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I Always Was [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 3065
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Y/n is in love with her best friend Sirius Black, a boy notorious for his one night stands. After he leaves her to hook up with another girl, he finally realises his true feelings.
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

Note: It’s a little tiny bit angsty (not really), but FLUFF OVERLOAD (I hope, I’m really bad at writing fluff). Also this is the longest thing I’ve ever written, like ever. Enjoy! x

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If there was one person you could always count on to be there for you, it was Sirius Black. He was your rock, your shoulder to cry on, your light in dark times, your everything - even if he didn’t know it. You were in love with the dark haired boy - you had been since you were eleven - and found yourself craving the lingering touches, soft hugs and wide smiles he’d set aside just for you.

From the moment you woke up in the morning to the moment you fell asleep at night, your mind would be focused on him. On his charm, on his cheeky smirk, on his loving actions. He was the most important person in your life, and you couldn’t thank Merlin enough for him.

In his own words, you were his girl. You liked that, you liked being his girl, even if you weren’t really. There were so many times, too many to count, where he’d refer to you as his in front of others around you.

In class…

“You will complete this task in pairs,” Slughorn announced to the class, clearing away the potion from his demonstration. Before the class could even burst into a panic trying to find the perfect potions partner, Sirius spoke up immediately.

“I’m with Y/n,” He flung his arm over your shoulder, “We’re the best together.” As he turned to you, he began to speak again, “You’re my girl, aren’t you Y/n?” You nodded, a faint blush fighting to show on your cheeks.

Taking part in pranks…

“Why don’t you just add the slime in with the explosion? It’ll get everywhere, and cover more people. Bigger impact, and less effort,” you spoke, pointing to the fifth step in the plan that you thought should be changed on the parchment.

“That’s brilliant!” James said, crossing out his own idea and rewriting it again in his messy scrawl. “That’s my girl,” Sirius said with a smirk, kissing your forehead.

Even in front of teachers…

“Come on, Minnie, Y/n had nothing to do with this prank,” James said to McGonagall. “Mr Potter, do not address me as ‘Minnie’,” She said with a stern tone, though her eyes twinkled in amusement - not that she’d admit how much she enjoyed these boys and their crazy antics.

“Professor, Y/n really wasn’t apart of this prank, she just happened to be there,” Remus said to his teacher. “Yeah,” Sirius agreed, “My girl is way too much of a good student to be apart of a prank like this. I mean, did you see that explosion?”

You enjoyed being the number one girl in his life, you enjoyed being the first person he’d come to when he was feeling down or needed cuddles. You enjoyed being wrapped up with him, his muscular arms surrounding you with a sense of safety and love.

It was moments like the current that you felt most happy, laying on a couch in the common room, your face laying on his shoulder and his fingers slowly brushing through your hair gently, every so often placing a kiss to your forehead.

If Sirius wasn’t known for his one night stands as much as he was, a bystander could very well misinterpret the pair as a couple, or dating at the very least.

If only.

“Alright love, I need to go and meet up with Anastasia for the night,” Sirius’ voice carried through the silent common room, shuffling around as he sat up, removing his arms from their place around you, leaving you feeling cold. It was strange how empty you felt when he wasn’t beside you. Maybe that’s just what unrequited love feels like. You sat up away from him to let him stand up, even though you really didn’t want to, and were confused as to why he was leaving in he first place.

“What time are you going to be back? Remember we made plans, we were going to-” you were interrupted with a smirk from Sirius and a wink, and you were unsure whether he even heard, or cared, about what you were saying.

“Don’t wait up for me, love,” he simply said as he left the room, taking your happiness with him.

“Hang out,” you finished your sentence to yourself, frowning as you felt a couple of tears prick your eyes. You sighed to yourself and furiously wiped the tears away before they even had a chance to fall. It wasn’t the first time he abandoned you for another girl, but it was the first time he had done so when you already had plans.

He always said you were his favourite girl, but how long were you going to let you convince yourself that he wasn’t lying, or just saying that because you were his best friend?

Because that’s all you were really. His best friend. Nothing less, but certainly nothing more.


“Hey Y/n, whatcha doing sat here alone? Didn’t you and Padfoot have plans tonight?” James asked as he walked into the common room after being kicked out of the library when he was with Remus. He found you sat alone, in the same position you had been in for the last couple of hours - on he couch, curled up and staring at the fire.

“We did, but he said he needed to meet up with Anastasia. And then he just sort of walked out,” you finished your short recount of the night, spitting out Anastasia’s name like it was poison and frowning to yourself.

“Well then, if he wants to hang with - or bang with - Ow! Okay, don’t hit me again, that was a joke! A pretty good one if you think about it - Ow! What did I just say to you? Anyway, if he wants to be with another girl, then I’ll just have to spend the night with you, because I happen to enjoy your company. When you’re not hitting me,” James said, fake pouting at you.

His pout quickly turned into a devious grin as you shook your head and edged away from him, “James Fleamont Potter, don’t you dare!”

“Ooooh, middle names! Must really be in trouble,” he joked before reaching over and starting to tickle you. You shrieked, moving away from the boy as you and him started to laugh. “There’s that pretty smile of yours! Now, let’s go start our day of fun!” James announced, before grabbing you by the hand. He lifted you off the couch and led you out of the room and into the corridor outside, where a couple of students stood around chatting.

“Wait a minute James! Where are we going?” You asked, following him - or rather, being pulled along with him. James turned around, making you bump into his back at the sudden pause, one of his brown curls falling across his forehead as he sent you a cheeky grin, “On an adventure.”


“Did you see his face?” You gripped onto James arm as you used him to support you, unable to stand up properly from laughing so hard.

“It was priceless,” James joined in, stopping in his tracks as he tried to catch his breath. “I can’t believe we just did that! We must be crazy!” You said as you giggled, letting go of the Potter boy as you shook your head.

“We are crazy, Y/n. And that was just the beginning! We’re going to do even crazier things tonight!” James flung his arms around to back up his statement.

“You’re going to get us arrested, aren’t you?” You said with an amused smile. “Not arrested per say, just perhaps stuck in detention for the rest of our lives,” he grinned at you, his eyes shining with mischief.


Sirius fell back on his bed, his shirt unbuttoned and half hanging off his bare chest. His arms lay across his face as he let out a quiet and frustrated growl, unable to get you out of his brain.

This had never happened before, he had never called a girl he was hooking up with by the wrong name - not ever. He never meant to - one moment he was snogging a girl against his dorm wall, the next he was being slapped by that same girl as she stormed out of the room. He sighed, thinking about your soft h/c hair and pretty e/c eyes. Without him realising, he began to smile uncontrollably at just the thought of you.

“I have to go and find her,” he muttered to himself as he stood up. He ran a hang through his now-messy hair, and grabbed his trousers to put back on as he ran out of his dorm room and nearly fell down the stairs on his way to try and find you.

The common room was empty, excluding a few first years that were huddled in front of the fire completing homework. Sirius looked around and, when he couldn’t find you, headed over to the stairway leading to the girls dormitory. He quickly and easily removed the charms from the stairs and ran up two at a time.

He knocked on the door and waited, hoping you’d answer for him. Hearing no reply, he hesitantly reached out for the brass handle and slowly opened the door.

The room was empty, to Sirius’ surprise. He looked around the room, easily being able to tell which girl stayed in which part of the room just by the belongings.

