i must have said it wrong

anonymous asked:

He will not become King the moment she passes he will assume the role until the coronation happens He will have to officially in writing accept the position.He will be challenged he may chose to abdicate in this time. It's not that simple you have to take into account government and the officers of the state. It will be a very costly process. It can take up to a year for the Coronation to happen. It's not certain especially in these times.

wrong, there must be a monarch, the coronation I heard that Prince Charles may not want to do because like you said it’s very expensive and it can take a year for the coronation to happen. Let’s hope that the Queen stays fit as a fiddle, God saves the Queen! 

thanks anon

Concept:

Adrien Agreste is desperate. He’s tried asking Nino, but his friend sort of tripped his way into his relationship with Alya by mistake, and he’s not too proud to admit it. Plagg is no help. He’s asked Natalie, only to get a blank look. Plagg is NO help. Adrien’s even asked Gorilla. The man stared at him through the rearview mirror for a full minute before he burst out laughing and didn’t stop even after he dropped Adrien off at school. It was hard not to pout all day.

So now, Adrien is doing what he should have done in the first place - it’s SO obvious, after all. I mean, obviously HE’D be an expert.

‘Come in.’

Adrien walks into his father’s study with shoulders pushed back in his dad’s preferred posture.

‘What did you need?’ his father asked without looking up from his designs, seven different sketched clothes articles being shuffled around to create various combinations.

‘Yeah,’ Adrien said, trying to channel as much of Chat Noir as he could, ‘so dad, you and mum, huh?’

Gabriel’s hand paused delicately where it was poised over a pair of tan women’s trousers.

'I mean, you two…. Got together and everything, you know?’

Adrien watched in fascination as his father’s eyebrows rose very slowly. He wasn’t sure if it was a good sign so he went on.

'And mum was pretty. I mean, REAL pretty. Well of course she was pretty she was a model. But she was. Nice, I mean. And you TALKED to her. And it WORKED. Of course it worked, she married you and you had ME.’

Gabriel Agreste looked like he was almost afraid to talk, but he put the sketches down, steepled his fingers and finally looked up at his son.

'What are you asking exactly, Adrien? I thought Natalie had adequately covered the topic of human sexual reproduction even before you joined College?’

'Not that, dad!’ Adrien replied, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. 'I know all about that. Natalie tested me and everything and I got top marks. I’m asking about all the rest! That’s more important!’

Gabriel Agreste’s eyebrows joined his hairline. He managed to look vaguely nauseous, which was the face he made when he was in any way flustered or uncomfortable.

'All… The rest.’

'Yes!’ Adrien replied, the word exploding out of him when he couldn’t contain it anymore. A river of more words followed it once it had split the dam. 'The flowers and the complements, and the manners and kissing her hand, and being a gentleman! All of that! But I’ve tried it all and it hasn’t worked, so I MUST be doing something wrong! But you landed MUM, so you must have done something really right, so please dad, please teach me?’

Gabriel Agreste may as well be speechless for the first time in his life. He managed, 'What?’

'How to ask out a pretty girl!’ Adrien said in moan. 'The right way! So she says yes!’

Gabriel took off his spectacles to give himself time to think, polishing them off a silk hanky he always carried in his pocket, to give himself time to think. He didn’t think he’d be thinking about this already. But that was the problem with thinking. Once he put them back on, he’d formulated a reasonable response.

'I would like to know who the young lady in question is, before we go any further.’

Adrien’s brain went into panic mode. Darn, darn darn darn, he hadn’t thought of this! What was he going to say? He couldn’t say Ladybug obviously, his dad would never buy it. Quick, think of girls he knew! Girls he knew, girls he knew- ah! Girls from his class! Let’s see; Chloe- ah ah, hard nope, no way. Alya- nope, no way again, bro code. Mylene, yeah, super taken. Alix….. Just no. Darn it all, all he could think of were black hair and blue eyes and - hang on!

'Marinette Dupain-Cheng,’ Adrien squeaked. He hoped his cheeks feeling hot meant he would convince his father. Gabriel stared at him for a moment before he buzzed Natalie from the intercom on his desk.

'Natalie, send me the file of Dupain-Cheng Marinette from the College research folder.’

'Yes sir,’ Natalie chirped back. A few moments of heavy sweating later - for Adrien - his father’s phone pinged, and Gabriel picked it up, thumbing through whatever Natalie had sent. One eyebrow rose higher than the other in the expression his father often made when he was pleasantly surprised. Somehow, Adrien was irrationally pleased his father approved of Marinette, even though he realised he was now totally screwed.

