OK so I love, love, love, their sleepover when Stiles can’t get comfortable, I think that’s probably my favourite Stalia scene because it’s so layered. At the beginning of the sequence, Stiles can’t sleep because he isn’t comfortable sharing his space
so they go through all of these positions to find a new form of comfort for him
and I absolutely adore when Malia is like, fine, and has them face back-to-back
because Stiles is like
because they’re not entwined with each other, he isn’t used to having someone else in his bed but he doesn’t want to not be snuggling with Malia either. And then he has this adorably sheepish look on his face when he knows he’s being difficult but he just wants to be comfortable and wrapped with Malia somehow:
then they find his new comfort:
and we very rarely see women snuggling men so I enjoyed that and I also enjoyed that now that Malia is gone he can’t sleep, whether or not he’s in the middle is now irrelevant:
I also really loved the “I would never leave without you” because Stiles is panicking:
and the matter-of-fact way Malia says that she would never bail without Stiles by her side:
like it goes to show how much they mean to each other, Stiles’ concern that she would take off and Malia combating her animalistic instinct for Stiles.
And then I loved the echo of that:
and the way Stiles stares at her:
there is so much affection in his gaze and my friend who has never seen Teen Wolf but watched the Stalia and Scira scenes spoke about how it looked like it was tearing Stiles apart to leave Malia for that moment:
and he has such a sense of urgency when he comes back to her, the way he run-walks:
I love their reunion scene because first of all it really showed again how much Stiles knows Malia because he can help her express things she has difficulty articulating:
I also thought it was such a mixture of chemistry and affection because there is some really intense “I’m sorry, I miss you”
but there’s also a sexual tension undercurrent to this scene that made it even angstier
and then there was so much catharsis in their actual reconciliation
I love their first sex scene. Antis like to tear it apart but whatever, I liked it because Malia wanted to do something that felt natural to her so she did it, there were no puritanical hangups about it, she was comfortable in her sexuality and Stiles was more than comfortable too, he’s enthusiastic and he clearly cares about Malia:
When he won’t leave her when shes about to coyote out and the way he strokes her face when she manages to stay human, that sense of tenderness:
Bringing her into math class because that was hilarious:
and subsequently when he realizes she’s using the same method he uses when trying to decipher something:
“Do not watch this!” Breaking the fourth wall in a video message... the wheel turns, nothing is ever new...
Sleep No More, a Doctor Who episode written by Mark Gatiss.
Here we have a ProfessorMoriarty “who has been playing a long game.”
(more Sleep No More/Sherlock parallels (before s4 aired) in this episode here).
The Professor interrupts “THE END” of the story in a video message, looking directly at the camera.
They are all villains in control of the story:
“I do hope you’ve enjoyed the show. I did try to make it exciting: all those scary bits, all those death-defying scrapes, monsters, and a proper climax with a really big one at the end. Compulsive viewing. I did tell you not to watch.”
^Directly showing the idea of a story being created, (the Professor’s ALIBI). aware of it being fictional (this is the story of Sir Boast-A-Lot)… a creepy glitchy noise very like the ‘Did you miss me’ videos… a video message with a poisonous message hidden inside ( “who you really are, it doesn’t matter”/ “he planted that doubt inside her head, that little nagging sensation you’re going to have to be strong to resist”).
Compulsive viewing. Like a game show. With a time limit.
And “I did tell you not to watch” rather reminds me of one of Mark’s friends… ;)
Do you ever look back on TV shows of your childhood and remember what you thought about your favorite characters like oh I liked Shego a lot she was a bad ass and or oh Shayera from Justice League was pretty cool and her hair is really pretty not to mention Raven from Teen Titans had a really nice voice plus Rogue from X-Men Evolution had really green eyes and Amara/Haruka and Michele/Michiru from Sailor Moon were awesome or wow, Darcy from the Winx Club looks really good with glasses think oh my God I am so gay how did I miss this I was such a baby gay how have my parents never figured this out
Thank you for your amazing blog. Can I make a request where they not dating, but MC needs somebody to pretend as her bf/gf for a party or a meeting and asks RFA and Saeran for help? And during that pretending they understand that they have feelings for MC.
Hahaha yes, this is the kind of request I would ask myself, I love this romantic comedy’s situations so much! <3 So I did as mini-fics, because I obviously got carried away, I hope you all enjoy this!
RFA + Saeran pretending to date MC
“Think of it as a chance to show your impressive acting skills, Zen.” That was the winning argument to convince him to pretend to be your boyfriend during the rehearsal dinner of your brother’s wedding. As much as you love your brother, it’s extremely annoying when he and other family members start teasing you for still being single. And the comparisons about your lives are so mean. Just imagine now that he’s getting married with this almost perfect lady.
“Well, the perfect boyfriend is a role I haven’t tried yet… I’ll accept this challenge, MC, although it would be like playing myself…” you giggle. It was a weird request, but you have been so nice to everybody in RFA, how could he say “no” to a friend in need? Plus, he loves weddings!
Okay, not this one so much. Why is everybody so snob? He’s waiting for Jumin Han to show up at any moment, this event suits him really well! Now he gets why you wouldn’t want to endure this by yourself, you’re so… different from all of this. You’re bubbly and spontaneous, adorably clumsy… he grins reminding you chugging a beer can and making a funny face because of the bitter taste a couple of days ago at his apartment.
“Brother, this is Zen, my… boyfriend.” You introduce them to each other.
“Call me Hyun, she usually does when we’re alone.” And he smiles at you, holding your hand. Okay, no need to imply sexual stuff here, but if it will convince your brother…
“You’re an actor, right? I recognize you! How much did she pay you to hire you?” you shiver, he is… almost right there… how can he be so smart? Ugh…
Zen smiles, but inside he wants to tell your brother to go to hell. Is this the kind of thing you say to your sister’s boyfriend? Well… he’s not really your boyfriend, but… that’s really mean! He’s basically implying Zen’s a gigolo, but worst of it, he’s insulting you telling you wouldn’t be able to date someone without paying for it. Zen knows you enough to tell you could captivate any person’s heart if you really wanted to! Yes, your ability to do whatever you want so freely is something he really admires about you. No, he can’t let you be treated like this.