Alice had the far right side of the room, her bed decorated with a pink blanket over the red duvet, and a small white toy bunny with pink ears and a little black nose sitting on the pillow. Marlene had the bed next to her, shown by the large collection of muggle makeup - mostly lipsticks of deep reds and browns - strewn across it. Dorcas was in the middle of the room, her wand sitting on the nightstand beside the lamp, and her bed neatly made without one crease. Then it was Lily’s bed, a messy pile of duvet and books, a hairbrush and a mirror laying under the bed, beside a pair of boots that had fallen over. Finally, on the far left hand side of the room, was your bed, tucked into the corner with extra pillows to decorate.

Sirius looked at it fondly, edging his way over and carefully sitting down on the bed, as if he was scared to ruin the design. The bed looked comfy - surely you wouldn’t mind if he lay down for a while, would you? He took his shirt off and dropped it on the floor, followed by his trousers. He climbed into the covers and leant back, snuggling into your pillow, and breathing in your sweet scent. He smiled to himself, closing his eyes and convincing himself that you wouldn’t mind if he stayed for just a small nap - a small one, of course. He lay down holding onto your duvet as he imagined what it would be like to have you laying next to him right now, in his arms. Before long, he had drifted off to sleep.


“You still love him, huh?” James said gently, taking your hand in his and squeezing it comfortingly. You looked at the scenery around you, the trees soaring high in the air, their roots peeping out of the earth, the leaves littering the ground in a brown haze, crunching with each step you and James took. The wind wafted your hair around your face, causing you to constantly push the strands out of your face.

“More than anything, James,” you whispered, your voice barely reaching his ears due to the howling wind. Your heart raced just at the thought of the dark haired boy that captured your attention at the mere age of 11.

“You know he loves you too,” The brunette boy spoke with a nod. You shook your head, “But not in the way I want. I want him to love me like I love him. And I know that’s nearly impossible.” James let go of your hand and opening his arms out wide, “C'mere, I think you need a Potter hug.”

You gladly moved into James embrace, closing your eyes as he enclosed your frame within his arms. It felt warm and friendly, but different to how cuddles with Sirius felt.

With Sirius, it was as if all the world didn’t matter, like it disappeared around you whilst you were in his arms. Like nothing could hurt you, or make you feel sad. It didn’t matter how you were feeling, or what had happened when you were with the eldest Black brother. All that mattered was how his body felt against yours, and how your heart felt like it was going to explode.

You closed your eyes and tried to pretend that James was Sirius, and that he was holding you in his usual loving way. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t do it.

“You should tell him,” James whispered. “How can I when I know he doesn’t feel the same?” You replied, opening your eyes looking up into his brown ones.

“It’s tearing you apart, babe. I hate seeing you so hung up on him. You need to tell him so you can either be with him, or move on. I know it’s hard, but you’re one of my best friends, Y/n, and I don’t want you to hurt anymore,” James told you, running a hand through your hair and offering you a small, sincere smile.

“Thank you James. I’ll tell him when I’m ready - if I’m ready,” you replied, resting your head on his shoulder.


By the time you got back to your dorm room, you had finally sorted through your feelings and cleared your head, thanks to James. You entered your dorm room and began to get changed into your pyjamas, deciding on an early night before classes tomorrow. Climbing into the bed, you let out a shriek as something moved underneath you, screaming at the same time as you did. You shot up, grabbing your wand in haste and aiming it at the large lump underneath your duvet.

“Lumos,” you spoke, a bright light emerging from your wand. You waved it over the figure as he spoke, “Please don’t kill me!”

“Sirius!” Your heart was racing from the shock, and you let out a shaky breath, “What in the name of Merlin do you think you’re doing in my bed?”

“Well I was napping. You know, until you decided to sit on me - which for the record, I wouldn’t mind you doing if you gave me a warning,” Sirius said to you, pouting a little as he sat up.

“How was I supposed to know that you were there? I thought you were with Anastasia? Why aren’t you with her right now?” You frowned, trying not to focus on how deep his voice sounded from being asleep for who knows how long, his black hair that fell messily across his shoulders and his shoulders, leading onto his muscly arms and toned chest that you all but wanted to run your hands over…

You blinked, forcing yourself to look back at his handsome face.

“I left early. Or rather, she did. Didn’t end up doing much,” He replied with a shrug, pulling your cover over him more with a cute, happy smile. “Why?” You didn’t know why you asked. You assumed he would shrug off the question, but he did the exact opposite.

“I accidentally said your name instead of hers in bed,” He said it so casually, as if it were a normal occupancy to tell your best friend news like this.

You nearly choked.

“I’m… sorry?” You were confused. Confused as to why he said your name, why he was now in your bed - practically naked, for that matter - and why you felt the need to apologise for something that you had no control over.

“Don’t be. It made me realise something important so I guess I should thank myself really,” Sirius smirked to himself, before looking up at you, still sat in your bed, his arm propping him up. “What did you realise? That you’re a complete idiot? Because I think it’s about time you realised that,” you said with an eye roll, crossing your arms over your chest.

He suddenly swung his legs out of the covers and stood up. Before you could process what was happening, he was stood in front of you, grabbing you and kissing you, his hands cupping your cheeks. He held you close to him, pressed against his chest, leaving no space between you. One of his hands sliding down your body to hold your waist, rubbing soft circles on your hip with his thumb.

He was breathing heavily when he pulled away, leaving you in shock and your eyes wide. “What the hell was that for?” You breathes out, your hand reaching up to touch your lips.

“To say I’m sorry,” he said, his hands still holding your hips. You raised an eyebrow, “What?” “I’m sorry for leaving you today, I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have made other plans when I know I already made plans with you. Because you’re the most important person in my life. You’re my girl, Y/n. Nobody else even comes close to how much I care about you.”

His voice was low and husky, he was speaking mere centimetres from your face, so close you could feel his warm breath against your skin, and had to force yourself to focus on his words and not his lips.

“I love you Y/n. That’s was what I realised. Please tell me you feel the same way because now I know I love you, I don’t think I could survive knowing you don’t love me too.” For the first time in a while, you saw Sirius look nervous, his usually cocky demeanour a distant memory.

“I love you too Sirius,” you whispered with a soft smile. Sirius let out a laugh of relief, wrapping him arms around you and pressing kisses across your head, “Oh thank Merlin.”

He held you so tight, and you couldn’t help but smile. This is where you belonged, in his arms.

“From now on, you’re mine,” Sirius murmured, wrapping his arms further around your body. You sighed in content, “I always was.”

Sleeping with the Enemy

Originally posted by kanjiklubs

Request: “ Ooh but how about this concept? Emperor Ren has a secret relationship with one of Luke’s new apprentices. They meet through the First Order capturing her and her “escaping” (actually being Kylo releasing her), until one day he refuses to let her return to her Master.”

Summary: Luke’s newest apprentice is entrusted with a mission after months of training only to get taken out by the First Order. When she returns the Resistance is more than thankful as well as Luke to have her back. Though behind her happy smile at the reunion, nobody knows the secret she has newly acquired. A dark and brooding secret. Her life at the Resistance and as Luke’s apprentice resumes, but not without some complications. 

A/N: Ok, I love forbidden love AU’s. I was gonna add more to the end to make it more action filled or something but it was getting a little lengthy, but the point still got across. Hopefully you all enjoy it!

