i mock because i love him


I can’t believe I’m saying this but this will be my final analysis before the finale so I hope this is good.

Let’s start from the beginning! Yuuri after he touched down during his quad flip.

Heartbroken is the only word for this. Before this he was looking over his routine of what he did wrong. He thinks that he just lost his way to get gold. His self esteem has plummeted.

Next is this:

Victor was watching Yurio’s Agape. Many people did not know why he was so serious, but I believe that he seemed this way because a 15 year old just defeated his world record in his senior debut. That’s something I’d be angry about as well, especially after he mocked him in episode 10.

Yurio has now beaten Victor’s record so how could he lose? Well I’ll tell you. Yurio as we know has a really bad attitude thinking that he is better then everyone else and no one can defeat him. I love Yurio to death but I can admit that he sometimes acts a bit like JJ. He has a ton of confidence that he will win, and that will be his worst enemy. His confidence will tell him, “Yurio, you’ve already beaten Victor’s record so nothing can stop you! You will win!” The issue is overconfidence tends to have you mess up. You think too highly and the next thing you know you’ve failed.


Yuuri in this scene doesn’t look very convinced. He seems to be saying it for the cameras, but on the inside he’s worried. Worried that he’ll let everyone down. 

Next is everyone’s least favorite scene:

This is the scene I really need to talk about. “let’s end this,” now I am only saying this but don’t worry I’ll get happier but, Yuuri has convinced himself that after this season he will have Victor leave. I have actually spoken on this previously, but Yuuri never talked it out with Victor. Now he’s bringing is plan to light.

Yuuri has convinced himself that Victor will leave him after this season when he retires. He will leave him in the dust and never see him again.


Victor is shown to be extremely shocked. “What do you mean ‘let’s end this’ when I’ve already told you I’m not leaving?” Victor is not going to let him get away with this but Yuuri has already told himself it will.

These last two scenes are EXTREMELY important! He looks pissed. Yuuri has just told him let’s end all of what we have so you can go back to skating while I retire. There will DEFINITELY be an argument. And like I always say arguments are keys to healthy relationships. Victor will most like take him to a secluded place to fight this out.

Tears will be said and so will words. These two need to be on the same page. Victor is ahead of him saying that they’ll get married and be together while Yuuri is still behind thinking that Victor wants to leave. Victor will finally put some common sense into Yuuri once and for all. 

Maybe go along the lines of “I have been with you for this long, I will not let you go! You are my life! My love! I can’t lose you because then I’d be losing my entire life! I’ll lose myself so please, believe me when I say I want to marry you and be with you for the rest of my life!”

We will hear more about Victor, how much Yuuri means to him. We will see tears being shed. The two pictures will be before the fight. These two will FINALLY be on the same page.

I’m nervous and scared just like the rest of you but I believe wholeheartedly that Victor and Yuuri will come together and not break up. These two love one another way too much to just give that up. They love each other.

Next Wednesday will be the day that we finally get a happy conclusion. Kubo does not intend to let us down. She said herself that the episode will be chaotic and the next one will help clear everything else. The info she was speaking about was the thing that Yuuri was hiding.

Another thing is that Yurio did perfectly on his Agape performance. Which in YOI talk means that something won’t go right for his free skate. Yuuri has never messed up his Eros routine until now. Foreshadowing is key in this series. Kubo is foreshadowing a great routine for Yuuri. I feel it.

This was way longer than expected and I have full faith that these two cuties will be together and get married. Yuuri will DEFINETELY succeed his quad flip and win gold.

Until episode 12 my dudes :)

Mary is acting out ‘a post- Reichenbach’ Sherlock

The ultimate revenge. She jets off around the world, seemingly to keep John safe… just like Sherlock did in The Reichenbach Fall. 

Except, here comes the diabolical bit. This is Mary taunting Sherlock, twisting the knife in further: she is saying all the things Sherlock wanted to say when he came back to John in The Empty Hearse, but couldn’t.

