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I Won’t Say I’m In Love (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

A/N: I feel I went a little overboard with this one (excuse the terrible pirate pun - I couldn’t help myself) but I hope you enjoy it anyway xxx
Words: 5138
Requested: Yes!
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst
Could you do Harry X Daughter of Hades reader with her attitude more like Meg (NOT related to her, like how Jay acts more like Aladdin) I can’t stop thinking about the song I won’t say (I’m in love).
I kind of took the song idea and ran with it soooo…

If there was a prize for rotten judgement, you had already won it. Every person that you were drawn was inherently bad, not in the sense that they were a villain like you, but in the aspect that they wanted to break you heart. First the son of Scar, then the son Shan Yu, the sons of Mother Gothel, The Queen of Hearts and Dr Facilier equally as damaging to your mental wellbeing. Boys to you, were bad news, and you had had your heart broken so many times it was becoming tiring. You were the daughter of Hades, a goddess who was supposed to be the embodiment of evil, but it was hard to uphold a stone-cold reputation when you were constantly sniffling about your latest failed love interest. It was your best friend who always had to scoop you up off the floor, your best friend who always told you you were better than which ever villain broke your heart, your best friend who taught you that you didn’t need any pathetic boyfriend to make you worthy. It was also you best friend who had threatened to hook anybody who so much as looked at you the wrong way, but that was a habit you were trying to talk him out of. In short our best friend was pretty fucking amazing, if not a little intense. So you took his advice and made a new philosophy, vowing to never fall in love again. It wasn’t quite what he had meant but it was the easiest way to insure you would’t be hurt once more. Why would you need a relationship when you already had everything you needed in a best friend, when you already had everything you needed in Harry Hook.

“I could hurt ye,” Harry whispered a hint of seduction lingering in his Scottish accent as he traced the outline of Mal’s face with his hook.
He didn’t believe his luck when he found his Captain’s worst enemy in the “Curl Up and Dye” whilst making his usual rounds, and was using the opportunity to get underneath her skin. His brief session of intimidation was swiftly interrupted by the entrance of a very familiar goddess.
“Oh come on Harry! My best friend hasn’t even been on the Isle for an hour and you’re already threatening her! Hands off now!”
You had walked in on Harry threatening one of your closest friends, Evie and Dizzy standing in a corner not really knowing what to do.
You marched towards the smirking pirate and gave him the look, the look that meant business, the look that meant: you have two seconds to do what I say or I can no longer be held responsible for my actions.
Harry sighed.
“Oh come on Y/N, I’m only playing” he taunted, grinning at you slightly two widely.
You rolled your eyes.
“I thought I was yer best friend not her”
“Ye haven’t replaced me now have ye darling?” He said with mock sarcasm, turning to you with puppy eyes before winking. He was still poking his hook at Mal, making you huff a little.
You changed your tactics, standing behind the pirate and pushing your lips to his ear.
“Now where would you get that idea Hook” you said so quietly it could have been a whisper, slowly running your hand up Harry’s back.
You felt all of his muscles tense up under his shirt and smirked to yourself. Your plan worked, his focus shifted to you instead of the purple haired VK. Suddenly you pulled him backwards away from Mal and stood in front of him, arms crossed with an un-amused look painted on your face.
“Don’t look at me like that. Ye make it out like I’m some kind of bad guy” Harry grinned, his signature smirk reappearing.
“That’s because you are”
The pirate pouted.
“Yer forgetting that ye ain’t exactly a saint yourself Y/N”.
You both looked each other in the eye, trying to keep a straight face, but cracked simultaneously, erupting into a fit of giggles.
“Perhaps. I guess this is why we are friends,” you said eventually but then hardened your tone again. “But I swear to god Har. If you threaten Mal again I’ll personally make sure you’re banished to the underworld. I don’t care how much Uma hates her”
You glanced at Mal with a smile, who had gone to join Dizzy and Evie in the corner of the salon.
“Anything for ye…” Harry started, when his eyes lit up with mischief you new exactly how he was going to finish the sentence. The dreaded nickname.
“Don’t you dare call m-”
“Hot stuff!”.
He winked at you and you groaned running towards him and shoving his chest. Harry had called you hot stuff since you were ten, when he made you so angry that your hair ignited, engulfing your head with cobalt flames much like your father. You begged him for days to stop, but seeing as you hated it so much (mainly due to the fact that people started to presume you were together) Harry decided to keep it.

As your hands connected with the pirate chest, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. In a second, you were tossed over his shoulder, kicking, screaming and flailing your limbs as he spun you around in a circle, his hook resting over the small of your back. You were both chuckling heartily, completely forgetting you had an audience until little Dizzy cleared her throat loudly enough for you to hear.
“Harold James Hook! Put me down right now!”
“Any thing ye say… Hot stuff”
“Harry!” You screeched.
“Well as much as I would love to stay and chat.. hot stuff” He ignored your glare but sniggered to himself before continuing “But I’ve got more children to steal from”
Immediately your jaw clenched and Harry realised his mistake too late.
“You’re stealing from children again?”
He ran his hands through his hair and avoided your eyes.
“I am a villain Y/N. It’s what I do”
“No, we talked about this Harry! You’re a villain yes, but not a monster. You don’t steal from children”  
“Uma told me t-”
“Uma doesn’t control what you do”
“No, I’m sorry I forgot that was ye job” Harry muttered sarcastically under his breath.
You raised an eyebrow at him long enough for him to cave in.
“Fine! I’ll give it all back!” The pirate finally announced “Ye going to be the death of my Y/N” he said rolling his eyes.
“What else are best friends for Harry?” You grinned back at him as he made his way out of the salon.
“Dizzy yer money” He grumbled reluctantly, dropping it by the door before turning back to face you “Meet you in the market at seven?”
“Meet you in the market at seven” you reaffirmed, nodding at him with a grin.
Harry hadn’t even been gone 10 seconds before you were descended on by the group of confused yet intrigued VK’s standing in the corner.

“Oh. My. God!” Evie shrieked like a little school girl, jumping up and down and squealing
“We knew it! We all new it!” Dizzy shouted, grabbing your forearm and tugging at it a little.
You huffed but chuckled lightly at their giddiness.
“You know what?”
“That you love Harry!” Mal practically shouted, grabbing your other arm and beaming at you.
“No.” You said defiantly, your top lip wrinkling at the mention of the word love. “I most certainly do not.”
“Who’d you think you’re kidding Y/N?” Evie laughed “He’s the earth and heaven to you”
“He’s my best friend!” You protested.
“We can see right through you. You love each other!” Mal added, glancing at Evie with a knowing look.
“It’s okay Mal, just shout it a bit louder. I don’t think the deaf man at the end of the alley quite heard you” you hissed, shaking the girls off of your arm “We do not love each other okay?”
“But you have him wrapped around your finger! Do you think he would have given me back my money if anbody else had told him to” Dizzy tried to reason.
“He’s my best friend!” You repeated.
“And I’ve seen the way you look at each other” Mal said.
“He’s all you talk about, all you think about” Evie said backing her up.
You inhaled sharply before starting to ramble, refusing to take a breath until you had finished
“I am not in love with Harry Hook he is my best friend and that’s how it has been and how it will always be everything works just fine the way it is we do not need to complicate that by taking it any further I mean why would we anyway relationships aren’t even a thing on the isle and I don’t need to ruin the one thing that I got right because of some stupid feelings that might not even really be there”
The three VK’s looked at each other, then at you
“Oh my gosh Y/N you’re scared of falling in love”
“I am not!”
“Face it like a grown up Y/N, you’ve got it bad. It’s a good thing you know, love is a good thing”
“You don’t get it”
“But we do… Don’t be proud Y/N, it’s okay to admit you’re in love”
You just looked at them for a second, your stony facade wavering slightly as a memory invaded your thoughts.

Vibrant, curious, alive with bounce and effort. That’s how you remember the two of you that night. Your hair was flowing behind you, rustled by the breeze, as you ran giggling from the brunette beside you. He was mesmerised by your goofy grin, your cheeks pink from the cold. You and Harry couldn’t have been older than seven but you had snuck out once the sun had set, running barefoot down a grassy sand dune, holding your shoes in one hand, tossing them over one shoulder, grabbing each others hand with the opposite.
“Harry, look at the sea!” You shouted with wonder.
Reflected on the gossamer surface of the ocean was a perfect silver orb, a full moon, making the young pirate laugh a little.
“It’s only the moon Y/N”
“But it looks pretty though. It just looks so perfect ” you defended, pouting a little as you gazed out at the water.
“Yer really weird you know” Harry said, letting go of your hand but shuffling closer to you.
“Oh” was all you said quietly.
“It’s a good thing” Harry rushed, trying to explain what he was thinking “Ye know normal people are boring”
Harry looked at you, his pirate hat was way too big for his head so it slouched too far forward, covering his eyes. You broke out into an uncontrollable smile as you looked up at Harry who even at that age was taller than you.
“I love you Harry”
“I love you too”
Then the seven year old pirate knelt down, one knee digging into the wet sand as he took off his hat. He scrambled around in his back pocket until he pulled out a small copper ring, a glossy black stone adorned the band.
You gasped.
“Will ye marry me Y/N?” the younger Harry Hook announced, giving you the ring and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Your smile was even wider.
“Har! We are far too young to get married! Ask me again when we’re older and I’ll say yes.”
You passed him back the ring and kissed his cheek.
“Okay Y/N” Harry said slightly deflated but still smiling as wide, “Ye better not forget”

When you snapped out of your daydream, Evie, Mal and Dizzy were staring at you with smug looks, leaving you to wonder how long you had zoned out for.
“I won’t say I’m in love” was all you huffed before you left the salon.

You weren’t even half way down the street before you started to curse the three of them. Because, for the first time, it occurred to you. They might actually be right.
You were in love with Harry Hook.
You were in love with Harry Hook.
He was your one stable force, your one ounce of stability in a world of chaos who was always there through good and bad. You loved him so much for that. You were in love with him and you couldn’t believe that you’d only just realised it.
But then the doubt came.
You knew he didn’t love you back, Harry had made it very clear on numerous occasions, hell, he was the one who told you to stop falling in love. Once before you had tried to confess your feelings for Harry, even if you didn’t consciously realise that was what you were doing yourself, and the outcome had bruised way more than just your ego.

Ursula’s Fish and Chip Shop was packed as per usual. You were hustled into a particularly lively corner, talking with Harry over a plate full of fries. It wasn’t unusual for you two to eat together, in fact you had been bonding over questionably good fish and chips for as long as you could remember. It had become a tradition. Much like it had become a tradition to try and calm Harry down when he told you about who was irritating him and tradition for him to throw food all over the place. Much like how it had become tradition for Harry to glare at anybody else who tried to talk to you until they walked away. Much like how it had become tradition for you to laugh at him and tell him to relax. But that day was different.
“I don’t think ye understand how much I hate that kid,” Harry snarled, picking up a handful of fries and launching them across the room. Normal.
“Har! When did you ever care what Drew thinks anyway? If you’re mad at him, fine by me, but don’t waste my food on his sorry ass,” you laughed, hugging the plate of chips protectively. Harry slumped down beside you, muttering to himself. Also normal.
“Have ye got a problem mate because if not ye need to move along and stop looking at Y/N. She isn’t interested” He shouted at whichever poor boy was approaching you. Again completely and utterly normal.
“Give it a rest Har, I can defend myself” you giggled. Normal, sweet normal.
But then you tilted your head to look at him
“Besides Harry, I wanted to ask you something”
Not normal. This was new. This was un-expected. This was spontaneous, out of blue, intriguing but not in any realm of normality.
“Well ask away” replied Harry with a grin, clearly he wasn’t phased by the new conversation.
“I was just wondering whether you wanted to go and see the floating lanterns with me tomorrow, you know for my birthday. They’ll be lighting them in Auradon all weekend so if we get boat at night we’ll be able to see them across the lake” You looked up at Harry hopefully “I thought it could be nice”
“Ye want to see the lanterns?”
You nodded your head.
“Ye have always been odd Y/N. But yes, I’ll come see the lanterns with ye. I’ll get Uma and Gil to come t-”
“No!” You said quickly before returning your voice back to normal “I mean, maybe us two could just go.
You smiled weakly at Harry, who cocked his head and looked at you differently. It took a moment for you to realise what you had just done. You had asked Harry on a date. You cursed yourself over and over unable to comprehend why you had just done that. He rubbed the back off his neck.
“Hmm, when I think about it I have to train some new crew members with Uma. Maybe another time?”
Your stomach twinged a little but your forced yourself to keep smiling.
“What about the day after. Like I say they’ll be letting them off all weeke-”
“I’m on lookout duty all that night”
“Oh” You felt about two centimetres tall in that moment but you refused to let that stupid smile falter.
“How about you just tell me when you’re free and we’ll go on a boat trip then. Lanterns or no lanterns. I mean my birthday would have passed but it’s okay”
Harry put his hook down on the table and avoided your gaze purposely.
“I don’t really have time for a boat trip. I’ve just always got stuff to do”
Rejected. You had just been rejected by your best friend and it stung like a bitch.
“That okay,” you lied “No worries”
Harry picked up another chip and ate it awkwardly. You didn’t speak for a while.
A small piece of you had just died, but you kept that goddamn smile on your face.
“Are ye okay Y/N, ye look like yer going to be sick”
“Yeah yeah I’m fine. Actually no, I think I’m getting sick. I’m just going to sleep it off. Bye”
You ran out of the restaurant and away from a bewildered looking pirate, before he could stop you. You couldn’t work out why you were crying about Harry Hook that day but looking back it was so obvious; your heart had been re-broken.

You weren’t mad at Harry after that day, how could you be? He hadn’t done anything wrong, he just didn’t love you in that way. But that was okay, because he was still your best friend, nothing could take away from that. So you moved on, accepted that being friends was the best you were going to get and pushed any feelings you had for Harry deep down. Just not deep enough.