'Designed an album for Jagged Stone,’ his father said, sounding reluctantly impressed. 'You will invite her to dinner next week.’

Gabriel put his phone down, seemingly done with the decision. Adrien tried desperately one more time.

'But, the advice!’

Gabriel looked him straight in the eyes.

'What I’m about to tell you does not leave this room,’ he said solemnly.

'Yes father!’ Adrien replied eagerly.

'The secret,’ Gabriel went on solemnly, 'is puns.’

'I knew it!’ Adrien hissed under his breath.

'Ah, but not just any puns,’ Gabriel admonished. 'That is why you have been unsuccessful. You need to find her interests, formulate humourous sentence arrangements. Drop them with the correct TIMING. Timing is crucial, especially in one particular way.’

Adrien fairly vibrated in his seat as he leaned forward, waiting for his dad to finally tell him the secret.

'You must take her hand, gently. Look her in the eyes, and tell her, without fanfare, how you feel about her. And how that makes you feel: in that order, son. Then, and only then, must you drop a very smart pun, about something she loves, and beg her to consider giving you a chance. Then walk away, let her think about it, and maybe drop another pun on your way out. Make her laugh, so that when she remembers you, she will smile. She’ll call you back within the week.’

Gabriel was smiling for the first time in a whole year, that Adrien remembered. He looked misty eyed and far away before he snapped out of it.

'Natalie,’ he said into the buzzer again, 'contact mlle Dupain-Cheng, invite her to dinner Friday week.’

'Yes sir. I will inform cook and the household.’

'Good.’ Gabriel looked at his son with a determined look on his face. 'I will allow you to see how it is done during this first dinner. I will then expect you to try and learn, with practice, during following invitations. Do not let me down.’

'No sir!’ Adrien replied excitedly. He raced to his room, almost bouncing giddily with joy at how helpful his dad had been. Real advice! With practice!

Then he froze when he realised he was going to be practicing on his sweet, shy classmate, who was likely going to get the entirely wrong idea, and who he had absolutely not the courage to come clean with; not on this.

'Darn’, he hissed into his room. Plagg ignored him and continued to eat his cheese noisily.

By Way of Spontaneity (Part 4)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 1,184

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: This part is a little longer and filled with a few details. I hope you all enjoy :) 

Originally posted by bucksstan


Raising a brow, you turned to face Bucky when you felt a few seconds and he wasn’t helping you out with your stuck zipper. You nudged your head up. “What’s wrong with you, huh?”

Bucky suddenly cleared his throat and shook his head. “Nothing! Turn around.”

Without waiting for you to do so, he grabbed you by your shoulders and spun your around himself, quickly zipping you up. You couldn’t help the impressed whistle.

“I’ve been fighting with the stupid thing for the past ten minutes,” you said.

Bucky smirked, waving his fingers. “I have magic fingers.”

You laughed. “Shut up. Let’s go.”

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some of the things i've been told since coming out as asexual in 2015

-“you’re too pretty to be asexual”
-“you just haven’t met the right guy yet”
-“you’ll change your mind once you’re in a relationship”
-“if you ever get in a ‘relationship’ your partner will just cheat on you so he can have sex”
-“is there something wrong with you?”
-“it’s just a hormonal thing. doctors can help you fix that”
-“so… you’re gay?”
-“here’s the name of my doctor you should see him about your homone levels”
-“that’s not a real thing”
-“there must be something wrong with you”
-“you’re probably gay but too scared to tell anyone”
-“i can fix that ;)”
-“i called my pastor and he said he’s going to put you on the prayer chain”
-“the bible doesn’t necessarily say that asexuality is wrong, but it’s wrong because it’s an identity thing. you should just identify as a child of God, regardless of whether or not you actually get these feelings”
-“you’re basically just straight”
-“so you’re just gonna be alone forever?”
-“so you’ve never loved anyone?”
-“ohmygosh is this because of your past trauma?!”
-“i’m so sorry, this must be because of all you’ve been through”
-“you don’t look asexual”
-“so you probably masturbate a lot then…”
-“asexuals aren’t part of the lgbtqia community… the A stands for 'ally’. stop pretending like asexuals are descriminated against”
-“isn’t that a plant thing?”

