i never said i was a good writer

You told me that we were best friends. Were we?

You promised me that we would tell each other everything. But I was the only one that held up their end of the deal, wasn’t I?

You said that you’d always be there for me. Where are you now?

You smiled when you put the knife in my back. Why did you do it?

I was such a good friend to you. How come you couldn’t do the same?

—  what happened?
an incomplete list of lines in aftg that will always fuck me up

“Did you know I’ve never been skiing?”

“I told her what would happen if she raised her hand again. She had no right to look so surprised.”

“His father. Your coach.”

“Who said ‘please’ that made you hate the word so much?” “I did.” / “I was seven,” Andrew said. “I believed him.”

“If it means losing you, then no.”

“Go on, tell me again how I’m too unbalanced to understand normal brotherly affection and love. Tell me this is natural.”

“Good,” Neil said quietly. “So now you understand why Andrew killed your mother.”

“Do you honestly think that if I wanted to kill someone, whether it was myself or someone else, that I would fail so spectacularly at it so many times?”

“Neil,” Wymack said, “between you and me, I don’t think you’ve ever been fine.”

“I’m tired of being nothing.”

“Would it kill you to let something in?” “It almost did last time.”

“Neil? Are you all right?” Neil smiled. It felt like it tore his face open. “No. No, I’m not.”

“Thank you,” he finally said. He couldn’t say he meant thanks for all of it: the keys, the trust, the honesty, and the kisses. Hopefully Andrew would figure it out eventually. “You were amazing.”

“Everything I needed, you already gave me. You let me stay.”

“You are a Fox,” Andrew said, like it was that simple, and maybe it was.

“Wait, he chose Neil over you? That sounds a little serious for a fling, don’t you–” Nicky glanced at Neil’s blank face and faltered. “News to you too, huh?”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t blow you.”

“I won’t be like them. I won’t let you let me be.”

“Stay,” Andrew said, and leaned down to kiss him.

This was everything he wanted, everything he needed, and Neil was never letting go.

Alright, let’s try this again:

to all the people saying this (a) isn’t Shiro and (b) it’s Matt, let’s break down what we have here:

  • this guy is a buff dorito
  • he looks tall
  • the shoulders? the arms? the thighs? that’s a Shirogane body type
  • Matt Holt is a noodle. a short noodle
  • evidence:

“but maybe he’s been working o–” N O P E still a short noodle:

  • now, what Buff Spaceman is wearing is a very Garrison-looking outift
  • @radioactivesupersonic has a good breakdown {here} about Buff Spaceman’s whole get-up
  • but the gist is: the colour scheme and overall aesthetic matches what we’ve seen Garrison personnel wear
  • the orange highlights? the backpack thing? GARRISON AESTHETIC
  • now, i said i think Buff Spaceman is a Shirogane
  • i never said i think he’s Takashi Shirogane
  • in Old Voltron, Shiro/Sven had a brother named Ryou who replaced him after he was *ahem* “sent to the hospital”
  • since the writers keep saying they like to pay tribute to Old Voltron, Shiro’s disappearance would be a great time to introduce the character who replaced him in Old Voltron when he died
  • we know nothing about Shiro’s family, after all
  • we do know the writers said something along the lines that “a potential pilot for the Black Lion may not come from the team itself” {link here}
  • if Shiro has a brother left back on Earth, i would expect that brother to come looking for him
  • especially if he was also in the Garrison
  • the Garrison that now has a Galra escape pod and half a Galra drone (again, see Clockie’s post {here})
  • imagine for a second that the Garrison decided to send a rescue mission after Shiro and the other Paladins
  • Shiro’s brother would most likely insist on being a part of that rescue mission

Conclusion: Buff Spaceman is Ryou Shirogane come to look for his brother

I know we should never trust showrunners and that Emily Andras said some things she shouldn’t have but what happened on twitter last night was beyond ridiculous. People from another fandom, the fandom who stans the homophobic cast who sings stupid songs at the biggest comic con, made her feel so bad that she is using her twitter in private.

All that she wanted was to make silly gossip with us, HER FANDOM, and a lot of troll came to her and said she was a bad writer and wynonna earp is not a good show. 

