i make it a little clearer i think

Honestly as hard as that interview was to read… it makes me so gosh darn proud of Liam, Louis and Niall. I was already proud, but after reading this, combined with the little tidbit Niall shared a couple weeks back about having to play songs and essentially pitch himself to the label before they signed him, I think we all have a lot clearer of an understanding of just how hazy their futures were when the hiatus was announced. And of how terrifying that must have been. But, here they are. Working 100 times harder than they probably ever did in 1D to do right by themselves and right by their fans and make names for themselves and put out music that’s true to who they are as artists, against all the odds, and despite the majority’s resignation that H and Z were the only ones who would make it. That takes guts. And I’m really, really fucking proud of them.

12x11 Episode Review - What a Ride That Was!

Having just completed my second watch of this episode I have to say I am slightly stunned. I guess the best way to put it is ‘not what I expected’. But then what did I really expect? I was expecting pain, heartbreak, drama, interspersed with some humour and a big “no homo” scene to counteract last episode. I was expecting some dudebro Dean to appease certain types of viewer, along with a nice helping of deep subtext into Dean analysis for us to eat up that would go straight over that type of viewers head. I was certainly not expecting… Larry.

I haven’t looked at tumblr yet, except to glance at my askbox. I assume that you are all suitably going mad over Larry. Over the implications of Larry. Over the sheer insanity of the episodes biggest innuendo fuelled moments and probably laughing about it. I expect a hundred gifsets. I want to reblog those gifsets. I am also sure that Larry has already been meta’d to death… But what’s the harm in a little more meta to add to the massive pile gonna do? Because I wanna meta the FUCK out of Larry.

But there is a lot more to this episode than just Larry. We did get heartbreak. We did get drama and we did get some really nice character moments. Rowena particularly was amazing this episode (who am I kidding though she is always amazing) and I loved learning more about her thoughts. Overall I think it was entertaining, though not one of the best episodes, but that could be because the writing was a bit sloppy and sometimes the story didn’t make sense. I’ll get to why in a bit. Let’s just say that Meredith Glynn isn’t my favourite of the new writers by any means. I didn’t even review The One You’ve Been Waiting For because I didn’t feel particularly inspired by it at all.

But having said that she gave us Larry, and for that I will forever be thankful… even if she didn’t intend for us to take it the way I have (and I am guessing most of you reading this have too).

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Review of 14x03 “Go Big or Go Home”

“She’s still grumpy, huh?”  If you read my season 13 reviews, you know that I often criticized who Meredith had become, or more accurately, who the writers had written her to be.  Meredith, at her core, is dark and twisty, but in earlier seasons she still had basic kindness.  Seasons 12 and 13 Meredith did not.  She was bitter, snarky, and unrelatable.  Season 14 Meredith has, so far, been written much better.  And even though she spent most of this episode being angry, it was written in a way that was human.  She acknowledged her anger and dealt with it instead of just being nasty to everyone in her path.  This is a huge improvement in the writing for Meredith, in my opinion.  And since they are letting Meredith acknowledge and deal with her emotions, it makes sense that her patient would also be her therapist. Kill two birds with one stone, right?   This way Meredith can practice medicine and process her feelings.  I would have appreciated the “I am done with triangles,” line if the first major promo of the season hadn’t been solely about love triangles.  Instead, it just made me yell at my TV.  The blood clot that the psychiatrist has represents Meredith’s inability to tell Nathan how she feels.  His heart is blocked.  Her heart is blocked.  Until it isn’t and Meredith’s feelings spill out.  “You don’t have to lie.  You have to fight.  Show her that you love her.  Remind her of why she fell in love with you.  Make her see that she is your first and only choice.  Please don’t blow this.”  Not one line of that was about Megan.  

Speaking of Megan, she looks rougher recovering from surgery than she did after being held captive for ten years.

Benley – Once again, I am 100% here for them being the side couple who are happy to rub each other’s feet in a cute little scene but not be a prominent storyline.  Side note – Do Benley have a foot fetish?  Last week it was the shoes, and in every bedroom scene he is rubbing her feet.  I mean, whatever works.  I’m just wondering…

Arizona and Carina – They are having great sex, guys.  They really want us to know that.  Better than Eliza sex. Skilled sex.  Incredible sex. And good for Arizona.  Go on girl, get yours.  But…I’m not invested in them yet.  I want to hear about great sex with a couple I am rooting for.  I need more from this to fully jump on board this ship.  

Webber – I don’t think I mentioned this last week, but I am happy to see Webber back as the wise old sage.

Jolex – Yay for kissing in the elevator.  And the parking lot. And Alex moving back home. Like I said last week, I love happy Jolex, but I can’t help but wonder when the other shoe will drop.

Maluca – I was a Maluca shipper before we wanted Maggie as far away from Jackson as possible.  I said last week that I thought we should watch these two because of Carina telling Maggie that Andrew thinks she’s beautiful and Maggie clearly reacting to it.  And in this episode, they have two scenes together, one entirely discussing their relationship that leads to, like last week, Maggie calling Webber her father.  Plus, in the promo for next week, they are standing next to one another in Amelia’s room. Nothing is completely clear yet, but I still say that this may be something.  

Amelia – Caterina is playing this story well.  Amelia questioning every decision she has ever made over the last several years is heartbreaking.  And can I just applaud the writers for moving this story along?  If this story had happened last season, no one would have found out about her tumor for at least eight episodes.  I cannot be more thankful for continuity and movement this season.  My favorite scene was when Owen realized he was looking at Amelia’s scans.  Owen moving from anger to realization to pain in seconds was captured perfectly.

 Maggie/Jackson – I didn’t watch live so when I saw the tweets about Maggie touching Jackson I thought it was much bigger than what it was.  There was no ambiguity in their looks.  They looked uncomfortable, and he looked mildly annoyed.  I have a guy at my work who hugs me without asking.  I give him the same look that Jackson gave Maggie.  There was no flirtation, sexual tension, or spark.  Just awkwardness.  The writers had to do something with this story because it was brought up in the finale, so they decided to try and make it funny.  We know it is failing, and I think they do, too, whether they admit it or not.  But I see why they went this route.  It’s all part of fixing what was broken with the writing.  The way they are “fixing” the writing issues of last season are all pretty clear: make a joke out of it (Jackson/Maggie), a brain tumor (Omelia), pretend it didn’t happen (Jolex), or correct major writing flaws (Griggs).  I think that because there is such a reaction to this story, the writers thought they could bank on that and use it for comedy. They were wrong, but I see the thinking behind the decision.