“She pays me with her beautiful smile and the gloss in her enchanting eyes everytime she watches my performances. You would know if you paid more attention to your sister instead of trying to make her feel down. My brother wasn’t nice to me, and maybe I deserved it. But she doesn’t, so be nice to her before she decides to run away like I did… come on, MC. Let’s dance!” he tights the grip on your hand and drags you to the dance floor, you and your brother look at each other, he’s shocked and you’re like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
You two are on the dance floor, one of his hands on your back, the other one holding yours. Why did that come from? It’s been years he doesn’t think about his brother… something about seeing the sweetest person he knows doesn’t getting the treatment she deserves stirred something inside him. You’re looking at him very curious, gosh, your eyes are really glossy… it’s so hot in here… “S-Sorry if I crossed a line there. He’s your brother after all and…” he feels running out of air when you rest your head on his chest. You must look like a real couple, your brother is probably looking. Yes… that’s why you’re doing this after all, right?
“Thank you for having my back, Hyun. You’re such a great actor.” Acting? Oh… yeah, he was acting, right? But why does he feel out of character right now?
This is bad! This is really bad! What is he doing here? Why did he even agree to this? “Please, Yoosung, pleeeeease. You’re the only one I trust to do this.” Oh yeah, that’s why… you begged him over the phone, and something about trusting him to play your boyfriend made him feel so manly and confident. You could have asked Zen or Jumin, but you chose HIM! You thought he would be a good boyfriend to introduce to your friend who was in town for that night. He is such a good friend, but he’s been teasing you about your relationships since high school. According to him, every guy you date end up arrested or in rehab… This is getting old, really…
“Well… I’ll probably never end up in jail or rehab, MC… so, if you insist so much… why… why not?” you gave him such a tight hug, and he felt his whole face burning. You smelled so good that day… and you smell even greater today at this weird country bar…
“This is my boyfriend, Yoosung. He is a vet student.” You introduce him, the guy shakes his hand firmly, what’s with you and your friend to have such a tight grip? Well, at least yours was really gentle…
“College? But you look like you’re 16, dude! I was going to say MC is such a cougar!” he blushes. Oh god… this guy isn’t buying this at all! He would feel so bad for not being convincing after the way you begged him for doing this.
“Well, MC looks really young too, so I guess we look like a sweet sixteen couple.” You giggle and put your hand over his. “Hah, what did I tell you? Isn’t he adorable?” “I guess…” the guy shrugs, but he doesn’t mind, he can only focus on the warmth from your smooth hand.
You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, and the guy sits on your chair. “Back off, dude! She’s mine!” “Wh-What?” “It is what it is, she dated all those bad guys and eventually she’ll notice I’m the only one good enough for her. Back off before you end up hurt!” Was that a threat? “MC… MC can choose whoever she wants, I won’t back off if she really likes me!” but she doesn’t, this is just play pretend… no, forget it! This dude is an asshole! You can’t be with someone like this! You deserve better! Maybe not him, but… definitely not this guy.
“Hey, gentlemen, what did I miss?” you come back, but the tension is still there… “Nothing much, your boyfriend here was telling me he wants to ride the mechanical bull over there…” “What? Really, Yoosung?” “I… I…” “What’s the problem, boy? Are you scared?” this asshole’s smirk, ugh… “I’ll show you scared!” he gets up and gives his name to the guy who controls the machine.
How did he get the guy to manipulate him like that? Ugh… both you and him are watching this, and he’s so close to you… ASSHOLE! Oh, this was such a bad idea! Such a bad ide… oh no! The bull is moving! The bull is moving!!!
3 seconds, that’s what it took for Yoosung to hit his face on the upper part of the mechanical bull and fall. You promptly run to him.
“Holy shit, Yoosung! Are you okay?” he can’t tell you how much it hurts… so he smiles, and you look shocked. “Yoosung, your… your tooth!” “Whath? Whath’s wronc wif my toof?” Oh… now he feels, actually, he doesn’t feel! Where is one of his incisors?
“I’m so sorry I dragged you to this, Yoosung. I feel so bad!” “Don’th worry, MC. Ith was my idhea anyway. I hope your frrriend isn’t madh or anyfing.” “Ugh, forget him, I couldn’t stand his hissy fit! Can you believe he wanted me to just let you here alone on the dentist and hang out with him? What an asshole!” he smiles when he hears that, but he shouldn’t be smiling, this is so embarrassing!
You go with him to the dentist’s office, and noticing he’s a little scared, hold his hand. He looks at you and you whisper. “Don’t need to be afraid, I’m here…” He isn’t afraid of the dentist (well, maybe a little…), what’s really scaring him is how much his heart is pounding due to your hand on his, but he’s the one tightening the grip.
“MC, I don’t know how to play mini-golf!” she told you over and over, but did you listen? “It doesn’t matter! I do! I just need someone to make me company!” well, making you company it’s totally different than pretending to be your girlfriend… “Yeah, but my friend and his boyfriend keep teasing me for being bi and just dating guys, I hate it!”
Well, that’s really douchy of them, why would you hang out with people who put your sexuality in debate like this? No, she needs to protect you and maybe teach them a thing or two! That’s the least she could do after you helping her to leave C & R and starting her own business.
“This is Jaehee, my girlfriend.” You introduce her, she shakes their hands as if they’re business partners.
“Oh, you’re so formal! I thought MC had hired an assistant.” Seriously, how douchy! Why such a sweet girl like you hang with people like this? “So ladies, shall we play?”
She is so bad at this! Why did you ask her to do this? “Here, I’ll show you!” you come behind her and put your hands on hers. What’s… what’s happening? Your hair fall on her shoulders… it smells so good… focus, Jaehee! Focus!