Like i said, i’m not a fan of trusting a showrunner but i have respect for Emily. She is doing a good job with WE and i dont recall any other show on television right now being that good w representation. And i’m not talking only about wayhaught here.

I am talking about the show who has Dolls, a black men that is also a deputy marshall and a sweetheart.

I am talking about Jeremy, the gay guy on the show who is not white or athletic 

I am talking about Rosita, the latina who has 3 PHD’s

I am talking about Waverly, one of the best bi reps we had in a while. 

I am talking about Doc, the white guy on the show who is not problematic at all and learned his place in the life of the protagonist 

I am talking about Nicole, the lesbian who will not die cuz she is smart enough to walk around with bulletproof vest

And of course, i am talking about Wynonna Earp herself, our leading lady, the woman who doesn’t take shit from everyone, spend half of her life running from her demons and is now growing up and learning she can have a family of her own despise those demons. The woman who kicked everyone’s ass while pregnant, a thing we didnt have on TV since Xena. I am talking about a polyamorous protagonist who drinks and swears a lot and everyone fucking knows that if wynonna was a men people out there would be saying that the show should be winning emmy’s. 

So yeah, you can hate Emily Andras bc of a bad mistake she made or bc you don’t trust showrunners and writers, but don’t stan bad shows who ruined protagonists and come to my house 2 say wynonna earp is not good. Nobody is asking you to watch WE, but everybody is asking you to stay on your own lane and respect the cast and crew who are very found of our show and very hard-working.

And to everyone who will play the ‘they only use melanie was pregnant as an excuse’’ card my most sincerely fuck you. She didn’t had to do anything, she could choose to hide her pregnancy, S2 could have been post-poned but she did it. syfy did it too. And it was beautiful. 

I’m at the point where I would literally throw every other otp I have to the hypothetical sacrificial altar and let the gods of bad writing and ship sinking have them all if it means I get a well-written bughead arc from beginning to end. I have spent my entire life having to content myself with less-than-perfect writing and making excuses for said terrible writing because I thought that was as good as I was ever going to get. Until bughead. This ship is everything I’ve always wanted but never had and y'all have no idea how much I hope they stay that way: healthy, open, mutually supportive, loving, and respectful. Let me have this one, writers. After a lifetime of shitty ships, I deserve this much. I deserve this one little ship.

What are you saying?”
“This is me and this is what I do: I shut people out whenever I feel like I already gained control to break the person I love,” she said aloud. For the first time, she made those words passed off of her mouth without choking.
“You’re afraid that you might break me?” he asked her.
She was silent for a while. She is scared that she might break him. It’s like he’s a fragile glass that needs to be taken care of, as carefully as possible. She is not stable, her thinking, the rapid beating of her heart, the high speed of her lungs expanding for air.
“Yes, I am. I was doing this because I am protecting you. Can’t you see? I’m saving you from the upcoming tragedy that is already waving on you. I am keeping you safe from any pain you’re going to experience from loving me. So please, just let me do this. Let me keep you away from me because that is the best thing I can do now,” she told him as her tears stubbornly makes its way to her cheeks, then to her jaw, falling down to the floor.
“How is that you’re afraid of breaking me when I know well that I’m the death of you? And please, there is no safer place for me than your arms,” he said while trying to stop her tears.
“No, you don’t understand—“
“I do understand. You love me so much you’re afraid of hurting me. But isn’t that absurd? Pain is love’s twin and when I chose you, I already prepared myself, braced myself even that this is going to be an extraordinary journey for me and my love, you are such a wanderer. We both are.
—  s.a., fights make good epiphanies

Highlights from the Lana Parrilla and Sean Maguire panel at Storytelling Con, Barcelona, April 22, 2017