Harper Avery/Jackson/April – The ONLY reason Harper Avery is in this episode is to say what he said to Jackson. He says he is there to discuss some issues he has with how the hospital has spent money, but all of that is glossed over and the focus is only on the message Harper has for Jackson.  Think about it.  They could have killed Harper off screen, and just told Jackson and been done with it. Instead, they purposely chose to bring him on screen and let us watch him call April Jackson’s wife and tell Jackson that he is like his father.  And, I know this is controversial, but I partially agree with Harper on this.  April should not have gone to Jordan the second time, but I don’t see her going as a reason for divorce.  You divorce someone because they are mean, violent, a terrible person, or they cheat.  You don’t divorce someone who is mentally broken over the loss of their child.  She absolutely hurt him, but he used that as his way out.  Whether Jackson wants to admit it or not, Robert taught him that when things are tough, you leave.  And he did. Yes, he is still there physically (for now?)  but he still walked away.  (I am ready for the messages telling me I am wrong on that point.  Go ahead.  But I will always believe Jackson has some Robert Avery inside of him.) If I am right, Jackson’s journey this season began with finding and confronting his dad last season.  He thought he needed to do that to deal with and close the trust and abandonment issues he has in his life, but I would argue that seeing Robert just ripped the hole inside him wide open.  Finding his father after just becoming a father has sent Jackson on a journey to figure out what being an Avery means to him.  Is he like Harper who seems cold, distant, and unfeeling but has unparalleled business sense and values family?  Is he like Robert who always felt not quite good enough to carry the Avery name and decided it was easier on the Averys, his wife, and his child if he was no longer a part of the picture?  Or is he someone else entirely?  Does he have the ability to be a strong business man and a strong family man?  I think Jackson will find out this season who he is as an Avery and what is ultimately important to him.  He is still under the shadow of his father and grandfather, but Harper’s death will change that.  We will either see a reappearance of Robert trying to step back in or Jackson stepping up and doing things his way.  If I am right, I think this is the perfect story for Jackson, and this journey is necessary for him to be able to have a meaningful, lasting relationship.

We have been told April has a complicated journey this season.  I think this journey started with April telling Jackson she was in pain last week and is a little clearer this week.  I think April’s journey is a mental health journey.  I am not saying April is crazy.  Far from it.  However, she has been through multiple deep traumas, and she hasn’t fully dealt with any of them.  Speaking up for what SHE needed last week was the first time, maybe ever, that we have seen April make a decision with her best interests above everyone else’s. This doesn’t mean she does not love Jackson anymore or wants to move on.  She clearly still loves him.  But for once, she is taking care of herself.  Good for her, because like Jackson’s journey, she has to fix what she is dealing with before she can be in a meaningful, lasting relationship.  This episode, in a way, walked the audience and April back through many of her traumas.  The brought up several of the major things April has dealt with over the years for a reason.  They are reminding us what she has been through and what she still needs to deal with. We see that April is hurting from the beginning when she is (as always) a supportive friend to Arizona, even though it hurts.  April has been a shoulder to lean on for many of the other characters, yet she hasn’t had one in return.  Jackson is the only confidant and support she has had, but she cannot lean on him right now. The Nicole Herman mention is used as a part of Ameila’s story, but we can’t hear that name and not flash back in our minds to April and Jackson holding their dying son in that dimly lit hospital room.  The Matthew flash-mob proposal mention hints at another moment that April has to be still dealing with mentally.  In no way do I think she regrets marrying Jackson, but leaving Matthew, who whether you like him or not is a good man, went against everything she believes and tested her moral compass.  (Side note: I saw all the tweets praying that Matthew doesn’t come back.  You might see him again.  Don’t make it more than what it is.  Closure for April.)  I think at this point April is questioning herself, her choices, her actions, and everything she believes.  Because “No matter how many vows you make, you still end up in a new apartment and don’t see your kid half the time.”  April believed in promises and vows and happily ever afters.  But did any of that work out for her?  Is that her fault?  And where does she go next?  In the end, the camera focuses on April as the voiceover asks, “How do we save lives when ours may be falling apart?”  And that is exactly how April feels right now.  Her life has fallen apart.  And what is she supposed to do about it?

Jackson and April’s journeys, if I am right, are tough this season, and I think we will see them mostly face their obstacles alone.  Because they need to.  Jackson needs to learn how to trust, and April needs to make herself happy before they can come back together.  Otherwise, they will have the same problems and end up right back where they are.  For those of you that think they are done, go back and look at the scenes they were in.  Japril is the underlying message, the elephant in the room, the unspoken word in most, if not all of them.  Harper Avery’s dying message to Jackson was to bring his WIFE and CHILD to dinner and not to be like his father.  That line is completely unnecessary to a Jackson storyline that is only about HAF and does not involve April.  April easily could have helped those sixteen-year-olds go to the dance without relating it to her personal story.  Sarah plays comedy well and those scenes could have been written that way if her storyline is not going to involve Jackson, but they weren’t.  I see everyone’s frustration, and I get it. However, I THINK we may be at the beginning of a beautiful story of Jackson and April finding themselves, and then each other, if we are patient enough to wait for it.

Bite Me (Oneshot)

AN: Soooo guess who’s not dead? Yeah, sorry guys. I started my Senior year and everything just went to hell from there. Fortunately, I’m graduating next month and I won’t be starting college until the Fall, so guess who has more free time soon!? Anyways, I started a new request, but then remembered I had this one already started and almost done. So I finished it real quick and I’m posting it as a sort of apology for being so inactive. I hope this one is to your liking, anon!

Prompt:  Hi! Can you do a Bucky x reader where they kinda have a love/hate relationship and one day they are arguing and the reader is like “bite me” to Bucky and he’s like okay and leaves a bunch of hickeys on her. And then like the next day while them and the avengers are chilling Steve see’s the marks and is like the hell? And Bucky appears and is like she said bite me so I did. Sorry if this is confusing and thank you so much!!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, teasing, angry/horny Bucky, heavy kissing, hickeys, no smut tho.

Gif not mine

The relationship between you and Bucky was friendly but at the same time… strained. At times the both of you would get along and sometimes actually hang out. Other times you would be at each other’s throats. This obviously was driving the team crazy since they never knew what mood the two of you would be in. However, everything finally came to a head one evening after a particularly stressful mission.

“Hey, Y/N, have you seen my-” Bucky was cut off as soon as he walked into the bathroom connected to your room and saw you. He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his broad chest.

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About Magnus’s lovers

Fourth chapter! Thanks again to my beautiful betas who put up with me and my Magnus fangirling <3

The show mentioned 17,000 lovers, while in the books it’s probably less, but apart from that, I think it can be useful knowing Magnus’s experience in love, even more to understand how/why he reacts or behaves in certain ways when confronted with aspects of his relationship with Alec and past lovers. I hope it’s helpful! I provided dates and bottom line summaries, so let’s get into that in chronological order.
Feel free to ask for more details or discuss an aspect you found interesting!

Quotes and references:

“The Bane Chronicles”
Shadowhunters TV Show – Season 2, Episode 04 “Day of Wrath”
Shadowhunters TV Show – Season 2, Episode 13 “Those Of Demon Blood”

1. Unnamed woman (17? – 1761)

The first lover Magnus mentions is a human woman. We don’t know her name, only that she was not his first lover, but she was the first one who stayed with him until her death. After thirty years, Magnus is still somehow suffering from the loss: he had no new lovers and he still thinks about her.

“You’re always on holiday,” Ragnor pointed out. “You’ve been on holiday for thirty years!
It was true. Magnus had not been settled anywhere since his lover died—not his first lover, but the first one who had lived by his side and died in his arms. Magnus had thought of her often enough that the mention of her did not hurt him, her remembered face like the distant familiar beauty of stars, not to be touched but to shine in front of his eyes at night.

The Bane Chronicles
What Really Happened in Peru (1791)

At this point, she is the only lover we are aware of that decided to stay with Magnus till the end, probably knowing, by then, that he was immortal. His future relationships won’t be this lovely nor faithful (with the exception of the one with Alec, of course).

  • Positive aspects: faithful.
  • Negative aspects: -
  • Knowledge: she probably knows about his immortal status.
  • Reason for breakup: her death.

2. Axel von Fersen (1791-1791) – France

They meet in Paris when Axel geos to Magnus’s house to ask for his help. Axel has heard about Magnus’s (magical) talents and he wants Magnus to help the royal family of Sweden to save the French royals (especially the queen; we are in the years of the Revolution). Magnus agrees because he’s fascinated by Axel’s beauty and courage.