Sitting at a table in the command room you felt your heart beat faster in your chest. You had been through the scenario so many times before and yet, it had taken on a whole new weight. The scenarios before had not been nearly as dangerous but not as risky for both you and the Resistance itself. Many would likely say they felt the same about their intel missions, but this, this was different.

Suddenly Luke’s voice broke you out of your train of thought, nearly causing you to jump in your seat. 

“I trust that you can handle yourself with such a task (Y/N).”

Adjusting yourself in your seat you easily brought back your composure. If there was anyone who would sense a slip in your conscience it was Luke. There couldn’t be a slip on your behalf or things would take an entirely different turn.

“Yes I can Master.”

Luke gave you a slow nod in acknowledgement. In the chair between you sat the General herself, Leia Organa. With a soft sigh she looked over to you, her eyes taking on a more nurturing appearance. Something you always admired her for. Being able to balance a nuturing spirit as well as one that would fight to the death for what she believed in.

“You’re sure this mission won’t overwhelm you?”

You rested your shoulders from their tense state as you returned her smile with your own, “I assure you General I can do this. With Luke’s training, my instinct and skill set I have this covered. It may be a tad more daunting this time…but I’m ready.”

Both Luke and Leia looked to each other before turning to you, smiles equally showcased on their faces. They didn’t want to seem too joyous considering the possibilities of what could go wrong. Especially being aware of the last run in you had had with the First Order. Nobody wanted you to get captured again.

“You’re certain a mission directly involving the Order won’t be too much?”

You nodded, “Given my past experience with them, I know exactly what to expect. I also am a little more familiar with the way they operate even off of the base.”

Luke gave you a small smile of pride. He always loved that you took your capture by the First Order as more of a learning experience than anything else. So many others would use it as a crutch and yet you used to further yourself.

Leia gave you a nod, “Then you’re just the person for the job. We’ll have preparations ready and awaiting you tomorrow morning. You’ll have plenty of time to review the mission and the maps leading to the system beforehand.”

You gave them both a nod and soft smile, “I will not fail you.”

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sevensity  asked:

How about the RFA reacting to MC who is 'married' to her friendeu? (Basically like us wife 💗💗)



               -He thinks it’s cute!!

               -Honestly though there are times he’ll get a little jealous?

               -Like… you’re his, why don’t you joke about being married to him??

               -Though if you do he gets embarrassed anyway soooo?? Why bother??

               -You and your friend hold hands, practically tackle each other for hugs, and kiss each others’ cheeks constantly

               -*Yandere Yoosung senses tingling*

               -He does admit that your smile is so bright when you’re with your friend so he lets it all slide

               -That is until he decides to propose

               -Then you’re his and only his, he’ll pout constantly if you aren’t giving him love and attention

               - hes just like a god damn puppy



               -THAT IS SACRILEGE

               -They’re always so cute and he just wants you to send him some like that every now and then!

               -He tries to send you cute ones to get you to finish them

               -“MC! Finish the heart!” *MC sends back a picture flipping him off*


               -In selfies with your friend, the two of you will look just like a couple- kisses to the cheek, blushing and giggling, eveRYTHING



               -Overdramatically cries when you tell him you’re going to hang out with your (wife/husband)


               -I don’t think she’d care?

               -Like she’d have no opinion of it- good nor bad

               -It’s just something you do, whatever

               - you do you booboo

               -She knows where she stands in your life, she isn’t worried

               -And if she ever is worried, you’re right there to reassure her

               -Even your friend reassures her that it’s just a friend thing, never anything more

               -Other than that yeah, she could care less what you call your friend- it’s your friend after all

               -She does secretly like when you call her “wifey” instead of your friend though

               -Just something about it is satisfying, like, yes MC, I am the wifey here thank you


               -Doesn’t like it at all

               -You are his partner, not theirs

               -Enjoys the fact that you have someone in your life that you can have this close of a friendship with

               -Loves how happy you are when you just think about your friend

               -But he’s like?? Why don’t you do this for him??

               -Actually confronted you about it

               -“It’s great that you love your friend, but don’t you love me too? We’re married yet you act as if you’re married to them instead”

               -You had to explain to him that it’s just the two of you playing around- you show your love for him in different ways than you would your friend

               -After that talk, he understood but still didn’t quite approve. But he’s working on not being as jealous as he could be

               -*Stares at you until you call him something cute in exchange for not pointing out that he’s your husband*


               -He doesn’t let you know that it kind of bothers him

               -It’s more of a ‘I don’t want to advertise to MC that I’m extremely insecure’

               -But he tries to do the same thing to Yoosung

               - *Yoosung has entered the chatroom*

                               707: LOOK, IT’S MY HUSBAND! HI CUTIE ILY

                *Yoosung has left the chatroom*


               - thats just because yoosung doesnt accept it

               - ya both have to agree, thats how it works

               -It’s now a competition for MC’s affection, bring it on

               -Always trying to outdo your friend

               -*Sticks tongue out at your friend when you call him your husband instead*


               -LOVES IT SO MUCH

               -THE BOTH OF YOU ARE SO CUTE!

               -He’s always taking adorable photos for the both of you

               -Loves seeing you happy

               -It’s his favourite thing in the world

               -Like honest to god, he doesn’t mind it at all

               -“MC! Have any plans with your wife tonight?” “I do!” “Need a photographer?”

               -You like to hold hands with both of them and make sure they both know you love them

               -And it’s like???? He loves that you’re just full of love in general, why would it bother him

               - just please send him the cute selfies too, he loves it


               -Hate hate hates it

               -Was he not good enough for you? You had to pretend to be married to your friend?

               -You try to explain to him every time but he only calms down for a short amount of time

               -He really needs reassurance

               -Just really loves you and is completely terrified of losing you to your friend of all people

               -Death glares at your friend until you make him stop

               -You constantly have to reassure him that you love him in a different way than your friend

               -Your friend thinks it’s cute though??

               -They like that Saeran cares about you enough to be jealous like he is

               -When you tackle your friend into a hug, Saeran’s always right behind you to carry you away from them


anonymous asked:

Mary Watson as a character absolutely ruined BBC Sherlock. I hope one day you may read the books of ACD and truly appreciate the characters of Holmes and Watson. I have no intention of being rude, but am just baffled how anyone can so misinterpret two of literatures most loved characters.

{{Mary Watson as a character absolutely ruined BBC Sherlock.}}

Such a shame that you think that a great and interesting woman character ruined your interpretation of Sherlock. Even with yer preconceived notion that Sherlock and Watson were gay and in love, I think you could have still enjoyed MG and SM version of Mary Watson. Mary brought love into John’s life and made him happy when he was sadly mourning Sherlock’s death. She gave him a beautiful daughter and most importantly, she became best friends with Sherlock too.

That is the most important part because up until then, Sherlock was the only close and trusted friend that John had (yes Stamford was his friend too but not on the scale of what Sherlock became to John) Mary liked Sherlock instantly and Sherlock liked Mary instantly as well. 

Sherlock knew that Mary was not perfect and that when he read her that she was a liar and keeping secrets but Sherlock had just come off 2 years of lying to his best friend and was still keeping secrets so who was Sherlock to judge when he himself was far from innocent. Sherlock could see that Mary made John happy and Sherlock knew that John needed and deserved to be happy, especially after faking his death and coming back to life.

For John to have Mary in his life at that time was the best possible thing that kept the Holmes and Watson friendship going, she saved that friendship because she knew how much they needed each other, she knew how important that friendship was to each of those men. The addition of Mary Morstan to the Holmes and Watson orbit was not about dividing these best friends, it was about enhancing it, about helping it grow to the next level, which was the brotherly bond that Sherlock and John had.