(feel free to add some of your own experiences)

The Long Game - Derek Hale Imagine

Requested by @derangedangelImagine request :) Reader is the same age as Scott & the others but has a crush on Derek & is always flirting with him but Derek doesn’t reciprocate those feelings because of the age difference. But reader is in it for the “long game.” Like a GMW Maya & Josh situation. A few years later reader comes back & Derek likes her back. Thanks :D

Word Count: 4,502

Warning: Derek being abused and injured. 

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by agsztrashbouquet

Y/N couldn’t keep her lips from forming into a smirk as she saw Derek’s picture appear on her phone. She had just moved back to Beacon Hills earlier today into her new apartment. She had spent most of the day unpacking her boxes, and was already in bed watching a movie on her laptop. She quickly swiped her thumb across the phone and answered. “Hello, stranger. It’s after midnight. No guy ever calls a girl after midnight except for one-" 

"Y/N…” Derek interrupted followed by a loud growl. Y/N could hear Derek’s heartbeat going crazy and his labored breathing. What caught her attention was hearing another heartbeat. “I need you." 

His voice was filled with worry, which caused Y/N to sit up straight in her bed alarmed. "Derek, where are you?”

“I don’t know…” he whispered unexpectedly. He no longer sounded like he was in pain or fighting against someone. He now sounded weak and hurt.

“Derek, I need you to talk to me. What do you see?” She asked as she quickly got out of bed to get dressed.

“I can’t… see anything…” he mumbled. She rushed as she heard his heartbeat getting weaker by the second.

She swallowed hard as she closed her eyes, letting a tear fall down her cheek. She was absolutely terrified for him. “Derek… I’m going to come and get you, okay? But I need to call Stiles to help me. Can you answer the phone if I call you back?”

“My phone… is going to die…”

“Fuck!” She whispered to herself. She put on her shoes as an idea crossed her mind. “After you hang up with me, turn off your phone and save the battery for about 10 minutes. That’ll be about the time it will take me to get to Stiles’ office at the police station. I’ll call you back but you have to answer, okay?”

“O… kay…” he mumbled weakly.

“Derek?” Her voice trembled. He hummed a small ‘yes’. “Please answer the phone." 

"I promise,” he said before he hung up and turned off his phone like he was told to do. 

Y/N grabbed her keys before rushing to her car. Her fingers trembled as she dialed Stiles’ number. For some strange reason a flashback flooded her mind to the first time she went to Stiles for help with Derek.

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honestly when the wealthy, who could live without getting another dollar, and never have their lifestyle change ….. want more money … there’s something wrong with their existence, and they must be stopped, because they are harming the rest of the world. 

it’s wrong to want endlessly, with no change from said gain, while others die at your feet. It’s wrong. There’s no other way to look at it. We must stop thinking this is ideologically okay, we must tell them no through any means necessary. I only hope we’re able to before it’s too late. 

anonymous asked:

Usually when you write a story you start with the plot idea, and then you proceed with the characters and the setting, right? Well, I did the exact opposite, and now I've got very defined characters and settings, and absolutely no idea about what am I supposed to do with them. Do you have any advice for me? <3 (P.S. English is not my first language, if anything is incorrect, I'm sorry ^^;) (P.P.S. I love your blog <3)

Hello, thank you for sending a message.

You don’t have to create a story by it’s plot. There’s no right or wrong in writing, no rules, just techniques (that might or might not work for you). Once, a friend of mine said: to write a novel, you create a set of characters, and you throw them in a fictional world to fend for themselves.

At first, I was a bit shocked.

But my friend explained: All characters, no exception, are just trying to fulfill their needs. Do you know the Maslow’s hierarchy of needs?

Characters must be somewhere in that pyramid, from wanting basic needs like food and shelter (The Walking Dead, for example) to needing success and personal growth (Eat Pray Love, for example). Take Romeo and Juliet for example, two teenagers estranged from their families. They need belongingness and love (third in the pyramid), so they bet their own lives to get that. This is the beauty of using the Maslow’s hierarchy as guidance… it makes plot so clear and obvious. 

My advice is: place your main character in the pyramid. 

Knowing what your main character needs, go on and create a plot on how they will fulfill that need, depending on how desperate they are to achieve it (the lower the need is, the more desperate characters must be). And that’s it.

By the way, don’t worry, English is not my first as well. :DD

Elected President Emmanuel Macron was rumoured to be gay and this is how he answered to the rumours

A person close to Macron told him: “A man I know said to me: Macron cannot be president because he is homosexual.”