Magnus states clearly that he accepted this “mission” just to get to know Axel more. Axel, however, seems to play along only to have his help, and Magnus probably knows it.

“Monsieur,” Axel said, leaning forward, “you do this as a true patriot of France!”
“I do this,” Magnus continued calmly, “to develop our friendship. I ask only to see you again when the thing is done.”
“To see me?”
“To see you, monsieur.”
Axel’s shoulders drew back a bit, and he looked down at his plate. For a moment Magnus thought it was all for nothing, that he had made the wrong move. But then Axel looked back up, and the candlelight flickered in his blue eyes.
“Monsieur,” he said, taking Magnus’s hand across the table, “we shall be the closest of friends evermore.”
This was precisely what Magnus wanted to hear.

The Bane Chronicles
The Runaway Queen (June 1791)

Magnus goes through the mission, saves who needs to be saved, delivers them to Axel and waits for all of them to go hide and be safe.

Because he involved himself in this dangerous situation, the vampires who are active in the Revolution destroy his home and kidnap (kill/turn? We don’t know precisely) his staff, Marie and Claude. Magnus then flees into the Alps and there he discovers the royals couldn’t make it out of France and were sent back to Paris. Axel managed to escape and go to Vienna to ask for help. Magnus writes to him and the reply comes after three whole weeks from Axel’s sister. She asks Magnus to help Axel, who, however, seems to have forgotten completely about Magnus. He was never interested in the first place and he clearly only wanted his help.
Magnus lost a lot because of it all, so he just gives up. It’s not worth it.

  • Positive aspects: passion and flirt.
  • Negative aspects: Axel just needs Magnus’s help and was never interested.
  • Knowledge: Axel knows about his magic (but nothing about the Downworlders).
  • Reason for breakup: it was never a relationship in the first place; Axel moved on and Magnus gave up.

3. Camille Belcourt (1857-1878) – London

I have a whole meta about his relationship with Camille, from the first encounter to their breakup so, please, refer to that for details (read here). Long story short: it was, in general, a one sided relationship (although the reference of the early 1870s in the show (episode 2x04), when Camille saved Magnus from committing suicide, and Camille’s addiction in 1977, when Magnus saved her, may suggest otherwise), with Magnus loving her, and Camille just having fun. That doesn’t mean that maybe she cared, but it was obvious she didn’t love him. She liked his immortal status, his power, his appearance and the idea of him, but she didn’t want anything serious like he did.
Magnus gave his 100% while he was used for a little fun in return.

  • Positive aspects: passion, beauty.
  • Negative aspects: no honesty or seriousness.
  • Knowledge: Camille knows about him and his status, but not about his family (at least in the books).
  • Reason for breakup: Camille cheated on him while being in Saint Petersburg.

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anonymous asked:

Can I have a prompt batch for romantic urban witches?

!! of course!

  • She loved her wife, no matter how many times she accidentally set the flowers on fire instead of making them healthier, or tried to use magic in order to set the table, and then breaking all the dishes in the process.
  • There was always background noise outside their apartment– car horns, people chatting on the street, the occasional shout for someone to “move out of the way” or “watch where you’re going.” Sometimes her girlfriend couldn’t stand it, so she used a little bit of magic to make their home quieter. 
  • On her birthday, she kisses her on the cheek and hands her a good luck amulet. She wears it everywhere she goes. It’s not until she starts having a terrible day that she realizes she’s lost it and now has to scour the city to find it.
  • “You know, I could just… use a little bit of magic… to, uh… make your ex have a bad day… or week… or… month…”
    “But they’re the worst!”
    “I love you, but you can’t use magic to ruin my ex’s life.”
    “Why not?”
  • She misses the stars she always saw when she lived in a less populated environment. Now she can’t see past the streetlights. Her girlfriend uses a spell to make the stars look just a little clearer and a little brighter, just for her, and she feels tears welling up in her eyes and her heart soaring.
  • “I don’t think we can use magic to get Bob’s Burgers back on Netflix.”
    “What? But there has to be something we can do!”
    She kissed her on the head. “Probably not.”
    She sank into her girlfriend’s shoulder. “But we were almost finished with Season 5…”
SMTOWN Official Japan NCT Q&A (20161007) JAEHYUN


1 Who is the manliest member in NCT?

2 Who is most baby-like in NCT?

3 Who eats the most in NCT?

4 Who is the fashionista on NCT?

5 Who is the easiest to get scared(/timid) in NCT?

6 Who takes care of other members the most in NCT?

JAEHYUN’s Answer

1 YUTA: He doesn’t care trivial things. I think that’s manly. (laughs)

2 HAECHAN: He is our No.1 prankster! He is cute. He is our lovely little brother that we all adore.

3 JAEHYUN: I love eating delicious dishes. No matter how much I think, the answer for this question is me. (laughs) I have to be careful not to eat too much..

4 TEN: He has various styles. He knows how to cover his weak point and how to make his good point clearer(more obvious).

5 TAEYONG: He is scared of darkness. If he goes to dark or creepy places alone, he calls my name.. He is really scared of horror movies and when he watches them, he speaks more than usual and sometimes even screams. (laughs)

6 DOYOUNG: He is the mother of NCT. Although I appreciate his consideration, he nags a bit too much….^▽^

source: SMTOWN OFFICIAL JAPAN (20161007 updated)

translation: NCTimezone

So since I answered this ask this morning, I’ve been thinking about it, and I just want to make a point that I made in my response a little bit clearer:

Fandom wouldn’t exist without creators — we can all agree on that, I think. It’s the fic and art and playlists and vids and edits and gifs and meta that keeps people engaged in something years and years after the actual source material ends. But what we don’t always talk about is how fandom wouldn’t exist without all creators, the ones who get the attention and the ones who don’t. I know it may seem easy for me to say as someone who has found relative success writing fic, but I’ve been in fandom for about 15 years, and only now are people really finding and engaging with my stuff (this isn’t a complaint, just a fact)! The thing is, we keep creating not because we get notes or comments (even though those help with the Motivation) but because we love this thing (be it a TV show or book or movie or whatever it is). Enough to devote hundreds of hours of work to it without monetary reward and, often, without recognition. And usually in the face of a great deal of derision from others (both within and outside the fandom). That in itself is absolutely amazing.

The point I want to elaborate on, though, is that it is the diversity of perspective that makes engaging with fandom worth it, and makes each individual creator so valuable. (I’m going to talk about fic here ‘cause it’s my beat, but this applies to all forms of fan creation, I think). If the same 10-or-so writers wrote for a fandom, it would get so boring so quickly (not to say anything against those writers, of course) because no one would challenge anything. No one would say: “everyone portrays this character in such a way, but what if they’re reading this wrong?” No one would say: “I see this trope a lot, but what if this happened to turn it on its head?” We need people who see things differently to continue creating because that’s the only way our own perspective grows, not just in regard to the source material, but in regard to life.

Fan creators are making art, and art is the single most beautiful thing about the human experience. Its only purpose is to make us think — to reconsider, to revaluate, to challenge, to express — and every single individual human being brings their own personality, history, ideas and values to their art. No two people’s creations (be they stories, drawings, etc.) will ever be the same.

If you have a desire to contribute to fandom, but you’ve been holding back (or you’re considering holding back) because you’re worried about rejection or having trouble finding an audience, I’m asking you from the bottom of my heart to make your art anyway. Because some of the most incredible things I’ve ever read have had two comments on AO3. Some of the most mind-blowingly well-edited vids have had 40 views on YouTube (if that!). Someone will find your work, and that someone will be affected by it. And if they don’t — if for some reason you end up without any engagement — you’ve still made a huge personal leap. You’ve created something! With your own brain! And it is so uniquely and beautifully yours!