It was Mary who saved that friendship not once, but twice.

It’s all fine and good you think Sherlock and John were in love, I wouldn’t tell you that yer wrong. If that is yer interpretation of these two characters then, awesome. BUT that shouldn’t cloud yer judgement and enjoyment of the character of Mary Watson because even in the ACD canon stories Sherlock liked Mary. And in BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes loved and protected Mary Morstan Watson. She was his 2nd best friend and they had a bond that was totally real because they both understood each other.

They were very much flawed but they wanted to be better people and they became better people because they had one common denominator, and that was their love for John Watson. And both of them lied and did things to protect John from their truths. They didn’t judge each other and they didn’t have impossible expectations of what a friendship was supposed to be. Sherlock and Mary did the best they could. That is why their friendship worked perfectly.

{{I hope one day you may read the books of ACD and truly appreciate the characters of Holmes and Watson.}}

Honestly I probably won’t ever read the books. My husband who is a huge fanboy of Sherlock Holmes on the scale of the Mofftiss, tried to get me into Sherlock LONG ago but failed. I only became interested in watching Sherlock when I fell in love with Benedict and then fell in love with the BBC version of Sherlock. The writing, the setting of London, the actors that use their talents to bring these wonderful characters to life. The BBC version of Sherlock is the only version I’d ever be into. Fingers cross we will get S5 because S4 was AH-mazing! and I loved every minute of it and I’d love to see them expand on Eurus and explore more of the Holmes Family narrative. I’d love to see John and Rosie interact more, I’d love to see Irene Adler make a surprise appearance and cause some playful trouble for Sherlock AND I want to see how the Molly and Sherlock dynamic continues, now that we know they both love each other. I’d like to see where that love takes them..

{{I have no intention of being rude,but am just baffled how anyone can so misinterpret two of literature’s most loved characters.}}

Anon, no rudeness taken! But I believe you are confusing interpretation with truth. The version of Holmes and Watson, YOUR interpretation is that you believe they are and have always been in love. That they are gay and that is the way ACD wrote them to be, gay on the down low because back then homosexuality was not acceptable. Well, the truth is, ACD modeled these 2 men after people he knew in his real life. And gave them personality traits of the people he knew in that life. We don’t know what the truth was about them. All ACD gave us was the stories of 2 men and their ridiculous adventures and it’s up to the reader on how they want to view this 100+ year old relationship between the world’s only consulting detective and a doctor who became his trusted confidant and documenter of their adventures together.

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reasons why viago from what we do in the shadows is the ultimate cinnamon roll:

  • can name all of the flowers in his denim jacket
  • they way he says “hello, ladies”
  • he has a nice evening with all of his victims so they can enjoy their last moments alive
  • puts towels when he kills someone so he doesn’t get blood everywhere (although he does when he hits the main artery)
  • when the love of his life married someone else his first reaction was (and I quote): “Sure I wanted to kill the guy (…), who wouldn’t? But then I also saw how happy she was… and that made me kind of happy. And I didn’t want to ruin it for her, so I did the honorable and stepped back, and let her live her life”
  • actually the most adorable person/vampire to ever exist
  • protect him

My hopes for Blindspot s2B:

1. Don’t kill Roman

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2. Get back to Kurt making *heart eyes* at Jane

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3. Get back to Jeller doing more than making *heart eyes* at each other

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4. Give Patterson a frickin’ break when it comes to her love life. She is teh adorbz and deserves good things!

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5. More Roman

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Totally no ulterior motive in that last one, nope. *whistles innocently* ;)

6. More of the team being a team again

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(GIF reversed and I don’t even care. It’s good stuff, yeahhhhhhhh. ;) )

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8. Let them be happy at least SOME OF THE TIME PLZKTHX?

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9. And lastly, some more Rich Dotcom because he’s a card, I enjoy him and especially because he’s a beautiful Jeller shipper and the world needs more of us, especially when they’re ACTUALLY ON THE SHOW

Originally posted by fairyfromhell

Signed with love xoxoxoxo,

Aislynn, faithful fan since day 1 whose fangirl heart TPTB has been relentlessly stomping for far too long now ♥♥♥

why don’t we ever talk about how much joyce is gonna love nancy and enjoy having her around like ?? you KNOW she will she’ll just constantly bug jonathan about when nancys coming over and what nancy wants for dinner and jonathan will get lowkey annoyed but he’s also really happy bc the two most important women in his life get on really well


“I learned that you should just live your life. Live in the moment. Be carefree and happy because you will never know which day will be your last. I learned that you should breathe it in, breath your life in and enjoy it. Always be optimistic and be nice to people, open to people. Follow your dreams but make sure that you know what your dreams are. If you find something really great, don’t screw it up, don’t mess it up but hang on to it. You never know how and when it ends.”

Resonance of Legends

i have typo’d “legends” every damn time i’ve typed it today i need more SLEEP

happy reverb 2017! this year i had the pleasure of working with @chaoticlivi, who was ALSO MY BETA AND MY HYPE SQUAD and just. the best. i’ll link up her art when she posts later <: 

please enjoy the loosest and mushiest zelda au ever ♥ and please LOVE ON MY PARTNER because she was super great to work with and so understanding of my procrastination orz

The night really is rather beautiful.

It’s not that he’s never had the chance to admire the stars before. He has. He has two eyes, both that work quite well, and he has windows, of course, in his quarters; he’s seen the night sky, spent many nights holed up in his room as a child huddled in the curtains, head stuck out a window in quiet awe. Some nights, when Wes wasn’t busy with the tomes left for him to study from his tutors, he’d join, too, pointing out constellations and grinning at his younger brother’s ooohs and aaahs.

He’s seen stars before, of course. It’s just been a long time since he’s been able to appreciate them.

Soul flattens his palms against the grass and leans back, face aimed to the sky. There’s something special about it, really. Between the twinkling lights of the stars and the crisp breeze of the early summer night - perhaps it’s not even the night sky that’s lulling him into such a sense of serenity at all. Perhaps, he thinks, cracking his neck, peeking down through the line of his nose to watch Maka tend to the campfire, it’s the temporary sense of freedom and rebellion that’s lead him down this path.

It makes his fingers itch. He tugs and plucks at the grass to sate his nerves. Goddess, and just like that, he’s right back where he’d started, anxiety plucking away at his heartstrings as if they’re a harp.

She hums and pokes at the fire. “Enjoying yourself, your Highness?”

He feels himself wince. “You know how I feel about that.”

Shrugging, she plops down to sit on her butt. So unceremonious. It’s strange to think about; she’s lived her life in a tiny village, has fought tooth and nail and slayed monsters and traitors alike, certainly has dirt beneath her chewed fingernails - she’s nothing, nothing like the ladies his mother likes to parade around him - and it’s almost comfortable to be around her. More comfortable than it should be, for a girl he has known only half a year. For a girl who has never been trained a day in her life for things like proper manners, court formality, music - she’s plucky, she’s almost boyish, and when she smiles at him mischievously, Soul practically breaks out into a flush.

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Happiness Comes When You Are Numb. (Pt 1)

I’m feeling pretty down right now so I’m up for some angst. I was listening to the Heathers soundtracks ((if you like musical theatre and haven’t seen the Heathers, I recommend it)) and “Freeze your Brain” came on so I wanted to do a little fic around that.  