  • Lana came in first…..
  • Did she prank someone on set:  “Well I stole Rebecca’s dog.  She was not happy about that.  But she stole my chocolates so I thought it was fair to steal her puppy.  It was my Wicked Witch moment.  I stole her Toto.”
  • Which Meryl Streep movie would you like to have been in:  Mama Mia, the Deer Hunter, the Devil Wear’s Prada.  
  • FMK:  F Emma, M Zelena, K Rumple.  “I would sleep with myself, I’d marry the Evil Queen, and I’d kill my mother.  Nooooo.  That doesn’t make anyone happy.”
  • Favorite con activities:  “I love the meet and greets because they’re really intimate and you get to learn a little bit more about my people.  Those are my favorite moment.  Also just hearing people’s stories.  These are fun.  I like the panels because I like the energy.  And it’s just fun because I get to see everyone and hear everyone, feel your energy and hear your voices and your shouting, your cheering, it’s electrifying.”
  • What was it like meeting Johnny Depp:  She was seven all over again, and she had a crush on Johnny Depp during 21 Jump Street.  She was starstruck and fangirled and looked stupid in that picture.
  • What has she learned from Regina or the Evil Queen:  “I’ve learned a lot of lessons.  And a lot of similar lessons that a lot of you have learned from these characters because they are very inspiring women.  One a little bit more than the other.  But even the Evil Queen I’ve learned lessons from her in what not to do.  And with Regina just always striving to be the best me I could be for myself and others.  That’s probably the biggest lesson.  Sounds cheesy but it’s not.”
  • What is it like to live with four boys:  Fun, loud, energetic, with a lot going on.
  • Best advise to give to your fans:  “Be kind to one another.  No more segregation, no more separation, no more hate, no more bullshit, I mean there is a lot of that happening in the world.  Why would you want to be part of that?  So especially in social media I see all the negative banters back and forth and it’s just… I just recommend if you get the impulse to want to say something really shitty to someone … go do something else.”
  • Sean Maguire joined at this point….
  • What is your favorite one liner:  “I love fillet the bitch.  I just think it’s so fun to say.”
  • They took a picture with an OQ banner presented to them by fans.
  • What would they as their characters use to describe the other…
    • Lana:  “Chivalrous, Smells like Forest, Handsome, Father, Loving…”
    • Sean:  “Dynamic, Stunning, Courageous, Beautiful, Powerful.”
  • What do you think the EQ and Robin are up to in the wish realm?  “I know what they’re up to but we can’t say. […] I think they’re having a really good time.”
  • Question about how Robin and Regina never said I love you on the show:  They both seem surprised that they did not.  
    • Sean:  “Well if that’s the case it’s an oversight on our part or the writers part or they’re really holding out to do that line.  He’s already dead and you are still holding out?”
    • Lana:  “I feel like they had to have said it…”
    • Sean:  “I think you’re right… […] it’s because Robin and Regina are really shy…  But did you get the sense that we both felt that?  [Audience affirmative]  Well then we did our job.”
    • Lana:  “I’m here to tell you all that Regina and Robin Hood loved each other.”
    • Sean:  “We certainly did.”
  • Lana declines to sing again… which … she does a lot at cons.
  • First impressions:  
    • Sean:  “Lana was the one on my first day, Lana was one of the first actors on the show to say hi to me and welcome me to the show.  So I was really … it’s like the first day at school and when someone who has been there a while welcomes you it makes you feel really relaxed.  So I was very, I loved her straight off the bat, I was like ‘oh she’s nice.  We’ll get along well.’ not knowing we’d end up working together.
    • Lana:  “I saw Sean before he saw me and I felt a warmth and a kindness and a sensitive sweet soul and you can see it.  And I thought that’s my Robin Hood.  So I went and introduced myself.  And I knew we’d get along.  And Sean knows this I’ve told him this a million times he’s been like an angel for me on the show and I love him so much.  And I couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful, beautiful, love interest, co-star, friend, we really enjoy working with each other and I was so glad he came back this season.  Honestly when Sean’s not there it’s weird.  He brings so much light and laughter, he is, he makes everyone, the crew smile, everyone laugh, he’s missed.”
  • Does Regina think Emma is too good for Hook:
    • Lana:  “Ahhh I mean I feel like Regina … I feel like I’m going to say yes for them but honestly I think that Hook has come a long way …”
    • [At this point the audience starts making noise…]
    • Lana:  “Shhhhh do you want to answer the question or do you want me to answer the question?  You may not like my answers but that’s okay, it’s still my answer.”
    • [Moderator/Translator:  “Drop the mic.”]  
    • Lana:  “So I think that Hook has come a long way.  I don’t think that Regina necessarily likes him very much.  She tolerates him.  And she supports her friend.  All the Swan Queens are going …”
    • [Moderator/Translator goes ‘Swan Queens chill’]
    • Lana:  “I have to look at the story as it’s written so I’m answering the question as the character and what is written.  And I don’t think she really cares for Hook.  She’s always sarcastic, she’s always belittling him, she puts up with him, and if he makes Emma happy she’s happy.  Now I’ve lost all those fans…”
    • [Moderator/Translator :  “No you haven’t.”]
    • Lana:  “I’m just kidding.  I know I haven’t.”
  • Future projects:  
    • Lana:  “Well we don’t know if there is a season seven.  So we don’t know what is going to happen but we’ll see.  In the meantime there is a lot to catch up on in life.  We’ve been working on Once for six years so … it’s important to take time for yourself and to try and try to reconnect and try to get some things done on a personal level.  Who knows what lies ahead.”
    • Sean:  “The show finishes filming around April … and those going back go back in July and Lana and I and a lot of the cast in that time travel around the world.  We go to Brazil we go to Paris which we love and we’ve had an amazing time meeting all the wonderful fans.  But it sometimes doesn’t leave us a lot of time to do the personal things that we want to do…”
    • Lana:  “No rest for the wicked.  But we’ll see.  I hope you follow us no matter where we go.”
  • Best day of your life:
    • Lana:  Being born.  
    • Sean:  When his son was born.  Lana and Ginny told the assistant director to send him home when he showed up to work the day after his son was born.