And this is what Macron answered:
“There are two things wrong in that sentence. First of all, it’s misogynistic. Just because my wife is 24 years older than me, people assume that I must be gay or a gigolo. If I was the one who was 24 years older than my partner, no one would have said a thing. So this comment is misogynistic and moreover, it’s homophobic. If I were homosexual, I would have said it, because it’s not a problem, it would not keep me from being president.”

I voted for this guy for many reasons, but I think this just added one more to the list.

#FranceIsSafe

Imagine...Dean Using Bad Pick Up Lines

Originally posted by deanandcasstuff

Request: Congrats about your anniversary! Can I request a really fluffy dean x reader where they’ve been dating for awhile. Like maybe one night they go to a bar with Sam and dean uses all his bad pickup lines on his girlfriend.

Pairing: Dean x reader

A/N: I’m simultaneously proud and mortified at myself for this…


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Count Your Lucky Stars

So this is a short Langst idea that came to me in a dream. It is very loosely based on and inspired by this post. There’s going to be two alternative endings to go with it. Both up by Monday (hopefully). Anyways hope you enjoy :D


What. The. Hell. That’s all they could seem to think as they realized they left Lance behind. How could they be so stupid? The Blue Lion had returned with a cockpit full of prisoners, so why wasn’t her paladin flying her. When they questioned the prisoners to find out his location all it did was increase their worries. He was still stuck on the Galra ship. You know, the one they had already wormhole away from.

“Oh, this is bad. This is really, really bad,” Hunk said as he begun pacing the infirmary after they delivered the rescued prisoners to the healing pods.

“Calm down buddy. We’re all worried about Lance right now. He’ll be fine.” Shiro was trying to soothe Hunk, but his words weren’t even working on himself. He of all people knew the horrors of being a captive of the Galra. He could only hope they wouldn’t put Lance to fight in the rings, not that their interrogation methods were much better.

“Lance is a quick thinker; he’ll find a way to keep himself safe until we find him. We just need to have faith.” Coran’s words were a little more encouraging, but there was still a problem.

“Exactly how long will that be exactly? None of us are in the condition to go back and fight, and who’s to say they’ll even be in the same system or have him on the same ship when we’re finally ready. I’ve already lost one brother to the Galra, I’m not about to lose another,” Pidge declared.

“I say we go back whether we’re physically ready or not. Pidge is right if we don’t go back now who knows when we’ll find him again. Not only does staying here extends the time he’s with the Galra, but it also leaves us down one paladin and unable to form Voltron.“ Keith was so mad at himself right now. He shouldn’t have listened when Lance told him to go on without him. That idiot was always sacrificing himself for others. He should’ve told Lance no, and stay to fight with him. 

“Paladins I know you’re all worried, as am I. But we should consider the passengers we have on board. What if we go back and something goes wrong? We’ll be essentially handing them back over to the Galra after they just got a taste of freedom. Keith, I understand your point about Voltron, but like Pidge said, none of you are in the condition to fight right now. It’s better one Paladin than all five of you.”

Allura knew she must’ve sounded heartless now, but she felt she was making the right choice. As the leader, she must make the correct decisions, even if it’s not the popular one. The looks her crew was giving her proved that her choice was not the popular one indeed. Allura was only considering what was best for everyone that was here at the time. She wasn’t going to send them into another heavy battle injured and tired.

"You know princess, I understand what you’re saying, but when you were captured by the Galra a while back, Lance was ready to go get you, guns blazing. I guess I just supposed you’d do the same for him,” Hunk stated dejectedly. He turned to head out of the room, Pidge, and Keith on his heels. 

None of them wanted to play the waiting game right now, but it’s all they can do. She doesn’t take Hunk’s words too personally because she understands he’s coming from a place of hurt. She wants nothing more than to go in “guns blazing”, as Hunk called it, to go rescue Lance. But that would be thinking like a friend, not a leader and certainly not a princess. With Coran on their side, it should take too long for the castle and everyone on it to be battle ready once more. 

It took a week. And with every day that passed, the more tensed and worried everyone got. The prisoners the rescued were fully healed and sent back to their home planets or somewhere safer, and the castle was back at full operating power. Unfortunately, like most of them feared they had lost track of Lance. Pidge had her tech set to alert her to any transmissions that even slightly mentioned the blue paladin. Allura had sent word to their allies to keep an eye out, and the Blade of Marmora had their inside people looking out. They just have to play the waiting game a little longer.