That’s why her letter to John is so melodramatic: She is mocking Sherlock, imitating what  he would be like writing such a love letter to John. Just make a few alterations and imaging this is Sherlock writing to John, if he was able to let him know that he was simply ‘leaving’ during The Reichenbach Fall:

My darling, I need to tell you this because you mustn’t hate me for going away.  I gave myself permission to have an ordinary life. I’m not running, I promise you that, I just need to do this in my own way.  But I don’t want you and Sherlock hanging off my gun arm, I’m sorry, my love. I know you’ll try to find me but there is no point. Every move is random and not even Sherlock Holmes you can anticipate the roll of a dice. I need to move the target far, far away from you and Rosie, and then I’ll come back, my darling. I swear I will.

Sherlock was trying to ‘give himself permission’ to have ‘an ordinary life’, to fall in love.

And then, Mary goes one step further. She imitates what Sherlock would have liked to say to John during his reunion with him in The Empty Hearse:

You’re always a good man, John, I’ve never doubted that. You never judge, you never complain. I don’t deserve you, I… All I ever wanted to do was keep you and Rosie safe, that’s all.

This is her revenge, excruciatingly painful for Sherlock. She is throwing all of his deeply intimate, unspoken words out into the open, spitting them back in his face. She is saying: See? This is what could have happened to you, but it didn’t. You’ve failed. 

Oh, she is wicked, that one.


Favorite Wonwoo Moments

The Auditory Hallucination Stage.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: Flower Crowns

3.2k words, G rated

Scorpius and Albus sit in a meadow on a sunny day, make flower crowns, and talk about how much they love each other.

This was basically written just to make up for the terrible angst in my last fic. It’s also a companion piece to @platinasi‘s beautiful art. I hope it delivers pure fluff and great joy.

Thanks to @abradystrix for betaing this for me, despite having spent the day battling inclement Scottish weather. It’s always super appreciated. <3

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What Matters - Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader

Title: What Matters

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hi love! May I request a deanxpregnant!reader where it’s all fluffy,& protective daddy!dean? But they fight, he leaves& reader has to go to the hospital bc she’s not feeling well& he runs back to her apologetic? But all’s well at the end. Thanks!xx

“You know sometimes you’re just infuriating.” you growled at the hunter, crossing your arms over your chest as he only mocked you.

“So I am infuriating because I want you to protect you huh?” he scoffed and you glared at him.

“You call keeping me inside the bunker 24/7 is suddenly called protecting me?!” you shrieked and he shrugged.

“Is it not?” he raised an eyebrow so calm it got you all the more angry.

“Hell no it isn’t, Dean!” you growled “I can’t even remember the last time I didn’t have to sneak my way out of here after I got pregnant because you are so freaking scared of something happening to me?! Hell the last time I got out was just to go to the market and that happened because Sam was here and not you. And when you found out, you sent Cas after me!”

He rolled his eyes “Is it suddenly that bad of me to want to make sure my child is safe?”

Our child Dean! It’s our child, and I am just as responsible for it as you are. Do you think I’d ever want anything to happen to it?” you couldn’t stop yourself from creaming at him and he let out a small growl, pushing his chair back roughly.

“Is that so? So how is you jumping in the way to save me, risking both of yours lives, for me?” he growled and if it had been anybody else they would have taken a step back at how scary Dean looked at that moment.

“So that’s what all of this is about? That vampire?”

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(Gif used is not mine)

  • “Nini.”
  • Sexy Jongin.
  • Dance parties all night.
  • Dogs, dogs, DOGS.
  • You sleeping on his chest and him running his hands through your hair with a small smile.
  • “Princess.”
  • “Beauty.”
  • Him kissing your knuckles.
  • Slight PDA.
  • Cuddling.
  • Sexy costumes for you.
  • LOTS of teasing.
  • Lap dances.
  • Sleeping 24/7.
  • Telling him how good he looks in the morning.
  • “You sure Jagi? I don’t know…”
  • Going shopping all the time.
  • Him loving to hide his face in your neck.
  • You getting mad because he would mock the way you moaned up for him.
  • Lots of kissing.
  • Him being such a gentlemen when taking you out.
  • Cute couple hoodies.
  • Barely any fights with this cutie.
  • Gifts from all over the world.
  • “Jagi, how do you feel about dark lace?”
  • Tight hugs.
  • Forehead kisses.
  • Wearing his clothes because he loves it.
  • Walking his dogs at night.
  • Taking care of children.
  • Lots of “i love you’s.”
  • You going to EXO concerts knowing he would be so happy to see you.
  • Rough sex.
  • Smiles.
  • Him teaching you dances.
  • Ass grabbing in public.
  • Slow kisses.
  • Giggles.
  • Talking to you for hours.
  • So much trust.
  • You picking out what he’s going to wear because he can’t choose.
  • Visiting him in the practice room.
  • “Kai who?”
  • Him being all cute when you compliment him.
  • Kyungsoo honestly plotting to kill you.but it’s okay
  • Waking up to him making you breakfast because he thinks you deserve a break.
  • Subtile pda like holding your hand or hugging.
  • Him protecting you.
  • Falling asleep together while trying to watch a movie.
  • Over all the laziest, sexiest, and sweetest relationship ever. 