Fandom is imperfect. Incredibly imperfect. But there’s a reason we’re all here, isn’t there? We love this thing, and we want to love it together. Because of all of you — even the ones whose work I haven’t seen — I love my favorite show more than I ever have. You’ve kept this machine going for 50 years and it would not, would not, would not be the same without you. I know how easy it is to get discouraged, but you’re doing so well. And you’ll only ever grow from here.

tl;dr: All fan-creators are important. You’re doing amazing. I’m glad you’re here. <3

dine and dash (stefan salvatore ft klaus mikaelson, pt iv)

Plot: You and Stefan dated for three years while in high school. You both thought your relationship would last, but college managed got in the way. You wanted to move out of the region and Stefan couldn’t find the strength to let go of his life and home in Mystic Falls. So you two decided to break up. You left to college in Massachusetts and Stefan stayed in Mystic Falls. While you were gone, things changed between you and a certain original, but you hadn’t yet let go of Stefan. Now, almost six years later, you’re both invited to Bonnie and Kol’s wedding. It’s time for a reunion. While trying to figure out what to do with Stefan, you lose another lover.

Pairings: Delena, Carenzo, Jalaric, Mebekah, Tyliv, Stefivy, Haylijah, Konnie/Kennett, Damon x Bonnie x Reader (friends), Klaus x (you’ll have to read and see)

Warnings: anger, cursing, heart-wrench (sorry no smut)

A/N: I know I know I know… I need to work on the stupid plot :( sorry! I just wanted to get this out bc I really love it. thank you for reading this series! this part is a little more based around your friendships than anything. Your feelings for Klaus remain a little unclear but also become a little clearer… if that makes sense? pls let me know what you think!!! (no gifs are mine!!!)

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“Looking for this?” Damon holds out the clipboard, eyes on Elena as she help cleans the mess they all made.

“Yes, and shouldn’t you be helping?” You grab the clipboard and Damon raises a brow.

“Do you really think I’d get in the middle of that chaos with the threat of you ripping out my throat hanging in the air?” He turns around and faces you, feigning hurt.

“Are you telling me you had nothing to do with this mess?” You raise your brows at him and Damon scoffs.

“I didn’t say that. I just said I wasn’t in the middle of it,” he smirks and you roll your eyes, flipping through the pages of the clipboard.

“Why am I not surprised?” You whisper, not really paying attention to Damon anymore.

“Because you know me too well,” he shrugs and keeps an eye on you. “How did the talk go, by the way?”

“It went well. He’s moved on, he’s happy. He’s in a good headspace and I’m happy for him. It’s time for both of us to leave the relationship in the past and open our hearts to other people,” you look over to Damon, a soft sigh leaving your lips. “It’s a bit of a relief. I don’t have to feel guilty now.”

“Feel guilty for what?” Bonnie walks over to you two, grabbing a bottle of water as she sits next to you.

“Stefan and I talked and it’s a weight off both of our shoulders I think,” you whisper and look up at your best friend. “I don’t feel guilty about wanting something else. You know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” Bonnie whispers and makes eye contact with Damon as you look back down at the clipboard.

“So have you–?” Damon speaks up and you cut him off.

“Wait… Klaus has a plus one to the wedding?” You whisper, catching both your friends by surprise.

“What?” Bonnie grabs the clipboard.

“There’s no way,” Damon narrows his eyes and takes it from her, staring at the page. “Who the hell is Val–WHAT? There’s absolutely no way.”

Originally posted by iwantyoudamon

“Who’s his plus one?” Bonnie raises a brow and rests a hand on her hip.

“It’s no one, I’m sure it was a mis–”

“Valerie. Klaus’s plus one is Stefan’s Valerie,” you clench your jaw, staring straight ahead as you try to steady your breathing.

“Excuse me? There’s no way she’s-!”

“Guys, please,” you whisper and your friends immediately turn to face you. “It’s okay. As long as he’s happy, it’ll be fine, yeah?”

“Don’t give me that shit, Y/N. Everyone knows how much you care about him,” Damon scoffs and shakes his head as you let out a weak chuckle.

“I just feel like a jackass for pairing us together in a room, you know?” You shake your head and sigh. “I’ll let him know he can share the room with Valerie. I’ll make other arrangements.”

“I’m so sorry, babe,” Bonnie wraps an arm around you and rests her head on your shoulder while Damon kisses the top of your head.

“Seriously it’s only your first day back and everyone’s screwing you over,” Damon observes and you laugh.

“I’ll be fine. I have a wedding to plan,” you kiss Bonnie’ head and Damon’s cheek. “Now, you two finish cleaning while I figure this shit out, yeah?”

“Do I have to?” Bonnie sighs and looks up at you.

“No, you can grab a glass–just ONE glass–of champagne and lounge for a little, somewhere I can see you,” you raise your brows at her and Bonnie escapes while she can.

“Do I have to?” Damon gives you puppy eyes.

“Yeah, what the hell are you thinking? Get your ass over there and clean,” you push away a grumbling Damon and head over to the hallway in search of Klaus. He doesn’t seem to be anywhere in sight.

“Hey, Tyler,” you grab the person closest to you.

“Yeah, what’s up Y/N?” He and Liv look over to you, a few bags in hand.

“Have you guys seen Klaus by any chance?”

“I saw him leave right after you walked away earlier,” Liv speaks up, shrugging. “He kind of ran off.”

“Wierd. Thanks, guys. You’ve been a great help,” you smile at them and walk back to the bar, taking a seat. “Alright, here goes nothing.”

You look at your phone for a few minutes, not sure what to say or how to say it without conveying your hurt. You realize this won’t get any easier, so you just go for it.

After the deed is done, you set your phone aside and make yourself another drink. You turn around to see that the cleaning’s finally done and all your friends look more than just a little exhausted. So you follow through on your deal: you make everyone drinks, and they could not be more grateful.

You all spend the night talking and laughing and catching up and playing drunk charades/pictionary. If you were being honest, this is how you wanted your time back home to be like. You apologized to Ivy. You and Stefan managed to smile at each other a couple of times. You got to know Kai, Luke, and Liv better. You had some intellectual conversations with Marcel. It was overall a great time.

“Alright, I think it’s time for us to hit the hay,” Kol announces as Bonnie yawned yet again. He waved goodnight as he picked up his bride-to-be and took her to their bedroom.

“Yeah, we’re gonna head home, too. We’ll be back tomorrow, eight am just like it says on that damn clipboard,” Alaric groans as Jo smiles at you all and they head home to their precious little ones.

“Us too!” This comes from Damon and Elena.

“And us!” This from Tyler and Liv.

“Same here!” And this from Caroline and Enzo.

“Alright, you old geezers,” you roll your eyes as Matt and Rebekah chuckle nervously.

“Oh all right. You guys go, too,” you shoo them away as all four couples make their way to their respective rooms.

“Hayley and Elijah, you two should also probably head out. Hope is in the guest room at the end of Kol & Bonnie’s hallway,” you smile at the couple who hugged you and said their goodbyes. Yes, they grabbed Hope.

“Stefan? Ivy? This is your chance. The night is only gonna get wierder,” you shrug as the couple looks at one another.

“Yeah, we’re gonna take off, too,” Stefan holds Ivy close and you smile at them.

“Your room is less than 100 feet away. Go to sleep, losers,” you scoff as the couple laughs and leaves.