You were down at the market place before Harry was, so you took the time you had spare to browse the various stalls, ignoring the calls of market traders to buy their produce. Usually if you wanted something you would just steal it, an odd apple here and there, a random scarf from time to time. Recently though, you had being to cut back on your petty thieving vice so you resisted the urge to take anything. You made your way to a small cart at the back of the market selling jewellery, the whole stand glinting with golds, silvers and bronzes. You knew none of it would be precious metal, you simply didn’t get that on the isle, but they were pretty nonetheless.
“How much is this one,” you said, picking up a silver hair brooch encrusted with small red gems.
The market vender was about to answer but was cut off by a voice from behind you, a familiar palm resting on your shoulder.
“Might not be the best idea to get that with yer hair sweetheart” Harry whispered, pulling himself in close to you and speaking in your ear.
A nauseating jolt of butterfly’s rippled through your stomach before you could stop yourself. Get a grip girl. You tried to tell yourself but you couldn’t help it.
You handed the hair clip back to the stall worker and walked away with Harry.
“I was going to get that you know” you said, punching Harry playfully in the arm.
He grinned at you.
“I didn’t know ye were the jewellery type hot stuff”
You punched him again for using that god awful nickname before you answered him.
“I love jewellery Har, you know it’s one of my many weakness’”
It was true, Harry would often tease you, calling you a magpie, as you had a soft spot necklaces and earrings.
“I got you something” Harry said quietly, opening the his palm to reveal a intricate ring. He reached for your hand, slipping it onto your finger and smiling at you.
You looked at the pirate, then at the ring, then back at the pirate again.
“Harry! It’s beautiful” You flung your arms around him but then paused “Did you steal it?”
Harry scoffed.
“Did I steal it? Ye got some nerve ye do Y/N. Of course I didn’t. I’m just offended ye don’t recognise it” he laughed.
You looked at the ring Harry had given you again. It was copper, a glossy black stone adorning the band. It was the ring from the beach, the ring from your childhood. You took a step backwards
“Harry I-”
You were cut off when Harry pushed his forehead against yours, your eyes widening in alarm. He slowly, started to angle his head towards yours, his lips parting slightly. He was going to kiss you, holy shit he was going to kiss you. A wave of anger washed over you almost instantly.
“Harry what the hell!”
You slapped him hard, straight across his face, surprising the both of you. You were only getting angrier.
“No! Stop it! Stop playing with my emotions! I thought you were different! I don’t get it, you don’t like me enough to spend time with me on my birthday Harry, MY BIRTHDAY, but somehow you think it’s okay to spring shit like this on me!” The ends of your hair were burning blue now
“I didn’t mean to-”
“This is all just an intimidation thing isn’t it” you yelled not caring who was staring now “You flirt with everyone you’re trying to intimidate I knew that, but I’m supposed your best friend, why are you trying to scare me”
“I don’t w-”
“I’m going to walk away now so I don’t set myself on fire in public,” you said as calmly as you could manage “Go try and kiss somebody else”

You had to calm down and you knew it. You had to do it fast. Your hair was always the first thing to catch fire but the burning sensation would spread further than that if you couldn’t control it. You wanted to cry, to scream, to tear down a building when you stomped away from Harry, your confusion at his actions amplifying your emotions. You had to stay in control. There was one time when you couldn’t, when the anger was so overwhelming that your body temperature rose so dangerously high that you collapsed. You were hospitalised for weeks with severe burns, reiterating the fact that although you were the daughter of a god, you weren’t immortal. An uncomfortable prickle of heat spread across your skin as you collapsed in the alleyway bawling. You were lucky that Evie found you.
“He tried to kiss me Evie. I don’t understand him and it’s driving me insane. I don’t know what he’s thinking,”
“Oh Y/N,” Evie said, daring to touch your shoulder once you had cooled down “You are literally the only person on the whole Isle who can’t hear what he’s trying to tell you”

Optimistic. That’s how you felt as you stepped onto that pirate a ship, a strong belief that everything was going to turn out brilliantly. Evie helped you to accept that perhaps you over-reacted at Harry’s attempt to kiss you, so you marched to the docks armed with an apology and a sorry looking smile. You felt terrible, if Harry had truly intended to kiss you genuinely then you couldn’t even begin to understand how he was feeling. Not only had you completely rejected the poor pirate, you had embarrassed him in front of the whole market. The saddest part of all of the whole messy situation was that you actually wanted to kiss Harry, it was your fear of admitting your feelings that was pushing you away. You hoped Harry was in an understanding mood.

You scoured the upper deck for the pirate but you struggled to find him anywhere. You did on the other hand, find Uma.
“Hey Uma! Do you know where Harry is?” You asked the Captain, slowly making your way towards her.
You may not exactly have been friends with Uma but you two were civil and got along well enough. She nodded at you reluctantly, as if contemplating whether to speak.
“He’s in his cabin,” she replied softly, looking at you with pity.
You presumed she was acting strangely because Harry had told her about the market incident. You were wrong.

You whistled to yourself as you you climbed the stairs to Harry’s cabin, pausing outside of his door to give yourself a pep talk. There was no point in denying it anymore, you were completely and utterly head over heels for the boy and bottling your feelings up wasn’t going to help anything. You decided then and there you were just going to tell him, get everything off of your chest once and for all. It was Harry after all, you could tell him anything in confidence and vice versa, the two of you were practically inseparable.
“You’ve got this Y/N,” You told yourself “Get in there and get yourself a boyfriend”.
You grinned nervously but felt oddly calm, opening the door of Harry’s bedroom.
“Har?” You called out softly.
Then your whole world collapsed.

Harry Hook.
Hailey Facilier.
Each other.
On the lips.
That’s all you had to see to know it had happened again.
Your heart had well and truly broken this time.
You shut the door slowly, knowing they hadn’t seen you.
You felt like you’d been hit in the face.
But the funny thing was, you weren’t surprised. Harry was the biggest flirt on the Isle, he was known to break hearts left right and centre, yet you refused to believe he would do that to you. It was like giving a murder a knife and expecting not to be stabbed. After all he had said about the guys who had hurt you, he had joined the list himself. But you still weren’t prepared for it. How could you possibly have prepared to have your heart ripped out of your chest. You underestimated the power of heartbreak. Why were you never ready for it? Because you loved him. Or maybe because you were in denial. You thought Harry would never do it to you. You thought the murder wouldn’t stab you. But you had been stabbed all right, stabbed right in the very back.

You stumbled your way back to the main ship. You couldn’t see, you didn’t know where you were or where you were going, you knew one thing and one thing only. You were burning. Anger boiled deep down in your system, as hot as lava, scorching you from the inside out. It churned from within you, hungry for destruction and you knew this time that it’s too much for you to handle. There was no way for you to control this. The pressure of the raging sea of anger wouldn’t just force you to say things you didn’t mean or release the pent up emotions you had suppressed for weeks, it would hurt people, including yourself. Seriously hurt people.
How could you Harry? was the only thought you had as you hit the deck.

“Harry!” Gil yelled as he ran to find the first mate “Harry! We don’t know what to do!”
The doors to Harry’s cabin flew open revealing him sat alone at the foot of his bed, his head in his hands. He jerked his head to face Gil.
“What are ye going on about,” he snapped.
“It’s Y/N! I think she’s about to set on fire again!”
Harry winced at your name but still managed to roll his eyes.
“She’s the daughter of bloody Hades what do ye expect! Ye know her hair sets on fire”
Gil shook his head violently, so much so it made him dizzy
“Yeah but Harry! It’s not just her hair!”

Harry was panicking. He was there when this happened before, when he had no idea what to do, when all he could do was stand and watch you. He raced down to the ship deck, where you were laid on the floor, a crowd of pirates surrounding you. He pushed them all out of the way.
“What the fuck has made her so mad!” Harry screamed to no-one in particular as he kneeled beside you.
“Get away from me!” You spat, wiggling as far from his as you could. You couldn’t stand up anymore, your entire body glowing red as you continued to get hotter and hotter. It hurt to move.
“Please,” you croaked, any resentment in your voice vanishing, leaving you completely vulnerable “Please just go back to Hailey”
“What do you mean back to Ha- Y/N you’ve got this all wrong”
Without thinking Harry reached for you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in close. He grimaced, a searing burning pain exploding from the arm that was holding you but he shrugged it off, pulling you into a closer embrace. He started to rub your cheek.
“Please try and calm yer self down Y/N” He whispered to you.
“Let go of me Harry, I’m hurting you”. You were crying but your tears turned to steam as soon as they touched your face.
“I’m the one that’s hurt ye love and I’m sorry”
His embrace was soothing, his muscular arms protective of you as he held your frail burning body. Slowly but surely you felt your body temperature decline.
“Do you love her Harry?” It was a question you didn’t want to know the answer to but you asked anyway.
“Y/N ye don’t seriously think that do ye?” He gripped your harder. Your skin was no longer glowing like embers of a bonfire but you still far from back to normal.
“I saw you kissing and-”
“She kissed me Y/N! She kissed me! And I pushed her off me! And I screamed at her because…” He paused for a second and just looked at you.
“Because what?” Your voice was gentler now.
“Because I fucking love ye Y/N”
It happened suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch.
You were extinguished.
The flames disappeared.
A new kind of warmth dispersed inside of you, a tingling happy glow of heat radiating from your stomach banishing the remnants of any anger. You melted, returning back to your normal state, looking up at Harry in disbelief.
“Ye heard me, I love ye. And I’ve told myself for so long that I didn’t, because I was scared of ye finding out but I can’t help it I-”
“I love you too Har”
You buried your face into the crook of Harry’s neck, no longer afraid of burning him to death.
The Pirates around you began to cheer and you became suddenly aware that you had an audience. Harry waved his hands in an odd gesture and they all scurried away, leaving you sat on Harry’s lap in the middle of the ship.
“I’m sorry for being a dick”
“And I’m sorry for nearly giving you third degree burns”
You both spluttered with laughter.
“Yer lethal Y/N. Remind me of this whenever I plan on making ye angry again,”
“Oh so you plan on making me angry in advance do you?” You smirked back at the pirate.
You were back to being Y/N and Harry again, slipping back into the comforting roles as if nothing had happened,as if you hadn’t just been sat on the floor consumed by your own raging anger. It was refreshing.
“Ye better believe it” Harry winked at you.
He offered you a hand and pulled you up to stand behind him.
“Now!” He said grandly “About that boat trip ye were banging on about…”
Harry lead you to the ship’s railing and motioned towards a small white rowing boat tied up along the docks, a singular paper lantern resting at the bow.
You grinned at him.
“Harold James Hook, have I told you I love you?”
“I love ye more”
“Not possible”
“It is”
“It isn’t”
“It is”
“God we’re unbearable aren’t. we,” you chuckled lightly.
“I’m afraid we are..” Harry smirked “…Hotstuff”

GoT S07E06 Thoughts

So I don’t know if this is late or early considering technically the episode doesn’t air till Sunday, but whatever, here we go: 

There was only one awesome thing about this episode, which was anything to do with the Night King and the Wight Dragon. Everything else was a complete departure from all we’ve come to learn about these characters, but that aside, let me try to understand it as best as I can.

We start the episode on Jon and the rest of the A Team trudging along and making fun of Gendry. I actually really liked all these scenes because the male bonding was done well, the dialogue was funny and the chemistry between these characters was believable. I mean I didn’t know I needed a Tormund x Sandor best friendship till that episode, especially when they begin talking about Brienne. Mr Tormund “I want to make babies with her” Giantsbane. It was brilliant, needless to say. 

What’s not so brilliant but a great moment of foreshadowing was Tormund’s conversation with Jon. He essentially tells Jon that although Mance Rayder was a great man, his pride got a lot of people killed, echoing Jon’s own words to the man: 

“"Isn’t their survival more important than your pride?”

And of course Dani’s words to Jon in the Cave of Invisible Chemistry. 

The problem I have with this is that it comes from Tormund, a wildling man whose pride is as much as a defining factor as his ginger beard. But whatever, I see what they’re trying to do here. They’re trying to justify what happens later because if Tormund can understand the dire need for Dani’s help over his own pride then Jon should too, and he does, of course, as we later find out. 

Here’s the thing though. I am still firmly of the camp that it’s all a ruse, and this is the moment Jon realises he might have to bend to Dani’s will for her alliance. He doesn’t want to and he knows fully well that the Northern houses will not accept her as their queen in any capacity, but all he cares about is his people’s survival through the Long Night. He’s willing to lose his kingdom for their safety. And this thought becomes even more concrete in Jon’s mind the moment Dani arrives to save his dumb ass with her three dragons. The look of awe on his face as those dragons rain hellfire on the wights is indicative of this because up until that point, he’s had a very abstract understanding of what these dragons are capable of and how they can help him. Seeing it in person, seeing them turn a hopeless situation into a victory, Jon fully understands now that the only way to survive is for Dani to fight with them with her dragons. 

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anonymous asked:

What Voltron ships do you think have a chance or don't have a chance at becoming canon?

Pretty much 100% guaranteed in my book: hunay. Shay is the one who really inspires Hunk to stand up for a cause, and it’s her bravery that helps Hunk find his own courage. How much she means to him is what sets off the balmera arc, which is integral to his character development. He says that the balmerans made him see the war in a whole new way, that he finally realizes that there are countless other people and planets that Zarkon has conquered and it’s the paladins’ mission to free them. The way he’s always so concerned about her and the others tease him for his crush is pretty obvious and incredibly sweet. I don’t think they’ll just put Hunk with someone else after that. Hunk and “the rock he admires very much” are adorable together and I’m so happy for them 

I’ve written like a hundred meta on this, so I’ll try to brief, but–yeah, I think sheith has a really good shot. Time and again they are established as the most important people in each other’s lives (“your friend desperately wants to see you,” “it’s good to have you back,” “it’s good to be back,” “that really stayed with you, didn’t it?” “Shiro was the only one who never gave up on me, I won’t give up on him,” ect). The way Keith is always running to Shiro’s rescue is characteristic of the traditional knight and princess trope, and Kuron is even so bold as to tease him about it–“How many times are you gonna have to save me before this is over?” “As many times as it takes.” 

The way Keith has so many grief-stricken outbursts over losing Shiro and acted as if no one else cared about him the way Keith did–it really feels like Keith is mourning a over. The way everyone else urges him to move on while he’s still carrying a torch for Shiro only serves to further support this. It’s also important to consider that “Keith latches onto Shiro at times because Shiro’s sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check.” Because we know Keith’s volatile emotions stem from being galra, and Shiro is literally the only one that soothe that side of him. On it’s own this trope is romantic, but we also see it reflected in Zarkon’s relationship with Honerva as well. “Honerva has really softened you up old friend.” There are so many parallels between sheith and zaggar, and I don’t see why they’d do that if sheith wasn’t also meant to be interpreted as romantic. 

The framing, exclusive privacy, and tone of many of their scenes also feel exceptionally intimate and romantic (see: their first scene together, that part where Keith promises that nothing’s gonna happen to Shiro and Shiro gives him the fondest look, the BOM trial, the hug, how the season 3 reunion was exclusively between the two of them and complete with longing looks as they slowly drift into each other’s orbit, the bedroom scene, ect). At this point I literally can’t imagine either being paired with anyone else. And even if they are, I’m beyond the point where I would be able to rationalize it. They’ll always love each other first and foremost. And the creators have honestly talked about lgbt representation quite a bit. They’re so invested in it that, I think if they were to make a gay ship canon, sheith is our best bet. 

A ship I also think has a really good chance: allurance. I’ve made a few posts on that already, and you can check this one here for a more detailed explanation. But basically, I think season 3 went out of its way to really develop their dynamic. It’s not Keith who hands of Red to Lance and tells him he’s that should pilot, it’s Allura. And this distinction is quite interesting. It feels a lot like how Shiro left Black to Keith (and I mean, I think I’ve already made it clear how I see their dynamic as romantic). Allura also tells Lance about her very personal history with Red and how she wants Lance to carry on that legacy. She could’ve had this conversation with Keith at any time, but she didn’t. It’s Lance who she opens up to and sees her father in. It’s Lance who she look to for advice (”What would Lance do?”) and it’s Lance who looks out for Allura during The Hunted while Keith was ready to leave her behind and couldn’t care less. 

And we also get that sweet moment where Allura only explains what her armor means to Lance. And then Lance hands off his bayard to Allura and says “If I had to lose Blue to anyone, I’m glad it was you.” And Allura looks so fond at hearing that, her gaze softens and I find it hard to believe she isn’t at least a bit taken with him. The way their hands touch when they exchange the bayard and Lance expresses how much Allura means to him, how he’d rather it be her than anyone else? Yeah, we never get any scene like this between Keith and Lance. It feels intimate in the same way a lot of Shiro and Keith’s interactions are. And if Lance or Allura were to end up with anybody, I think this ship just makes the most sense. It would also fit the “slow burn” profile for Lance’s love interest Jeremy mentioned. 

A ship that I thought was more promising in season 2 but now feel like it doesn’t make much sense: ka/llura. It feels like they could’ve been going somewhere after the galra arc, but then the ship just burns out and loses all momentum. During season 3, I think there was a clear divide between them. The only episode that felt ka/llura to me was A Holy in the Sky–but even then, that felt more like a homage to 80′s voltron than anything. I honestly can’t forgive the way Keith completely turned a blind eye to her safety in The Hunted.

And if they were ever going to establish Keith with another love interest, I think now during Shiro’s disappearance would have been best the time. So that they could be there for Keith when he needed some support the most, so they can affirm that there are others who care for him and he doesn’t be alone. But no, that’s not how it is. The most meaningful interaction between Keith and Allura during that time is Allura reaffirming how Shiro is irreplaceable to him. It’s not about Allura’s feelings for Keith, but rather acknowledging Keith’s feelings for Shiro. 