anonymous asked:

so I've read a shit ton of character analysis of atla especially the fire nation royal family. Azula is an all time personal fav but iroh I've gotten conflicting analysis some say that he was initially "bad" and then after he lost his son became good but I always saw him as being inherently a good natured guy sure with layers and sure but i can't see him as evil? And I've read that the writers had plans to talk about irohs backstory but they never got a chance so I was wondering what You think

Iroh is the epitome of ‘No one is inherently good or inherently evil.’ Iroh also represents the struggle of war, colonization, and progress. This struggle is easily summed up as said on The Handmaid’s Tale, “We were trying to make the world better for everyone, but that always means it will be worse for someone.” 

Below is purely speculation, but I think it aligns with the dilemmas above:

  • We know from Ozai’s jealousy that Iroh was a prodigy, the favored son in Azulon’s eye. 
  • He was a masterful war leader, a great bender, and all in all, the perfect heir. 
  • I believe, prior to Lu Ten’s death, Iroh acted largely out of what he believed his duty to be. He was the Crown Prince. He had a duty to honor his family and his country with victories and talent.
  • You can glean this from the fact that he was the long-suffering advisor to Zuko, likely out of duty to his own son, and duty to his family. 
  • I believe that Iroh fought in the war and battled so long and hard at Ba Sing Se because he believed that was his duty to his nation and to his people. He believed their cause to be just, or, as I said above, “making the world better for everyone.” 
  • This was dramatically altered, however, by his experience in Ba Sing Se. He was faced with what the Fire Nation had done to the world. He could see how and why the people feared them. 
  • It did not hit home until Lu Ten was killed. 
  • I believe, at that point, Iroh was forced to reconcile his duty to his nation with his duty to his family, and having failed to protect his son, he could not.
  • Iroh forsake his duty to his country. At least, his duty to be a praised military leader. (In a sense, his service to Zuko was the greatest service he could’ve done his country. See below:)
  • In its place, Iroh picked up his duty to his family, seeking to raise Zuko in a way that would bestow balance and honor upon the Fire Nation, once again.  

Iroh was never inherently evil, nor was he inherently good. Instead, Iroh’s motivations were driven by what he saw as his duty. In his younger years, this duty was to the Fire Nation, to the honor of his family. In his later years, when tempered by Lu Ten’s death, his duty became to the world, which he fulfilled through Zuko’s proper rearing, his service to the White Lotus, and his kind spirit that saw no divisions between the elemental nations. 