And, true to your word, the night got a lot wierder. At one point, you all played strip poker (you’re very sure that was either Marcel’s idea or Kai’s); sometime later, you guys went skinny dipping in the Salvatore pool (definitely Luke’s idea); soon after that you guys drank some more and finally managed to pass out in the living room.

Freya and Cami managed to snag one couch and Luke and Jeremy another. You were left on the floor with Marcel, Kai, and Davina. You were tossing and turning for a while until you felt someone lay next to you and hold you close, calming you almost immediately. You slept the whole night through.

You wake up the next morning to shouting around your head and some slight nudging around your feet.

“What the hell?” You whisper, groaning as someone snatched the sheet off of you. “Leave me alone.”

“Y/N you need to wake up before Klaus murders someone,” you recognize Damon’s worried voice and you sit up, rubbing your eyes open as the arms from the night before rest on your lower stomach..

“Why the fuck does Klaus want to murder someone? And–ooh here’s a better question: why the FUCK did you guys wake me up?” You whisper aggressively, opening your eyes to glare at Damon.

“Because of THAT,” Damon hisses, pointing at the person next to you.

“What is THA-oh god, no,” you murmur as your eyes rest on a sleeping Marcel who’s got his arms wrapped around you. “Oh no no no no no.”

“What the hell happened last night?” Damon helps you up, careful not to wake Marcel.

“Nothing happened, Damon. We all passed out, and I guess I couldn’t sleep so Marcel helped,” you shrug, stretching as Damon leads you outside.

“Yeah, well Klaus seems to think something happened, so–”

You two step outside and are met with the sight of Klaus and Valerie making out.

“Did you need me for something, Niklaus?” You mutter spitefully as he slowly pulls away from that demon witch.

“Me? No, not at all. Please meet–”

“Oh you don’t want me to meet anyone right now,” you glare at the two asshats and walk inside, brushing against an apologetic Damon.

“Look, I swear I didn’t know she was gonna be out there. He saw you two and kept spewing angry bullshit and I don’t–”

“Damon, sweetheart. I’m too hungover to feel anything or say anything. I’ll be fine. I just have to show him what he’s missing… after I get some food and coffee.”



Been feeling like fall a little early here and I got inspired to doodle these cuties again! I actually got really excited to try to draw them with pen/markers since that type of traditional art style was what the art style of the original storyboard was based on (tried to make it look really story-book).

Not much change other than Mr. Possums design, I wanted to make him being a zombie/dead a little clearer.

I really, really like how these turned out, and since the year anniversary of the storyboard is coming up, I was thinking of maybe doing a little comic with them? Nothing to the length of my usual comic style, but something sweet! I’ve actually had another story for them bouncing around my head a little bit too and I think it might help me get out of my rut a little bit. I don’t know if I’d do traditional like these or my usual art style, I’m kinda thinking traditional to test myself and since Inktober’s gonna be rolling around soon too, but we’ll see if I have enough time or ink for that!

Hope you guys enjoy, and I hope I get the motivation and time to work with these cuties again!

The Night (Miles Wood)

Prompt: Hi! Can you please write a Miles Wood imagine of how he has been gone for 2 weeks from a road trip so when he gets back home he finds y/n sleeping on their bed and her butt is facing up so he jumps at it and starts kissing it and she wakes up asking him what he’s doing and he just says that he missed her fat ass and he smacks it lol can it be a little steamy and sexy please! Thanx

Miles Wood x Reader

Requested: yep

Includes: kinda steamy?

Note: so i wasn’t too comfortable writing it exactly how requested, so I changed a few things. im so sorry about that, i just didn’t know how to write it. i hope thats okay. i tried to stick (mostly) to the prompt though

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Vanilla Lips and Cigarette Tips: 12

Hi my lovelies. I hope you’re down for Bughead Fluff and smut today! Chapter 12 of Vanilla Lips and Cigarette Tips is up!

Doctor waves me to go back over to the bed to Betty and I stand up quickly, almost falling over my feet. I rush over to the bed and already Doctor Adams is adding the sticky gel to Betty’s ever-growing stomach.

Betty grins at me and grabs my hand. “Have you decided?” she asks.

I think about it a little more. If Betty wasn’t going to decide, then I will. “I think we should find out.”

Betty raises an eyebrow, “Oh yeah?” she asks, teasing me. “You want to know if you’re having a little boy or girl.”

“Hells yeah,” I reply. “It’s not every day you find out what your baby is going to be!”

The Doctor turns on the screen, moving the wand roughly against Betty, “Now that you’re bigger, I have to manipulate the transducer more to get a good shot,” she explains. “I’m sorry if I’m a bit heavy handed… I don’t do this too often.”

I watch the screen, this time, baby seems much more apparent to me, a little clearer. I can make a lot more things in front of me, “Do you think, I could figure out what the baby is without you telling me?” I ask.

Doctor nods. “Oh yeah,” she says. “So, if you really, really don’t want to know, you should look away.”

Well of course with that comment, I wanted to stare at that screen until it unearthed everything but Betty’s eyes grow and she seems a little more interested in the screen too. “Do you want to find out?”

She looks at me, keeping her shirt high up above her stomach and just below her breasts. “You made the call, Jughead Jones. So, let’s do it before you tap out.”

My heart starts again and I wonder what it would be like if we knew what the baby was. Would it change everything? Would it make it more real? A part of me is so eager to find out, I can hear my mind screaming at me to tell Betty we should do it. I take the plunge, I inhale and blurt out; “Let’s do it!”

“You guys are the King and Queen of reluctant,” Doctor Adams laughs. “But let’s see what we have here, lucky we have the big sonography machine today or I’d have to give you a referral to the Medical Imaging Department so you’ve made a good choice.”

Betty just grins at me, shaking her head at Doctor Adam’s. “Good choice huh?”

I keep my lips together as I smile back at her, my world spinning a little but in the best possible way. “Is it weird if I say I’m excited?” I ask her, rubbing her hand and bringing it to my lips gently.

Betty bites her lip and looks at me in the eye. “Is it weird to say that I’m excited because you’re excited?”

Doctor Adams laughs as she starts her pushing into Betty. The suspense was killing me, my chest was tightening my my cheeks were burning from smiling so much as what I believe is my face’s way of a coping mechanism. I move my hat just to kill time but it seems with every movement of the wand, it took a lifetime. “Now,” she starts. “Can anyone see anything between the legs?” she says pointing at the screen.

I squint to try and find something but I couldn’t. I couldn’t particularly pick out anything obviously apart from limbs and a head. “No?” I ask.

“You see those three white dots there?” the Doctor replies, pointing between the baby’s legs. “That’s your tell-tale sign.”

“Of what!?” Betty blurts out, flicking her head between the screen and looking at me. “Tell us!”

Annnnd cut off because I’m not gonna ruin the whole chapter! Review please? I’m begging.