Narratively speaking, Shiro is literally in the position of Keith’s love interest during his leadership arc. And this is further underscored by how Keith doesn’t go to Allura or Lance or anyone else when he wants to talk. He goes to the Black lion and tries speaking to Shiro. Because even if Shiro’s gone and everyone else is right there, he still shoves the other paladins aside and reaches out for the one he lost. That’s love. 

A ship that I can kinda see happening: plance (pidgance?? I dunno, I’ve seen lots of different names for it, sorry). Anyway, I honestly got the feeling that Pidge might have a bit of a one-sided crush on Lance. She’s the one that gets the most annoyed by Lance flirting with other girls, and it’d be an interesting dynamic to show Lance developing a romantic relationship with the one girl he never actually flirted with. 

And I mean, Lance was the first person paladin to try and reach out to her. Even though she blew him off, I think she was still kind of touched by the gesture. And we do still see Lance being protective of her at the garrison, so I think it’s possible she could’ve starting feeling something. I think it’s likely it might go unrequited–maybe something like Sokka and Toph–but it’s possible it might head somewhere later. 

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Why are Bellamy and Clarke so afraid of love?

There’s an undeniable comparison to be drawn concerning Bellamy, Clarke and their individual approach to the notion of love. Bellamy blooms in the presence of affection. Clarke yearns for company and support; her lovers are her solace. Both require love to power through, and yet there is a noticeable absence of verbal clarity in their love. Why has Bellamy never told anybody that he loves them? Why does Clarke find herself blurting out her confession as her lover dies in her arms? What are they so afraid of? What does love mean for these two?

Both Bellamy and Clarke have been conditioned to perceive love as something extreme. To love somebody carries an incredible amount of weight – to cross over to that side in a relationship implies something drastic would have to happen. So first, let’s discuss what is the reasons behind their intense ideas of love.

Bellamy Blake: “I adore those who adore me first.”

It’s no secret that Bellamy is a lover at heart and has so many emotions he’s been conditioned to control and repress. His idea of love is one that is quite cyclical and paradoxical. I often describe Bellamy’s situation as a catch 22 of sorts: he loves people with such fervour that it burns, but he too needs love as a fuel for his own. So what comes first, the way he loves people or the way in which he is loved? And why is his love so strong? Well, his early attachment to Octavia is the source of his passion. Being that young and having a responsibility so heavy, Bellamy’s care and love and protectiveness had to be extreme. His idea of love amalgamates a fear of failure and, of course, overpowering sense of duty. Because Octavia was of paramount significance to Bellamy (all stemming from my sister, my responsibility), his idea of love was cemented as one in which this form of intrinsic protectiveness was required. 

This mantra he’s lived by is very matter-of-fact: basically, you don’t want to know what would happen if something bad were to happen to Octavia because she is your responsibility. That overwhelming idea would have frightened Bellamy so much, forcing a suffocating form of love that leaves no chance for anything bad to happen to Octavia. This was the first time he was given the duty of care and so, very early on, Bellamy’s conception of love was one much more amplified than anybody else’s. Bellamy was raised raising another. He was giving more than he was probably receiving at times. So where’s the love to fuel his own?

It’s anywhere he can find it. Think about it: the look on his face when Clarke told him she needed him, the way he acted when she ran to him and pulled him into a tight embrace, his reaction when Octavia told him ‘I love you, big brother’. He flourishes when he feels love because it’s just about the one emotion he exudes and yearns for in return; it’s the emotion he knows is geared towards him as a person rather than the skills he possesses. He feels when it’s there, and he gravitates towards it because it’s something he desires so badly. He adores those who adore him, and in the circumstance that he is put first, as a priority, it shakes him to the very core. But why does he not explicitly state his love?

Clarke Griffin: “Love is my solace.”

Clarke surrounds herself with love constantly, as it is the source of her liberation. Her will to survive pervades her identity at times and it’s so overwhelming for her. So she reaches out for support, for somebody who bleeds the same, or somebody who being around can free her of her worries. Being constantly singled out for the decisions she has made in the past to ensure the 100′s survival wears her down, it seems, and so the company she seeks is often through romantically and/or sexually-bound relationships. Because love is so paramount to her; because it elevates her in every way possible and gives her the strength to power through hardship…it carries a lot of weight. To love someone, that is. 

With Finn, it was almost as if he symbolised an escape for her. He was somebody she could be herself around, somebody who kindled within her a sense of passion and security, and he offered a companionship that she could not seek elsewhere, as the co-leader of her people. The fact that their most intimate scenes took place away from the dropship i.e. away from her duties only further shows this. With Lexa, Clarke found a kindred spirit and somebody she truly connected with. She saw they bled the same, they carried the same burdens, the same guilt, the same sorrows – Finn and Costia and their leadership roles being prime examples. Lexa was her guide, her lover, her oasis, her eye in the storm. She found inner peace when she was with Lexa. 

But we have observed the recurring pattern with Clarke and her love dying before her very eyes – to love someone is to kill them, she must think. Her idea of love, much like Bellamy, is heightened because of this. And so an important question to raise is: Why does she only confess at the very last moment?

What do love confessions mean to Bellamy and Clarke?

Conceptually, to both Bellamy and Clarke, love is a line they cannot uncross. The state they both remain in, regarding relationships, is one that does not verbally express affection. They show and don’t tell.

Bellamy and Clarke are absolutely terrified of the idea of mortality. With Bellamy, we know fear manifests wherever his love does. With Clarke, she directly associates her love with death. So to tell their loved ones ‘I love you’ psychologically reinforces the inevitability of death. Because of that inherent fear of failure in Bellamy’s love, and the automatic associating of love with mortality in Clarke…it would be in both Bellamy and Clarke’s nature to firmly hold this idea that love confessions are a time limit, love confessions are a reminder. To confess, to make it known to the world automatically endangers their loved one. It’s a psychological belief: it’s almost as if Bellamy and Clarke feel that if they keep their love for someone a secret from fate itself, it keeps these people immortal, and untouched by death.

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Their mentality towards love is something along the lines of ‘I can’t let the world know. I can’t let fate know. Love kills, so if I never say it, I am not putting them in danger.’ To Bellamy and Clarke, confessions have a ring of finality to it that implies that Earth can take them away at any given moment, and they are so fearful of that, they push it to the back of their minds. They show their love through their actions, but never explicitly through their words because not only would that reinstate to the world and destiny itself that this person is irreplaceable so please don’t take them away from me, but it personally reminds both Bellamy and Clarke that one day, their loved one will depart from this world, and they will have no one. People who are special to them, time and time again on Earth, have been harshly taken away from them so they’re now incredibly protective over the last few they have left.

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When Clarke confesses, it sounds like a farewell. The last thing she ever told her father, Finn and Lexa was ‘I love you’. And she blurts it out, too, because there’s nothing left to do: fate got to them before her love could. Since Jake’s death, she’s grown to reaffirm her affection for her loved ones before they die, in hopes to lull them into their passing. To give them the comfort of knowing she always felt the same. With Jake and Finn it was gentle yet distressed, but with Lexa, something more interesting happens. She says it, breathlessly, but the desperate look on her face as Lexa departs gives it away: Clarke’s idea of love can sometimes be reversed, and she confesses in hopes that maybe she was wrong all this time, maybe her love was actually the key to their safety. Maybe if she confesses they won’t leave her, after all. But it’s a hopeless kind of belief, and even Clarke knows this.

And with Bellamy? Someone who has always had a fear of death, a fear of the unknown, the inevitable? Love is a force he cannot reckon with, and he’s battling between choosing to perceive mortality as a reason to confess or as a reason to avoid confessing. It’s a fight between hopelessness and relentlessness. (It also comes from his emotional repression, which I talk about here.) He knows deep down that time will run out, but at the same time, he struggles to unlearn the idea that announcing his love puts a death sentence on the person.

And together: To one another, Bellamy and Clarke will not accept the other’s mortality. While everyone else has left them, they are each other’s constants, and they have remained and survived through it all. They have this delusional mentality, particularly Clarke, that the other’s death is simply not a narrative existing in their universe. Likely crafted from the trauma of loss, they simply will not accept that their death is inevitable. Clarke is adamant that Bellamy will always come back to her (re 4x06: No, you will) because heaven knows what will happen if someone as dear to her as Bellamy were to die. The same occurs within Bellamy, to a certain extent. We saw it in 3x02 especially: when Clarke is in danger he will not stop until she is out of harm’s way because the idea of her death absolutely frightens him.

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Conclusively: resulting from their past experiences, both Bellamy and Clarke find immense difficulty in stating their love, in fear that it will rouse harsh fate itself – that if they were to confess they would be periling their loved one. Their fear of the end is what stops them from confessing, and they both, in the face of the apocalypse, have begun to try and unlearn this deeply-rooted mentality; that love does not equal death, but rather strength.

anonymous asked:


I always have Mint Eye AU ideas.


  • Precious little angel tries his best to tame this horribly traumatized cultist
  • You’ve been raised to believe that this world is horrible and unsavable, so on bad days, he texts you pictures of the things that make living worth it.
  • Kittens! Puppies! It doesn’t really fix the horrible drug treatments that Blonde Voldemort forced you to endure, but it does make you remember that the entire world doesn’t need to be purged in holy fire.
  • Just most of it.
  • Half of it?
  • A quarter of it?
  • …Okay, Yoosung, no purging. :(
  • He reads cute romance novels with you to help teach you Normal People Socialization, because, while he loves you dearly, you’re just -
  • you don’t
  • he brought you flowers and you ate them. 
  • you thought the box of chocolates he got you belonged on the mantle.
  • he bought you a Christmas gift and you thought the gift was the pretty wrapping.
  • of course romance novels are not the best place to get your life advice from but w/e it’s sadly a better guide than what you had previously.
  • all of your LOLOL friends think this is hilarious and frequently convince you that wacky things are true. you are just as gullible as Yoosung.


  • So, in one of those Weird Bad Ends, Unknown got all into playing dress up with some weird Zen sleeping beauty thing, which leads me to believe that, in his Free Time, Saeran definitely is into costuming and reading scripts for plays. on tuesdays Mint Eye has drama practice and you’re kind of into acting.
  • particularly fairy tales
  • zen wants to dress up like a fairy tale prince and do recitals with you, his fairy tale princess.
  • despite you being, y’know.
  • a cultist.
  • who used to worship a woman in the basement of some weird mountain monastary.
  • You’re the Weirdest Princess Ever.
  • Religious cults tend to be into the whole “do not be vain and eschew material possessions” thing so you’re a.) kind of weirded out by how much Zen preens and b.) feel weird about the dressing up thing, but he coaxes you into it and gradually helps you feel beautiful about yourself.


  • is going to punch Rika twice for you.
  • seriously she is SO MAD about how you were treated and she just QUIETLY SEETHES WITH RIGHTEOUS FURY.
  • Jaehee’s lovely little bakery is a great place for you, though, and she ends up hiring both you and Saeran as cafe workers. You become particularly fond of decorating cakes, he gets really into latte art, and Jaehee basically starts running the Cultist Rehabilitation Center.
  • There is that time when a customer gets really pissy with Jaehee and both you and Saeran end up threatening him with a knife but
  • she… manages to smooth that over with the police.
  • (you are both very protective of her.)


  • the both of you can be emotionally stunted together. how fun!
  • It’s weird, slowly coming to the realization that Rika Wasn’t a Great Person with him. 
  • It’s also weird, seeing people throw themselves at Jumin. It makes you….. jealous? really, really jealous? like, your role model up to this point has been Rika, the Queen of Vicious Jealousy, so yeah, you’re kind of ultra super jealous of these people TRYING TO STEAL YOUR NEW FAVORITE PERSON.
  • Jumin has to pat you on the heat to calm you down, and he reaffirms that it is you he loves and he’ll never leave you.
  • but i’m broken, you say.
  • but i’m worthless, you say.
  • but god doesn’t love me and i turned on my savior and -
  • shhhhh it’s okay. only dreams now.


  • man this poor boy has his hands full with you and Saeran.
  • It doesn’t help that the emotional politics of this situation are wack. Like, imagine this - you’re great cult pals with Saeran. You’re conditioned to hate Seven because of what Saeran has told you about him. Yet Seven is fantastically in love with you, and he also loves Saeran so much, and you love Seven despite yourself, and Saeran wants to trust him but can’t, and you want to hate Seven to stay on Saeran’s side but YOU CAN’T AND THIS IS SO DIFFICULT
  • y’all need therapy.
  • you frequently lock yourself in the bathroom to escape how painful this all is.
  • One of the nice moments you share though is when he coaxes you outside to go see the stars, and it’s so dark outside, and the sky is so pretty that it takes your breath away and -
  • And yeah everything is really complicated but sometimes you see Seven’s timid, tired smile when he’s too exhausted to pretend but he can’t help but smile at you and you think things might just be alright.


  • the fact that V let this happen to you has him just dying in guilt, and you kind of hate him at first because of What Rika Has Told You, so for a long time, interacting with V follows a pattern of, “V wants to help you, you shout at him to go away.”
  • (honestly there is some fodder for some REALLY interesting conversations here, because of his ties to you and Rika and everything, and how much you loved her, and how much he loved her, and how you’re both so disenchanted and disillusioned about… everything.)
  • It’s the photographs that get to you, first. Someone shows you some of them, someday, and you’re fascinated by how he makes the world look so beautiful.
  • How he makes it look like it’s… worth it.
  • He starts teaching you how to use a camera, and you start letting him, and that’s kind of the first point of healing for the two of you. You start to appreciate what he lost when he lost almost all of his sight, and he starts to want to help you for reasons beyond his paralyzing guilt.
  • he starts to see you as something more than his mistake.

Unknown (Saeran)

  • oh boy. 
  • You’re Saeran’s friend. You’ve been Saeran’s friend for so long. And Saeran, being Saeran, is possessive, controlling, and doesn’t want you to leave him. So when he sees you becoming close to the RFA…
  • this boy kind of flips.
  • like, he tries to extract you from the apartment and when Rika chastises him, he tries to kidnap you for himself.
  • There’s a lot of soothing this poor boy’s scared heart in the beginning, because he just doesn’t want you to leave him like Saeyoung left him and you’re like no I won’t you’re my friend and neither of you really know what Love is but you’re starting to kind of try to figure it out.
  • All the while, the RFA is trying to reach out to you too and you like them but??? Saeran??? How do you choose?
  • Can you choose?
  • How do you figure out what’s best for the both of you?
  • Mint Eye ends up trying to snag you both again and make you go through more Drug Therapy to cleanse your souls, and that’s when you realize…
  • this place isn’t good for Saeran. 
  • you need to get out. 
  • He’s pretty betrayed that you ask for Saeyoung’s help to get you both out, and won’t talk to you for awhile, but you’re just happy he isn’t being hurt anymore.


  • Poor Vandy gets a reputation for liking biters after hooking up with you, because you definitely bit them a few times while you were trying to escape from their protective custody.
  • IT’S NOT THAT, they try to defend themselves. THEY JUST.
  • You get really into soap operas! You cry at the end of Pixar movies! You’re cute, they don’t like you because you’re kind of
  • well
  • aggressive.
  • (it’s just a bonus)
  • Really they’re the most… practical and normal about your whole situation. They consult psychiatrists, they get you therapy, they honestly try to help you integrate with the normal world.
  • They listen to your problems, and while they frequently make sarcastic comments to the tune of what the hell is this complicated bullshit, they’re ultimately supportive.
  • They teach you how to cook and while it is initially a disaster, you are very enthusiastic, and you make Saeran try everything you make.

anonymous asked:

Could you please write your essay on the zutara, kataang and maiko analysis? I would like to hear what you have to say...

Yes! Okay so I recently reblogged this post about Yin and Yang and how Zutara does not represent it, but Mai/ko and Kat/aang do. As I said in my tags, as a zutara shipper I do have a lot of thoughts on the interpretations of these three ships written in this post. 

The interesting thing about this anti zutara analysis and the reason I reblogged it is that I almost completely agree with everything said about zutara.  