               Jughead wasn’t happy. That in itself was an understatement. Jughead was a pessimist, never seeing the good in anything. Drugs and alcohol were a mere escape from the life he called his own. With an alcoholic for a father who could blame him for resorting to such extreme coping mechanisms. With a mother who runs away from every small obstacle, including her son, who could blame Jughead for being afraid of sticking around. And with a best friend who is persistent on keeping him alive, who could blame him for hating himself.

               “Juggie, we’re leaving. Now.” Betty shoves through the crowd, roughly grabbing hold of her beanie-less best friend who was sat in a bong rotation eagerly waiting for his turn. The jocks and cheerleaders all either wolf-whistled or laughed in Betty’s face. Ridiculing her without even having to breathe a word. Jughead rolled his eyes so hard you could almost hear them.

               “Get off me, Cooper.” He growled towards her, clearly drunk out of his mind and as high as a kite. Betty flinched at the harshness of Jughead’s voice but still stood her ground, tugging him lightly. She was silently hoping that in some alternate universe he would see the error of his ways and walk out with her, never returning. But this was the real world and this was a different Jughead.

               “You heard him Blondie. Get off him.” Reggie Mantle, still in hysterics, shouted over to Betty. At this point, she was starting to see why Archie gave up on him. Jughead Jones will never change and he will never care for anyone but himself. Tears stung her eyes as she nodded slowly, releasing her grip on the boy’s shirt.

               “I see. I’ll just-” Betty couldn’t finish her sentence before she raced out of the room, dodging the drunken teens in the halls of some jocks house. Parties weren’t her scene, especially when she was in this frame of mind. Jughead was all that kept her stable. She felt safe with him, like the world around them wasn’t turning. Like her sister wasn’t pregnant with a dead man’s baby or like her parents weren’t forcing perfection every 5 minutes.

               Perfection, Betty hated the word. She tightly curled her fist at even the first syllable. Perfection wasn’t achievable yet that’s what was constantly expected of her. She was always compared and contrasted. She was always told that what she was doing was okay but it wasn’t good enough. Nothing was ever good enough. Sometimes she thought it may just be easier to disappoint on purpose.

               “Betts!” She heard the familiar voice call after her. It was slurred and desperate but she knew who it was. And right now it was the last person she wanted to see. Betty proceeded out of the door and in to the darkened street, her jeans and cardigan probably soaked in the stench of alcohol, smoke and weed.

               “What, Jughead? What could you possibly want from me now? You need extra money for more weed?” Betty angrily mocked to the boy still stumbling behind her. He was trying to catch up but couldn’t make his feet fast enough. To be honest, he couldn’t really direct his legs either but he didn’t want to show that.

               “Betts, I’m sorry. I’m gonna clean my act up. I promise!” Jughead stuttered out. The fear was clear in his voice but in this moment Betty didn’t care. It was all lies she’d heard before. Why should she stand for this constant heartbreak. Someone she so deeply cares about is wasting his life away and for what? A short lived escape.

               “I’ve heard it all before. You never change. You’re just like your father.” Betty blurted out, regretting what she said almost instantly. It was the truth but she could’ve sugar coated it. His face visibly changed. Tears began streaking the cheeks of his face almost the second the words left her mouth. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, a small cry escaping his lips along with it. He looked distraught.

               “Betty, I- how could you say that.” He sobbed out, wrapping his arms around his shaking body for comfort. He looked in Betty’s eyes, hoping for even a glint of the same fondness he usually saw. But there was nothing. Her eyes were stone cold, full of tears and full of disappointment. She turned to walk away.

               “I’m sorry Jughead.” She muttered, squeezing her eyes shut and letting the tears flow freely. Her chest was aching to hold him close and tell him it’d all be okay but she knew that it wouldn’t work. Nothing could fix him. There was no hope.

               “Betty no, no please. I can fix myself. Betty please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. Betty!” Jughead screamed out for her to return. He fell to his knees sobbing uncontrollably. All he needed was a friend and now he has no one. Betty was all that mattered to him. Betty was his lifeline. And now she’s gone he has nothing. How is he supposed to live. “I love you.” he breathed out, closing his eyes and inhaling the cold night air.

               The wind was bitter and harsh that night. Almost perfectly portraying the pathetic fallacy of the situation. Both hearts were broken that night. All that they had were the memories of the past, when everything was so innocent. Betty enjoyed revisiting the memories of when they first started the Blue and Gold. Jughead was so happy and optimistic.

               That soon faded when Jughead was given his first bottle of alcohol and bag of weed. He was never the same. Betty missed her best friend. She was truly in love with that boy. The boy who wore the same beanie every day, the boy who loved writing, the boy who loved movie nights, the boy who fixed her and showed her that someone could care. He single-handedly saved Betty Cooper’s life.

               “I can’t do this.” Betty viciously cried into her pillow, hugging it close and hoping it would somehow be replaced with the boy she loved. “I miss you.” she whimpered before drifting off to sleep after one of the worst nights of her life. Or so she thought.

               Whilst Betty was asleep in bed, Jughead gazed through the window of her house, contemplating whether to go in or not. Instead, he decided to leave the note he had previously written and continue with his plan.

               “No turning back now.” He whispered to himself over and over again on the walk to his destination. Once he made it, he took in the view. The waves were crashing destructively against the sides of the cliff. The cliff. This was it. Jughead took his first step, his first breath. “Happiness comes when you are numb, who need cocaine.” He sung softly before taking the second step. This was it.

I hope you enjoyed the part one to this fic! It’s probably only going to have one other part but yknow! My asks are open if anyone wants to send in their ideas I’ll be happy to read them x

Today’s the day...

I was just about to turn 17 when The Vampire Diaries premiered and now I’m 24. I remember seeing the promo’s for it and how I couldn’t wait to watch it, I knew I would love it but I had no idea how special it would become to me and how sentimental I would feel when it ended. TV shows are just TV shows we know that, but certain stories have the ability to leave a mark on us and that’s what happened here. This show gave me an escape when I needed it, it connected me with lifelong friends, its a connection to my youth and I’ve cherished every laugh or cry it’s ever given me and now its ending and there is no good way to say goodbye, but I’ll do my best….

Goodbye to Mystic Falls with all its history, where our characters were born and have lived and loved for so long. 

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Goodbye to Alaric with his giant heart and brilliant mind, I’m gonna miss you buddy! Your name is awesome by the way and if i ever have a son he will probably be named in honor of you :)

Goodbye to Bonnie with her magic and her unbelievable strength and selflessness, and goodbye to Caroline with her bubbly personality and blinding light of a smile. no one could have found two better people to call their best friends. 

Goodbye to Matt and Jeremy two undeniable warriors with their friendship and brotherly presence in everyone’s lives and their ability to stay grounded and just as much a force to be reckoned with as any vampire despite their humanity

Goodbye to Tyler the hot headed, impulsive but sometimes lovable resident werewolf of mystic Fall… my least favorite of the group but he had his moments RIP <3

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goodbye to Stefan with his resilience and determination to do good, I’ll never forget his tender heart and the love he showed for his big brother. If the theories are true and you leave us tonight I’ll be a sobbing mess!