German filler words

from the top of my head (ignore my typing I’m too lazy)

examples: “das ist halt so”, “und dann ging er halt nach draußen”
Halt implies that what you are saying is already known or obvious. I think it is especially used when retelling things. It can sound a tiny bit arrogant but I remember kids in school using it so much in every presentation haha

example: “das gefällt mir ganz gut”
When using ganz with describing something positive it always adds a low-key touch to it. It makes it a little bit insecure and a tiny bit less good, to say “das ist gut” would be much clearer and more definite than “das ist ganz gut.” Still it is used very often because we Germans are so insecure haha
Though it depends on how you pronounce it because if a child says ganz it often is an enlarging word, like if a child says der Bagger ist ga(aaa)nz groß it would put an emphasis on its bigness.
You can also (as a grown up) say “das ist ganz einfach”, that then means that it is indeed very easy.
In fact ganz ist very hard to pin down, maybe someone has something nice to add :)

Examples: “Das ist so gut”, “so eine Scheiße”
Same as English, emphasis on things. So eine Scheiße haha

Examples: “der koffer ist schon ganz schön groß, willst du den nicht lieber in den Kofferraum tun” “sie ist schon hübsch”
Schon is very weird, it on the one hand makes it more low-key but in a kind of ironic way, usually it is used in a context where you don’t want to say it too bluntly but do want to express something clearly so you say it low-key clearly (I think)

Okay í dont know more, I might add more if I can think of more, or you can :))

Crazy Theory Time

So I just watched the last two episodes of Arrow and my brain is all filled with theories and excitement, which led me to this crazy idea. 

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

While watching, I realized “wow, they’re bringing up Isabel Rochev a LOT for a character there haven’t been many mentions of in  a while…why would they do that?” 

As a writer, I know you’re not going to do that without some sort of ulterior motive, so of course I started imagining the possible scenarios - and no, I don’t think driving at the assassin was the punchline in that joke. It could just have been alluding to Slade’s return (which YAY!), but I think it’s more than that. 

It could just be that I’m running a slight fever and super psyched about a job email, but my mind kept straying back to Evelyn Sharp. Correct me if I’m wrong, but  her whole back story is a little shady, not really confirmed except for what little electronic trail Felicity could find. And I don’t think we’re nearly done uncovering her darkest secrets…so naturally, I started thinking what that could have to do with Isabel Rochev… 

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Housemates (Calum Hood x Reader) Chapter Fourteen


Warnings: Perhaps some mild expletives, but I don’t think there’s too much. Let me know if there is any, and I’ll add them.

A/N: Good news - this might be my favourite chapter, just saying, and I hope you love it too. Bad news - we are coming to the end of this series now, which is very sad, because it has been my favourite one to write so far.

Also, I was thinking of discontinuing a few of my other series, just because I don’t think they’re that good anymore, but I’m not sure. Series I was thinking of discontinuing were A Bad Boy/Good Girl Pairing, It’s Complicated (both 5sos) and probably definitely Blurred Intentions (Arrow). Let me know what you’re thinking.


Your P.O.V.

You return home to find your mum in the kitchen, doing the dishes and pottering around like she does most mornings. You’re glad your dad isn’t home because you know he’d go crazy at you for not coming home last night and not informing them that you were safe with Calum. You really don’t know what’s gotten into you. You’re normally the most conscientious and responsible person when it comes to things like this, but lately you’ve let that reputation of yours slip, even if you were just at Calum’s.

“Hi mum.” You speak sheepishly, “Look, before you say anything, I’m really sorry, okay? I should have called, or texted, to let you know I was safe. It was totally inconsiderate of me and I’m really sorry.”

Your mum suddenly breaks into a laugh as she shakes her head, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. “Honey, you don’t have to worry about it. For one thing, you’re an adult. Your father and I don’t have as tight of a leash on you as we did a few years ago. Secondly, you don’t have to worry about it because Calum called to let me know where you were and that you were safe.”

You look back at her, dumbfounded. Of course, Calum would have called, but he must’ve called after you had fallen asleep, because you can’t remember him calling anyone while you were awake.

Thinking of last night gives you butterflies, but it also makes you feel like a complete bitch. You totally lied to Calum about not remembering anything after he came to pick you up from the club. The truth is, you remember everything; you remember every single thing you said, and his reaction to you saying it. When you woke up this morning, at first, you didn’t remember what you said. But when you asked Calum if you had said or done anything embarrassing, it triggered the memory of you uttering the words: it’s you Calum…it’s always been you to him just before you fell asleep. They’re the words you’ve been wanting to tell him for so long now – five years, to be exact – so it’s sort of beyond you why you decided to shrug him off and pretend it never happened.

You have spent a lot of the journey home thinking about it, though. Why did you lie? The boy you’ve been secretly in love with for as long as you can remember has finally heard how you feel about him, and you’re 95% sure he feels the same, so why shut him down like that? The only reason you could think of was that you were scared. You’re not quite sure whether you’re just scared the 5% of doubt you have over his feelings for you is enough to talk you out of exploring what the two of you had, or if you’re just scared of being in a relationship with someone who doesn’t even live in the area anymore and will be leaving in a few-weeks-time. The whole thing is just one big mess. Perhaps you’re right to pretend you never said anything to Calum last night, and let him leave without anything happening between the two of you. But then again…

It’s not until your mum tells you to slow down that you realise you’ve been saying this all out-loud. You cover your head in your hands, totally mortified that your mum now knows your feelings towards Calum and his (potential) feelings towards you. She takes a deep breath, and the two of you sit down opposite each other at the breakfast table in the kitchen.

“Okay, now just…slow down…and start from the beginning.” Your mum speaks softly, reassuring you that it’s okay to go on.

You fill her in on the complete story, starting from when Calum and Jess first became a couple. You tell her how you knew Jess had got with him out of spite, about how when they broke up Jess had told you he had cheated on her which is why you hated him, about how it turns out Jess had been lying to you the entire time and that she is the one who cheated on Calum, about how in the meantime yours and Calum’s somewhat supressed feelings for each other have resurfaced and now you don’t know what to do with the fact you told Calum how you feel but then pretended you can’t remember doing so. Your mum looks as stressed as you feel.

“I’ve really made a mess of this, haven’t I?” You ask her, laughing slightly out of discomfort at having to confide in your mother.

Your mum smiles warmly as she takes your hands in hers, “Oh sweetheart, why didn’t you come to me about this sooner? It’s clearly been eating you up inside.”

You roll your eyes, “Mum, I don’t need your sympathy, I need your help. What do I do?”

She sighs, and thinks to herself for a little moment. Your mum has always been incredibly sensible about this sort of thing, but she also wants you to gain the experience. It’s not that you haven’t had a boyfriend before, but there has only been one, and it wasn’t particularly serious. The thing about Calum is…you don’t just want it to be a casual thing; it’s either serious or nothing at all. You’re concerned that he’s just after something casual, but you know you just can’t do that. Your feelings for him are too strong already, and they’ll only get stronger if the two of you get together.

“Do you love him?” Your mum asks, to which you furrow your eyebrows at. You thought the answer to that would be pretty obvious by now.

You nod your head, “Yes, mum. Have you even been listening to a word I’ve said?”

She shoots you a look as if to say: okay, I know you’re stressed, but I’m only trying to help and you quickly pipe down. “So, what’s the problem? If you love him, you should tell him. What have you got to lose?”

“Oh, I don’t know, my dignity?” You reply, sarcasm dripping from every word. Your mum looks back at you and she’s clearly confused. You roll your eyes, “So, I tell him how I feel, he laughs in my face, and tells me he doesn’t feel the same. What do I do then? Because I’ll look like a complete mug.”

“Wait here for a second. I’ve got something that might help you.” She speaks suddenly, her chair screeching against the wooden floor as she stands up. She leaves the room and returns two minutes later, holding an opened envelope. You can see your name and address written on the front of the envelope in what you can only assume is a boy’s handwriting. Your mum sits back down opposite you.