-Mari xx.


Thinking about that Sleeping Beauty retelling where it’s a gay prince who’s put to sleep until true love’s kiss wakes him, and imagining other variations on fairytales - now I want a trans Cinderella retelling. Think about it.

Cinderella shut out of the family, away from the public eye, because she won’t wear boys’ clothes or let anyone call her Jonathan, and her stepmother won’t see her as Lucinda. Her sisters’ mocking when they find her dressing up in their old gowns, the child they’ve thought of - reluctantly - as a little brother. The nights she curls into her blankets in the empty kitchen, staring blankly at the fading embers, wishing for anything but this.

And then the night of the ball, she sees a shooting star and makes a wish in the garden, and her fairy godmother appears. Spins her tattered shirt and ash-smeared trousers into a beautiful gown. Pulls her hair into an elegant up do, for the first time in Cinderella’s life, because she hasn’t figured it out herself, and certainly no one else has ever been willing to show her. Takes a few minutes to practice dancing in the garden, with the godmother leading (in vest and breeches, long hair in a simple ponytail, top of head just reaching Cinderella’s chin - once those beautiful glass slippers are on her feet), so Cinderella can know what it feels like to dance backwards in high heels.

At the ball she hangs back, worried that she’ll see her stepmother and her sisters (though, she realizes, they might not even recognize her like this). Knowing there are a thousand other girls who (she thinks) have a real chance with the prince. It’s not even about him, truly - the important thing is that she gets to be herself for a night. But then she does catch his eye, from clear the across the room, right over the heads of all those noblewomen who came here in search of a husband. The prince walks forward, the men bow, the women curtsy. Cinderella moves a beat later than the others because she has to remind her body to perform the gesture she usually practices alone in the attic, not the one she’s always been forced to do in public. And just before she lowers her eyes, cheeks burning with embarrassment over her misstep, the prince grins at her. Seconds later, he is taking her hand and asking her to dance.

They dance, and talk, and laugh. The time flies. It’s the most wonderful, magical, amazing night of Cinderella’s life. She could have sworn she was paying attention, but somehow she’s lost track of time, and the clock begins to strike midnight. And she runs, completely heedless of her shoes and her dress and her hairdo, because in a few seconds she’s going to be without any of those things anyway, and the prince will see her as she’s not, and that can’t happen. She trips, twists an ankle, loses a shoe, but doesn’t stop. Not until she’s back in her magicked coach, and then home, in her trousers and shirt, in her attic, sobbing. 

The next day, all her sisters and stepmother can talk about is the mysterious woman who danced with the prince. Tall, and beautiful, and no one had ever seen her before. “Like a goddess,” says the kinder of her sisters, and the meaner one scoffs while Cinderella herself barks out a short, harsh laugh that she tries to turn into a cough. 

The day after that, of course, comes the announcement that the prince still has one of Cinderella’s shoes. Throughout the kingdom, girls line up to try on the shoe, but it fits none of them. When the royal entourage reaches Cinderella’s family’s estate, she herself is in the attic, trying on an old dress she’s altered to fit herself - though she’s fighting back tears, fearing that she’ll never again have the chance to be herself in public. The kinder of her sisters has seen it, and raised an eyebrow, but apparently she hasn’t told. 