In the original post, OP goes on describe the two most popular ways that people associate yin and yang with zutara and refute them:

I have seen two flavors of the yin and yang argument for Zutara. The first is the somewhat grounded point that Katara is a female waterbender and represents yin, while Zuko a male firebender and represents yang. The second is the completely clueless assertion that Zuko is “dark” and therefore yin and Katara “light.” therefore yang.

I could not agree more. So many anti zutara shippers (and even a lot of casual zutara shippers) like to picture zutara as the good girl/bad boy ship and I really hate that because the ship is so much more complex than that. Katara is not a goody two shoes pure angel, and Zuko is not an evil badboy who needs Katara to redeem him. 

The first of these arguments, of female, water-associated, yin Katara and male, fire-associated, yang Zuko is true as it goes according to the traditional concepts of yin-yang, but it’s incomplete, outdated, and even dehumanizing in my opinion. It’s basically saying two people are right for each other based on what they are, characteristics that were inborn or cannot be changed, instead of who they are, their personality and individuality. Their actual personalities tell a very different story, as I will discuss below…

…Also frankly, the parts about masculine yang and feminine yin are the products of heavily sexist societies from two millennia ago. They reflect archaic gender roles where men are expected to be aggressive and assertive and women to be submissive and supportive….

…That’s why I don’t like the “female waterbender and male firebender are yin and yang = instant romance!” formulation. It’s sexist and heteronormative, and literalizes what were meant to be symbolic representations…

…If you’re actually interested in applying philosophical yin-yang to individuals and their relationships, it may help to think of yang as “drama” and yin as “chill.” Yang is starting things, getting in people’s faces, wearing your heart on your sleeve, raised voices. Yin is resolving things, calming down, contemplation, quiet conversation or just silent contentment. Everyone has some drama and some chill, but some people have more of one or the other. If one person in a relationship brings tons of drama, it strikes a good balance if the other can bring the chill.
In this understanding of yin and yang, it should be clear Zuko and Katara are both drama llamas, that is yang ascendant. “But female waterben-” shush. Katara is more than her gender and element. Also the gender and element are symbolic representations of yin anyway, not the actual thing.

Based on what OP has written (I recommend reading the original post, even though the quote above is very long, I cut a lot of good stuff out for length) I completely agree that Katara and Zuko are both Yang. Up to this point in the essay, I 100% agree with everything written about Zutara. 

Here is where I start to disagree…

Zuko and Katara, then, don’t personify the yin-yang balance at all. They both have too much fire, too much drama, and that’s why their interactions can spin out of control and bring out the worst in both. Remember “The Southern Raiders?” Where Katara set out to murder a war criminal and Zuko egged her on? It was Aang’s calming words, his chill, his yin that ultimately moderated her rage and helped her remember her better self. Aang is the yin to Katara’s yang.

Countless essays and analysis’ have been written about how ‘The Southern Raiders’ does not, in fact, bring out the worst in both Zuko and Katara, and so I’m not going to directly respond to the above statement. I will respond to the statement about Aang and Katara, however. 

If you take Katara and Aang’s individual personalities, traits, and mindsets, I absolutely agree that Kat/aang could be a wonderful representation of Yin and Yang. Aang’s role as Avatar is to be a mediator and to bring peace. Keeping in mind Katara’s fiery personality and emotional drive, I think that the two could have had a really amazing balance if written well. The issue, however, is that we don’t see this at all, which can all be boiled down to the fact that Aang doesn’t understand Katara. Let’s look at the scene between Aang and Katara in ‘The Southern Raiders’:

Aang: Umm… and what exactly do you think this would accomplish?
Katara: (sighs and shakes her head) I knew you wouldn’t understand. (She begins to walk away)
Aang: (Cut to a close up of Katara as Aang and Sokka look on behind her) Wait, stop, I do understand. You’re feeling unbelievable pain and rage. How do you think I felt about the sandbenders when they stole Appa? How do you think I felt about the Fire Nation when I found out what happened to my people?
Zuko: (off screen) She needs this, (everyone turn their eyes towards him) Aang. This is about getting closure and justice.
Aang: I don’t think so. I think it’s about getting revenge.
Katara: (off screen) Fine! (Cut to an angry and frustrated Katara) Maybe it is. Maybe that’s what I need. Maybe that’s what he deserves.
Aang: Katara, you sound like Jet.
Katara: (defensively) It’s not the same. Jet attacked the innocent. This man, he’s a monster. 

These are not calming words. Rather than see Katara’s determination and anger and calm her, Aang riles her up even more. He doesn’t try to understand where she is coming from. He just assumes that he already knows. And then he delegitimizes her need for closure. Rather than try to empathize, Aang tells her she is wrong and refuses to see where she is coming from. He even goes so far as to accuse her of being a murderer. 

The ultimate irony here, I think, is that when Appa was stolen, rather than show the sandbenders forgiveness, Aang entered the Avatar State and almost killed them. He would have, too, had Katara not been there to calm him down and be his yin.  

The way Aang tries to be there for Katara mimics how Mai tries to be there for Zuko. Let’s look at this Mai/ko conversation in ‘Nighmares and Daydreams’:

Mai: Zuko, it’s just a dumb meeting. Who cares?
Zuko: I don’t.
Mai: Well good. You shouldn’t. Why would you even want to go? (Cut to shot of Zuko and Mai standing in the window, the Fire Nation Palace before them. Mai puts her arm around Zuko) Just think about how things went to the last war meeting you went to.
Zuko: (sighs)I know.  

Zuko has been completely distraught about not being invited to the war meeting. This is a huge deal to him, he wants to be the perfect son to Ozai, and he feels like a disappointment and an oversight. Mai can’t understand why this is a big deal to Zuko, and rather than try to understand, she invalidates it and acts like it’s the stupidest thing in the world to be upset over. On top of that, she throws in his face one of the biggest shames of his life, all for the sake of making him feel bad for caring. 

Let’s compare these two scenes to two scenes of Katara and Zuko supporting each other. First, Zuko supporting Katara in ‘The Southern Raiders’

Katara: But, we were too late. When we got there, the man was gone. (voice cracks slightly) And so was she.
Zuko: (Cut to a sorrowful Zuko) Your Mother was a brave woman.
Katara: (Cut to a front shot of Katara as she touches her necklace) I know.

Katara just opened up to Zuko about one of the most traumatic moments of her life: the murder of her mother. Zuko doesn’t make this about him; he doesn’t talk about the disappearance of his own motheR. He doesn’t try to defend the Fire Nation, his home or tell her not all Fire Nation people. He hears what happened to her, accepts how awful this was for her, and affirms that her mother was a wonderful woman. 

Now for Katara supporting Zuko in ‘The Old Masters’:

Katara: Are you okay?
Zuko: No, (turning his head away from Katara) I’m not okay. My Uncle hates me, I know it. (Katara lowers herself to the ground) He loved me and supported me in every way he could and I still turned against him. How can I even face him? (Cut to a sideview of a regretful Zuko with Katara looking on.)
Katara: Zuko, you’re sorry for what you did, right?
Zuko: More sorry than I’ve been about anything in my entire life.
Katara: (raises her shoulders) Then he’ll forgive you. (Zuko looks at her) He will. 

Zuko considers betraying Iroh his greatest regret. Iroh is the father figure Zuko never had growing up, and one of the most important people in his life. Right now Zuko is terrified out of his mind that the only adult figure who has ever loved him and supported him is now done with him forever. He is convinced Iroh will reject Zuko, and he doesn’t even want to face his uncle. Here enters Katara. She sees the regret and fear in Zuko. She knows there isn’t anything to worry about, that it’s ridiculous to think that Iroh wouldn’t forgive him. But Katara doesn’t say any of this. She doesn’t tell him to suck it up, or that he’s being dumb. She allows Zuko to reaffirm his sincerity and then reassures him that everything will be okay. 

In these interactions, you can see that even though Zuko and Katara’s personalities are traditionally ‘yang’, when they come together like this, they find a perfect balance. They don’t egg each other on or bring out the worst in each other, they bring out the best, most vulnerable, and their truest selves. 

This is what I love about zutara. It isn’t about ‘opposites attract’ or ‘good girl saves bad boy’. It’s about two people with very similar, but ultimately complementary, personalities coming together on equal playing grounds and supporting each other in the most positive way they can because the level of understanding between the two goes beyond words. It’s just natural for them to know exactly what the other needs. 

Frost (Chapter Twelve)

Thor gets mad at his advisors, he and Tony talk about being with Loki. Things are sweet and ridiculous.
NOTE: I LOVE the idea of polyamorous relationships being described as “perfect love”, and I had to use google translate to figure out how to say it in Icelandic  and I’m honestly not sure if it’s the right words or not, but that’s what google said. So if someone who speaks the language can correct me, or let me know if I am using it in an okay way, please do lol.

I think you guys will love this chapter. Let me know what you think!


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“How can you let him run around, doing as he pleases?”

“Spending his days locked away in private luncheons with the Trickster.”

“It is bad enough you have allowed Loki to walk free after all he has done, but to allow Sir Anthony to cavort with him–”

The council members were all speaking at once, overlapping complaints about Tony’s behavior the last two days, about how Loki had traipsed around the grounds as if he had a right to be there, demanding that Thor control his mate and instruct him as to the acceptable way to behave.

“They spent the entire day together! Had servants running to bring them food!”

“How can you allow Loki to have his hands on your Chosen Love?”

“Are you not outraged by their blatant disrespect for you?”

Thor had been home for all of five minutes, barely off his horse and through the doors of the castle before the council members had pulled him into the chambers and proceeded to yell and stomp about everything Tony and Loki had been doing in his absence.

“Forgive us, Our King, for bringing up such distasteful subjects, but Sir Anthony spent both nights in Loki’s chambers.”

“Both nights! And when a servant came to light a fire in the chambers, he saw them entwined on the bed. Naked!”

“Perhaps you should have learned of this mortals character before choosing him as your hjartslattur.”

Thor’s eyes widened at that.

Surely I misheard you.” He said coldly. “Are you suggesting my Anthony is not my true mate? That I have chosen in error?”

Unfortunately, the council member did not hear the danger in his King’s voice, nor did he hear the roll of thunder outside the castle, and opened his mouth to speak again.

“We are simply saying perhaps you chose hastily. There has not been an official joining ceremony, you are still able to nullify any sort of–”

Thor’s fist came down on the desk with a crack and the room went deadly silent.

First.” Thor stood to his full height, both hands planted on the desk. “You are members of my council. It is your job to suggest courses of action. The next time one of you assumes to demand that I do anything, will be the last time those words leave your mouth.”

Thunder rolled again, filling the room this time and Thor’s blue eyes flashed in anger.

Second. You will refer to Loki as Prince and nothing less. I have chosen to forgive my brother, to welcome him home and anyone who disrespects or disagrees with my decision will remove themselves. This attitude that he is somehow less because of his mistakes will cease now. He is my brother, the Prince of Asgard and a god in his own right and you will treat him with respect or I will have something to say about it.”

Third.” Thor continued, his voice low and furious. “You are to never treat my Beloved as if he is any less than I. He is my Chosen Love, my hjartslattur, the very source of the storms I call from the skies and if you dare to suggest that he is in error, is tarnishing this family and our bond, or needs to change to better fit your idea of acceptable– I will call my Lightning and unleash it on you.”

Thor folded his arms, standing tall and terrible. “You all know the stories, the myths of the hjartslattur Loki and I will share and yet you persist in running to me anytime they are in a room alone. It is not your right to interfere in my personal affairs, and my love Anthony, our hjartslattur bond and my brother Loki all fall within that realm.”

“You will cease this inquisition, and the next of you who comes running to sully the name of my love or the Prince will face my wrath.”

Thor glared at them, a boom of thunder shaking the very floor.

“Have I made myself entirely and perfectly understandable?”

“My Lord.”
“Our King.”
“Forgive us.”
“Your Pardon, of course.”
“A thousand apologies.”

The councilmen were bowing as low as they could, apologizing frantically as they backed out of the room, and Thor remained standing, glaring, until the door had closed behind them.

And then he ran a hand down his face and laughed, because of course Tony and Loki had flaunted their bond in front of anyone who would look. Of course a servant had caught them naked in bed. That sounded exactly like something his perfect infuriating love and Trickster brother would do.

He laughed again, then stripped out of his riding clothes until he was just in a fitted shirt and pants, and took off to find his two favorite people.

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anonymous asked:

/post/159946508851/on-a-scale-of-1-to-10-how-likely-do-you-think-is after s3, what are your thoughts re: sheith (and maybe kallura as well)?

Short answer? I think sheith makes the most sense now more than ever. Season 3 was the time where I feel like we should have an idea of where major characters’ main arcs and interrelationships are going. If they were going to follow through with ka/llura, they should’ve rolled with it right off season 2 while they still had the momentum. But for Keith, his relationships with everyone else are very clearly pushed into the background while his feelings for Shiro take center stage. He’s the one who really grieves him, who has this single-minded devotion to find him, who adamantly refuses to abandon him. 

The way Keith finally revisits Black and speaks as if Shiro can hear him, tells him things like “I know this is what you wanted for me, Shiro. But I’m not you. I can’t lead them like you did,” and “This one’s for you, Shiro”–it’s a level of vulnerability he’d never reveal to anyone but Shiro, and so still reaches out to him in his absence. Like, this is after everyone at the time tried to tell him they were there for him. If he wanted to talk, he had people willing to listen. But he still only wants Shiro

And we see this intimacy mirrored in Kuron. Again, if you wanted to pair Shiro with a love interest, shouldn’t they be the only one trusted enough to care for Kuron at his bedside? Didn’t the tone of that scene feel completely different from what you’d expect from a brotherly or platonic relationship, and much more in line with something romantic? The air was way more charged compared to say, Keith’s talk with Lance. The scene was heart wrenching, dramatic, and showed the easy intimacy between these two. 

Keith has this pre-established backstory with Shiro that’s still being kept a secret from us–which in itself is suspicious–and whatever happened between them, it was enough for Keith to be so enamored with him, to still spend all this time chasing after him. It’s the kind of intimate love you’d only really expect from a character’s love interest. The fact that Kuron and Keith’s reunion is also a private affair (and the way it’s framed with both drifting into each other’s orbit nice and slow, complete with longing gazes)–that’s very different from a loud, happy reunion with the whole team. And excluding the other paladins from the scene was a very deliberate decision that adds to the intimacy of it. It feels incredibly romantic. Not to mention all the sheith and zaggar parallels that make no sense unless it was to show that, like zaggar, sheith is also romantic. 

But most of all, I think what really clinched it was the way Kuron teases, “How many times are you gonna have to save me before this is over?” and Keith’s tender, heartfelt, “As many times as it takes.” This idea that Keith will always be there to save Shiro, and that both are so unabashed in their admission of it–that Keith will always be there for Shiro no matter what–that’s love. 

And you know, I honestly thought ka/llura was much more likely before season 3. But now? I really don’t see it. Because if they were going to expand on Keith and Allura’s dynamic in a deeper, more intimate way, I feel like now would have been an opportune time to do so–what with all the pain and grief Keith’s going through and Allura’s first time flying a lion. If they were set up as love interests, I would expect them to anchor each other in this time of great upheaval. But that’s simply not the case. 

To be honest, I think the only episode that really felt like ka/llura to me was Hole in the Sky. But the interesting thing about that is–with the intro of Sven, it really feels like a homage to 80′s Voltron. And to me, it honestly seemed like they put ka/llura moments in this episode specifically because of that throwback. Their interactions feel in line with something you’d expect from Keith and Allura in previous incarnations of Voltron I think. And the character development we see for them here really feels like part of that nostalgia factor to me–Keith comforting Allura in quiet moments and giving her advice and things like that. 

But now, let’s talk about the only other time when I think Keith and Allura have a significant moment, because I do think it hints at love–but in a different direction. When everyone tries to comfort Keith at the end of the first episode, I think the other paladins really missed the mark. 