“Calum sent you this letter not long after he moved away.” She begins, “We knew it was from him because it came as part of a larger package that Joy and David had sent us. I don’t know if you can remember this, but when we went to give it to you and told you who it was from, you told us you didn’t want to read it. Your father and I were very confused as to why you wouldn’t want to read it, seeing as it was from your best friend. In hindsight, I can understand why. Your father and I assumed you’d had an argument before he left, and…we wanted to see what he’d said. Maybe he’d apologised; maybe he’d said he no longer wanted to be your friend. We know it was probably wrong of us to have read your personal post, but you were only fifteen at the time. I’m sorry if you feel violated in any way…your dad and I didn’t mean to make you feel that way…but, I think reading this might help you see things clearer.”

She slides the envelope over to you, and you take it from her. You don’t know how to feel about your parent’s reading your post. Part of you does feel a little bit like your privacy has been violated. Even if you didn’t want to read it yourself at that moment, it doesn’t mean that gives them permission. At the same time, you were fifteen, and you can see that they were only trying to help you. In their own way, of course.

“I’ll leave you to it.” Your mum speaks quietly from beside you – having gotten up after you’d taken the envelope from her – and disappears out the room, closing the door behind her.

You open the envelope and take the letter out of it. You glance at Calum’s handwriting and smile to yourself. You always used to laugh at how messy it was. You’d make jokes that you couldn’t make out what he’d wrote even if you had a microscope, but it was only ever fun and games, because you were able to make it out. You just enjoyed teasing him.

You take a deep breath before you read the letter to yourself in your head.

Dear Y/N,
I wish I didn’t have to move away, because I am going to miss you so much. There is so much I wanted to say to you before I left that I just couldn’t bring myself to say. I know things have been weird between us recently – we’ve talked less and you seem to be pushing me away (Why is that again?) – but I was hoping we could keep in touch. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, and I hope that one day, we can be together again. Maybe even…together, together. You know, like Jess and I were, before things went south. I mean it Y/N. I really like you, and I know we’re really young still, but I do think there could be something really special between us. I hope there is. I just hope that the whole thing with Jess doesn’t get in the way of that, and I hope you don’t hate her for what she did. I think she felt like she had to because Ryan had been her first boyfriend and she didn’t know what else to do. I don’t know. Sometimes human behaviour confuses me. A lot confuses me, to be honest. Except for you. You’ve always been really clear to me. I like you, I hope you like me too, and I hope one day we can be together again. I wish I could have said this to you in person, or maybe waited until we came back to visit and told you then, but sometimes my feelings are better said in writing than they are spoken. Is that weird? Would you have rather me told you this in person? I feel like a bit of a douche right now. I’m a fifteen-year-old boy confessing my love to his best friend in a letter. A LETTER? It’s not like I can’t text you or call you or whatever. But, I don’t know, I guess I just thought this was more romantic, you know? I don’t know. I hope you’re not embarrassed or mad at me, and I hope you write back. Anyway, that’s all I really needed you to know. That I like you a lot, and not to hate Jess for cheating on me. She’s your other best friend (your second-best friend to me, obviously) and I truly believe people deserve a second chance. Sometimes.
Hope to hear from you soon,
Lots of love,
Your best friend,

You sit there, dumbfounded, with a sudden dampness on your cheeks. You don’t know what part of you made you cry, but you know you’re crying mostly out of guilt. If only you’d have read this when he sent it to you…you might not have hated him so much when he came to stay with you. A hundred different scenarios begin to play in your head. Would you have written back to him if you had read it? You think you probably would have, even if it was just to tell him not to send anymore letters. But then what if you had believed him? Would you have fallen out with Jess? Or would you have taken Calum’s advice and not hate her? The possibilities of what could have happened, and what could be, are endless. You’ve pretty much decided that you don’t deserve Calum – he’s too good for you, and you can never make up for the time you’ve wasted.

There’s an aggressive knock at your door, given you a fright, before your mum answers. You hear a couple of hushed voices – and you’re sure you heard your mum let out a cry of joy – before the kitchen door opens.

“Y/N…” your mum speaks quietly as she enters the kitchen. You turn to face her and you can tell she’s trying to hold back a smile, “There’s someone here who would like to see you…”

You furrow your eyebrows for a moment, but by the look on her face and the tone of her voice, your heart begins to beat out of your chest. You’re almost positive she can hear it too. You quickly stand up, and wipe away the tears with your forearms, not wanting it to be obvious you’ve been crying. Your mum hangs back in the kitchen as you make your way to the door. You take a deep breath before opening it, and you’re taken aback by what you see.

Calum is stood there holding a bouquet of red roses in one hand, and a box of your favourite chocolates and what looks to be an iPod in the other. You look at him, confused, and wait for him to say something.

And then he says it.

Those three little words you’ve been waiting to hear, and those three little words you’ve been desperate to say.

“I love you.” He says, and your knees suddenly grow weak.

                                                                                 CHAPTER FIFTEEN >>

Love is Easier Done Than Said

So this is kinda, sorta a sequel to Love Has No Labels. Tell me what you think!


Chloe blearily opened one eye at the sound of her phone buzzing across her nightstand, the screen facing up so it lit up the room. Groaning, she grabbed it and swiped her thumb across the screen. “Hello?”


“Beca?” Instantly, Chloe was more alert, sliding up to sit against her headboard. “Hon, is something wrong? Are you hurt?”

“No…no. Nothing like that.” A hiccup followed the statement, and judging by the slight slur to her words, Beca had been drinking. A lot. Chloe frowned. “I just – if I don’t get this off my chest now then I’m not gonna and I don’t like that idea.”

“Beca, where are you right now? Where’s Bree and Jesse?” Chloe knew their friends would never let Beca get into trouble, but still, that she was in this state made her worry.

“They’re sleeping. Bree will probably be up soon. And then she’ll kill me, but I don’t care.”

“Where are you?”

“On the fire escape. Watching the moon set.”

Chloe’s frown deepened. “Have you slept at all?”

“Tried. Couldn’t.”

“What’s wrong?” Because something had to be; Beca doesn’t drunkenly call people, she’d always been sensible about that kind of thing.

“Nothing, I swear. I just….” For the slur in her voice, Beca was remarkably coherent, which meant she was serious about whatever it was. Chloe’s stomach tightened. “I just … I had to hear you voice. I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Whatever Chloe was expecting, it wasn’t that, but it filled her with warmth and made her chuckle. “Bec, you’ll be home in two days.”

“I know, but like … I need to talk to you anyways. Hearing your voice and your laugh is just really nice.”

Chloe smiled. “You’re sweet, Beca.” She paused. “What do you need to talk about?”

Beca actually stopped breathing for a moment; then she inhaled sharply and Chloe breathed, too. “Ugh, this is harder than I thought. A lot scarier.” She laughed, dryly; her voice sounded musky over the phone. “It definitely took a lot more liquid courage than I thought. Sorry for that.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for that.” And she didn’t; Chloe knew what it was like to need a little liquid courage herself.

Like the last party the Bellas had that few can remember, but during which Chloe had downed half a bottle of tequila and done Jesus knows what. Stacie had pictures still; she claimed she was holding them for blackmail.

Mentally shaking herself, she focused on Beca’s voice through the phone.

“No,” Beca said after a moment, “I think I do. Because I’m not a coward, Chloe. I don’t act like this.”

“You can be scared and not be a coward.”

“I shouldn’t be afraid to tell you I love you, though. That shouldn’t be scary. ”

Chloe froze. “You always tell me you love me, Bec.”

“You know I don’t mean it like that, Chloe. You know.” There was a muffled sigh, filled with frustration. “God, it’s never been like this. I love you, Chloe. Like, love you love you. Everything about you. Your hair. Your laugh. Your eyes. God, you eyes could kill me. And that fucking thing that you do when you scrunch your nose up at me – fucking adorable. I’ve been thinking about this shit for days,” she added, sensing Chloe opening her mouth to interrupt. “And I’m serious. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my whole life.”