In the parlor, the two sisters try on the shoe, each in turn. “It’s too big,” whines the meaner one, and she crosses her arms angrily. “Perhaps the mysterious lady was wearing three pairs of socks.” 

The kinder sister stops, blinking. She remembers her youngest sibling, years ago - before her stepfather died - wearing three pairs of socks and trying on her mother’s shoes, swaying in the dressing room to music no one else could hear. She remembers the old dress, her step-sibling’s long fingers stitching late into the night. She remembers the mysterious lady, tall like a goddess, eyes shining like she had just seen the key to the universe. And she puts it all together. 

“Wait!” she shouts, jerking her leg away from the slipper they’re moving toward her foot. “Wait. I won’t fit that shoe. But I know who will.”

As she runs up the stairs, the whole entourage follows - the stewards, the footmen, the prince himself, along with her mother and sister. 

From her attic, Cinderella hears shouting, and running footsteps, and her stepmother’s shrill voice. “Don’t listen to her. It’s nothing, I promise-” 

And then the prince interrupting (and here Cinderella’s heart flutters, knowing he’s so close, and yet so far): “Let her show me.”

“My son-” says her stepmother.

“My other sister-” says the kinder sister.

“What?” says the mean sister.

And the door bursts open.

Cinderella would have changed out of her dress; or brushed her hair, washed her face, shaved; or jumped out the window, but there wasn’t time. So when the door opens, she’s standing in the middle of the room in a patched dress, hair loose around her shoulders, face stubbly and tear-streaked, holding one glass slipper.

The crowd of people stop abruptly, just inside the door. For a long moment, no one speaks, or even moves.

Then the prince comes forward, takes the other slipper from the steward charged with carrying it, and crosses the room. He bows, takes Cinderella’s free hand in his, and kisses it. Then he holds out the slipper, so it’s beside the one she’s still holding, and says, “Madam, I believe this is yours.”

She’s so startled, the slipper she didn’t lose slides from her fingers and crashes onto the wooden floor, shattering into a thousand pieces. 

By then it doesn’t matter. Her prince is right there, looking at her with a stupidly besotted grin on his face. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’m not usually-” she begins, and then stops, unsure how to finish the sentence. She gestures, futilely. 

“You’re you,” he says. “Lucinda. That’s all that matters.”

Then she’s in his arms, and they’re kissing, and laughing with joy, while everyone else gapes. But he’s right: she’s Lucinda, and nothing else matters.

And they live happily ever after.

honestly if the show insists on going down this dramatic route in regard to nygmobblepot, there better be an Extra Af scene that takes place after oswald’s been dethroned, and ed’s mocking oswald like, “I made you lose everything you love! now you know how I felt!!” and i want oswald to just scream in ed’s face, “I lost everything I loved the moment i lost you!!” and ed is just. stunned into silence bc that’s not the reaction he expected. like just give me dramatic overacting at this point.

later, when oswald saves ed from the hands of barbara, ed will wonder why oswald bothered to save him after he ruined everything for him. maybe he’ll ask. oswald won’t be able to say it’s because he still loves him. he walks away instead. maybe ed figures it out one day. maybe it’s too late anyway.

i really fucking hate all the faux outrage about trump’s mocking of a disabled reporter, 

I know some other disabled people have written brilliant stuff about this but god it’s so paternalistic how y’all will act like that was the lowest of the low and you can;t believe anyone liked him after that because everyone loves and supports disabled people!! when if you actually listened to us for two goddamn seconds you’d see how you directly contribute to the same attitudes trump perpetuates and we actually face intense violence and oppression

disabled people aren;t precious creatures who need your protection, we are a marginalised and outspoken group who need you to respect and listen to us and if the most you have ever done to support us is acted shocked that trump mocked a disabled reporter then you’re not doing enough

Imagine Greg seeing his house and mocking it a bit. “Bit big for one person innit?” But like secretly loving it too. Because it’s little bits of Mycroft that no one else gets to see.

And like inviting himself round after cases or ostensibly to mutually worry about Sherlock but really he’s just making sure that Mycroft’s not going home to an empty house all the time. And like he makes him some old fashioned boeuf bourguignon like his French grandmother used to make (but like a bit of a healthier version because he knows diet is a difficult thing for him) but he helps him to relax his attitude around good food and nice wine, and just helps him to enjoy things more.