“Hey, you can’t help, MC!” “Oh, on which paragraph of the strict regulation of mini-golf is this written?” Jaehee chuckles. Okay, so maybe you know how to defend yourself, you and your friend probably have this kind of feisty friendship… but still, not cool of him to doubt your sexuality, she didn’t forget that!
You can easily compensate for her lack of ability, and it’s so good to watch you play. Your focused eyes, the huge smile you put on when the ball falls in the hole, and even your disappointed face for missing, it’s just… hypnotizing! “Hey, girl, focus! If you keep distracted like this, she’ll dump you for another guy!” “Fuck you!” you yell, she feels her blood boiling. What… a… douche! She’s not distracted! She got this! Bring it on!
The ball travels painfully slow, or is she seeing this on slow motion? This isn’t the decisive shot yet, but she really wants to hit it! She wants you to feel proud of her! It spins around the hole boarders, one turn… two turns… and the ball doesn’t fall in the hole. Crap!
“Ha! Good luck next time, sweety!” “Dude, you don’t need to be this douchy!” you reprehend him. “What? Did I hurt your precious girlfriend? Jesus, MC, you’ve been so sensitive today. I changed my mind, I liked you more when you dated boys.” “Good, so no reason for us to keep hanging out, then. Goodbye.” You grab her hand and walk away. Oh wow… she thought she would have to be the one to say something, but apparently, you can take care of yourself! Yes, you’re the one who taught her to don’t be around places and people who only hurt you, obviously you would know how to do this by yourself. You’re so strong!
“Do you want to keep playing without them?” she asks, she doesn’t want this, huh, date (?) to end. “Yeah, sure! I’ll show you one of my tricks, come here!” And there you are behind her again, teaching her how to swing it properly, your arms around her, your body so close. She feels bad, actually, you are showing her everything you know, but she’s not absorbing anything, she can only focus on your breathing on her back.
Jumin “Oh, come on… I bet you heard a million times how much of boyfriend material you are, Jumin.” “I… didn’t really know what this means, MC.” “It means you’re the son-in-law every mother would like her daughter to be with.” He was so reluctant about it, why would you ask him? You could have asked Zen or Seven, who like to pretend a lot.
“It’s just… my mom is… how can I say? Huh… a cat mom too?” What do you mean by “too”? Oh okay, now he gets it, Zen is allergic and can’t be around cats, and Seven is a cat abuser, none of them would cause a good impression on your mother who’s been trying to introduce you to a guy she thinks would be a good suitor for you. God, she has no chill! Doesn’t she get it you don’t want to get married now?
So he agrees, you’re such a hardworker preparing for the party and taking care of everybody in RFA, including him. You’re kinda like V, but sweeter and… funnier, and, well, your looks are better too.
“Mom, that’s Jumin Han, my boyfriend. And that princess here is Elizabeth the 3rd.” yes, you insisted on bringing Elizabeth, how could he decline when you consider even Elizabeth an RFA member?
“Hum… you seem rich. Finally you’re coming to your senses and looking for a wealth husband, huh?” that’s… rude! Not even his father, who doesn’t seem to care about these boundaries, would say something like this to him.
“With all due respect, madam, your daughter keeps telling you her lack of interest in getting married, you should start respecting her wishes. I have a deep respect for family, but I don’t think parents should force their children on something they don’t want to do just because they know the children would do it due to all the respect they have. I believe what I’m trying to say is, don’t use of misfeasance on your daughter, she’s smart and caring, and… although every man would be lucky to have her as his wife, if she doesn’t want it, her wishes should be respected.” Wow… where did all this come from? Not even he can believe his own… eloquence talking about you.
“I hope this isn’t your excuse to stall her, boy.” “My intentions with you daughter are truly serious, just know I respect her… a lot.” He knows you’re looking at him, he wouldn’t dare to look at you right know, though, your eyes are something he doesn’t know how to handle, for some reason.
“Well, your head him, ma. Come on, Jumin, let me show you the other cats.” You grab his wrist, your hand is so soft… and warm and… what’s happening? He feels his arm melting from your touch.
“Hey, thanks for having my back. I knew I asked the right person.” “Because I like cats?” “That too, but… I knew you’re reasonable enough to put some senses on my mom’s head, you said I am smart and caring, but you’re even more caring than you think, you know that?” oh… so he was always your first option on this? He feels… honored, and really comfortable about being so reliable to you. He would feel sad if you found out that it’s not that he is caring, it’s just… he really cares about you…
“So, wait, let me get this straight: you want me to join you on a karaoke bar with your crazy cousin?” “Yeah, but how do you know he’s crazy?” “Hello…” “Oh yeah, background check…” “BINGO! I saw his posts on your timeline, he’s a… whack nut, huh?” “Yeah, so I thought you could really get along…” “OUCH!”
He pretended he was offended, but he was really down for this. The guy seems fun, karaokes are fun, you’re basically his favorite person in the whole world, why not? So what if he had to pretend to be your boyfriend? It wasn’t uncomfortable, actually it was… it was… the greatest mission 707 has ever been assigned! Yes, Defender of Justice will protect the most amazing lady from the handful cousin who has been in love for you since you were little kids and doesn’t get it that dating relatives is kinda weird! He won’t be the boyfriend you need, he will be the boyfriend you deserve! Or… something like this…
“This is Saeyoung, my boyfriend!” you introduce him. His hand shake is firm, too firm, actually… ouch, he’s hurting his hand!
“I see you have a thing for gingers, huh, MC?” oh yeah, he’s redhead too… sorta, his hair looks dyed.
“Well, MC is so unique and amazing, it’s kinda obvious she would fall for someone who’s among 1% of human population, you know… NATURAL gingers.” He smirks, and the guy shoots dagger with his eyes. Saeyoung puts his arm around your shoulder and kiss your head, oh, that was good… can he do this again?
“So, MC… remember the song we used to sing every family reunion? I was John Travolta, you’re Olivia Newton John, and we talked about those summer nights…” “Oh yeah, so tacky, right?” Saeyoung holds back the need to yell an “OUCH!”