Chloe closed her eyes, letting out a shaky breath. She heard what Beca was saying, but she was terrified to believe them. “Beca, you’re drunk,” she said softly.

“I’ve been sober this whole trip,” Beca retorted. “I love you, Chloe, and I think I might have for a long time. Probably since college. I was too stupid to see it and now things make sense and I – I’m probably gonna wake up later and be traumatized but I don’t care. I need you to know. I’m so serious I probably look like Kristen Stewart right now.” Chloe laughed softly. “I had to tell you before I came home. You have to know. I suck at this stuff but just because I’m drinking doesn’t mean it’s not true. I’m in love with you.”

“Beca?” Chloe heard Aubrey’s voice through the phone. “Beca, what are you doing out here so early?”

“Talking to Chlo,” Beca mumbled. “Had to tell her. She’s gotta know.”

“Well, I agree, but how about we talk to Chloe when she’s a little more awake. Here, give me this. And the phone. Don’t you argue with me, I’ll make you run laps in the house, drink or not.” Chloe snickered. “All right, that’s it, let’s get you in the shower and then off to bed, you have to be ready for that meeting today at four.” After another minute, Aubrey’s voice came out clearer over the line. “Sorry, Chlo, I didn’t realize she was actually gonna wake you.”

“It’s fine.”

Aubrey missed a few beats. Then: “Hey, uh, Beca’s really been thinking,” she said hesitantly. “Don’t blow her off, okay? She’s really trying to get this right.”

Chloe hesitated too. “D'you think she means it?”

“D'you think she’d be in my house if I didn’t?” Aubrey chuckled, then her voice softened. “Go back to bed, Chlo. I’ve got things tied down here.”

“Like I can sleep like this,” Chloe muttered.

“I know, and I know how you feel about her, too. But we both know how she is. Let her come to you.”

Chloe smiled again. “Thanks, Bree.”

“Anytime. Now go to bed, I have a midget to take care of.”


Hi there!

I’m the ‘friend’. First of all, I would appreciate very much if you wouldn’t speak for me and tell my very talented FRIEND CJ what I fucking think or why I do what I do, or how I feel about her and her amazing work. 

We good on that? Ok. Good.

So! :D

I’m SO sorry you have nothing better to do with your “valuable” time than to bully someone,—which by the way is a crime punished by jail time, also probably why you are doing it on anon mode— but hey I can’t blame you, cowards and haters. Not everyone has a life. 


Now, I’m trying to find some logic behind your argument, but the thing is, there isn’t one. I could establish an argument supported by numbers because CJ won- ehem like 10 times in the Fanfic Competition - or tell you, you have no right or authority to say who here is a better writer or author when you can’t even tell tell the difference between ‘something’ and ‘some thing’. (By the way, this comes from someone whose second language is English- and I pretty much suck at it, so you should feel very embarrassed that even someone like me actually knows this.) But I’m not going to. I can just assume you’re a petty little thing, desperate for the attention CJ gets, to the point you’ve selected her as your target.

Yes. I smell salt. 

If you don’t like her stories, my dear piece of scumbag. Here’s something that will help. Pay close attention because this might get hard to understand for someone like you.

You ready?

Wait! Wait. I think I need to make it clearer, as you really seem to need it.

Here it goes again.

Life changing, isn’t it?

And here’s something even more transcendent.

We are not going to miss you.

Let’s say that louder for the people in the back.


CJ is not going to miss you.

Hmm… In fact I don’t think anyone is. Well, would you look at that! :D 

So… be a dear, or whatever the heck it is you are and skedaddle. Pronto!

Also, as a side note:


This is not exclusive to CJ. This is just a sad reality. Fics require time to read. Time, not everyone has. So it’s easier for an artist to get attention. Therefore, your argument is invalid.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, I wanted to say that I really like your art, it's really clean and simple and it looks so good over-all. I wanted to ask how the early drafts of your art look, just out of curiosity. Do you sketch, or just draw with clean lines from the start? A few other digital artists I've seen sketch messily at first then clean it up a little, but still keep it slightly rough. Since yours look so neat, I was curious to know if they always looked like that. Have a brilliant day, you deserve it.

hello! thanks so much for your question and wonderfully kind compliments, hope you’re having a brilliant day as well mate! so I do actually try to keep my lines clean, cause clean lineart helps me cut out clean shapes of color which I think helps to make everything come out clearer. but messy/gestural sketching is a super useful skill to learn, and can help create all sorts of interest in your art as well!

I do the original sketch traditionally with a mechanical pencil. I find it really hard to get the flow and to sorta feel where the lines need to go while using a tablet. 

and then after that I’ll upload it into photoshop, and go over it with a simpler line sketch.

then I lower the opacity and start painting. I lower it more and more, til the color is able to take over the job of the lineart, and then it eventually disappears!

hope this helped a bit! <3

anonymous asked:

Is there a sure way to tell if my feelings for/about males growing up were socialization/heteronormativity rather than genuine? You've described lesbians as an absolute, only ever in their whole entire lives being interested in women and never ever interested in men, but society is also really great at crafting people into little hegemonic cut-outs. It also doesn't help that because lesbophobia is so prevalent, women generally have fewer opportunities to explore their feelings with other women.

I think that’s a complicated question, and I think that it’s difficult to give an exact explanation of where the line is if it is still something that someone is dealing with–I know that I’m at a point in my life where compulsory heterosexuality and socialization forcing male attraction isn’t something that I personally deal with, so I admit that makes it feel much clearer for me–but I of course know that is not true of everyone, and so I will try my best to make this a little clearer. 

When I was younger, I knew that when there were men on TV, when there were heterosexual relationships on TV, I felt something, and I didn’t know what it was. I was told that the way girls feel about boys is attraction. When boys made girls cry or when girls were angry with boys I was told that was attraction. So I assumed that what I felt was attraction. 

But what I was feeling, though real, was not attraction. What I was feeling was discomfort and fear. This became clear for me a few years ago. Having acquired a fear of heights, I soon after visited the Grand Canyon. I got as close as I could to the edge because I felt like I had to be brave, like I didn’t want to be a wimp, and I felt adreneline, an uneasy stomach, and leaden legs. I was scared, and uncomfortable, and forcing myself to do something that I didn’t want to do. That was EXACTLY how I felt when I would try to fake crushes on boys or when I tried to date boys. Afraid and uncomfortable. But in my mind, it was butterflies in the stomach, and me just being unsure and nervous because I wasn’t confident.

That was, and is, categorically untrue. I was conditioned to view attraction as something that would be painful and that wouldn’t be intuitive. I was taught that when two people hate each other, they are secretly in love. I was taught that people don’t enjoy relationships, I was taught that girls don’t make the first move, I was taught that girls were reticent about sex in any case. 

I was taught that attraction was about allowing someone to hurt me. And I was taught that as a woman it was my duty to have a man to hurt me. 

Genuine attraction and genuine interest have a yearning and a longing that aren’t about validation, about performing my role as a woman, about fear and discomfort. Genuine attraction is about someone who you truly want, in whatever way that is. It isn’t about who you are supposed to be. I knew that I wanted to be with women before I ever touched a woman. I didn’t need her to make me who I was. I wanted her there. Pure, natural want.

Society tells us a lot of lies about ourselves, that’s very true. But like many lies, they are much, much clearer in hindsight.