And like it just becomes a thing, Greg cooks and Mycroft chooses the wine, and one day Greg is like “Y'know what this place needs? A dog. But we’re both at work so much it’d hardly be fair would it?”

And Mycroft is just staring because he’s wondering when they became a them.

And Greg’s liked “What? Have I got sauce on my face again? I’ve got sauce on my face again haven’t I? Messy business bourguignon.”

Mycroft just sets his knife and fork together neatly and just mildly replies in the softest voice, “Don’t be alarmed, Gregory but..I think I love you.”

And Greg finishes wiping his mouth with his napkin and pushes his plate aside and just folds his arms in the way he does and and leans on the table and just says “Think?”

And Mycroft’s eyes flicker to his arms and Greg just rolls his eyes yes because he’s chided him with ‘Elbows aren’t for tables, Gregory’ before. But this time he doesn’t say that.

He just says as if almost surprised “I like your elbows on my table.”

And Greg just smiles and raises his eyebrows and says “Elbows eh? You should see the rest of me.” Even though he knows he means more than that. But this is how they work. This is them. And how they’ll get there.

And they do. One day in the future they’ll watch that film Mycroft watched alone and this time it’ll be Greg who mouthes along with the words while Mycroft smiles. Just smiles. Elbows indeed.

Say You Love Me.pt2.joe sugg.

“Heey guys, so as you can see I’m here today with my four best friends” I repeated for the sixth time causing Mikey and Conor to mock me, “fortunately for them I’m only their friends because their parents pay me”.

“More like unfortunately” Jack the smart ass tried to make a come back, but instead all of us just gave him funny looks.

“Shut up jack” I quickly replied before continuing with the video, “ anyway, you may already know who they are and if not then that’s Conor, Emily, Mikey and this drip Jack”.

“Who I am not related too” Conor quickly shouted, pushing his body up and off my couch.

“Why did you ask them to join the video (y/n/n)” Em moaned leaning her body backwards and more into the couch.

“Their parents are paying me” I simply replied, “ANYWAY” I shouted, “we are going to pay game of fones ”.

“I never agreed to this” Mikey adds in.


“How many girls do you actually have in your contacts though jack” I questioned, pulling a knowing face as I knew the number.

“Hey (y/n), shut up” he rolled his eyes, clinging his ‭phone‬ bad towards his body.

“Oh come on jacky boy let us count” Conor pleaded jokingly before we all began begging with our eyes.

“Oh fine” jack sighed, knowing her could not win this game.

“Alright so A’s. Amanda, Amy, Annie, Anna lil sissie. Jack you realise she’s a grown woman now right? ” I strained my eyes towards the man.

“Fuck off no she’s not” Conor cut in before Jack could respond, “she’ll always be our baby waby wittle sister”.

I shook my head at the brothers as they began arguing over who Anna liked more, even though it’s obvious she likes me most. Filming was almost over but I’d make sure to keep in this little part as I knew it would annoy them.


“Caspar, josh and joe are on their way over” Conor stated from the other end of the couch.

“And that’s our que to leave” I looked towards Emily who already seemed to understand as she began grabbing her stuff. She could stay and chill with them, I’m not forcing her to leave.

“Coy nah, stay girls. We ain’t seen you in ages” Mikey cooed to us, jack and Conor finally registering that we were leaving.

“It’s starting to get late anyway, I’m getting tired” Emily fake yawned although it was only 6:16 pm.

“Oh shut up. Look we know you and joe aren’t getting along but that doesn’t mean you have to spend less time around us because he’s here. Please girls stay” Jack pleaded, he did have a point. But before anything could be confirmed or denied three male voices echoed as a door was unlocked.

“Bit too late anyway” I mumbled before placing my body back on the boys couch, Emily following my actions.

As they walked in my eyes stayed directed on my ‭phone‬, i personally didn’t want to look at them. Twitter became rather interesting, the following I had was rather large from my YouTube career.

“So (y/n/n) are you excited for jingle bell ball?” Conor asked me loudly.

