes (not that often). It’s ok, I had a crush on like 5 different people in high school at the same time. But honestly? It’s not that all-consuming feeling you have when you have THE crush. 

That person you want more than anything, you know? When you feel like you want to see the person at all times. When you want to know what they’re doing. When you talk about them non-stop.

Oh, wait a second. Harry did have that. FOR DRACO SODDING MALFOY.

Game, set and match. Drarry is real, proof no. 593. Bye.