Lance, Pidge, Hunk–the rest of them talk about what Shiro means to them, and they do so in a way that’s very impersonal–he’s my hero, he’s a legend, he was a mentor. They all talk about Shirogane the paladin and star pilot, not Takashi the person. And none of them ever mention or stop to think about how Keith feels. If they were really trying to console him, they should’ve focused on that.

As someone who’s also suffered great loss, Allura understands this more than anyone. She’s the only one who actually says why Shiro’s so important to Keith, the only one who really reaches out and gets through to him. Shiro’s loss was deeply personal, an ache that will never heal. She knows this, knows that to Keith, Shiro is simply “irreplaceable.” 

And really, I think this moment was a heart-to-heart between the two of them, something that Keith really needed to hear. But it’s not about how Keith and Allura feel about each other, it’s Allura reaffirming that Shiro means the world to him. The conversation also isn’t private, it’s with friends, found family–which makes Allura seem more so part of that family rather than this just being about her and Keith. Compared to say–things like Kuron’s bedroom scene where the two are entirely alone and it feels much more intimate. 

There are other factors that contribute to this of course, like the dark lighting, extreme closeups, framing, Kuron’s haggard appearance and the fact that they’re both dressed down to emphasize that they’re allowing themselves to be vulnerable, the setting, context, Keith being the only one allowed at his bedside, ect–all of which make it feel more romantic

And in that sheith scene, again, Keith and Shiro reiterate how much they mean to each other. Allura and Keith never do this. And you know what? A character mourning the loss of someone they hold dear, someone they can’t move on from, and their friends coming together to talk them through it–it really gives you the sense Keith is mourning a lover. It’s a kind of intimate grief you usually see reserved for a love interest. 

I think the way Keith was so indifferent to Allura’s inexperience flying Blue also came across as extremely cold and callous if they’re supposed to be love interests. Like, if you want there to be romantic chemistry and yet you have all these scenes where Keith is outright ignoring Allura when she’s in trouble, that just doesn’t sit right with me. Even when they first lose Allura, Hunk says he’s going to get her, and Keith is mad about it. He literally groans and just tells the others to keep up. Allura’s struggling on her first day as a paladin, and Keith’s just annoyed with her. Compare this with any time Shiro’s in trouble, and you’ll notice an immediate difference. Shiro’s safety always comes before the mission for Keith, but he doesn’t really afford Allura or anyone else that luxury. And it’s just one of the many reasons why Keith and Shiro’s dynamic strikes me as romantic 

So again, Keith’s not the one who’s there for Allura when she needs them, but the other paladins are. To see Keith actually lose sight of the safety of his team over chasing Lotor–and to be entirely dismissive of Allura’s safety especially–again, it doesn’t read as a potential couple to me 

I think Allura and Lance however do have a lot of chemistry in season 3, and I feel like a lot of their scenes read as something along the lines of buildup to a future relationship. Lance is the one who Allura has a heart-to-heart with about her very personal connection to the Red lion and what it means to her–that easily could have been a conversation she had with Keith, but it wasn’t. And it’s Lance, not Keith, who vows to carry on Alfor’s legacy and not let him down–another Altean King in the making maybe? (And I mean by marriage of course, not the popular Altean Lance fanon). And “If I had to lose Blue to someone, I’m glad it was you,” sure seemed pretty romantic. Not to mention how he’s the one that really welcomes Allura to the team, not Keith

Allura also tells Lance what the significance of her pink armor is, which again, shows just how much she trusts him. She’s also the one who really encourages Lance to be the Red paladin and tell him just how important he is to the team. Then you have other little things here and there, like Allura stoping to ask herself What would Lance do? when What would Keith do? could’ve also been possible, given that he’s there leader and it makes sense to look to him for guidance. She acknowledges that Lance is a natural and clearly cares about him throughout season 3. And Lance was the one who really noticed how amazing Allura is when she’s fighting and he never bothers her with annoying flirting. If anyone was setup to be with Allura honestly, I think it’s Lance. 

Going back to sheith, I’ve already talked about it so much already which is why this was a bit more on ka/llura, but basically my point is–sheith was built up like a romantic relationship from season 1 until season 3, ka/llura was not. 

Surprise (Part 2)

Shawn Mendes x Reader


Word Count- 1594

Summary- You decide to surprise Shawn with both your’s and his family on a special concert night!

Triggers- none! fluff

A/N- hello family so this is the HIGHLY REQUESTED part 2 of Surprise!!!!! enjoy!

p.s.- when I refer to TD Garden i refer to the arena of the Boston concert, that’s where the Boston Celtics play!


Shawn’s face drops. His eyes dilate as he lips separate ajar. 

“(Y/N)?” Shawn whispers. He obviously knows that it is you he is looking at, but his brain needs a moment to contemplate what is happening. He looks quickly from you to Geoff. Geoff is amused at the situation as he can’t control his laughter. “You’re joking.” Shawn laughs as he sits up from the couch. 

You unfold your arms and watch him walk slowly toward you. “Not at all sweetheart.” You giggle. 

“You see my girlfriend, her name is (Y/N), she is in New York for school, or at least that is what she tricked me into believing.” Shawn steps as close to you as he possibly can without making his bandmates uncomfortable. 

“She sounds amazing.” You swell. “I’m sure she is just the sweetest girl you have ever met!”

“Yeah I guess.” Shawn shrugs. “Most of the time at least.” Shawn laughs before he finally pulls you in for a sweet, but quick kiss. You then openly accept his embrace. You have positioned yourself very strategically so when Shawn went in for a hug, his family and your family would be directly in his eyeline. 

“Wait…” Shawn draws out once again confused, “Mum? Dad? Matt!”

“JAX!” Jackson yells out his own name because he wanted to get Shawn’s attention. You are honestly proud him that he didn’t ruin the surprise of the families beforehand when only you and Geoff were with Shawn. 

“Matt!” Shawn cheers once again as he jumps into his arms. Yeah his family is great and he hasn’t seen them in a couple of weeks and yes he adores your family as well, but Matt has acted as the older brother Shawn never got to have.  Shawn has been with you for so many heart wrenching tears shed over the absence of Matt in the past nine months that it is not only exciting for him to see Matt himself, but it is a weight lifted off of his shoulders that he has been carrying for a long time. Knowing that for at least now, your heart is whole, makes his heart whole as well. You catch his teary eyed glance as a smile bursts from his face. His eyes are full of happiness and they only reflect to you. “You have no idea how good it is to see you man!” Shawn laughs. He pulls away from Matt and turns to his parents. Giving them quick hugs and between each time he turns around he looks back to Matt to make sure he is actually there. 

“Hey Liyah.” Shawn laughs, tears still welling in his eyes as he gives Aaliyah a side hug. He gives a few more quick hugs to your sisters and parents. 

“Don’t forget me, Jackson!” Jackson calls from behind your parents. 

Your dad turns round to see Jackson standing with his back pressed up against the wall behind him. “Jax, Shawn will get to you, why don’t you let him catch up with Matt and (Y/N) really fast.”

“You are not allowed to call me that!” Jax almost yells, “Only Matty, Shawny, and (Y/N) are allowed to call me that!” Your dad rolls his eyes as he has heard Jackson’s little spiel multiple times. 

Shawn crouches down to meet Jackson’s eyes. “What’s up little man?” He picks up Jackson and places his on his hip. Jackson’s head falls directly to Shawn’s shoulder. In the midst of the craziness and everyone finally getting to see each other you get to share a sweet moment with shawn. His cheeks are flushed as he smiles at Jackson’s cuddling against him. You lean into his open arm and watch him as he smiles lovingly at your little brother. You catch eyes with him and you bring your thumb up to his cheek to wipe the tear from his lash line. 

“I love you.” You whisper into his ear. 

Instead of replying to you he kisses your cheek and turns back to Jax. “Do you want a pair of headphones for tonight?”

“No! I can handle it!” Jackson says confidently.

“Yeah we’ll have a pair just in case, right Jax?” Matt chimes in. 

After an hour and a half of catching up with all of the crew and families you all prepare for Shawn’s concert. 

“Alright bubs I’m gonna go get the families in their spots for the concert.” You say to Shawn as you lift yourself up from the spot on the couch you had next to him. You have a tendency to give new nicknames to everyone every few months. There have been three nicknames that have sustained years of different names. You have always called Matt ‘bigs’ because he is your big brother, Jackson has always been ‘Jax’, and (weirdly) Shawn has always been ‘bubs’. 

“Where can I find you?” Shawn asks. What he means by this is that he wants to know where he can look for you while he is on stage. He likes to glance over to where you are in the middle of the stage to reaffirm that you are safe and honestly… he likes to see your pretty face (especially when he is on his performance high). 

“Well I have to set my parents and sisters up at the tech booth and I think your family is going to go over there too.” You sat on the coffee table across from him. 

“You never answered my question.” Shawn smiles. 

“I’ll be in my usual spot.” You laugh, “I would never watch one of your concerts from any other spot!” You poke his cute little scar underneath his right eye. 

“Okay, then I will see you on stage beautiful.” And with a kiss on the cheek you were gone 

You helped your family get situated in the tech booth only before yelling a quick, “Take care of them!” to Brian behind the table. You ignored the screaming fans as you made your way back to the side of the stage, your home at Shawn’s shows. It gives you the best angle and he always knows that you are safe. Plus you can always enjoy a quick-sweats-happy kiss while he runs to the center stage. 

Right after Shawn runs back onto the main stage from his center stage under the moon you were enjoying Shawn’s music when someone placed their hand on your shoulder. After screaming and turning around faster than you thought possible you found a laughing Matt and Jax. 

“WE WANTED TO COME DANCE WITH YOU!” Matty yells over the music. Jax plays with the ginormous headphones that take over his head. 

“YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!” You yelled back, you could barely hear what Matt had said. 

“Okay…so”, Shawn begins a little speech on stage, “I had a very special surprise before the show today from some very special people. I got to see my family (crowd screams). I got to see my girlfriend (Y/N) and her family. And something that is really, really special is… as some of you may know… (Y/N) has an older brother named Matt. So Matt, is a Navy Seal which is… the coolest thing ever and he is one of the most inspiring people I have ever met. Matt has been gone on active duty for about umm… like nine months now and he came back home yesterday and he surprised me today. I have this song that is very special to me, it was originally, and of course still is, for my girlfriend and the fact that I leave for a long time and we don’t get to see each other, but for tonight I want to dedicate this to anyone serving on duty out there. No matter what country you are from, if you are on active duty, or if you are a veteran, or if you have a loved one that has given their life for their country… this is for you. This is Never be Alone”

“WHAT ABOUT ME!” Jax screams as you walk to the edge of the stage. He folds his arms over the top of the stage and rests his chin on the top of his arms. “ME ME ME ME ME!” He begins to wave his arms. 

Shawn laughs at the sight of Jackson on the side of the stage. “Wait I’m sorry one second.” He pauses before walking to the side of the stage and he grabs jackson. As he walks back into the fans view the screams are louder than you thought possible. “So this is Jackson. Jackson is almost four years old, right bud? Jackson loves attention and he loves the stage so he is going to perform this one for me. Boston is a very very special town to me so I might as well make this performance special as well. Again, for real this time, this is Never be Alone.” Shawn winks to you as he lets Jax down to run around the stage. 

Seeing Shawn with Jax always makes your heart melt. You little brother is having the time of his life, the man you love is pouring his heart out on stage, and your big brother is home and by your side. Right now, this is all you need in life.”

anonymous asked:

Im love that last nurseydex fic w ace Dex and was wondering if maybe i could prompt smth where they talk about Dex's intrusive thoughts and he maybe gets help for them (if he has anxiety or anything say) and Nursey being supportive and Dex tryna thank him by being romantic? No pressure to write though!

Okay, for the record, obviously you don’t have to be sex averse to be ace. In my head, Dex isn’t. it’s a conversation he and Nursey will have at a later date. Cut for length and not content

“Jesus, Poindexter, how long are you gonna be in there? I though-”

Nursey’s voice trailed off as he pushed his way into their shared bathroom. The second Dex heard the door squeak open, he grabbed for the first thing he could reach to cover himself, which ended up being the dirty shirt he took off before his shower.

Dex knew how it looked, he fucking knew. Naked and still dripping, alone in the bathroom, flushed in embarrassment, ashamed and hiding. It looked like…

“Were you masturbating?” Nursey looked horrified, but Dex couldn’t really tell if it was because he spoke without thinking or because of the way his voice cracked in the middle.

That. It looked like fucking that.

Dex tightened his grip on the shirt in front of his junk. “No! No, i wasn’t fucking… masturbating.”

“It’s chill if you were,” Nursey hastened. “We never really talked about, y’know… that. And if you do, that’s fine. Good even! I’m not really one to talk, because I do it a lot. Regularly, even.”

Nursey was rambling. Which was just fucking weird for Dex to hear. He had never seen his boyfriend so awkward and… nervous. It made something nasty twist inside Dex. He had caused that; it was his fault.

“Nursey. Please stop talking. I wasn’t, okay.”

Dex could tell Nursey didn’t believe him. He sighed and scrubbed his free hand down his face, wiping away stray water droplets that had rolled down from his hair. He didn’t really want to talk about it, but he would do a lot of things for Nursey that he didn’t want to do. Hell, he would probably chop off his own fucking leg if Nursey asked.

“Look, you know how I’ve been going to that study group early Thursday mornings? Well, I’ve actually been… going to the counselling center, okay? And the counsellor person thought that I should do this stupid self love affirmation crap. Look in a mirror and tell myself nice shit. That’s what i was doing, okay?”

Nursey’s face flashed from confused to hurt before it finally settled on neutral. Somehow, the neutral almost hurt worse than anything else. It had been months since Nursey defaulted to that stupid fake chill bullshit with him.

“That’s cool, Will. It’s really awesome that you’re going to the counselling center.” His voice was just as blank as his face.

Dex wanted to explain that he hadn’t told Nursey because he didn’t want to get his boyfriend’s hopes up that htis was something he was going to stick to. He made the first appointment without any plans of actually going, and the same for the second, and the third. By the time it was a regualr thing, he didn’t have an explaination as to why he hid it from Nursey in the first place.

He wanted to explain that he was doing this for Nursey, that he understood his anger and emotions were getting in between them. For maybe the first time ever, Dex would rather change himself than lose someone else, and he wanted Nursey to know just how important that made him.

He desperately wanted to explain that he loved Nursey so much it scared him, and that he would do anything in his power to never be the reason that Nursey was wearing that fake chill face and that tension in his shoulders. Even embarrassing shit that made him feel stupid.

With a sigh, he reached out and grabbed Nursey’s hand. “Why don’t you stay and watch?”

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Mista and Trish Romance, is it Canon? DEEP ANALYSIS AHEAD

While I was re-reading Vento Aureo (mostly to find some good Giorno and Mista stuff for my analysis on their relationship..still need to finish that eventually) I also wanted to explore Mista and Trish’s relationship, since a lot of Jojo fans assume they got together after the end of Vento Aureo.

I love and respect Trish’s character wholeheartedly, she is one of my favorite female characters in Jojo. As a confused 15 year old girl, she was able to develop her stand and contribute to the team, even though she was surrounded by violent criminals trying to kidnap her (and a father who wanted her dead). With that being said, a lot of Jojo fans assume she and Mista are a canon pairing, because of their interactions after they switched bodies, and because of that one image of Trish grinding on Mista in Jojo Agogo. In fact, when I read the shitty b&w scans of VA, I thought that too, especially when I kept seeing that Jojo Agogo cropped image of them dancing, being posted everywhere.