“Well, I think it’s kinda romantic! Right, dude? Aren’t you romantic?” “Oh… huh, I’m more like the playful and teasing type…” Yes… if you were looking for romance, Saeyoung wouldn’t be the best suitor… did you want someone romantic? “Well, the MC I know it’s all about romance…” yeah, Saeyoung also could get that vibe from you…he know he isn’t suitable for you after all, but… why does it bother him so much?
“So… MC, do you want to sing “Summer Nights”? For old time’s sake? “A-Actually, I… I would like to sing something.” Saeyoung gets up quickly. “You do?” you ask, curiosity dancing in your eyes. “Yeah, just watch me!” he kisses your head again, why can’t he stop doing this?
“Yes, good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I dedicate this song to my adorable girlfriend. MC, this one is for you!” you were waiting for some cheesy ballad, and can’t hold your shocked face when he choose “I believe in a thing called Love” by The Darkness. He sings all the falsettos and even does some air guitar, you have no idea how to react, but… it’s impossible not to smile. Judging from your cousin’s face, he totally got the message. Although Saeyoung isn’t sure what is the message, actually. All he cares about is the hug you give him when he gets down the stage.
“Is this romantic enough for you?” “I couldn’t care less about romance, this is just my cousin blinded by love. Anyway… mission accomplished, agent 707. You should win a medal for all the services you did!”
A mission… right… this was just a mission. He always felt relieved after his missions were over, that’s the only one he doesn’t want to be dismissed.
“Listen to me, no matter how much I beg, how much I plead, you can’t let me try any move on him, you got it?” “Yeah, yeah… I got it, you don’t need to repeat this again!” your ex-boyfriend is single again, you never forgot him, and everything started spinning when he invited you for some drinks, but… you know how much of a fuckboy he can be. You have your pride! You have your dignity! You have Saeran as your most honest friend, so you know he’s the only one capable of making you stay away from the guy. And hopefully, keeping the guy away from you by pretending to be your boyfriend.
Why would he say yes to such a lame idea? Can’t you deal with your own shit like the grown ass woman you are? Well, it’s been a while since he doesn’t leave his brother’s house, and if it is with you, he feels more comfortable. Also, your whining was annoying him. Okay, not annoying, more like… persuading him…
“Hey, this is Saeran, my boyfriend!” you’re hesitant about holding his hand. Will this be convincing if you don’t really have much of physical contact? “Nice to meet you, bro. Hey! Hold her tight, or I’ll be ready to snatch her away!” you blush… OH HELL NO! You can’t be possibly falling for this! Saeran wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you closer, staring at the guy.
“Good luck trying.” You’re so close, why do you smell so good? Shit, did you put all this perfume for this guy? Ugh… that’s so lame!
The night goes on, he notices the subtle flirt between you two. This dude really is a fuckboy, making moves on a girl who’s already taken and… well, okay, not technically, but still… he’s a player! And you can be silly most of the times, but you’re not that dumb! Saeran knows you’re not! That brave girl who’s been helping him with therapy can’t fall for these cheap moves!
But he gotta say, you flirting is… kinda cute, the way you bounce your hair and smile playfully, yes… this isn’t for him, though. And it’s bothering him! “Hey, h-ho-honey, can I talk to you for a second? Alone!” you nod a ‘yes’ and you two get close to the door. “Let’s get out of here!”
“What? Why? No, I’m having fun!” “Exactly, and you shouldn’t have, right?” “Please, Saeran, pleeeeease, let’s stay!” “Sorry, I have direct orders to not give in to your pleading.” You get mad: “Fine! I’ll go back by myself!” you turn your back on him, only to look at you ex talking with this other girl.
Saeran’s arm is around you again, now leading you out of there. You’re not crying, thank God! But you look really hurt, and he hates that!
“Wait! Are you seriously sad over this guy who doesn’t give a shit about you? I thought you were smarter, MC.” Great, now you’re crying! Good job, Saeran! “Hey, don’t… don’t cry. I… don’t know what to tell you, but…” you hug him, your alluring perfume is all over him now. “Do you mind if we stay like this for a while? You don’t have to say anything, just… stay like this…” “Okay, I guess…” This is weird… so fucking weird! He never touched someone like this before… is he doing it right? Is it supposed to be this good?
Ok literally I check your blog everyday it gives me life I love you so much you have so much talent!!!❤ I don't know if you are still do the random/small au, but if you are could you do one for namjoon??
is too long for his lab coat,,,,but keeps forgetting to buy a new one in a bigger size
keeps really messy notes. like horribly messy none of the other scientists can ever understand his data but somehow namjoon reads it just fine
would rather spend a summer afternoon in the lab running tests on dna and solving math problems than going to like idk an amusement park
refers to animals by their scientific names out of habit,,,really it’s not even that he’s showing off when he points at an sea otter and goes “what a cute enhydra lutris!!” everyone is like a encyclopedia nutrients??? what’s he talking about
you’re a fellow scientist who works with namjoon and you’re more of a mathematical science person, you like doing equations
so you and namjoon get along great because you’ll stay hours and hours in the lab trying to figure out new ways to solve unanswered theoretical problems and debating on your data
everyone teases and calls you the couple of the lab because you’re stuck together, huddled over your notebooks so it looks like your faces are close together
but you and namjoon are both too shy so every time you’re teased you both just hide in your lab coats collar like hUH,,,what,,, no ,,,,
one night namjoon is really rEALLY excited because he shows you a whiteboard full of numbers and letters and he’s like “i think i solved one of those theories!!!” and you’re like NO WAY
and he’s like ,,,,,,i honestly think i did i might scream,,,,im so happy,,,,,
and you’ve never seen namjoon so excited about anything. sure he can be hardworking and serious but the smile,,,,,,,,,,,,,on his face,,,,,,wow,,,,,are those dimples??? those are cut- NOT THE POINT
and so you go over his math, making sure to not miss a thing and namjoon keeps pacing back and forth in excitement because this is a BREAKTHROUGH
but then,,,,you find it,,,,,,he missed one decimal point and adding it,,,,basically makes the whole equation useless
and when you turn to namjoon with a grim look on your face his big shoulders drop and the dimples disappear
and he’s like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it was too good to be true wasn’t it?