“Oh my god yes. Jade texted me, her and the girls are performing Saturday night, their gonna get us all back stage” I knew this would annoy joe if he had heard. He had a ring with perrie but that didn’t work out, AWKS. “Plus Shawn is there Sunday and I’m so excited to see him again, he’s so fucking sweet”.

“Yeah Shawn texted the other day, said he needs some where to stay for the weekend. I told him I had no room cause Anna’s coming down but that I’d ask you? What’d you say” he asked, his eyes never leaving his ‭phone.

“ you do realise this is tomorrow night right” I raised my eyebrow at the dopey boy.

“Yeah sorry, his hotel cancelled his reservation” he shrugged.

“Hell yeah then. I’m gonna text him right now” .

’ hello mr mendes. Hell fucking yes you can stay at mines tomorrow till when ever. You honestly should’ve just texted and asked, your always welcome at mine’

‘Please, mr Mendes is my dad😂. Thank you so much (y/n/n) I was so pissed when Andy told the hotel couldn’t have a room, even though I already paid. Anyway I’m flying from lax in 2 hours so be there Tomos morning maybe’

'You’d have been fucked if I had said no’

“Yo em” I shouted over the other boys, pulling her attention away from josh and towards me, “Shawns gonna crash in the spare room alright”.

“Awh yasss” she shouted before jumping on top of my body, “that cutie has the biggest crush on you girl”.

“He’s four years younger than me” I stated trying to push her body off of mine.

“He still hot as fuck though"Emily smirked, I knew her game so played along.

"Your right, I don’t know. Guess we’ll see what happens” I winked her way.

“Shut up girls” Caspar moaned loudly next to joe.

“Whatever, I need a pee” getting up out of my seat I began walking quickly away from the group. Not realising I was being closely followed.

Walking into the bathroom I used my right arm to slam the door, although a slam never came. I quickly spun around, confused. Only to see the one person I had been trying to avoid.

“What do you want” my voice sounded bored, probably because I am.

“Get in” his voice deep he pushed me into the bath room.

“Ouch you asshole” I moaned as I stumbled across the room, regaining my balance as I leaned onto the sink.

“Why’d you tell the boys” his blue eyes darkened.

“ what” I rolled my eyes, I just wanted to go pee. For gods sake.

“You told the boys we had sex” lol ok.

“What are you on about, we never had sex” he wants to pretend. Let’s pretend bitch.

Here’s the other take on that script tease though: the one where Killian is giving David a pep talk. Because David is technically under a sleeping curse right now and his daughter is having visions of her own death and he hasn’t spoken to his wife in days with no end in sight, and now Emma is gone, and the Evil Queen is threatening everyone he loves again, and there’s no Snow to believe in him and no Emma to fight at his side.

But there’s Killian Jones. And when Killian realises that David is berating himself, doubting himself, blaming himself, he steps in. He reminds him about which one of them is the hero. Killian is the one who did bad things, not David. David is the man who saves the kingdom and defends the people and fights the dragons. He has nothing to blame himself for.

He is Prince bloody Charming. Killian is Captain Hook. Not the other way around. So if there’s blame to be passed around, Killian will take it, and David can go and be the hero and fight the Evil Queen.

(And David listens. And then he nods, and agrees, on one condition: they’ll both do the hero thing. Together.)

I just want a really lovely scene with Jaime and Brienne at their wedding and jaime is only focusing on brienne, from the way she tugs at her awkward dress to those big fidgeting hands of hers, and all he’s thinking is “so this is love?” And Brienne is just wondering why he’s staring. She almost thinks he’s laughing at her, because he is laughing, but not in a mocking way. She asks him what his problem is and he just replies, “I love you” because that has always been his problem, he loves her.


literally was meant to have this ask out on friday but god knows what came up for me to not be able to do it - Admin Kay

GENRE: Angsty???
SUMMARY:  ‘liking’ Jungkook.

“Oh, my god! You’re in love with him!” Taehyung shouted from where you two were standing, far away from the other members.

A few minutes earlier, once you had finished your conversation with Jungkook - in which Tae occasionally added some comments to - the latter had dragged you off to an ‘abandoned’ corner of the dressing room to have a ‘serious’ talk.