But when I saw the entire image, and looked through all the other Jojo Agogo poses (this book is a riot, there’s one scene of Killer Queen being groped and lifted up by The World), I realized right away that this was just a glamorous fan-service thing Araki made. I mean..there are Squadra members participating in this dance party (look at Fugo and Risotto, they are being so gay..despite having never met each other in the story) and though I’d like to think they all just randomly stopped fighting, invited Fugo back, and started a dance party (before the Squadra members got killed)..it’s safe to say this has no real basis in the canon story.

So what do we know about Mista and Trish’s relationship from the canon narrative? Well, he likes to check out her “goods” in the earlier chapters of the story…and that’s all we really know in terms of his attraction to her. Mista is a bit of a lech so that isn’t surprising at all, I mean he lets Giorno put his hand in his pants to help him “aim” his pistol, and the story notes that Mista, before joining Passione, called out to women.

After that….there’s barely any interaction between Mista and Trish. In fact, it seems like he just completely loses interest her. In that scene above, he is upset.while staring at Trish’s tatas..because he fears the boss will come after him for looking at his daughter like that. After the gang betrays the boss, he has free reign to pursue her without worrying about that anymore, but he chooses not to.

In fact, he decides to join Bruno because he wanted to be second in command after the boss is killed, and because he trusts Giorno’s judgement..he doesn’t want to do that for Trish’s sake (which is the opposite from Bruno’s motives, who acted in the heat of the moment by protecting her). By that point in the story, he seems to not care all that much about Trish in a “romantic” context, and focuses his attention on a certain blonde haired “protagonist” instead. If he truly was interested in her, he would try to talk to her more..but he never does…at all..until they switch bodies.

(after Notorious BIG fight from the group pose they do when the plane is landing, notice how Trish is just standing off to the side and these two are cuddling wtf lmao).

When they switch bodies because of Silver Chariot Requiem, everyone is freaking the fuck out because they aren’t in their original bodies. Trish has the most over the top reaction to this. Right away we learn that she doesn’t find Mista attractive at all. Also when Mista touches Trish’s boobs while he is in her body, his reaction is, “why the fuck do i have these!?” not “oh my god i have boobies hell yeah!!” Also poor Mista, he is upset that she thinks he is some hairy smelly freak of nature. And honestly, I would yell at Mista too and tell him to stop touching me, if I was in her position as well.

Here, the most important part, is Mista saying, “You think I really want to touch you?” He’s affirming that he’s not really interested in her that way by asking that rhetoric question. It could also be him just acting defensive, but Mista is a straightforward kind of guy, he says what is his on his mind and doesn’t think too hard about situations…in fact that is a huge aspect of his personality. Which is why when he said that, I believe he was being honest towards the way he felt about her in that point in the narrative.

Also when Trish runs to Giorno, who is in Narancia’s body, Mista says “Now you really want to die huh” and I busted out laughing. If that isn’t some kind of weird overprotective comment (implying he means: don’t you dare touch my giorno) I don’t know what is. I highly doubt that Mista is saying Giorno would harm her, because that is out of character for Giorno’s personality, he never hurts people, not even in a comical way, unless they are morally bad in his eyes. Both Trish and Mista know this about his personality. At that point Mista was getting sick of her criticisms, and when she runs to Giorno, that was the final straw for him haha.

But it’s not all bad between them! Once they get back to their original bodies, they have such a cute moment together omg. I loved these scenes, poor Mista was feeling self conscious about his body odor, and Trish tells him that she misses it! Now from that line alone, I definitely can understand why people assumed they may have gotten together after the story ended. However, Trish says his fingers are still freaky..which is basically her reaffirming that she isn’t attracted to him in that way (remember, she said his fingers were dirty and hairy earlier). And Mista doesn’t take that to heart, hence the super cute moment they have when they laugh (reminds me of the weird things me and my friends do when we laugh off awkward situations as well).

In fact, Hato and Joshu, who are brother and sister in Jojo part 8 (jojolion) have an exact same moment where they turn to each other and laugh, mimicking Mista and Trish’s pose in that final scene. (ugh I WISH I had that saved, it’s adorable).

(in the final cover pose, Trish turns away from the surviving members, while Giorno and Mista touch hands. The hand touching symbolizes their fates are tied together. Meanwhile, Trish’s pose follows the direction of Bruno’s extended leg, symbolizing she is going to listen to his advice for her: which is to restart her life after they defeat her father.)

Having looked through all of their interactions, I don’t think, by the end of Vento Aureo, that they were interested in each other romantically. However, I can see them becoming close friends. All we really know about Trish after the story is over, is that Bruno gives her his house to live in and wishes for her to go to school in that area. (imo Trish and Bruno have a much deeper meaningful connection with a potential romance, I can do a meta post on them if yall want that)

Also, in Purplehaze feedback (the novella about Fugo rejoining passione, which imo is canon because the jojo games think it is, the Japanese fans love it, and Araki gives it his seal of approval by adding his own illustrations on what the characters look like in the book) Trish is a popstar, that strays from passione. In a radio interview, she refers to them as “a group of friends” that she “owes a debt to.” Giorno then says the following to Fugo:

“In Venice, you said we didn’t even know what kind of music she liked. Now you do.”

He raised the glass to his lips, took a sip, and put it back on the table.

“We didn’t help her with this, you know. We don’t do that any more. She got the recording contract on her own merits.”

And with that, he moves on to talk about Fugo’s betrayal. If Trish were still very close to them, Giorno would have mentioned it right away, because he was trying to make Fugo feel guilty for abandoning them. However, it seems like she isn’t and to me, that is OKAY. Though Trish proved herself by fighting with the crew, at the end of the day, she isn’t a gangster, so why would she stay close to them? I’m sure she contacts them and maybe visits them from time to time, but passione is still a violent organization, despite Giorno’s good intentions. They are mobsters that violently pursue underground drug trafficking and dangerous stand users. For a popstar, that is not good publicity.

Now I’m not saying you can’t ship those two, please ship away! I love seeing fanarts of them, but in terms of canon, based on what we have so far, I highly doubt they get together romantically. 

If you guys want to see me do more meta posts on jojo characters/relationships, I’ll do it, give me some suggestions!

When I say Oliver should fight for Felicity...

There has been a lot of debate in the fandom for over a year now about whether Oliver should’ve fought harder to make things right with Felicity after the breakup. Everyone has their own definition of what “fighting for Felicity” means, and I won’t speak for everyone. I can only speak for myself and relay my own hopes and frustrations.

Today @emilytbett was nice enough to share with us the autographed script she received of 4x16 in which Olicity recite their vows.

It was actually so beautiful and amazing to see how the actors contributed to the script and really made the characters come to life in that scene. I think we all needed to see this and be reminded of why we’ve been staying with the show even when we want to scream and throw things at the TV.

There are many reasons why I’ve been upset this season and why I felt like I was pushed to my limit with 5x15. And it’s seeing this beautiful script and what we could’ve had that has made it hit home. I am one of those fans that strongly believes Oliver should’ve fought for Felicity, especially after he said these vows. With lines like “You will always be the best thing about me for the rest of my life” and “I will never lie to you again. Ever, ever again,” how could we not believe Oliver would’ve done everything in his power to make things right with the love of his life?

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Some fans argue that Felicity firmly closed the door on a reconciliation, and it wouldn’t have been right for Oliver to pursue her. But fighting for Felicity, to me, was never about Oliver coming on too strong or pressuring her to give him another chance romantically. I actually think the two did need to take a break and be apart for a while during hiatus. They both had a lot of heartache and issues to process and work through individually.

But where I think the writers truly did the characters and fans a disservice in Season 5 is by not having Oliver become a living embodiment of these vows. Flirting with Felicity and asking her out was not how Oliver needed to fight for Felicity. To truly make things right, he first needed to apologize for lying. A simple, heartfelt “I’m sorry” to show that he was genuinely remorseful and understood how he hurt her. Nothing is more powerful than actually hearing the one you love say the words.  

Then, every day after that, Oliver needed to show he’d changed through his actions. That meant being a good friend and partner by making sure Felicity had support after her paralysis, job loss, and Havenrock. If anyone understands the effects of trauma, it’s Oliver. They didn’t have to be big scenes because, let’s be honest, Arrow more often than not has issues with pacing and giving sufficient time to hit the emotional beats. These moments are usually small but powerful blips that we either re-watch or gif the heck out of to catch all of the subtle nuances. But small, consistent moments of Oliver asking about Felicity’s day or if she’s okay when she seems off would’ve gone a long way. Heck, even something as simple as bringing her a coffee or Big Belly Burger (I know he’s a food snob but Felicity loves the salt and grease) after a long day would’ve meant a lot.

In turn, we needed to see Oliver being more open and honest with Felicity about his past and how he felt going forward facing various challenges (both as the mayor and Green Arrow). We saw a promising glimpse of that in 5x02 when he mentioned the Bratva to her.

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However, he reverted to old habits in 5x04 when he lied about rescuing Dig. Maybe Felicity does need to be the one to make the first move and give Oliver a sign that she’d be open to giving him a second chance, but it’s a total Catch-22. Oliver can’t make a move until Felicity is ready, but Felicity probably won’t be ready until she sees an actual positive change in Oliver.

Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ve seen that positive change yet. If anything, it seems to me like the writers have regressed Oliver yet again (maybe even more than in the past). Having him apologize and doggedly pursue another woman who isn’t even worthy of the effort sends the wrong message. Watching Oliver do this for another woman (one that Felicity knows is shady and has hurt people she’s cared about) does not communicate to Felicity that he’s thinking clearly or learned from past mistakes. I won’t even get into Oliver asking her to help him fix things with EWR, because there aren’t enough words to describe my utter disgust with that move. I think it hurt Felicity way more than she let on to see Oliver fighting for someone else but not even attempting to apologize to her for his lies or obliviousness to her pain after he “killed” Billy. In seeing Oliver put his own needs above hers yet again, I think it became the deciding factor (or last straw) in Felicity seeking support elsewhere and joining Helix. And until we see Oliver man up and stop being so self-absorbed, the “rebuild” just isn’t going to be effective.

Oliver and Felicity do love each other. They’re soulmates. No one can convince me otherwise. Seeing the 4x16 script reaffirmed the deep love they shared, and I’m not saying they can’t get back to that. But it’s going to take time and effort. I think a single conversation won’t be enough to fix them this time. The reason Season 2 and, yes, Season 3 (despite the angst) were so great for Olicity was because the subtle moments (though they tortured us at times) slowly added up and fit perfectly into the big picture of their relationship. The rebuild has to be the same way and, personally, too much bad drama in Season 5 has happened for me to feel good about a reunion just yet. Oliver still has to be a better man so that he can realistically pull Felicity out of the darkness that’s consuming her. Blind optimism (blatantly trusting the wrong people) is not living in the light, and his actions have to start reflecting the change he’s claiming to make. It’s the only way he can even deserve the possibility of a second chance with Felicity. Right now, I’m hoping that by the finale Olicity have grown individually and we get an ending similar to Season 2 where there’s a strong indication of a reunion coming in Season 6.

Will the writers actually do this? Who knows?! The Olicity love is definitely there and if the writers know what’s good for them (and their ratings), they’ll quit their failed experiment and actually embrace the elements that made this show so successful in the first place. How this plays out will be a mystery until the finale but what’s an absolute necessity for me as a viewer is seeing Oliver get out of his own way and fight for the woman he loves. Felicity deserves it. Oliver deserves it. We deserve it. And it’s totally okay to not accept anything less…

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anonymous asked:

i love your writing! Can we see the rfa getting jealous? I know yoosung canonly gets jealous when you talk to others, so maybe something to that effect?

And I love you anonny, thank you for being such a sweetie!! Okay so I kind of wrote this as them being jealous plus like super over protective, I hope that’s alright! But I hope that you enjoy and thank you for the request!! ^^


  • Yoosung truly loved you with all of his heart, he knew that you would be his first and only girlfriend
  • Compared to you, Yoosung had always felt a sense of insecurity
  • Men would gawk over your looks, woman would constantly stop you on the street and compliment your outfit, even when you would visit him in the veterinarian clinic it seemed like the animals would calm down with your presence
  • While Yoosung obviously admired your beauty, he felt a sense of inferiority, loneliness, but most of all jealousy
  • He would make up excuses for the two of you not to go out on dates for wandering eyes to see and even deny you access to the clinic saying that he had more dangerous animals coming in
  • Anytime the two of you would go out, Yoosung would tightly grip your hand and give death stares to anyone who dared looked at you for longer than three seconds
  • It was getting to the point where you couldn’t even go outside alone anymore, you needed this to stop
  • So one night you sat Yoosung down with you on the couch and carefully explained that he was being too over protective and you could see that he was being too jealous of others
  • “I love you and only you, Yoosung. Just because someone stares at me or talks to me doesn’t mean I’ll leave you for them. Please Yoosungie, you have to lessen your jealousy or else I won’t be happy anymore.”
  • Yoosung felt tears stream down his cheeks as he buried his face into your chest, clutching your shirt as he finally realized just how out of hand his jealously got
  • “I’m so, so sorry MC! I promise that I won’t act so jealous anymore, I was just so afraid of losing you. But I love you no matter what, I’ll make sure that you’re always happy and I’ll start with being less jealous. I love you too, MC, more than you’ll ever know.”


  • Zen couldn’t have been more happy the day that you agreed to become his girlfriend
  • He finally found his true love, you made him feel warmth and happiness on the inside that he never thought was possible
  • But all of these positive emotions seemed to not be able to cover up a new major negative that he developed, jealousy
  • Anytime the two of you would go out and about, Zen would always stay by your side, even if it was just a simple walk through the streets
  • Sure, you expected him to be a little more protective when the press was around but it was getting to the point where Zen would wrap his arm around you even if just a man was present in your line of sight
  • It didn’t stop there, Zen was also becoming increasingly jealous of how many males followed your personal social media profiles, he even suggested deleting everything about you that was online
  • The final straw was when one of Zen’s male fans stopped the two of you saying that he wanted to date someone as beautiful and kind as you, making Zen sneer at him and wrap his arm even more tightly around you as he told his fan to back off
  • When the two of you got home from that incident, you held Zen’s shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes as you pleaded with him
  • “Zen, you know that I love you the most out of anyone in the world, right? Sometimes I feel like you’re too over protective and I can’t even walk around outside without you becoming jealous. I’ve always promised to accept every part of you but I refuse to accept your jealousy.”
  • At a loss for words, Zen only nodded, he truly didn’t believe that he was being that jealous but seeing you so upset made his heart ache
  • You could see the newfound sincerity in Zen’s eyes as you cupped his cheeks and gave him a long, loving kiss as he wrapped his arms around your waist, thanking you in the process
  • “You’re absolutely right, MC, and I’m so sorry for acting like such an over protective jerk. I just don’t want anyone to ever hurt you but I know that you’re a strong and smart person who can take care of themselves. Please forgive me my love, I truly love you with all of my heart and promise to keep your safe for forever.”


  • Jaehee never felt like she needed to be in a relationship but ever since she started dating you, she had an immense feeling of happiness
  • That feeling of happiness is something that only she wanted, she didn’t want you sharing it with anyone else
  • When you went to work, Jaehee would sneakily text you constantly, asking about you and if your co-workers were bothering you
  • She would also try to limit your visits to the C&R building, all of the employees there would ask you all kinds of questions since you knew Jumin and it make Jaehee’s skin crawl with jealousy
  • It got to the point where Jaehee would physically drag you away if she saw you talking with another person, telling them in a stern and fearful voice to leave you alone
  • While it was perfectly natural to become a little jealous over things, Jaehee was going way too overboard with it and you knew that you needed to put a stop to it
  • One day when she tried yet again to drag you away from a conversation you firmly told her no
  • After she gave you a confused look, you took her off to the side and explained to her the issue
  • “Listen Jaehee, I love you so very much but you need to time it down with the jealousy. I understand you getting a little jealous from time to time but I can’t even talk to anyone else without you trying to take me away. Please understand that I won’t ever leave you and that it’s okay for me to talk to others.”
  • The realization of your words made Jaehee feel guilty, how could she have been so blind to her own actions?
  • Jaehee apologized for her actions and promised to not be so protective over you - You gave her a hug, nuzzling against her neck as you have her a small kiss and she reaffirmed her statements to you
  • “My actions have been rude and alarming, for that I apologize MC. I never thought of myself as the jealous type but the way I’ve been acting is uncalled for. Thank you for understanding and giving me a chance to prove that I’m not some jealous girlfriend, I love you very much.”