and you don’t want to completely crush his mood but you can’t lie so you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,namjoon don’t be sad,,,,um,,,,scientifically it’s proven that physical contact is good comfort so im going to hug you now???? is that ok????
and namjoon blinks and you open your eyes, trying hard to suppress the heat in your face
and namjoon is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,o,,,,ok,,,,,okay
and he moves toward you and you wrap your arms around his torso and,,,,ok he’s so big and warm,,,,,,,,,maybe,,,,maybe he’s ,,,,,way cuter than you ever thought?!?!?!?!?!?!
and namjoons hand rests on your lower back and it’s like,,,,,a little awkward but also,,,,,,,you know??? baby steps
and when you pull back you’re like “!!!! do you feel better?”
and namjoon is like yes,,, thank you but science also says there’s something that’ll comfort someone even more,,,,,,,,,
and you’re like omg what is it tell me
and namjoon is scratching his neck and murmuring ,,,, “A….kiss,,,,,,”
and you jump a bit because a????? kiss?????? well,,,,,ok,,,,you’ll do it because of science!!!!!!!!! obviously not because namjoon is adorable and when you kiss him his lips are soft and you are secretly super thankful he didn’t solve the theory because if he did you’d probably not be kissing right now - oh his hand is pulling you closer,,,,,,
Am I self perfecting myself into Lance? Yes. Yes I am. Anyways, here’s some langst.
He can hold himself together by the jokes he tells and tries to be he best for his team.
But if you took a closer look, you’d be able to see him falling apart. No one ever took the time to take a closer look.
After Shiro is missing, Lance ends up spending a lot more time by himself.
He spends his time in his room wide awake and sitting or laying in silence. Everything wrong with his personality, every bad thing he’s done, everything he hides and hides and hides from everyone and even himself start to creep up.
No one knew he bugged everyone so much because when he’s alone, his own mind worked against him so much. It was when everything, his insecurities and lack of self worth showed itself to him. And how he’d sit/lie there, believing everything it spoke to him.
How he’d try so hard not to cry and when he’d cry, “I’m pathetic. I should be better than this. I really am nothing.” Would play in his mind.
“They’d be better off without you. You should’ve been the one to disappear, at least they could replace you. Shiro meant so much to everyone, and you? Nothing. Even if they did miss you, it’d pass and they’d forget about you.”
“You’re not really close to anyone here. You’re just an extra, not really needed. Why can’t you be a better fighter?”
He lets the hot tears fall, staying as silent as he can as he takes in shaken breathes. The tears feel like they burn his face.
“Why are you still around?”
His breathing becomes more erratic, each breath a struggle. As the thoughts come in more harshly and more quicker and angrier with himself.
Lance curls up into a ball, hands over his ears because every noise is too much right now. The slight buzz of electricity running though this ship, the muffled sounds of noise. His breathing is too loud, his sniffling too harsh on his ears.
Soon all he can hear is the piercing sound of silence. His breathing getting more and more shallow.
“Calm down, calm down. You can’t be this pathetic, just calm down. You’ve beeb through worse, don’t fall apart so easily. It’s not like anyone would notice anyways.” He forces himself to even his breathing. The tears have stopped. His head hurts and he feels nothing.
Nothing feels real to him. He gets up, walks over to the bathroom connected to his room and avoids looking in the mirror.
Blows his nose, washes his face, goes through the motions.
He goes back to his bed, laying down and falls asleep.
The next day, he acts like himself and no one noticed his puffy eyes.
He’s used to this. It’s just, sometimes he wishes someone would at least ask him if he’s okay.
This wasn’t the first time this has happened and it won’t be the last, he knows that. He just hopes he can hold himself together a bit longer.
I had the incredible pleasure of seeing Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet today, and wow. Just wow. What a fun, charming, moving, immersive and incredible show. I’ve never seen anything like it.
To start, I had Dave Malloy as Pierre because this week he is taking the role, and I couldn’t be more happy to see the original actor who’s character I fell in love with in the title role! I feel like the original cast album doesn’t capture how great of an actor he is, how well he captivates and fills the room. And hearing him sing Dust and Ashes, which isn’t on the original album- so awe inducing. That man is brilliant for writing the show and all the better for being able to star in it as well.
Then, of course, Denee Benton. Honestly, I had always liked Phillipa Soo’s Natasha so much and I sometimes had trouble listening to Denee’s interpretation on the OBC recording. But tonight completely changed my view of that. The way she captured the torment of a challenged young girl with her changes in tone, her body language, her eye contact, it was all perfect. And she is so beautiful, especially in the white fur coat in No One Else. I wish I could say more about No One Else but I cried through the entire song so it’s all a blur. I cried through most of the show, actually.
Okay so Anatole. We did not have Lucas Steele and my sister and I were so sad at first because we’ve heard such great things about him. Instead we had Blaine Krauss and holy craaaap are we glad we did! Blaine Krauss’ Anatole was so nuanced. He made the audience fall in love with the character that is so easy to loathe. Anatole is not a good guy. But Blaine was sometimes bouncy, sometimes sexy, sometimes devilish, and every version of Anatole was so desirable. And he really is as handsome up close as at a distance, by the way. So Blaine Krauss deserves a lot more credit, and I’m sure that he just followed the footsteps of Lucas Steele a lot of the time, but he also exuded his own personal charisma and swagger that definitely deserve attention.
Amber Gray and Grace McLean are the true queens of Broadway and deserved Tony noms and I will never stop saying thAT they’re brilliant they’re radiant they’re chill inducing they’re perfect end of story.
Ingrid Michaelson- ehhh. I feel like she really just copied Brittain Ashford’s Sonya and didn’t add anything of her own. I didn’t get any nuisances of Michaelson’s personality or character, it felt plain to be honest. I missed Ashford.