It turns out, his serious talk was mocking you about ‘liking’ Jungkook.


“I’m being serious, like literally! When I moved towards you, you instantly pulled away!”

“No! It wasn’t because of that!”

“Dude, seriously? You so wanted to feel him up!”

You turned towards where Jungkook was standing, before letting out a small ‘hmm’ of approval.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind feeling him up but he’s not the guy I like!” You protested.

“Oh, so you do like someone?” Taehyung started to tease you even more, moving even closer to you, which was usually a sign that he was about to tickle you.

Tae, I’m never gonna tell you, so you might as well leave it.”


“NO! Jesus, you hoe!”

“Don’t take Jesus’ name in vain.” He said, waving Jungkook away, who’d turned to look at the two of you.

“I won’t tell you.”

“It’s easy for me to spread lies.”

“Fine.” You said, giving up.

You knew it was better to tell him and get it over with than for him to make assumptions. Although, telling him could also become the biggest mistake of your life.

This was your friendship on the line. Something you savoured and cared for tremendously. And you were pretty sure that the rest of the boys knew how much you cared for this friendship and how much you cared for the person on the receiving end of this friendship.


But really, you and everybody else knew what you meant to say. Except letting the words out of your mouth meant that Tae and you couldn’t be the same again…

"I think I’m in love with you and I’m scared to death”

Because Tae was happily in love with that girl that you saw with him in the café two weeks ago.

anonymous asked:

Ugh, I hate it when kl shippers glorify anything that has to do with l@nce, and suddenly turn around to mock everything about ke!th that has nothing to do with l@nce. People will constantly downgrade any meaningful dynamics he has with other characters like sh!ro and allur@, and turn him into this blank pining emo character. They put limits on chatacter development ke!th could have with just 2 seasons out because apparently the only meaningful dynamic he can have is as l@nce's love interest.

i have this risky™ theory as to why they pretty much strip him of all his qualities but i don’t wanna get into that right now….or like ever….

but people would be (rightfully) angry if a fandom stripped a female character down to just her pining for a male character but it’s okay when they do it to a male character (even if the pining is just a hc and not actually canon)

Some The Gang Tends Bar Thoughts

It’s interesting how in the same episode Dennis admits to having Big Feelings™ Mac also calls attention to how Dennis has been “distant” with him (something fans have noticed as well.)

To all the people who said macdennis couldn’t happen because he has no emotions: checkmate.

Charlie and Dee … just wow. Well all know they hooked up in season ten but it’s great to see emotional continuation from that. Dee and Charlie clearly love each other. Even if Dee mocked Charlie for the song (she forced him to sing) she was teary eyed.

Frank and Charlie’s emotional sideplot with the worm was as wholesome as playing Nightcrawlers in Being Frank. While I love romantic stuff with chardee and macdennis, I love the platonic familial bond with Charlie and Frank just as much.

Also, I loved the RPG and am excited to see it used later this season.

And obviously, I loved the moment between Mac and Dennis at the end.

why am i mocked for being scared of or angry at trump supporters.

i understand theyre people too, i understand they may have voted for him for his position on just one thing, and i dont give a fuck.

i dont.

just because theyre people doesnt mean they arent hateful, bigoted people who hate me solely for who i do and dont love.

who hate me solely for the fact that i was born with certain genitals and dont feel comfortable with them.

who want my friends to ‘go back where they came from.’

who feel threatened by the thought of me getting adequate healthcare because it means i or someone else could choose what to do with our own goddamned bodies.

who think my mental health is a big fucking joke.

and maybe not every trump supporter believes this bullshit, but they voted for a man who did. they put that hateful, bigoted asshole in charge of our country, our military, our safety.

i am completely justified in my anger and fear of them, as they put a man who quite literally puts my wellbeing in danger into the highest position of power in our goddamn country.

stop telling me im being irrational when you are the one who cant see whats right in front of your fucking eyes.

Jess - Logan

As a Jess fan I do feel slightly vindicated. He really did get his shit together. I love that he’s doing a book press tour thing because anti-Jess people always mock Jess fans that him writing that first novel wasn’t a big deal in terms of character growth. Enjoy your sleasy, swarmy, cheating revival!Logan peeps. At least Jess isn’t a scumbag.