  • Jumin was able to experience a new array of emotions when he started dating you
  • He never thought that he could love someone so deeply, every time he’d even gaze at you he would feel warmth in his previously cold heart
  • But Jumin didn’t want anyone else to have this warmth, especially if you were the one they were receiving it from
  • Jumin never saw himself as the jealous type, he was wealthy enough to buy almost anything he could ever want so why would he be?
  • Anytime you would visit Jumin at work, he would feel a tight pain in his chest when you greeted his employees with your dazzling smile
  • He tried to be practical with himself but his jealousy would get the better of him, he ended up firing a dozen of his employees just because they we’re friendly towards you
  • When the two of you would go out in public, Jumin would have his security guards detain any on-lookers who would stare at you for too long
  • At this point, you knew that Jumin had a serious jealousy issue that needed to be resolved as quickly as possible
  • So you sat him down one day and explained your concerns to him as directly as you could
  • “Listen, Jumin, I love you with everything that I have. Just because I talk with someone else or laugh because someone said a funny joke doesn’t mean you can become an over protective jealous person. Please, have more trust in me and don’t worry yourself with jealousy.”
  • Your words struck a deep cord within him, he suddenly felt awful for all of the distress he caused you
  • You gave him a warm hug as you soothingly played with his hair, you knew that it would take a minute for him to process what you said
  • Jumin gently returned your embrace, his jealousy started to fade away almost immediately at your words
  • “I’m very sorry for the ways that I have been acting, MC. My actions were uncalled for and even ridiculous. I thank you for your understanding, I promise that I will become a man worthy of your love, my dear.”


  • Seven would be eternally grateful to have you in his life, you truly made him happy
  • It was a new kind of happiness for him that he’s never experienced before, a happiness related to love
  • This happiness became something that Seven didn’t want you sharing with a single soul, this happiness started to corrupt his mind
  • He would hack into your phone and distort some of your contacts who would talk frequently to you, whether they were friends, co-workers. or family
  • Seven would joke about never wanting to go outside and while that was true, he had an ulterior motive that by not taking you outside, less people would have the opportunity to interact with you
  • The final straw was when you managed to convince Seven to go out grocery shopping with you
  • He left you for a moment to pick up a forgotten item only to find you hugging another male, so he ripped you from the man’s embrace and spat at him to never touch you again
  • It turned out that the male was actually your cousin who you hadn’t seen in a while giving you a friendly hug
  • Seven felt bad and you decided that it was time to talk to him about his jealousy the second the two of you got home
  • “I love you to the moon and back, Seven but your behavior needs to stop. This jealousy of yours is getting out of hand, I need you to trust me more. I will never leave you, I love you too much to do so, so have some faith in me.“
  • Seven realized that his jealousy was taking over his true feelings for you, he brought you in for a loving embrace as he vowed to be more conscious of yours and his own feelings
  • “I’m so sorry MC, I acted like such a jealous idiot that I’m surprised that you can even forgive me. Thank you for giving me a chance to redeem myself, I won’t make you sad ever again! I love you so much, MC, I’ll become a boyfriend worthy of your kindness and love.”
❝ 100+ f.r.i.e.n.d.s starter sentences
  • “well, no problem, we’ll just use it to stop the bleeding.”
  • “this is huge! this is bigger than huge this is - what’s bigger than huge?”
  • “oh i’m so sorry, i just gave away the ending didn’t i?”
  • “i mean - how, how did this happen?”
  • “i mean isn’t that just kick you in the crotch, spit on your neck fantastic?”
  • “so what the hell happened to you?”
  • “there was always this little voice inside my head that kept saying its never going to happen.”
  • “i never would’ve gone for it with her if it hadn’t been for you.”
  • “how is that a silver lining?”
  • “you want to know what i’m thinking?”
  • “i was trying to spare your feelings.”
  • “okay, you have to stop the q-tip when there’s resistance!”
  • “okay, sweetheart, i’ll see you later.”
  • “you think you could close your eyes for just a sec?”
  • “i sort of did a stupid thing last night.”
  • “okay, ______, why don’t you just go get dressed and be on your way.”
  • “you’re not pathetic, you’re just sad.”
  • “this is about your horrible mistake.”
  • “okay, you’re going to have to not touch my ass.”
  • “you’re sure he’s going to be able to crack that code?”

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Chlonath Week Day 3: Art


Everyone’s skilled in an art of some kind. Whether that’s the art of being awkward—Marinette, the art of being handsome—Adrien, or actual art—Nathanael, it doesn’t matter, because everyone’s skilled in an art of some kind.

People often believed Chloe’s art was being rude, and while she was exceedingly good at it, it wasn’t her art.

Chloe’s art was being strong.

She’d had to be strong when her father became the mayor. She’d had to be strong when everyone’s eyes followed her wherever she went. And she’d had to be strong when her mother left.

Chloe had gotten quite good at her art, but she kept it secret. She told no one—not her classmates, not her best friend Sabrina, not even her father—in case one of them might somehow take that strength from her.

She had learned not to trust anyone.

Which made her generally unhappy, but it kept her from hurting more than she was now—more than she could handle.

She could deal with the mundane, menial pains—things like school or being the mayor’s daughter—but the big ones—her mother—nearly killed her.

Of the mundane pains, class with Adrien was always the most agonizing for Chloe. Sure, she absolutely adored him and loved watching him think, but he always brushed her off in the most polite ways possible and she wanted for once to see him fight back. She wanted him to stand up to her and tell her to back off already. She wanted to see her own strength reflected in him. That would really sell her on her feelings for him.

And it did not help that she was in the perfect—er, least perfect—position to see Marinette practically drooling as she watched the back of Adrien’s head. It made Chloe want to barf.

She wasn’t one to get jealous; she was better than any person in any given place at any given time, and everyone knew it. She knew it was completely irrational to hate Marinette and her stupid face. She also knew focusing on it would only antagonize her agony over Adrien, but she couldn’t help the fact that everyone loved Marinette just as much as—dare she even think it, more than—her.

Marinette was sweet and adorable and Chloe couldn’t deny it. Sure, the dork was the clumsiest person she’d ever met, but it somehow added to the cute air about her.

It made Chloe hate herself and everyone else even more.

She’d had to climb and kill her way to the top of the totem pole and there Marinette was just accidentally falling upwards as she tripped over absolutely nothing.

Even Adrien thought she was cool enough to hang out with.

But Chloe couldn’t stand the way Marinette was so perfectly awkward and endearingly anxious. It reminded her of how much she wanted to be like that—how much she wanted to be able to be like that.

Everyone always went to Marinette with their problems, and while Chloe couldn’t care less about her classmates, she wanted to know what it felt like to be wanted.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t think of a single person who wanted her because of who she was. Sabrina wanted her for her popularity and her father had always wanted her to be the perfect little—compliant—girl. No one cared about who she really was.

Her mother certainly hadn’t. Her mother hadn’t wanted her one bit.

Chloe had tried to be the perfect little girl—tried really hard, actually—but no matter how hard she tried, she’d never been good enough. So she adapted. She discovered how to truly get what she wanted from anyone.

The first problem was that it hadn’t worked for her mother—had quite literally driven her away. The second problem was now she didn’t know if she truly wanted to be this way anymore.

She didn’t deserve to get what she wanted.

So as she dreaded attending class with the flawlessly handsome model and his grossly head-over-heels-in-love fangirl, she entered the classroom, bumping into a slightly taller unimportant mound of flesh.

“Excuse you!” she screeched, really not ready for interaction of any kind.

“Oh!” It was Nathanael. He crouched down to collect his things that had dropped before standing up again. “Sorry.” But he didn’t sound sorry at all.

“What is this?” She reached for the sketchbook Nathanael was trying to hide from her. She scoffed when she saw the familiar face on the page. “You’re drawing her again?”

“Well…Marinette is so sweet and it’s really quite easy to draw her.”

“Why don’t you draw someone who will actually make you look like a good artist—someone beautiful like me?” She flipped her ponytail over her shoulder.

Nathanael’s eyes were wider than any moon she’d ever seen. “O-okay,” he mumbled.


He squared his shoulders. “I’ll draw you.” He bit his lip for a split second before continuing. “If that’s what you want.”

He was actually offering to draw her. Chloe had spent her whole life living in the spotlight and being the best, but for some reason, she was only now feeling special—truly, unequivocally wanted.

“I’d want you to pose for me, of course,” he continued quickly when she didn’t respond. “That should only take an hour or two of your time at the most.”

“Two hours?” She could hear the annoyance in her voice, but she didn’t feel it. In fact, she was completely void of emotion, numb to everything but the fact that Nathanael, the quiet, reserved, red-headed sketch artist, wanted her to pose for him.

“At most,” he reaffirmed, though the strange look in his eyes left her wondering if that’s really what he wanted—two hours alone with her. “But I only draw people as they naturally are. That means no makeup, no overly-styled hair, and no dressing like you’re the queen of the world.”

Had anyone taken interest in her other than for her looks and popularity? Had anyone ever truly cared for the person she was beneath all that?

Maybe her mother had once, but if she could see her now, Chloe knew she’d be disappointed. She’d love her no more and no less—but Chloe didn’t think it was possible to love anyone less than how much her mother loved her.

Yet here Nathanael was, picking at the threads of her tightly knotted heart, untangling her right here and now in front of the growing class.

How ironic that someone she’d been so rude to, someone she’d hated so much, was able to squeeze into the cracks she didn’t know about in the wall she’d built.

She wanted to laugh. She didn’t.

Suddenly quiet, reserved, Nathanael was telling her what to do without hesitation or palpitations.

All she wanted to do was agree.

“Alright.” And before she could stop herself, she added, “It’ll be a great honor for you, so you better appreciate me wasting my time.”

He nodded, unfazed. “Of course. I’ll make it worth your time.”

“You better.” And with a final huff, she turned to flee before she could agree to any more outlandish ideas.

She spent the entire class conscious of Nathanael’s eyes on her.

Why she had agreed she didn’t know. But she couldn’t help thinking that it may have been the fact she couldn’t come up with a better way to waste her time than to waste it for him.

Adrien was suddenly just another boy.


Nathanael held the sketchbook away from himself to get a different perspective, finally allowing Chloe to tilt her head to look at it. “I think you’re my favorite,” he mumbled absently, and Chloe wondered if he even meant to say it, if she was meant to hear it.

She wanted to. She wanted him to say it again. “What?”

Nathanael looked up briefly, his cheeks the color of his hair. She had heard too much, but he couldn’t back down now. “Out of all my work, your portrait is the one I would go into a burning building to save.”

She returned her eyes to the ones staring back at her. The portrait Nathanael had drawn of her was quite realistic, and though she didn’t look much different than she usually did, there was something about the way Nathanael had drawn her that made her seem so much…better…than the person she really was. He did always seem to bring out the best in her.

She frowned.

Had the portrait been any less realistic, Chloe might have chalked up the marvelous nature of it to Nathanael’s art style or him trying to make up for taking her time. But since it was extremely lifelike, Chloe couldn’t help but wonder if that was really how he saw her.

“You’d go into a burning building for that?” She scoffed. “I wouldn’t.” And it was the truth. It wasn’t that she didn’t like his art—he had drawn her quite fantastically—it was just that he had drawn her. She wasn’t worth being saved. Not by Nathanael, who was sweet and shy and everything right with the world.

She didn’t think she was worth being saved by herself either. It’s why she couldn’t pull herself out of this deep, dark hole she’d dug. It’s why she couldn’t be the person Nathanael saw in her, the person he drew.

It’s why she couldn’t be with him.

“Well, I would,” Nathanael replied firmly, pulling her from her trance. “It’s my finest piece. I wouldn’t sell it for a hundred million dollars.” His voice was thick, something hard stuck in his throat, and it made Chloe move her eyes from her graphite face to the very real, very quiet being beside her.

He had also moved his eyes from the drawing and was now using them to search her own, making her next words—”It’s just a sketch”—die before they could leave her mouth.

She absently wondered if he could see through her right then. She knew if he tried hard enough, asked the right questions, she’d let him break down the wall around her heart. So she wondered if he could see it in her eyes—the willingness to be free from her self-inflicted strength which only seemed to weigh her down—but she didn’t try to erase the pleading from her features.

She relaxed and let him see her for all she really was—weak, fragile, broken.

His breath caught in his throat and she closed her eyes, turning her face from him to the fading sun on the horizon. She listened to him breathe, waiting—wondering—wishing.

Would he comfort her? take her in his arms? stay with her until the sun rose again?

Would he even speak?

She cautiously opened one eye, peeking at him in her peripheral.

He had returned his attention to his sketchbook, his pencil moving across the page with lightning speed.

Chloe moved to get a better look, but he tilted it away from her. “Not yet. Let me finish.”

Annoyed, she removed her hand from his arm—when had it gotten there?—and turned back to the sky.

“A little higher,” he urged.


“Your chin.” He lifted his hand to gently tilt her head back, his fingertips ever so slightly brushing her chin. “And close your eyes again.”

He was drawing her again. For some reason, she hadn’t considered this as a possibility. She hadn’t thought he’d want to.

She surrendered to his will and her eyelids slid shut, suddenly heavy.

“Stay still,” he whispered to her through the night, and she hummed in submission.

She felt the wind in her hair, tangling it around her face and tickling her lips. She reached up to tuck it back behind her ear, but Nathanael grasped her wrist, staying the motion.

“Leave it.”

The huskiness in his voice gave her no choice in the matter.

With the wind in her hair and on her face, with the scattered sound of pencil brushing paper, with the erratic beating of her heart thumping in her ears, Chloe stayed still until she dozed off.