Gelsey Bell was fantastic as Princess Mary! And Nick Choksi has Dolokhov was so charming and fun! and Nicholas Belton was great too!! They have much less singing than the rest of the cast but they definitely stood out when they did have songs. Actually let’s talk about Belton’s Andrey. I really loved how stoic he was, and how heartbroken he seemed when Natasha cheated. You don’t get all that emotion on the soundtrack and it was really appreciated. But possibly my favorite part of the staging is how he shows up consistently throughout the show. For instance, in the opening number, as Pierre is doing the very first verse, Andrey is going off to war and gives Natasha a necklace, as she shrieks and runs after him. No One Else; Andrey stands reading a note in the moonlight as snow falls on him, and Natasha is singing to him/about him. Then, whereas at first Natasha was beckoning to him and wanting his attention, she slowly starts forgetting him and ignoring him as he show goes on. In The Ball, he is wearing a mask and beckoning to her, she takes his hand and drops it. In Sonya Alone, she walks right past him strumming a guitar on the staircase. It really shows how Natasha’s thought process is changing through out the show it’s very insightful and beautiful.
OH and the musicians!! Everywhere!! Playing instruments and dancing and singing right on stage!! Absolutely fantastic and soo so so talented. Everything about the show was fantastic. And the immersive theater was just wow. Even the dumplings they handed out were tasty. I can’t say enough praise for this show. Thank you Dave Malloy for your work of art, and thank you to all the actors for bringing it to life.
Summary: Moriarty makes a grand comeback from the dead, and you just need his touch to convince yourself he’s actually back.
Author’s note: I’ve been working on this one for so long (maybe like 6 months lol), I’m so glad it’s finally finished XD I significantly shortened it because I went way too off track with the plot.
Warnings: Leading to Smut
After a long day at work, you collapsed on the couch. Without wearing a formal dress, high heels, and a bunch of makeup you could finally relax. You had previously popped a pizza in the oven, so now you were going to watch some telly while waiting for it to be finished.
With your legs spread across the loveseat, you reached over to grab the TV remote off of your little coffee table. You pressed the red button to turn the television on, and you surfed the channels until you came across something interesting.
You rested your head on a throw pillow as you mindlessly watched the show. After about ten minutes, you were completely immersed in what was happening on screen. The screen glitched black and white for a second before going back to the original channel.
You furrowed your eyebrows slightly in confusion. You had a wonderful TV show provider that had never lost signal before. You shrugged; there was a first time for everything. You fidgeted on the couch to get comfortable again.
You tried to focus on the people on the screen, but it glitched back to the black and white static again. Then an outline of a man facing the other direction appeared. You could tell that it was him automatically. It was Jim Moriarty; your deceased boyfriend. He turned around, and you saw his face for the first time in three years.
Your mouth opened in shock, and your heart raced as hope began to bubble up inside of you. “Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me?” His haunting voice repeated over and over in the edited video.
It was on every television screen in London, and you could hear it across the city. The answer was yes, you certainly did miss him. Suddenly, your television screen went completely black. There wasn’t any noise coming from your sound bar, but the echos of Moriarty’s message were still going on around London.
A new clip of Moriarty showed him looking down at the ground before slowly lifting his head to look at you. Jim’s dark eyes stared into yours, and you smiled even though you knew that he wasn’t really there. His adam’s apple bobbed up and down before he made a big show of rolling his eyes at you.
“Did you really think I’d commit suicide, (y/n)? I guess I did go out with a bang… but it’s still a bit boring don’t you think?”
You grinned widely, and you murmured under your breath, “You find everything boring.”
In the exclusive footage, Moriarty leaned closer to the camera. His eyes momentarily sparked with impish delight, and he tilted his head to the side. He licked his lips slowly before asking, “Will you kiss me?”
At the exact same time, an irish voice muttered the same thing next to your ear. You didn’t think twice before swiftly turning around to connect lips with him. Your eyes fluttered closed, but Moriarty’s eyes stayed open. He hasn’t seen you in years, so he didn’t want to prolong his misery.
He reached up to brush some hair out of your face, and your eyes met his warm brown ones. Tears blinded your vision, and some split onto your cheeks. He was alive. You had wished for this moment. Dreamed about this moment. But now that it came true, you didn’t know how to feel. What to do. You were happy, sad, and angry all at the same time.
Moriarty wrapped his arms around you, and you reached up to caress his lightly stubbled face. You brought your lips to his again in another kiss, but this one was more passionate. You needed to know that this was real, that he was back in your life. You shut your eyes again as you deepened the kiss, and he followed suit.
You felt the need to be closer to him after being apart for a long time, so you took a handful of his suit jacket. You pulled him to you, but he lost his grip on the back of the couch. You fell onto the floor narrowly missing the table, and Moriarty tumbled over the couch to land on top of you.
You burst into laughter, and Moriarty could feel the vibrations of your chest. You were so stressed out at the moment, all you could do was laugh to release all of your pent up feelings. Moriarty rolled his eyes at you and he tried to act annoyed, but he couldn’t stop a devilish grin from appearing on his face. When you finally stopped, you had more tears in your eyes. They were happy tears.
Moriarty propped himself up on his elbows, so he could properly look at your whole face. You were smiling widely with your cheeks still damp from the tears. He knew that love was a silly little chemical defect, but the defect was hardwired into every human being.
Sentiment tended to make people overlook faults and flaws but Moriarty firmly believed that you were complete utter perfection. You were on the side of the angels, but he couldn’t have cared less. Moriarty had been searching for someone just like him for the longest time so he wouldn’t be bored, but he now knew that wasn’t what he needed.
What he needed was you. You were an ordinary person, but you understood him. You accepted him for who he was, and you didn’t try to change him. However, that didn’t mean you wanted to be a part of the crime in his life. You were able to uphold your own morals, as well as support Jim when he needed it.
His eyes flickered to your lips before he said in a whisper “You haven’t changed. You’re still stunning. My beautiful angel.”
You didn’t want to spoil the moment by addressing the fact that he left you depressed for years, or that you were still mad at him for not telling you he was alive. You just wanted to enjoy your reunion; you could talk to him about that later. You slung your arms around his neck, and you asked softly, “Did you miss me?”