Goodbye to Damon, the hardest goodbye of all. So gorgeous inside and out! so multifaceted.  There has never been and never will be a character I love and respect as much as him. when he hurt I hurt and when he was happy so was I! He suffered physical and emotional abuse from his father, was abandoned by his mother, manipulated and played cruelly by Katherine and then forced to be told time and time again that he wasn’t good enough for the girl he loved when he had fought so hard to be. He’s a survivor and I will love him until I take my last breath on this earth! 

Originally posted by retricar

And finally goodbye to Elena, with her pure soul she was the first to loose so much along this journey but remained a source of strength for everyone around her. She changed everyone she loved for the better and I hope going forward that she and the love of her life can enjoy the happy ending they have fought so hard for and deserve! Goodbye princess!!

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We Intertwined: Ch. 16

An Ignis Scientia Story

Chapter 15 | AO3 | Chapter 17
Word Count: 1,916 

Three weeks had passed since Raine parted for Meldacio and Ignis rejoined the others. There was still more work to be done on the boat, but it was almost ready to set sail. Ignis was starting to worry. Raine kept her promise to call, but as the weeks went on, the calls turned to text messages, and they grew increasingly infrequent.

The guys were camping near the Vesperpool one night when Gladio approached him.

They sat by the side of the fire, a cup of Ebony in Ignis’ hands. He’d been sleeping less, took to drinking coffee in the evenings to stay awake in case Raine called or texted. He didn’t want to accidentally miss her in case she needed him.

“You love her, don’t you?”

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10 things i hate about you w/ jackie and hyde💕💕


PD: I love your icon!

When Jackie’s mother married Bob Pinciotti, she never thought she would actually enjoy her life as Donna’s sister and so. But when Eric Forman intervenes in that happiness wanting to date her sister, she kinda hates him for it. Turns out, Donna will not be able to date until Jackie does, and with date, Bob and Pam mean somoene better than the idiot she dated before, Kelso.

She tries to convince Bob on letting Donna go out and be happy, none of them should be hold in just because one of them is single. What she never imagined is that Eric would take serious cards on the matter, asking for his own adoptive brother’s help. To which Hyde says no, especially when Eric offers him money (“she’s a human being, Forman!”), but ultimately accepts asking Jackie out… or sort of doing it, by taking her to prom, just to make his brother happy. Jackie accepts, knowing what is going on and also wanting Donna’s happiness.

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Lana Del Rey - Flaunt Interview

Lana Del Rey is… happy? 

“I think I was feeling happy that I was present, and not afraid in a way that I couldn’t enjoy my everyday things,” the musician says of the new record’s title, sat in blue jeans, cross-legged on the floor of a Chateau Marmont hotel suite, enjoying French fries and a Diet Coke on a balmy, breezy Friday afternoon. “I’m the kind of person that really loves those things. Like when I drive, I love every road, and I can’t believe that I’m in L.A. I love the architecture, grabbing a coffee, striking up conversation with the people I encounter. And I hate when I can’t enjoy the little things because in the back of my head I have concerns or preoccupations. So for me, it was that sort of lust for life. It was kind of just about happiness.”

“The record has fewer dimensions,” she remarks. “But they’re more beautiful than in the past. I had no idea that would make it easier to talk about.” Has this ease with discussing the content perhaps coincided with a sort of softening, or openness toward her in the arenas of public or journalistic reception? “I feel that,” she says thoughtfully. “And it’s helped me be more open as well. Because it’s hard to talk about your innermost feelings if you feel the reception will be cold. And I hung back for a while. I did a handful of interviews, but not many in the last few years. But also I was writing and writing, and digging through stuff, and not writing things as easy to digest or discuss. It still comes from me, but as I’ve evened out as a person, I don’t have as much I don’t want to say. I feel comfortable.”

“Da-vid La-Chapelle. Whoa. Da-vid La-Chapelle,” Del Rey says breathily, “I just couldn’t believe it,” Del Rey says. “Because I always make things really hard to work, because I don’t want to talk that much. So I had defiantly said to someone, ‘Don’t ask me unless David LaChapelle is shooting it.’ And then I get a call from Stephen Huvane [a partner in Slate PR], and he’s like ‘David LaChapelle is shooting it and you’re going to do it.’ So when I got to his studio, which is like a few blocks from my house, I was blown away. He’s amazing. And he thinks big picture, and different picture, and textures, and he doesn’t want to do a simple portrait right now because that’s not where he is in his life. And I’m the same way. I don’t want to make a pop record if I’m feeling more acoustic, for instance. And so he’s very true to his own space. There’s not that many people that I would follow into the unknown, so to speak, but with him, I would probably do most of what he suggested.”

David LaChapelle - “I have had a relationship with Flaunt for a long time. Lana’s a down-to-earth person. I like her writing. I saw her show at the Hollywood Bowl, and really liked the music, and that inspired the concept and ideas for the photos. Lana was interested in the artistic angle, not a promotional angle, which I really liked. Much more interested in creating art than promoting something.”

Notably, there is a track on Lust for Life, recorded with Sean Lennon, a layered and playful number that explores, among other things, John Lennon and Yoko Ono – a canonical deity of lust and artistry if ever there was – that sees Del Rey refreshingly step outside her own paradigm. “I felt like it belonged to someone else,” she says of the single, “Tomorrow Never Came.” “And I never feel that, because I like to keep everything for myself. I thought it might be strange for Sean to sing a song about John and Yoko as well. But I think the fact that I sing, ‘Isn’t life crazy now that I’m singing with Sean.’ It points to the fact that we’re both aware. I didn’t want it to come out exploitative in any fashion. Not that it would. Still, I wanted to be as careful as possible. I wanted it to come across layered with this sort of meta narrative mixed in. In a way it’s a song about a song.”

I speak over the phone to Lennon, currently in New York, who originally received a very simple version of the song from Del Rey with only her vocals, guitar, and an organ. “To me,” he shares, “Ninety-nine percent of what is magical about that song was already contained in her original vocal performance. I felt like it was my job to simply highlight and accentuate what was already there in her voice and melody, and in her lyrics. Everything I played was merely ornamental, like tailoring a ballroom gown on an already stunning woman: the only way to mess up is if you take away from or disguise the beauty that is already there.”

Considering the lineage in the song and their first collaboration together, I ask Lennon what he learned from the experience. “She has exceptional taste,” he remarks. “I told her that working on her song was a valuable lesson since I often modulate and take unintuitive chordal and melodic twists and turns, and she reminded me that you can be perhaps even more compelling if the melodies and chords feel natural and intuitive, not contrived or disorienting as in my music. Anyway I’ll never forget when she called me after I sent her what I did and her first words were ‘It’s perfect!’ I almost cried with joy because I honestly don’t think anyone has ever said that to me about anything I’ve ever done. It was a very good feeling.”

Beyond the meta-awareness of the lyrics and rich instrumentation [Lennon added “acoustic six- and 12-string guitar, electric guitar, lap steel, upright bass, vibraphone, harpsichord, orchestra bells, drums, and Mellotron strings, and shaker”], a particularly resonant lyric repeats itself a handful of times: You weren’t in the spot you said to wait. I ask Del Rey if there are running themes of stasis or waiting elsewhere on the record. “I think that’s why I felt that of anything on the record, that wasn’t my song,” she considers. “I didn’t feel like I was waiting for anything. It’s really not about anything personally, except that I love the sonics of it; the filters. I try to be as careful as I can that I’ll want to sing stuff on stage that I write. And that song will be an easy one to do because it doesn’t pull at any heartstrings or anything. And I know it’s special to Sean as well, because he’s his dad’s biggest fan. And so I like that, in a small way, they had a moment, in whatever surreal way that could happen.”