Lance’s absence seemed to affect Hunk the most until eventually, he started spending time in Lance’s room. No one thought anything about it until one day he came to the common room crying. 

“Guys, what if we find Lance and he doesn’t want to come back? What if they took him to Prince Lotor and he chooses to stay with him?”

“Hunk what are you talking about? Why would Lance want to stay with the Galra of all people,” Keith asked.

They didn’t receive an answer. Hunk just motioned for them to follow him as he leads them to Lance’s room. It was cleaner than they expected, but they suppose Hunk may have had something to do with that. The bed was unmade as evidence that Hunk was more than likely sleeping in here too. He stopped right in front of Lance’s desks where there were some scraps of papers as well as two jars. One was labeled “The Good” and had about two handfuls of colorful stars. The other was labeled “The Bad” and was nearly overflowing with black stars.

Shiro remembered this tradition from his childhood, but it appeared that Lance had a different way of doing things. He doesn’t understand why this would make Hunk think Lance doesn’t want to come back. Shiro picked up a purple star from the good jar and started to unfold it. And that’s why we bring our sharpshooter. -S

He remembered that moment. Lance had made an incredible, almost impossible, shot, and Shiro felt so proud at that moment. Not thinking anything much of it, he picked a star from “the bad” jar and unfold it. You are the worst pilot ever! -K

It was then Shiro got an idea where this was heading. He kept opening more of the black star and some of the things on them shocked him.

I hope I don’t need to remind you that the only reason you’re here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out. Don’t follow in his footsteps. -I

Aw, Lance, you just ruined it. -H

He’d be Sendak’s prisoner right now, if not for Pidge. -A

Well, you wouldn’t have survived the explosion if Hunk and Coran hadn’t gotten a new Crystal. -P

I’m taking Keith with me. -S

Shiro realized that these were all things they said that hurt Lance in some way. It also suddenly came back that none of them had told Lance thank you for that time Sendak almost took the castle. He’s sure at some point Coran did, but no one else. Not for waking up and shooting Sendak’s arm off, or anything else he did for them for that matter. They were always just distracted by Lance’s boisterous personality, they never considered how they spoke to him. And the jar was so full, who knew what other things were said that affected him negatively.

At this point, the others began reading the unfolded stars and were probably reaching the same conclusion as Shiro did. Hunk’s concern made sense as he unwrapped the colorful stars and realized most of them were things Lotor said. He probably realized the Blue Paladin’s insecurities and used them to his advantage. When were the two even alone enough for these things to be said?

If Lance didn’t come back they’d have no one to blame but themselves. They pushed him away with their words. They basically handed Lance over to the Galra.


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After I finished why I drawn ayano ship with male rival

There are a lot of people asking me”Why you don’t draw taro” “koumi! Why do you hate Taro?”

You think about it, if ayano does not prevent the rivals confession to senpai , senpai will not conditionally accept every rivals,then think about if in reality…what a wrong with guy!!?Of course I know this is the necessary setting for the game,the game must have the reason for “game over”

After the Budo changed his character background and after I watched Epic Rap Battles of Akademi - Budo vs Taro,I try to stand on Taro x Ayano,then I went to see the other artists Taro x Ayano fan art…I think they really need some love,you know what I mean

so answer is I like taro, for now.People are easy to change,A few months ago I said I like budo…maybe a few months I’m not in this game anymore,who knows

just take easy,ok?

a letter to libra

to drift into everyone else’s world must be confusing right? because what one is your own? i can’t even begin to know. your mind is an incredible multi
layered lens and forms such an aromatic tapestry, it’s like daisies grow from the
deepest parts of your veins and you make your world beautiful
but i know how you watch yourself, and fear you said the wrong thing
you should know that not everybody’s sadness or disappointments should be felt by you.
and you did not cause them all. no. you hardly ever cause any of them. i know you have so much love to give, and a being that feels empty when it is not
pouring itself out completely. but try not to lose yourself, there is a sparkle of pure delight shining like a venus pearl in there

cherry

Actor!AU Headcanons

I mentioned in the tags of this post that I had an actor!AU for ffxv… and I wish to share my headcanons with you.