Moriarty playfully rolled his eyes, but his traitorous lips curled into a small smile. His leaned forward to kiss you, and he mumbled against your lips, “Oh, you have no idea darling.”
“Give me an idea, Jimmy.” You demanded with a small smile. You wanted him to kiss you, make love to you, whisper sweet nothings into your ear… the whole package.
“As you wish.” He murmured in a low tone before his lips made their way to your neck. The oven beeped in the background, signalling that the pizza was done. However, the two of you were making too much noise to take notice of it.
"You really didn't think I would miss your graduation, did you?" (Grayson)
Requested by anonymous: “an imagine where Grayson is on tour and isn’t able to make it to (Y/N) graduation but ends up surprising (Y/N).”
“(Y/N), babe. Before I tell you what I’m about to tell you, please know that I tried my hardest to work around this, but this was just simply out of my control.” Grayson said to you when you answered his facetime call.
“Grayson, what’s wrong?” You asked.
“We have a show the same day as your graduation.” He said, followed by a deep sigh.
“Seriously? I really wanted you to be there.” You whined.
“Baby, I know you did. But I’m so so sorry. I tried to convince the tour manager to reschedule the show, but they said it was too close to the actual date to reschedule.” He explained.
“Alright, fine.” You said with a pout.
“Are you mad at me?” Grayson asked after a moment of silence.
“Not at you, just the situation. But, there’s nothing we can do about it. I was just really hoping to see you. I miss you.” You said.
“I miss you too. But these are the last handful of shows, and I’ll be home soon. And I’ll take you out to celebrate your graduation.” He said.
“Okay, I’m holding you to it.” You smiled.
“You have my word.” He said. You talked with him for a little while longer, and then you both ended up falling asleep.
* * *
It had been a couple of weeks, it was finally the day of graduation, and you had mixed emotions. You were excited to finally be done with high school, but you were sad that Grayson wasn’t going to be there. You stood around with some of your classmates as you waited for the ceremony to start. Once it did, everything was going smoothly. The speeches were great, and as it got closer to time for your name to be called to walk across the stage and get your diploma, you became more and more excited.
“(Y/F/N).” Your principal called. You walked across the stage, shaking hands with all of the administrators that we’re up there, took your diploma and made your way back to your seat.
Once the ceremony was over, you made your way outside to find your family. After about five minutes of searching, you finally found them. You stood together and took various pictures, different combinations of family members.
“Such a beautiful family.” You heard a voice say as you posed for a picture with your parents. You turned to see who it was and the widest smile spread across your face.
“Grayson!” You cheered as you ran into his arms.
“Congratulations baby. Here, these are for you.” He said, handing you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, kissing you softly.
“Did you guys know he was here?” You asked your parents. Your mom nodded.
“Yes. He sat with us during the ceremony.” She said.
“I thought you said you and Ethan had a show.” You said, turning your attention back to Grayson. He just smiled and shook his head.
“There was never a show scheduled for today. Our last show was three days ago.” He explained.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were back in town?” You asked as you playfully pushed him.
“I wanted this to be a surprise. You really didn’t think I would miss your graduation, did you? What kind of boyfriend would I be if I had?” He laughed.
“Well, luckily you’re the best boyfriend anyone could ever I ask for.” You smiled, kissing him. You stood around taking more pictures with everyone then went out for a celebratory lunch.
With you finally being done with high school, and Grayson showing up to see you graduate, all in all, it was a very special day that you would never forget.
Can someone make me feel sane by telling me I’m not the only one who loved an episode without Ali? This show started going downhill once they brought back Ali from the dead in 5A. (Although she was revealed as alive in 4B, she wasn’t officially back in the ‘squad’, alive and wondering the streets of Rosewood in every episode, until 5A.) This episode really did feel like a good old season 3 and 4 episode. Just Spencer, Aria, Hanna and Emily. I never realised how much I miss that dynamic until Ali is gone. Thank you writers, for leaving Ali out of an episode, one last time. I really enjoyed seeing my original 4 play A’s game by themselves, like they used to for 4 whole seasons. (No sarcasm!)
i had a question! so i'm not really in the dear evan hansen fandom but it seems interesting! the only concern is that i cant see the show (i'm young, live far away from broadway, tickets & travel are expensive,etc.) and i'm worried it will be hard to follow, i won't understand the plot fully, and will miss out on parts of it if i only listen to the soundtrack, what do you should i get into the fandom and if so could i have some tips and stuff?? thank you!! have a great day!
Those are 1000% valid concerns (also add in that tickets are really, REALLY sold out. I could go on for DAYS about the standing room line. It’s only gotten worse since I did it a week ago.)
My advice to you would be to seek out whatever you can. What’s nice is that since DEH is such a popular show, the libretto (script) is published, so I would definitely recommend you check that out, since that will help fill in a lot of gaps in terms of what happens between songs.
AKA Will and Hannibal flirt and shamelessly dry-hump in a Halloween store. I’m… almost sorry for this?
This is the first of my giveaway fics, for @captainwingdings, who placed second and requested a fic based on a dream they had:
Young Will encounters Med student Hannibal at a halloween store. I had a dream last night where Will (age 20 in this) was visiting family (or his cousins, just pretend he has them) during Halloween time, and he goes with his little cousins (like age 17 or so, so not that little) to a massive Halloween store. Cue slightly older (Med student?) Hannibal. Because what better time to kill some pigs than when everyone is setting out gory decorations? So basically Hannibal takes a liking to Will and kinda follows him around the shop because Will knows all these bloody facts and keeps telling his cousins. Hannibal is automatically smitten, of course, and goes out of his way to talk to Will and press his body up against his in the tiny aisles.
I took some liberties with plot, but hopefully the spirit of the dream is still there!
“I want that big axe! I bet you could cut someone’s hand off with an axe like that!”