 Accordingly, you have my personal favorite track on the record, “God Bless America,” an unbridled spanker of a song that’s title refrain is followed by, “And all the beautiful women in it”—that’s instantly echoing through your melon and one in which Del Rey remarks, “Yeah, I went there.” She describes the song, of which Mawson shared earlier his reluctance to release as a single, given the tendency of Del Rey to net the mentioned public polarization, “It has some strong messaging,” she says nodding. “Some iconography, with Lady Liberty, fire escapes and the streets, and I do get a little New York feel when I listen back to it.” I tell her the song feels grandiose in production, anthemic in verse… very New York in fact, a sparkling pile of empire and accomplishment. And while New York (and its banks) have churned out the free world leader and a boys club not so concerned about everyone therein being blessed, moreover the “beautiful women in it”—reminding us that grandiosity has its pitfalls—“God Bless America” could easily ascend the ladder as a 2017 rally cry.

I ask her if she feels the appropriative nature of the song title may stir any pots of sorts.”Well, it’s the God word,” she says measuredly. “But the phrase has wider meaning. It’s more of a sentiment. When I wrote it I didn’t feel like it was confined to a traditional portrait of the Lord, as some sects might see it. It was more like, ‘Fucking God bless us all and let’s hope we make it through this.’ She further explains the genesis, “When all the Women’s Marches were happening, I had already written this song, because I had been hearing a lot of things online. And I have a sister, and a lot of girlfriends, who had a lot of concerns about things that were being said in the media by some of our leaders. And I saw an instant reaction from women, and I was like, ‘Wow. There is no confusing how women are feeling about the state of the nation.’ And so without really trying to, I felt compelled to just write a song and say we are all concerned. And it really made me think about my relationship with women. And I felt proud of myself, because I do love the women in my life. And I take care of them, and I ask them what they think about music, and guys, and problems, and I thought it was so cool that I’m really right there in the same boat with them. And sometimes I’m not. Sometimes I feel like I’ve got my finger right on the pulse of what’s going on, and then some of my music comes out and it’s like, ‘Fuck, that was a miss. Fuck, that’s not what people feel, at all. But with this, I was right there with everyone.”

Considering the caution from management around the track, I ask Del Rey if the potentiality for rib kicks, or what have you, is particular to her, not just someone famous. Does she feel she’s been on the receiving end of a sort of media lust? A presumptive, dutiful debunking of myths? “Perhaps,” Del Rey considers. “Or the journalists don’t have enough going on personally andthey feel like their contribution to current culture is myth building. It’s either one. It’s a broad mix. And I’ll definitely take accountability for how my energy has informed a lot of not true stories. But 50% of that has just been someone’s personal agenda.” Still, despite the pricks and pokes over time, Del Rey does feel the media is incredibly important and worth fighting for at the moment. “That’s why I do love journalists,” she says, “when they’re not assholes, because writers are critical thinkers. They’re people who think it’s important to have conversation, and conversation can lead to change.”

I’d agree: the fundamental purpose of media is to present the facts and propel conversation. That, of course, has been tossed into the bullshit blender of late; a corrupted election, orchestrated intel leaks, and in turn media’s brandishing “the enemy of the people” by the venal and orange President Trump, has the press in a pretty gobsmacked, beleaguered position. So ass over heels that even the governing party’s own Fox News mascot, Bill O’Reilly, has finally been ousted for sexually pawing and verbally gnawing on women whom his employers have considerably paid off over the years to keep hush. It’s a mess out there, right or left or between. “I feel like this election jolted almost everyone who was floating around, feeling weird, whatever… right into the current moment,” Del Rey says. “I know several people that had a sort of drifter mentality that are now in the thick of it, considering things, and considering their own contributions, and what matters. I’ve known what matters to me for a long time, so I was already kind of there, but I didn’t really see it going this negatively. I feel like we’re in a bit of a Hitchcockian experience, and you’re in a scenario, and every day you wake up and you can’t believe the things being said and done are real. And I think some people are questioning if this shit is actually happening, like especially with the North Korea issues, which are really the scariest because you’re talking about nuclear annihilation.”

“The world is in an extraordinarily tenuous place. And while it could be said, certainly for the sake of this piece, the earliest seedlings of civilization were wrought with lust for power, we are, it seems, at somewhat of a tipping point. On the topic of the Women’s March, I share a video of the protests in Caracas, Venezuela, where some two million people were marching that morning against President Nicolás Maduro, dozens of whom were reported killed by police or government backing loyalists.” I remark that the collectivist, community-making nature of protest could perhaps only be likened to the power of song. Is there anything on the record that explores this swell of community-making here and around the world at present? She considers. “Well, I have a song that’s quite aware about the collective worry, about whether this is the end of an era. It’s called “When the world was at war we kept dancing.” But I actually went back and forth about keeping it on the record, because I didn’t want it there if it would make people feel worse instead of better. It’s not apathetic. The tone of the production is very dark, and doesn’t lead to a fucking happy feeling. And the question it poses: Is this the end of America, of an era? Are we running out of time with this person at the helm of a ship? Will it crash? In my mind, the lyrics were a reminder not to shut down or shut off, or just don’t talk about things. It was more like stay vigilant and keep dancing. Stay awake.”

Given the pace and intensity of the environment in our surrounds of which the artist speaks, I point out that there are still moments on the record that feel lonely, or lost in expectancy, far from active. I cite a lyric: “We get all dressed up to go nowhere in particular.” Del Rey shares that she’d had a phone call with a friend earlier that day, about their personal lives, their music, and she states that he too raised that when talking about artistic stall as a demonstration of stasis. She disagreed with him. “It wasn’t about stasis. I meant that you don’t need to have anything to do to get dressed up and feel special.”

We live in a culture where pressure and precedent abound, one in which women are constantly challenged with not feeling special based on their body, their skin color, their age, their social position, their follower count. Does she agree? “It’s more like we just don’t have as much cultural practice at taking the time to appreciate ourselves for who we really are,” she says. “We spend a lot of time when the nation was founding building government, money, and then getting the education system down, so it’s not like some cultures where you take time to mediate, et cetera, on your own dreams, wishes, self worth. I think it’s not enough practice. It’s not like they teach you that in school. But I think that that’s changing too. That’s actually a lot of what the record is about. Even in “God Bless America”… ‘Take me as I am, don’t see me for what I’m not… Only you can save me tonight.’ It’s about seeing people: what they’re actually doing. Who they actually are.”

In that sense, Del Rey is championing the same values as her influential predecessors, few and far as they may be, or as bamboozled by the power systems in which they thrived. Consider “Beautiful People,” where she trades verses and coalesces on the chorus with the one and only Stevie Nicks, of whom I refer to as a bonafide badass. “I didn’t know what to except or that I could even ask her, Del Rey remarks. “When I went through ideas of women that could really add something to the record, she was the one we kept coming back to. ‘Bonafide badass’ is a great phrase for her. She’s really real. And she’s still fucking touring, which baffles me. There are so few women doing that. You’ve got Courtney Love, who works, sings, tours… there’s not that many women who were making music in the ’70s or ’80s who still make music. It really is pretty crazy.”

“I know a couple of people who love to write,” she says as we’re collecting ourselves to leave the hotel room, “and love to rhyme, love melodies, and I do too. But to me it’s so much more than that. It feels like a life’s work and it feels like it’s really important just to me, so I put a lot of time into it.”