  • Ardyn is nothing like the character he portrays. He’s a really good actor, the rest of the cast really likes him because he’s actually a really cool guy when he’s not The Accursed.
  • @oceanicchimera yes, King!Noctis and Ardyn do dance sometimes off-set. But it’s more along the lines of the dance competition from Guardians of the Galaxy because they’re both dorks who can’t dance.
  • Ravus is the one who messes up his lines the most, with Noctis at a close second. 
  • See, Ravus is also nothing like the character he portrays. Ravus is really chill. Ravus really hates wearing that singular colored contact. Makes his eye itch.
  • Ravus and Luna are still related, but they’re cousins instead of brother and sister. (Gladio and Iris are still bro and sis)
  • Ignis is the biggest prankster on set. As in, Prompto walked into his trailer at one point and it was just completely filled with balloons. There must have been a hundred of them. He’s very exasperated.
  • Gladio’s tattoo is just stage makeup, but after the movie he considers getting the tattoo for real. It’s badass.
  • Ignis: “What do you mean I go blind offscreen?”
  • King!Noct always trips over something because the shoes on his outfit have no traction whatsoever.
  • Everyone on set jokingly calls the movie “Bachelor Party Gone Wrong”
  • The cup noodle thing with Gladio was a complete accident. There was a scene where he was asked what his favorite food is, and instead of saying something along the lines of “a hearty steak, medium well,” he forgot and said “a hearty bowl of cup noodles, boiled to perfection, with the absolute best ingredients” and everyone else stayed in character for the scene. It was so hilarious that the producers decided to leave it in. Edits to the script were made. 
  • ^^The stage direction “angrily eat cup noodles” was created from this. 
  • Noctis had a lot of trouble during the Leviathan fight because something was always wrong with the robotic rig and it would randomly lock up and stop. There’s one take in particular that’s going very well until Noctis abruptly gets out of shot. The camera moves back to him hanging there, slowly zooming in on the betrayed look on his face.
  • Whenever Prompto messes up his lines, he either continues in whatever tone he was carrying while saying increasingly hilarious things or slaps a hand to his forehead and lets out a very soft scream (anguished noise)
  • Ignis, right before Noctis comes on set for the reunion scene: “Ten years ago I lost my dear friend Noctis” / “Quit telling everyone I’m dead!” / “Sometimes I can still hear his voice.”
  • Gladio was swinging his sword for a fight scene, but he swung it too hard and it literally just snapped in half. He stopped for a second, then turned and looked directly at the camera, mouthing the words “I’m so sorry”
  • Prompto goes “pew pew” and “bang bang” whenever he shoots his gun (like Harrison Ford and Han Solo)
  • Regis reads the script and he’s like, “Oh… I die… what…. what a surprise………” (Regis is like the Sean Bean of our world, his character always dies)
  • The bros are exactly like their real-life VAs on social media. They answer all kinds of questions and it’s great.
  • Ravus has a tumblr account, but there’s only one post, and it’s this one. There are no tags. The title of the blog is, simply, “Sycophancy.” (He was very amused with Ardyn’s line.) There’s no description. His url is akin to those of the bots that wander the site. He follows several blogs, but does not interact with any posts. No likes, no reblogs. He’s the fandom phantom.
  • Ardyn is like the Sebastian Stan in the social media. He provides the fandom with his own sad headcanons about his character like Seb does with Bucky. (Except Ardyn is very avid on the fact that he is the villain)
  • Sometimes the cast will get together post-movie premiere and do dramatic readings of fanfiction they found
No Strings (V)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Excessive drinking 

Word Count: 4,040

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by jiyoongis

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let’s not worry too much about Mark

Don’t get me wrong, I worry about Mark as much as the next NCT stan, but honestly, thinking about it clearly, I don’t think it’s right to tell SM to make Mark rest. I know, it sounds really twisted, but Mark is happy. Mark is happy. He’s happy doing what he’s doing, as he’s said countless times before. He’s grateful for having these opportunities, and he’s living his dream.

Of course, it must get tiring every once in awhile, but Mark is happy, and tbh I think that’s all that matters.

As his fan, of course I worry about his health. Of course I worry that one day he might faint during a performance. Of course I worry that one day, it might all become too much for him.

But isn’t it all worth it if, at the end of the day, he’s in bed resting, happy and content, and awake and well with a smile on his face to greet us all, his beloved fans, the next day?

Mark isn’t doing this only for us–he’s doing this for himself, too. What he’s doing is, I say this once again, making him happy, and a happy Mark is the best Mark there is.

I don’t want him to feel discouraged from the fans worrying about him too much and telling SM to let him rest. He might end up feeling burdened with the worry, and knowing Mark, it’s very possible that he might end up feeling this way.