I have some Thoughts™ on the OG paladins and how they all came to know each other so here have my (very long) list of headcanons:

  • blaytz and trigel meet first
    • their people are on good terms with each other so they meet as young kids
    • blaytz’s father comes to the dalterion belt for business with trigel’s mother and they leave the kids in the care of trigel’s tutor (aka glorified babysitter)
    • blaytz knows he’s supposed to be super diplomatic and polite so he’s being quiet and nice
    • trigel is not having it
    • she drags blaytz around the palace and leads the tutor on a merry chase
    • as soon as they’ve lost the babysitter trigel shows blaytz around the place with fantastic commentary
      • ‘and this is the throne room. mother doesn’t know but sometimes i sit there and pretend to be ruler’
      • ‘what do you do’
      • ‘execute people, mostly’
    • she shows him the hydroponics garden and blaytz is fascinated
    • trigel is super interested in other cultures and even though she’s been taught about nalquod considering they’re a close ally its not the same as actually talking to someone from there
    • except of course blaytz is a shit
      • ‘so is it true you have thirty four different dialects?’
      • ‘lmao idk but i can teach you to cuss in fourteen of them’
    • by the time the tutor catches up to them and rats them out to their parents the kids are ride or die
      • ‘trigel did you go running around without supervision’
      • ‘no mother’
      • ‘blaytz are you two telling the truth’
      • ‘of course dad’
  • blaytz and gyrgan meet as part of a diplomatic event hosted by rygnirath
    • they’re like teenagers and neither of them are rulers in their own right yet but they have to show up for appearances and all that
    • blaytz is a dork but also super good at diplomacy and faking seriousness
      • trigel was vaguely afraid the first time she saw him greeting a visitor to nalquod
    • also blaytz hasn’t grown into himself yet hes just a skinny lil weedy boy who would probably snap in half if you looked at him wrong
    • when he’s introduced to gyrgan he’s like ok I can do this straighten up chest out lets go boy
      • *Customer Service Smile™* its an honour to meet you and to visit your wonderful planet
    • no one warned him gyrgan was a hugger
      • blaytz: ive never felt so warm and protected in my life
      • gyrgan: dear god this boy is smol does he eat I must feed him I must protect him
    • gyrgan is the original Mom Friend™
    • they spend the rest of the event eating and joking around because blaytz doesn’t have to pretend to be serious anymore
  • the first time gyrgan meets trigel is possibly the gayest thing
    • trigel invites blaytz to watch the championships of her people’s national sport ansar hali’ven
      • it roughly translates to ‘extension of the body/to extend one’s reach’ and involves beating the shit out of each other with big sticks
      • most of the time it’s just called hali’ven bc at some point in history ansar became slang for dick
      • everyone learns this very quickly bc it’s trigel’s swear of choice
    • blaytz is like can i bring a friend i want you to meet him
      • ‘i mean i guess’
      • ‘great you’ll love him’
      • ‘blaytz im gay’
      • ‘me too bitch you’re still gonna love him’
    • so he brings gyrgan and they go to sit in the stands but there’s no sign of trigel anywhere
    • they watch the fights and everyone is very talented but blaytz is having some anxiety
      • ‘gyrgan what if we’re in the wrong place’
      • ‘how many national championships do you think are on today’
    • eventually someone wins the whole thing and they rip off their helmet (the literal only armour worn in this sport blaytz is afraid for the safety of the dalterion people)
      • obvs its trigel
    • blaytz and gyrgan go to meet her after the match
    • blaytz is v nervous
      • he just wants his best friend to like his other best friend
    • trigel is very diplomatic and sincere when she greets him, still covered in dirt and bruises and looking terrifyingly badass
    • gyrgan couldn’t give two shits about her appearance
      • ‘im sorry i have to meet you looking like this, im in a terrible state’
      • ‘you literally threw a guy twenty feet using a pole arm that’s taller than you I am SHOOK’
    • he gets distracted talking to one of the other fighters and trigel takes blaytz aside
      • ‘look i know it’s only preliminary and i need to get to know him better before i make a final judgement but on a first impression basis, i think he’s very good for you’
      • ‘what’
      • ‘i feel confident in being able to give you my blessing by the end of the day’
      • ‘what’
      • ‘did you ask him out or did he ask you out?’
      • ‘… what’
      • ‘… you’re dating him right?’
      • ‘oh my god’
  • i won’t even go into alfor and zarkon meeting bc headcanon they met before they were even born
    • they grew up with each other due to the close relationship between altea and daibazaal
    • their mothers were pregnant at the same time but alfor was born first by a month and he never lets zarkon forget it
  • alfor and zarkon meeting the brot3 is a trip
    • daibazaal hosts a diplomatic event to renegotiate old treaties and secure new ones and reaffirm alliances
    • trigel has been running the dalterion belt for over a year now but hasn’t had the chance to actually meet very many foreign rulers yet so she’s vaguely terrified of such a huge event and what it could mean for her people if she fails in negotiations and alliance talks
    • gyrgan’s mother is the ruler of rygnirath but she’s fallen ill so he takes her place as representative
    • blaytz’s father died only a month ago and now he’s ruling a whole planet and he is a ball of anxiety and stress
    • zarkon and alfor have been running their respective planets for a while now so they know how the game is played
    • alfor is by his side as he greets all the dignitaries because he knows zarkon is emotionally stunted and needs help with things like ‘smiling’ and ‘cheerfulness’
    • the brot3 all come in together bc blaytz is Stressed™ and trigel has been grinding her teeth for an hour now and gyrgan needs to protect his smol friends
    • trigel is the epitome of grace and poise when she meets zarkon and alfor
      • ‘im honoured to have been invited to these talks, sir’
      • ‘you’ve been a useful ally of altea, so I hope you’ll also be a useful ally of daibazaal’
      • *alfor crushes his foot* ‘what he means is he’s very glad you’re here’
    • blaytz has perfected his diplomatic façade to the point that even alfor and zarkon are a little afraid of how dead-eyed he looks
      • ‘im beyond honoured that you’ve extended such a gracious offer to nalquod. my people and i hold the great nations of altea and daibazaal in very high esteem and im humbled that you’ve chosen to acknowledge us and invite us to these talks’
      • ‘… what’s your name again?’
      • ‘zaRKON’
      • blaytz: *cries on the inside*
    • gyrgan is a hugger
      • zarkon is afraid
      • alfor is prepared to offer anything to rygnirath if it means seeing zarkon get hugged again
    • the night goes well until gyrgan loses track of blaytz
      • he finds him with alfor who’s been offering him drinks
      • blaytz is a wild drunk
      • he’s hanging off alfor’s shoulder and loudly telling him about the time he’d asked trigel to teach him ansar hali’ven and she’d kicked his ass
      • gyrgan is terrified that blaytz has fucked up relations with altea if not numerous other planets
      • he doesn’t know alfor is also a wild drunk
      • alfor is amazed by blaytz’s story and interjects with his own tale of how he’s desperately in love with a woman but doesn’t know how to tell her
      • (zarkon doesn’t know how to tell him she’s already his fiancée)
    • gyrgan is the Mom Friend™ but he’s also the Drunk Mom Friend™
      • he doesn’t always make the best decisions
      • ‘you know what blaytz is enjoying himself im gonna enjoy myself too’
    • zarkon and trigel end up running interference and protecting a large number of foreign guests from having to witness a drunk gyrgan deadlifting alfor and blaytz at the same time
    • they’re not entirely successful
      • gyrgan forgets quite how strong he is and nearly breaks zarkon’s spine when he hugs him
      • alfor gets up on a table and makes an announcement about how much he loves his best friend
        • (coran is touched)
        • (he doesn’t help deal with the problem)
        • (he’s also drunk)
        • (alfor is a terrible influence)
      • blaytz nearly causes an interplanetary disaster when he sneaks off with an altean ambassador who’s betrothed to a galran general
        • trigel saves his ass
        • she also saw his ass
        • (she’s annoyed until she realises that the ambassador is pretty)
        • (and then she’s annoyed again because she’s betrothed why is she betrothed what have I done to deserve this)
  • the whole affair cements a very strong bond between the five of them
    • well zarkon takes some time to not cringe every time he sees gyrgan
    • they talk about it sometimes after missions when they’re just hanging out and coming down from that adrenaline rush
    • alfor goes as red as his lion whenever someone mentions that night
    • trigel likes to pretend she’s above the petty insults and banter but she’s the first to bring up the moment she caught blaytz with his ansar out
Dating Poly! Socky Includes:

anon asked:  Could you make a headcannon post (I think that’s what it’s called) for a poly!socky relationship? :D I think they’d be so cute~


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Originally posted by illustre-bin

  •  Socky is and always will be my most loved Astro ship 
  •  Platonically and romantically
  •  I just love them together I don’t know why
  •  So here we go
  •  Lilly’s death 
  • Sanha is a shy baby so if he had feelings for you or his hyung he probably wouldn’t tell you
  •  Especially since you were dating his hyung
  •  He would probably be a little guilty and not be the super rambunctious maknae he was because
  •  He likes his hyung?? AND his hyung’s significant other?? 
  •  Why does life hate him?? 
  •  Everyone in the group would notice something was wrong and they would ask bby Sanha about it and he would just tense up, pull a fake smile and be like 
  • “I’m fine hyung don’t worry. I’m just tired”
  •  And finally one day
  •  Sanha’s papa Eunwoo was like
  •  "Mkay time to end this bullshit"
  •  So he faked being sick and asked for Sanha specifically
  •  Rocky got jealous
  •  Because little does Sanha know
  •  You and Rocky were polyamorous and both had feelings for the youngest 
  • and this actual angel would be be with the precious baby
  •  And Rocky would be like “fuck there goes any chances I had with my baby" 
  •  But!
  •  Eunwoo would just want Sanha to stop lying to him
  •  So when Sanha came to help him Eunwoo would be like SIKE
  •  and ask him over and over again what was wrong until Sanha finally got annoyed and just exploded 
  • And Eunwoo was like "feelings aren’t bad”
  •  I view Sanha as like an emotional crier 
  • Like if he’s too much of any emotions tears happen
  •  So he probably would be frustrated and start crying 
  • And Eunwoo would Protecc™ 
  • But also secretly call Rocky and just let him hear the conversation 
  • “It’s okay to like Minhyuk Sanha,nothing is wrong with that”
  •  "But I shouldn’t like him and his significant other it’s weird"
  •  And Rocky was like !! Baby no 
  • So he would get you and y'all would SPRINT to go see baby Sanha and protect and love him
  •  Sanha probably tired himself out from crying and fell asleep 
  • So by the time you and Rocky got there he was asleep 
  •  So you just cuddled him 
  • And when he woke up you both confessed and told him that liking both of you was okay because you both liked him
  •  And if he wanted to
  •  He would be welcome into your relationship 
  • That’s how the relationship was born
  •  Y'all cuddle a lot
  •  I mean how could you not Sanha is an actually human octopus
  • So many cuddles 
  • And kisses
  •  I feel like Rocky doesn’t initiate kisses a lot because he likes hugs better 
  •  But Sanha just likes affection of all types 
  • So he would kiss you both a whole lot
  •  Movie dates would be a weekly thing 
  • And you would eat the most unhealthy things during that night but it was okay
  •  Because you were unhealthy together
  •  You would probably help them with their English work and stuff 
  • Just so they weren’t alone during stressful times like that
  •  English is hard yall 
  • I don’t know how people learn it
  •  bless you and your intelligent minds 
  • Anyway 
  • You would probably go to practice a lot 
  • Because to be dating two members of Astro you are automatically a honorary member
  •  I told y'all Astro loved each other and I’m sticking with that 
  • You probably would spend so much time with them it felt weird not being with them 
  • I don’t view socky as that couple that gets tired of spending a lot of time with their significant other 
  • Like yeah they would want their alone time
  •  But if you felt like you were being too clingy they were quick to reaffirm you that 
  • “No you were not please hug us all the time ”
  • Sanha’s favorite pastime is to probably write songs based of yall 
  •  And sing them too you as soon as possible 
  • AGH
  •  They adore you and would do anything to make you happy 
  • Love them back 
  • And again 
Stop Hating Emma Swan

Look yes the ep was ridiculous and Emma was slightly out of character for it.. because no she would never give up on Killian that quickly.. 

but I hate the fact that the fandom is already hating on her and calling her cruel and saying things like “she doesn’t deserve Killian Jones” … umm put yourself in her shoes for a change.. I know it’s hard but give it a try

  • Killian was planning to leave, maybe he changed his mind at the last sec but the point was he was gonna leave without letting anyone know (and yet I haven’t seen ANYONE hating on him for that…wonder why)… if he hadn’t intended to leave this wouldn’t have happened
  • Hell I’ll go one further, if he had TOLD THE TRUTH when it mattered the whole fight would have never happened and they would be happy and together..but no you we all focused on “but she went through his things!! how dare!!
  • They had a huge fucking fight and then he didn’t come home, she waited for hours for him to come home and he didn’t (it doesn’t matter that he was trying to I know that, you know that but Emma doesn’t bc he didn’t even leave a fucking note).. For someone w/ the abandonment issues that she has? It would have been a huge blow.. 
  • She loves him more than anything in this world, hell she went to the UNDERWORLD for him, she let down ALL her walls for him, she was so happy about the idea of marrying the one she loves and it came crashing down in one second. Like this probably reaffirmed every idea she’s had that she’s not worthy, that she can’t have even a bit of happiness because it all goes to hell… 
  • From her point of view, she found out from LEROY of all people that the man she loves left without saying goodbye.. And for everyone saying “she should have known!” I’m sorry the woman is dealing w/ like 30 yrs of abandonment issues and just found out the ONE PERSON who promised would never leave her, actually LEFT her.. How would YOU react? Would you think logically about it? Or just be as heartbroken as Emma was?
  • Yes the putting his things away was shitty writing and mostly there so she’d find the shell.. But hey maybe it was her way of coping? She just knows he left?? So yeah I’d try to put my mind into other things.. I hated the plot and thought it was ooc as fuck but like I said if you’re gonna villanize her for this, you better do the same to killian wanting to leave because they’re along the same lines of shitty writing. 
  • I mean I put more blame on Snow/Regina/Henry, even my deep love Charming for not being like WAIT there’s something off here, because right now Emma is absolutely heartbroken, she’s not thinking straight so no her superpower isn’t working either, everyone else doesn’t have that excuse it’s just shitty writing..  

I know this fandom loves Killian, hell I love Killian Jones more than anything, he’s one of male characters I truly love and understand. But you don’t have to make Emma the villain in order to defend him, both of them were in the wrong and both fucked up.

Just remember if Killian Jones actually saw the things you were saying about Emma Swan he’d be so disappointed in you..

Episode 1 Rambles

Since Sunshine season 2 is finally here, and I’ve decided to try and be a bit more active, I’ll be writing up my impressions on every episode along the way. Expect just general thoughts and overall I’m probably going to be pretty positive with all this. I find how I think about the previous episodes can color my expectation, so this’ll be mostly gushing about things I enjoyed with a few of my incoherent thoughts thrown in. Hopefully, I’ll get one of these done each week. Just don’t expect something all that polished because I wrote this as fresh off watching the episode as I could.

Don’t hesitate to message or ask me something if you think I missed something important, want me to expand on something I mentioned, or just want to talk about the show more.

Oh, and these might have a bit of a bias toward Chika. I’ll for sure discuss everything that happens because I love all of Aqours, but I tend to focus on Chika because I love her character. Figured I’d give that bit of warning.

All my season 2 stuff will be tagged with llss2, so if you want to avoid spoilers, that’d be the tag to look out for.

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Yoongi Scenario: To Make You Happy.

Request:  Yoongi fluff scenario you are married (a few years in their career where fans accepted his marriage positively) you visit him w/ your 2 year old daughter in the concert ending while talking he sees you and takes his daughter up on stage and hugs her

Genre: Fluff / Family

-What?- Yoongi jumped in his studio chair. -What do you mean you can’t come?-

You shrugged. -I can’t Yoongi, we can’t, we have plans already-

Yoongi had just asked for you to come to his encore concert in Seoul together with Taeyeon, your daughter, but apparently he didn’t count on you turning him down.

-Y/N, you have been begging since forever to come to a concert, how is it that now you are busy that day? And the kid? What does she has to do? She’s two years old-

You walked closer to him until you were on his reach which made Yoongi immediately reach his hands for your middle to pull you to his lap. -We are busy-

-So you two are busy, what, if I may know, is keeping you to come to the concert?-

You seemed to think about it for a second, just for the show and to see Yoongi getting impatient, because in reality you had all already on your mind. -We have a safari day, VIP tickets with access to the house of butterflies-

Yoongi arched an eyebrow. -So you are giving up the concert for the zoo?-

You nodded. -Yep-

-For the house of the butterflies?-


Yoongi squinted his eyes and got his face closer to yours. -Taeyeon is deadly scared of bugs, do you remember that?-

You bit your lip. -She likes butterflies, they are not bugs, they are different… colorful and all that-

Shaking his head Yoongi moved his knees upwards making you jump. You slapped his arm but attached to him more firmly just in case. He got his face even closer to yours. -Why do I think this is retaliation for last week when I ditched you to eat chicken with the guys?-

You slapped him harder. -So you did ditch us!-

Yoongi groaned after the slap but laughed nonetheless. -I knew it-

-We were waiting for you Yoongi! And then you said at last minute that you wouldn’t come home early-

He shook his head, caressing your tights. -I told you I was sorry, it was a last minute thing… besides you know I would kill for coming early and just lie on bed with both of you-

You kissed him, short and sweet but you wanted him to feel you appreciated those words. -You’re cute-

Yoongi kissed you again, deeper and rougher than before making you feel like melting in his arms. -I’m not that cute Y/N… so you won’t come to the concert?-

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