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Originally posted by winsync

Request: Hi! First off, I love your writing. Your page is one of my favorites :D I was wondering if you could do a Dean x reader one shot where the reader is a hunter and used to date Dean, but hasn’t seen him in years. One night, she shows up at the bunker, injured and Dean takes care of her :) Can you add some angst and fluff in there too? Thank you and again, love your writing! As a writer, I admire your work <3

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, injury, death

A/N: File this under things that went off the rails fast…

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Pairing: Mike Faist x FilmMajor!Reader

Warning: curse words (bc when do i not use swear words in fics), character gets anxious

Request: “FilmMajor! Reader with mike Faist would END my existence Y e S”

Word Count: 1912

Note: i said like three days ago that the next mike faist request i get, ill write it in newsies-mike era bc i just miss that :-) although im not really proud of this? idrk i might delete this or at least edit it again. feel free to message me and tell me what ya think !


Mike let out a hiss as he stretched his arm, quickly reaching up with his other arm in order to soothe the sore bicep. He cursed at himself for not doing the extra warm routine before doing the cartwheels and flips during rehearsals. 

Right now, he was just looking forward for two things. Those two being a warm shower and you. He preferred having both at the same time but he knew you were in the middle of editing so he buried the idea at the back of his head, just until both of your schedules lighten up.

He shared a small apartment with you, a film major attending in NYU. The two of you have spent three years in your little space, more than glad that the two of you had the chance to live in a district renowned for its support with arts and theatre.

Mike began walking back to your apartment, already thinking of which movie the two of you were bound to watch.

Being with a film major like yourself, most of your afternoons and evenings consisted of watching movies while eating healthy snacks for the sake of Mike’s current job. These moments usually end up with you rambling about the cinematography of the film, its interpretation and impact to the audience, and even picking out some aspects that you would have changed.

Mike finally reached the door of your place, unlocking the door before removing his shoes and leaving his bag by the door. He plops down on the couch where he has left you this morning.

You still haven’t changed your clothes. You were still wearing his hoodie and a pair of shorts. Your glasses were slightly crooked, probably from rubbing your eyes too much he guessed. The pieces of your hair which fell from your bun framed your delicate face. Your eyes were still trained on your computer screen, the expression on your face was something he couldn’t read.

He scoots closer to you, placing his palm on the back of your neck. He slowly rubbed your shoulders, feeling how stiff there are. 

“You’ve been sitting here for so long, babe.” He muttered as he started to knead the muscle. He felt you jolt from slight discomfort before melting back into his palm.

Your haven’t faced him once since he has arrived and Mike grew a bit weary. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He whispered, his eyes scanning your face as he searched for any hints of discomfort.

“We’re done.” You whispered back, not turning your head even one. He felt his chest tighten, a shock running down his spine. He was hoping he heard wrong.

“What?” Mike panics. His mind instantly ran through all his actions for the past few days, mentally listing down anything that could possibly caused you to want to end things with him.

“We’re done.” You repeated. You couldn’t even process your own words. All you knew was that you were done. His hands immediately grasped yours, placing kisses onto your knuckles as he cradled them to his chest

“Y/N, what? I though we were happy. Why do you want to-”

“Our film is finally finished.” You whispered with a shaky breath as your were flooded with emotions, squeezing his hand. Mike suddenly stops and drops your hands to his lap, blinking twice before realizing that you were talking about your class’s final project.

He let out a sigh, leaning back into the couch. “You scared the shit out of me, Y/N!” He exclaimed, rubbing his eyes to remove the tears that were about to form. The sudden rise in volume made you turn your head to face him.

“Why?” You chuckled, still confused. “Why did that scare you? All I said was-” Your face fell as you realized how polysemantic your statement was.

You immediately jumped on top of him, wrapping your arms around him. “No, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! I was talking about the project we’ve been-”

Mike wrapped his own arms around yours. “Don’t worry about it, babe. I should have known you were talking about your film.” He said while chuckling. You felt the vibrations of his laughter against your own.

You only tightened your arms around him. “I’m really sorry for scaring you.” You apologized again. Mike kissed your forehead sweetly before peeling you away from his body so he can face you.

“Stop apologizing,” He started, moving one of his hands from your waist to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear and fixing your glasses. “And show me your class’s new film!” He continued, smiling at you from ear to ear.

He swore he could fall in love with you again and again. Your eyes twinkled with passion when he brought up the film. “Let’s watch it later! Once it’s finished rendering.” You leaned back forward, giving him a kiss on the lips before the scent of sweat hit your nose.

Your nose crinkled at the smell as you pulled back. “And after you shower. You stink.” You say, which earned you a poke on your side.