Will found himself at the local party outlet, babysitting
his niece Abigail for the afternoon. Halloween was coming up, and Uncle
Will, a criminal justice student at the local community college, was the
ideal choice to help pick out the most gruesome costume.
“Well, um. The axe would be a particularly bad choice for any kind of close-range combat.”
“Look, you want to be a scary killer, right?”
“Well yeah. Duh.”
“So, you need an effective weapon. The axe isn’t going to
do you much good in a fight. You’re really only going to want it for
hacking at things from about arm’s length.”
They were currently in an aisle full of plastic fake
weapons, the kind you could carry around spattered with fake blood and
spook out all the little kids in the neighborhood – every ten-year-old’s
“Yeah but it’s so BIG! I want that one.”
“How about you try the Bowie knife, that’ll be the most effective.”
“But a knife isn’t as scary as an axe.”
“But it’s… look, if it were up to me, I’d rather fight
someone who had an axe than a Bowie knife. You can see an axe coming and
get out of the way pretty quickly. A knife sneaks up on you. And look
at the curve on the end – that’s gonna rip out all your guts.”
“Yeah, but the axe is like… so big. I want the
axe.” Her well-honed pout gave her the air of a mistreated Bassett
Hound, a face that she knew from years of experience was Uncle Will’s
“… fine. We’ll get the axe. But you have to let me mix
your fake blood for you, the stuff they sell at these stores doesn’t
even congeal right.”
“Uncle Will, you’re so weird.”
“Do you want this costume to be accurate or not?”
“I want to be scary.”
“Accurate is scarier than anything you could come up with, I promise you.”
“Pardon me for overhearing, but I’d have to recommend the
butcher knife over the Bowie, if we’re talking close combat.
Specifically the Japanese yanagi ba, traditionally used for sashimi.”
“Excuse me?” Will noticed for the first time the man
standing to their left in the aisle, perusing a set of generic
teen-murder-movie hockey masks. The tall, gorgeous, very well
dressed, mysteriously-accented man to their left. Will realized he was
gawking and snapped his mouth shut, hoping the man hadn’t noticed.
A/N: I was soooo happy when I saw this, it was just too cute! Thank you to whoever requested it :)
Leonardo: (best gif ever!)
Leonardo never really found time for music during his upbringing. Unlike his youngest brother Michelangelo, he didn’t bare an interest in that sort of thing. It was practising his moves or meditating, that was all he ever did. That was until you came along. You showed him all types of music, from heavy rock to hip hop to country. He didn’t take too well to most of it, but one song really stuck out. Don’t Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmiths.
Like his older brother, Raphael never really found the time for music. But once you showed up, man did he start listening. He wanted to be able to talk to you about everything you liked, he wanted to be up to date with all the trendy songs, even if he didn’t like them. He wanted to be able to listen to music with you, like any normal boyfriend. And when it came to your song, who better than the queen? Beyoncé Crazy in Love.
Although he is not unfamiliar to Mikey’s music, Donatello is indifferent to it. He’d much rather listen to you humming or talking about random things while he works instead of Michelangelo’s dance tunes, and as far as ‘your song’ is concerned, it’s whatever you want it to be. He wouldn’t mind either way, if you chose Katy Perry or Nickleback. But eventually he’ll tell you that every time he hears Can’t Help Falling in Love with You, he thinks of you.
We all know that Mikey listens to music more than his brothers talking. In his spare time, you very rarely find him without a headphone in. Or if you’re in the lair alone, he’ll blast whatever tunes he’s got on his Ipod through the speakers so you can jam out. And although Mikey has a love for hip and modern music, when it comes to you two, he likes it old school. She’s So Lovely by Scouting for Girls is definitely your song.
Magnus stood at his desk, glasses filled with potions and multiple ingredients littering the table along with his open spell book. He worked with a small frown on his face, concentrating deeply.
The front door opened and Magnus let a small smile appear on his lips, knowing Alec was back from the institute with takeout which he was happy about, not having eaten since this morning.
“You are in a good mood, right?” Alec called from the doorway and Magnus paused his work, a deep frown forming as he heard the hint of worry in Alec’s voice.
“Of course, especially now that you’re home,” Magnus replied before walking over to the doorway. “Why?” He asked before he noticed what Alec had brought home.
“So, I erm… I decided to bring Izzy’s kids home,” Alec said and the twins grinned at Magnus from behind Alec’s legs.
“Does she know you picked them up?” Magnus asked, taking a step back as the two kids gave him a look he knew meant that at any second they were going to jump on him.
“Well not really, my phone died so I couldn’t text her,” Alec said honestly before the twins came running at Magnus.
“Uncle Magnus!” They both screamed and he winced as they jumped on him.
“Did you honestly think that they wouldn’t notice their humans went missing?!” Magnus called to Alec over the kids request for him to show them his magic.
“I just really missed them both,” Alec defended himself and Magnus rolled his eyes, placing the twins down and crouching to their level. “I’ll call Izzy now on your phone,” he said.
“In the kitchen,” Magnus told him and he nodded before walking off.
“Please show us your magic,” Sophia begged, her brother nodding in agreement.
“Well, do you want to see what I’m working on right now?” Magnus asked and they both nodded in excitement. “Ok, follow me. But be warned, it might get dangerous,” Magnus teased as he stood, holding out both hands for the twins to take one.
“I love danger!” Gideon cheered, squeezing Magnus’ hand tightly as they made their way over to the desk to look in awe at the cocktail of colourful potions.
Alec came walking back into the room, Sophia in Magnus’ arms as he tried to keep Gideon from mixing two positions that would end in disaster if he did.
Alec smiled at his husband, the feeling of warmth rising in his chest as he imagined Magnus with their own kids that they would hopefully have one day.
Magnus must have felt Alec’s eyes on him, his own ones drifting up. He smiled at Alec, eyes shining with love before he quickly looked away, waving his hand to use his magic to prevent Gideon from grabbing one of the glasses that contained an orange potion.
Alec chuckled slightly as he watched Magnus try and control the twins, his heart aching with love.
Magnus was going to be an amazing dad, Alec was sure of it.