We’ve been speaking for a little over an hour. I return to a conversation we’d briefly shared on the photo shoot regards this, Flaunt’s music issue, and its theme (“heartbreak”), determined before we’d secured Del Rey as our cover subject. She’d been briefed on this by her publicity team and was admittedly wary about aligning. Again, that embodiment dilemma. Appropriation? Role playing? “Everything I’ve done in the last two years,” she says with confidence, “I would never say anything that wasn’t true. Even in the music. That’s why I was nervous about me being on the cover, and in big font “The Heartbreak Issue” because the thing is, I don’t feel heartbroken. So I didn’t want to continue a narrative that didn’t apply to me. Because the only person who truly cares about whether I continue that narrative, or any, is me. So I have to do my due diligence. And it doesn’t always work, but I’ll be damned if I don’t fucking try.”

  • What she says: I'm happy that Taylor is taking time off to enjoy her life.
  • What she means: I miss Taylor Alison Swift more than I thought I was capable of. At some moments, I forget how much I was fascinated by her when she was still promoting her work, but then she pops up and I fall back into the endless cycle of love for her. I want new music more than anything, and I desperately hope that this new music will be written using her stylistic choices instead of following the media's strict requirements for "good" music. I wish she was still watching fans on social media gush about how happy she makes them. I also wish we had weekly updates on how Meredith and Olivia are doing. I. Just. Want. Her. Back.
Treat you better (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Peter x reader based on treat you better by Shawn please❤  / To be honest anything angsty would be great haha. Maybe even with a few parts of you’d rather by @thefandomplace

A/N: Requests are open!

Peter opened his door to find his best friend crying. Tears run down her face as sobs escaped her throat.
Peter opened the door wider, letting her in and helping her remove her coat before hugging her close to him. He kissed her forehead softly, waiting for her to say something.
‘’I went to his house to surprise him with his birthday gift’’ she whispered, tears still on her face, ‘’and when I arrived he… He… He was with another girl. When he saw me, he started to apologise but… It hurts so bad, Pete’’ she cried on his jumper.
He hugged her closer as his blood started to boil -he couldn’t stand to see you hurt.
‘’Go sit on the couch’’ he whispered, ‘’I’ll go get some hot chocolate.’’
She nodded and let him go, walking towards the living room.
When Peter arrived at the kitchen, he rested his hands on the counter, trying not to scream and go after the boy that had made her cry.
He arrived at the living room with two cups of hot chocolate, giving her one. Her face was not as red anymore, but he could still see the traces of tears on her cheeks.
‘’You should dump him’’ Peter said as he sat on the couch, not daring to look at her face.
‘’What?’’ her voice came out strangled, her eyes opening wide. ‘’But I love him! And he loves me as well!’’
Peter sighed loudly and rubbed his face, trying not to shout at her.
‘’[Y/N]…’’ he started. ‘’You have just come to my house crying because you have seen him cheating on you and you still say that he loves you?’’
He looked softly at her, his hands still covering half of his face. Her eyes were filled with rage, and she looked ready to shout at him.
‘’Thank you for nothing, asshole’’ she said, getting up from the couch. ‘’I thought I could always count on you and when I need you the most, you treat me as if I was stupid. Fuck you.’’
Just as she was about to put on her coat, Peter shot a web at her. She wasn’t even surprised -he did it all the time, although it was usually as a joke.
‘’[Y/N], listen to me!’’ Peter shouted, already mad. ‘’He treats you as if you were a piece of shit, and you deserve somebody who treats you like the princess you are! I can’t understand how you fail to see that!’’
Peter could hear the blood rushing through his veins and if he put enough attention, he could also hear [Y/N]’s heart beating in her chest.
‘’You have no right to choose what’s right and what’s wrong for me, Peter Parker’’ she told him, a murderous look in her eyes.
‘’I know I don’t, but I’m your best friend and I love you! God, I love you! I’ve been loving you since you fell asleep on my bed doing our History project in 8th grade and I will love you until we are eighty! And I promised myself I would let you be happy with him, that I wouldn’t tell you my feelings in order not to confuse you, but, shit, [Y/N], I just can’t stand here and see your life and your happiness go to waste because some random asshole thinks you are not worthy of love!’’
When Peter was done with his monologue, all he could hear was her heart beating faster than it ever had.
‘’I can treat you better’’ he whispered at her, finally letting go of the string of web.
He hadn’t realised her body getting closer to his and he jumped when he felt her hand softly caressing his cheek, closing his eyes a moment after to enjoy the feeling.
‘’Pete…’’ she whispered. ‘’I… I don’t know what to say.’’
‘’Please, don’t say anything. You said it yourself; you love him. I understand that, but, please, don’t go back to him. You deserve way better’’ he whispered, his eyes still closed, not wanting to see the rejection hers held.
She hesitated for a moment and kissed his cheek, softly removing her hands from his cheeks and leaving his house, an empty feeling in his heart after he had poured everything he had ever wanted to say.


The Girls from Alcyone by Cary Caffrey (Trilogy)

Summary: On 24th century Earth, Sigrid is born into an enormous life-debt that she has no hope of escaping. Her parents sell her to the Kimura Corporation, where a group of girls are trained to become genetically enhanced mercenaries. When the secrets of this genetic research become known, the girls from Alycone are hunted by the Federated Corporations and must fight to survive.

Thoughts: I really enjoyed the first book of this trilogy - it’s the kind of book that I would love to see turned into a badass, female-led movie. Sigrid and Suko fall in love at the Academy and make a cute power couple, in the ruthless mercenary kind of way.

The second and third books in the trilogy didn’t hold my attention as well. The action scenes eventually felt interchangeable, and I felt like it would have been stronger as a standalone novel. But if you’re into futuristic dystopian sci-fi, check out the first book.

Warnings: Action violence, murder, kidnapping

The Plan (Wonder Woman x wlw reader)

this is my first full oneshot on this blog!! it’s loosely based on a prompt from @fan1geek1addicted - I got a little carried away, I promise I’ll write some pure fluff soon :) enjoy!

Sometimes Diana leaves. It’s just a fact of your relationship: there are times when she needs to leave to go fight, to go protect, to go be the wonder that she is, and that part of her is integral to why you love her. You would never want your relationship to stand between her and what she stands for, so you’re happy to put that part of your life on the backburner for a week or two when a situation arises.

However, now it’s been nearly a month since Diana had come through your front door, so with a nervous, discontent sigh, you walk past the front entrance of your shared apartment and get into bed by yourself for what seems feels like the hundredth time. Against your own hopes, you can’t help but think: this isn’t going according to plan.

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Imagine Gillian and David at a dinner party with close friends, sitting in the garden by night in soft light side by side on a comfortable, cushioned bench. Davids arm is draped over her bare shoulder and his thumb draws little circles on the soft skin of her arm while she laughs heartily at one of Orlandos jokes. David’s so comfortable around these people, he occasionally leans over and kisses her sun-kissed cheeks, earning lovely, affectionate smiles from her. As Nancy brings the desserts, she isn’t sure which one she wants to try, so he takes the opposite of what she has, and she ends up eating both, because she loves dessert, and he loves watching her enjoy herself. When they lit a bonfire on the beach later that night, he pulls her into his lap and catches Orlando’s genuine smile in the corner of his eyes. He’s so happy, and the people who love him are entitled to know.