“I was about to before you gave me that scare!” He laughed, lifting you from his lap and placed you gently on the couch. He hovered you for a couple of second, giving you a chaste kiss. You could still taste the orange juice that he drank this morning from his lips.

He pulled away, not after pecking your lips one last time, to go to the bathroom. You slapped his butt as he walked away. “Don’t take too long!” You yelled out to him, giggling as he wiggled his butt out to you when he walked away.

After half an hour, the film finished exporting and you already have it opened in your laptop. Mike sat beside you with an arm around your shoulders. He reached for the spacebar so he could play it but you caught his wrist.

He looked at you, confused. “What’s wrong?”

“Just know that this isn’t the final final editing.”

“Babe, it’s going to be fine-”

“Like I know I’m the one in charge of the final editing but yeah. If you see any mistakes or a glitch, just tell me and I’ll-”

He quickly placed his finger against your lips. “Nonetheless, your film will be amazing.” He reassured you. You leaned back into his chest, finger hovering over the space button.

“You don’t even know what it’s about.” You muttered under your breath.

“Sure, I do!” You raised your eyebrow at him. He just nodded. “I’m not kidding. I know it’s about an orphan schizophrenic women who fell in love with a writer and she finds out that her parents were killed by him,” 

You looked up at him with awe. “Wow, I didn’t realize-”

“Shut up, I’m not done.” He interrupted you. A smile crept up your face as you nodded for him to continue telling the plot of the film.

“Then it turns out her parents were alive! Her, being an orphan and falling love with a writer, it was all part of the illusion.” He finished.


“See? I listen to you when you rambled about it.” He said, proud of himself to be able to memorize the plot.

“Alright, hot shot. What happens in the ending?” You asked him cockily, knowing that he wouldn’t know the answer.

He just stared at you with a pout. “Y/N, you know you never told me that.”

“I know, I just wanted to annoy the shit out of you.” You stated rather boldly, turning to face the screen.

“But good news is, you get to find out now!” You pressed the spacebar, the all too familiar opening credits appearing.

You nestled further into Mike, resting your head on his shoulder as he let his head fall on top of yours. He held your hand, rubbing circles at the back of it.

He gave you a kiss on the cheek. “This will be amazing, I know it.”

The closing credits of the film rolled down and your eyes were welling up with tears. You were extremely proud of what you’ve done and how the entire film turned out to be. 

The two of you sat in silence. You were a bit nervous to look up at Mike. While you are indeed proud of your work, you weren’t in the mood for a negative reaction right now. And that was what you were scared off.

It’s been a couple of minutes now and he was still silent.

You let out a slightly disappointed sigh. “Mike, you can tell me if you didn’t like-” You immediately stopped talking when you felt a small drop of water hit your cheek. You reached up to touch your eyes but they were relatively dry with no tears falling from them. Your gaze shifted upwards, only to land on Mike’s tear-stained face. He was silent yet the tears didn’t stop. His hand was holding yours tightly, as you were going to disappear in any moment.

You quickly shifted your weight to the back of your knees, turning around so that your entire body was facing Mike. You gently cradled his face in your hands, wiping away the tears.

“Mike?” You whispered, your eyes trying to catch his gaze.

When they did, he pushed your hands away from his face before hugging you tightly to his chest.

“I don’t want to lose you.” He whispered, his voice breaking. He buried his face into your neck. You felt warm tears slipping from his eyes to to your shirt. You held him close to you tightly, whispering and reminding him that he won’t lose you.

You pulled away slightly so you can make him face you.

“Where is this all coming from?” You ask worriedly, rubbing soothing circles against his cheek.

Mike sniffed, wiping the tears away from his face. He took in a shaky breath. 

“I’m sorry. The ending of the film was too much.” He said as he ran his hands up and down your sides.

“And add that with the melancholic music score and the cinematography,” He chuckled at how silly he must look right now. “I’m just really sorry, it hit me hard.”

You were out of words. Your heart fell when you realized how much the film affected him. You cradled his jaw with your left hand, leaning forward to give him a kiss.

He quickly reciprocated, positioning his hands on your waist as your lips moved against each other.

“I love you.” You mumbled against his lips. You felt him smile in the kiss as he mumbled an ‘I love you’ back.