These are his own words that he said at an interview, when asked the question, ‘don’t you feel tired?’

‘The truth is, I’m very thankful to get to do all of these roles, that’s why I don’t feel any physical pain and I believe that I’m learning a lot. Also, I love this work and I’m enjoying it. That’s why I wish you don’t worry about me–there’s no reason to worry.’

I’m not trying to invalidate your feelings of worry towards him, as I do too, but I think as his fans we should stay positive and support him. I think we should cheer him on and encourage him so that he can stay as happy as he is now doing what he’s dreamed of for so long.

So please, let’s work hard together as a fandom to cheer him on from the sidelines and wish the best for our absolutely fully capable Mark lee <3

emma-blackthron  asked:

Why would Malcolm take Jem and Tessa's word when they weren't even born when Annabelle is "taken from him"? Blaming Magnus makes more sense, since Magnus was alive and most likely knew if Malcolm and Annabelle. Also, how does Jem not know Annabelle isn't an Iron Sister? Or is becoming a Iron Sister like becoming a Silent Brother where they choose another name? Like how Jem is/was Brother Zachariah.

Hi,

I was initially very confused by this question because of course Malcolm didn’t hear about Annabel becoming an Iron Sister from Jem or Tessa – as you say, they weren’t alive then. So I went through Lady Midnigh and I think you are referring to these passages in Lady Midnight, though Jem isn’t mentioned:

Lies?” Malcolm’s voice rose. “You want to talk about lies? They lied to me about Annabel. They said she had become an Iron Sister. All of them told me the same lie: Magnus, Catarina, Tessa. It was from a faerie I found out that they had lied. From a faerie I learned what had really happened to Annabel. By then she was long dead. The Blackthorns, murdering their own!”

“They told me she’d become an Iron Sister. All of them lied to me—Magnus, Catarina, Ragnor, Tessa—corrupted by Shadowhunters, drawn in by their lies! And I, oblivious, grieving  for her, until finally I found out the truth—”

And then here, Jem talks to Emma about Malcolm:

Jem turned back toward her, the light of sympathy in his dark eyes. “We heard everything from Magnus. He told us that you were the one who killed Malcolm,” he said. “That must have been hard. You knew him. It’s not like killing demons.”
“I knew him,” Emma said. “At least, I thought I did.”
“We knew him too. Tessa was heartbroken to hear that Malcolm believed that we all lied to him. Concealed from him that Annabel was not an Iron Sister, but was dead, murdered by her family. We believed the story, but he died thinking we all knew the truth. What a betrayal that must have felt like.”
“It’s strange to think he was your friend. Though I guess he was our friend too.”
“People are more than one thing. Warlocks, no less. I would not even hesitate to say that Malcolm once did much good, before he did evil. It is one of the great lessons of growing up, learning that people can do both.”

My guess, and I apologize if I’m wrong, is that you’re expanding Malcolm’s statements to mean: “They lied to me about Annabel. They said she had become an Iron Sister. All of them told me the same lie: Magnus, Catarina, Tessa. They were the first people to tell me what happened to Annabel. They are all very responsible and very involved in what happened with Annabel and with me.”

None of that is true, though. 

It isn’t like Malcolm’s warlock friends were the ones who broke the news to him that Annabel joined the Iron Sisters. They didn’t. You’ll find out more about what happened with Annabel, the Clave, the Iron Sisters, and Malcolm in LOS but Malcolm was told the lie about Annabel joining the Iron Sisters by the Clave and Annabel’s family (and even though he didn’t like them, he wouldn’t have thought the truth was that they’d murdered her instead. That is extreme and not the sort of thing anyone would assume.) 

Everyone but a very few people in the government and Annabel’s family believed she had joined the Iron Sisters and they had good reasons to believe it. But Malcolm thinks his friends should have known better than to repeat the lie (that they didn’t know was a lie.) Malcolm felt betrayed by Tessa, Magnus, Catarina, and Ragnor specifically because he thinks they might have had inside information, since all of them are warlocks who have been known to associate closely with Shadowhunters, and Tessa was even married to one.

Malcolm is being unreasonable. He is like someone who found out his wife is cheating and so gets rid of all of his friends because “"they probably knew about it” even though they didn’t. But then Malcolm is also willing to punish the Blackthorns of 200 years ago by killing the Blackthorns of today so we should not look to him for logic, just rage and betrayal.