Rory doesn’t deserve to have Jess still loving her.

So what did we get from the last chapter

A) the hello dad, i need an advice it’s seriously an e m e r g e n c y, it is crazy out there ane I’m freaking outttt
B) he tian sitting like an old lady in his bed, reading the-not-so-fashion-magazine, looking more-like-kinda-erotic-magaizne
C) the ‘are you having a new one so quickly’ phrase aka haha i know you are hopelessly in love with zhang, so i only consider you need a girl advice for a non romantic occasion, BUT i will mock you, because im your sassy dad.
E) they have each other’s phoneeeee numberssss as we know BUT THEY TEXTINNNNNNNN
F) and personally my favourite: the dick pic
Basically that was the cutest, childish way to irritate Mgs :D he tian gave him a heart attack i swear .. I’m sure he tian did it as a joke (or a punishment for the bad language) and not as something erotic to turn the other on HE IS JUST SO DIRECT he doesn’t care if his crush will see his dick its all fun and games for him
Also its funny how mgs takes it as a joke too i mean his reaction was like EWWWW GROSSSS but he wasnt actually upset or sad…
of course it will get serious if in the next chapter he actually looks at the pic and blush and realize he kinda likes just a little bit how he tian is always the one to provoke and push and its kinda sexy and OH BOY HERE WE GO

YouTube Time

Originally posted by teenagedolan

Request:  can you write an fluffy ethan dolan imagine where he does a q&a youtube video with y/n because grayson is sick?

a/n; I love the dolan twins but I haven’t been keeping up with them oops and I tried to make this as fluffy as possible.

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Pairing: Ethan Dolan X Reader

Y/N’s P.O.V

“I don’t want to, Ethan.” I whined to my boyfriend as he dragged me to where his camera is set up. “But I need to film a video and Grayson is sick.” He mocked my whining tone. I pouted at him knowing it was one of his weaknesses. He sighed and came over to me, he gently wrapped his arms around my waist before placing kisses all over my face. I laughed, “Stop.” I squealed, “I will if you agree to film a video with me.” He bargained pausing his kissing attack. “Fine.” I groaned, he grinned and sat me down in front of the camera. 

We’ve always been very open with our relationship so most of the fans like us together. “Ready?” He asked starting to record. “Yeah.” I rolled my eyes jokingly. “Babe.” He whined, I kissed his cheek quickly, “Come on Mr, it’s time to do this video.” I demanded laughing. 

“First question!” He announced loudly, “Be quiet!” I heard Grayson shout from his room, I laughed as Ethan just continued reading the question. “How old were you and Y/N when you first met each other?” He read and looked over at me, “15.” I answered. 

“I want to read one.” I said taking his phone. He draped an arm around my shoulders as I read the question, “For Ethan, what did you think when you first saw Y/N?” I finished reading and looked at him, “I want to hear this.” I told the camera before he started answering. “I thought and still think that she is the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He answered making me blush. I pecked his lips, “Look at how cute my handsome guy is!” I said squishing his cheeks. 

He gave me a side ways glance and took my hands off his face. “Anyways.” He said trying to avoid the fact that he had a small blush on his face. I stood up and started walking to be right in front of the camera, “He’s blus-” He cut me off by grabbing my waist and yanking me back towards him. “Ethan!” I scolded laughing as I fell on his lap. “What, baby?” He asked laughing as he wrapped his arms around me not letting me move. 

“Let me go.” I pouted tilting my head back to look up at him. “Never!” He shouted, I covered my ears. We both looked to the side as Grayson walked in covered in a blanket and sniffling from his cold. “Shut. Up.” He groaned and turned back around, walking to his room. 

I laughed, “We should finish this another time.” I said wrapping myself around him. I tightened my grip on him as he stood up effortlessly with me on him, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. He turned the camera off before sitting back down with me still on him. I took his phone and opened snapchat. I started recording, “We just unsuccessfully tried to record a YouTube video.” I said, he nodded in agreement. He rested his chin on my shoulder ending the video with a kiss on my cheek. I posted the video before I just enjoyed spending my time with him.