You pulled away slowly, giving him one last peck on the forehead. “You’re okay?”

He nodded, a lazy grin plastered on his face. “More than okay.”

He pulled you down towards his body, until your face was nuzzled against his chest. “That film was beautiful.” He said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“It really was, it had me in tears.” He chuckled.

“Thank you.” Your cheeks misted with a rose tint. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“You’re going to kill it out there. You’ll be breaking hearts, spreading smiles, and just flooding people with emotions.” He spoke softly, tilting your head so you were facing him.

He was grinning down at you, eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration for you. He looked at you with pride.

“You’re an artist, Y/N. You’re the one to watch.” 

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As some may know (considering the dozen of hate sitting in my inbox right now) I was apart of kwriters, I actually started the network in the first place. But I took no part in penetration station in any shape or form, the only people that I communicated with from time to time was with Jen, Julia, and Sam because they were admins of kwriters. Ignis was never an admin she literally joined 3 days ago because they suggested her to join in as an assistant since “we’re all going to be busy”.

Jen, Julia, and Sam first were introduced to each other when I selected them as admins. At the time, I thought they were pretty calm people but I hardly interacted with them during this period. They were doing network related things and being pretty active on chats and such. 

I had gotten pretty busy with things and they were doing their own thing with the network. That’s when they started to suggest changing somethings such as sweeping members due to inactivate, which most networks seem to do anyways so I thought yeah why not. At first, they’d tell me when they were going to kick inactive members but then I started to know less and less what was going on with the net itself.

I was never apart of the NSFW gc since I can’t be actively checking up on the gc so that left Jen, Julia and Sam to be in charge of it. During that period, they had already formed penetration station and in the admin gc they would say their little inside jokes But then I started to notice names being involved with the jokes but they had close relationships with them so I assumed it was just friendly banter. Now I really wish I would’ve said something about it.

I apologize for being so lenient about these jokes that took place in the admin chat and should’ve at least called them out on it but as most of you may know they’ll sugarcoat it and speak sweetly about them afterwards. I should’ve been more active in the network to see what was actually going on but I already have a ton to deal with outside of tumblr and always thought they’d leave their little beef that they had with people outside of the network as grown adults. I, of course, assumed wrong. 

Again I had nothing to do with penetration station and would never do these things or speak ill of people because of their writing when mine isn’t even good to begin with. Especially when running a network that is dedicated to the writers. It really makes me sick to the stomach to see all the awful things they said about people and how they would joke about it in front of me. I’m really sorry to the writers that were apart of this network and had to go through this, I know my apology can’t mend any of this and I really wish I could do something, anything to turn back time and stop all of this from happening.

He put a cigarette between his teeth, mumbled a quick “sorry” and lit it, his hands shaking slightly. He could never hold still when she was around. “Remember when you told me you’d stop smoking?” she asked, drawing her woolly scarf tighter around herself. Her breath clouded in front of her face just as he blew out the smoke through his nose. She watched him wearily. Of course he remembered. He remembered all of the things he’d said to her, drunk or sober, but this one he remembered the best. Because the night he told her he’d stop smoking was the night he’d wanted to kiss her for the first time. Her hair had smelled like strawberries and her lips had looked so incredibly soft and she’d said “I can’t stand the smell of smoke, you know”. But this time was over, this time of watching and wanting and aching for their hands to brush, for their lips to meet. He could’ve thrown the cigarette away, could’ve swept her into his arms to keep her warm but he’d ruined it. He hadn’t changed, he never would, and she was too good for him. Too damn good for him. He hoped she knew. So he kept his cigarette in his mouth as he said, “I don’t remember.”
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Write to Me (Jughead x Reader)

“I adore your writing and couldn’t resist requesting more from you. 💕 Could you do one where reader is also a writer and takes up a liking to jughead?”

Imagine: While you ran in different social circles, you reach out to Jughead Jones to get writing advice. When people grow suspicious, it puts your friendship to the test.

A/N: Dedicated to my girl @jasmineladjevardi for always reading my writing!

There was always something a little off about you.