Iron Sisters do take on other names, just like Silent Brothers do. That is why they have similar sounding names, and why none of them is introduced with a last name. They are extremely secretive; there’s no reason to believe that Jem would know who any of them had been before they renounced their old lives. Diana actively sought out that information, but there’s no reason Jem or anyone else would have done so: why would they be checking up on Malcolm’s ex-girlfriend? There was no reason to do that when he thought she had voluntarily become an Iron Sister and by the time found out she hadn’t, he didn’t need them to check on it, and didn’t tell them anyway.

Malcolm probably does blame Magnus but that is because Malcolm blames everyone friendly with Shadowhunters, not because Malcolm has any logical reason to blame any of these people, half of whom weren’t born when Annabel was killed. Just because Malcolm is angry that Tessa and the others believed the official story (which he told them!) that Annabel had become an Iron Sister rather than magically figuring out it hadn’t happened that way doesn’t mean they were responsible for the lie in the first place. They have next to nothing to do with the whole business. They just happen to be who Malcolm and Diana are discussing in this one scene.

Friends Part 5

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1555

Warnings: Talk about death (Pietro’s), fluffly, sadness and a make out session that your mother woudnt be happy about.

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

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Instead of going outside to cheek the noise, you go upstairs to Wanda’s room have never been particularly good in at dealing with conflicts, and whatever was happening between Dan and Bucky downstairs was a conflict.

‘What are you doing here?” You ask Wanda when you see that she is in her room instead of downstairs enjoying her party “I could ask you the same thing, this is my room after all.” You close the door, sitting by her side on the floor “Yes it is, but I asked you first.”

“I miss Pietro, this party is everything he would ever want but he is not here to enjoy. Now you, why are hiding?” She says taking a deep breath as she leans on your shoulder “Why did you invite Dan?” You ask her instead of answering her question, you are not angry at her you just want to know why she was meddling into this.

“You are not gonna like the answer but we have been friends for two years and I never felt that you liked anyone of your past dates ,it has always been Bucky on your mind. But the day you came back from your date with Dan, I could see that you liked the guy and you need to give this relationship with Dan a chance… a real one.”

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What’s in your bag: Lily Evans

Lily: I always have a book 

Lily: okay, so there might be more than one book in here… 

Lily: Emergency coffee for Marlene… she’s scary when she’s coffee-less, no one needs that. 

Lily: Emergency chocolate for Remus just incase he is upset, or angry, or sick, or James stole it… again. 

Lily: whats thi- oh, this was definitely not drawn in our Patronus lesson… 

James: Liar! admit it Evans, you like me *grins* 

Lily: Don’t flatter yourself, Potter. 

Lily: Merlin, not again /at least he’s persistent/

Lily: A necklace James gave me for my birthday… which i will obviously be returning to him. 

Lily: A ball point pen because quite frankly I won’t be using a quill just because Dumbledore has an aesthetic. 

Lily: Amortentia from the potions class today, Slughorn said it was perfect! it smells like… 

Lily: potters-… /No, Nope, absolutely not./

Lily: I think i must have done it wrong… 


((OOC: tagged by @kapitan5o 😘 tagging anyone who wants to get in on this! tag me if you do so i can see your creations <3)) 

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A/N: So after watching Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 last night I woke up this morning with my muse telling me I needed to write some Yondad Yondu and teenage Peter Quill fluff because I’m in desperate need for it. Yondu may be rough around the edges but he cares so much for Peter and does his best to make him happy.

Word Count: 920

Warnings: None.

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A grimace pulled on Yondu’s mouth as he stomped down the hall towards Peter’s room. Ever since the boy hit puberty it seemed like a switch turned on in his brain that made him go out of his way to disobey Yondu at every turn. When he asked Peter to turn his music down he just turned it up louder. When he asked Peter to clean up around the ship he’d make an even bigger mess. And when he asked Peter to get his ass into gear bright and early so they could get to work, Yondu was stuck going to Peter’s bunk and yanking him out of bed and dragging him along. He was sick of it.

He didn’t bother knocking on Peter’s door and instead whipped it open until it slammed against the wall. He could almost feel a blood vessel in his head burst as he looked at Peter, curled up in bed with the blankets over his head. Without a word Yondu swiftly flipped the sheets back to look at Peter, who was facing away from him.

“Boy have ya lost yer damn mind!?” Yondu yelled, gesturing wildly. “I’m tired of yer petty little mind games here! If ya don’t git yer ass up I’m gonna eat ya like I shoulda done years ago!”

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