You looked normal. Beautiful, even. Beautiful enough to be a member of the Riverdale River Vixens cheerleaders and a part of the “in-crowd”, at least. But something about you was a little bit off. People often made the observation that your head was in the clouds, as if you were off in another world. It seemed the only time you were engaged was following Cheryl’s strict commands during practice. During class, you took notes quietly, but even the teachers could tell you weren’t paying attention. Your grades were all right, and you were nice to look at, so people didn’t mind you too much. You blended into the background of popularity that made up the Riverdale High social scene.

One day, you approached a certain beanie-clad boy, hunched over his laptop in the student lounge.

You cleared your throat, getting his attention. The whole room quieted, shamelessly watching the exchange.

Jughead looked up at you, his eyes widening in surprise. You’d been in the same class since middle school, but never spoken. Ships passing in the night, it seemed.

“Hi, Jughead,” you said shyly, playing with the hem of your pleated cheer skirt.

“…hey, (Y/N),” Jughead said slowly, still recovering from his surprise at your approach. “What’s up?”

You bit your lip, well aware of everyone staring at you. You weren’t used to people staring at you, alone. You were used to people staring at you when you danced with the Vixens, or when you hung out with Cheryl and Reggie at parties, but never just you. Jughead’s eyes on you unnerved you the most.

“Will… will you go to Pop’s with me?” You stammered out.

Everyone’s eyes widened, flitting between you, the beautiful cheerleader, and Jughead, the sullen loaner.

“There’s uh, a project I’m working on and I’d really like your help on it,” you continued. You tried to smile, extra wide. Your mom taught you to always smile when you asked people for help.

Jughead raised his eyebrows, face tensed in thought. It then relaxed into a slight smile. “Sure, (Y/N). I’ll meet you after school?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Thanks so much!” You turned on your heel, scurrying to your next class.

Everyone, including Jughead, regarded the situation with shock. It was the first time you’d talked to anyone about something not related to cheer or a party since you’d began attending Riverdale High. Reggie and Cheryl, the gatekeepers of the social status quo, regarded Jughead with a newfound suspicion.

Jughead himself looked forward to the meeting with keen fascination. It was finally time to see what you, the girl with her head in the clouds, was really thinking of all this time.

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Drunj!Der Yells About Outlander

Thoughts on Ep. 301

Ermagherd guys. It’s been 84 years but the new season is finally here! And not gonna lie, I was about 50/50 excited and nervous for the new episodes to come out because ugh season two…

But I actually really liked the episode! I felt the things I was supposed to feel! I wanted to punch the people I thought I’d want to punch! I yelled a lot of things at Frank because I still hate him! My desire to smash the patriarchy grew three times! It went by really, really fast! Can they all go by this fast so it’s not like waiting 84 more years for Jamie and Claire to get back together? Cool.

Anywho, ramblings are under the cut. I split them up between Boston and Scotland just to keep it organized but I *loved* the editing of the episode. And the direction. Good job, new director guy!

(omfg i forgot how long i get when i write these things and also how fucking long it takes to like proofread and format once i’m sober…)

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#27 ”you’ll have to get through me first”

Prompt: #27”you’ll have to get through me first” (Jasper Hale x Reader)

Word Count: 710

A/N: I’m struggling to write the other two requests that I have, I have them since a long time and I just want to get rid of them, to be honest, they are really good, it’s just that I’m a bad writer. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this, I actually like it. BTW, I try to imagine (Y/N)’s power being similar to Wanda Maximoff from the Avengers.

Feedback is always appreciated. Don’t be shy if you want to leave an ask or just want to talk to me, I’m always here!

Gif is mine this time!

“They are coming” Alice said, the anxiousness on her voice evident.

Jasper was on my side as soon as Alice talked grabbing my hand and squeezing it, the presence of the Volturi never meant something good, and having in mind that it wasn’t too long that I’ve been turned into a vampire and upon discovering my gift of telekinesis and mental manipulation the Volturi, especially Aro, had been expressing their interest in me joining them; of course I said no, but they were rather insistent.

Suddenly, four vampires came walking to the field, their red eyes focused on the big fire that was only a few meters away from us. Once they got close enough they took off their hoods, Jane was the first one to speak.

“Impressive” her soft voice had a hint of sarcasm to it, I could sense it “I’ve never seen a coven escape an assault of this magnitude intact” her eyes focused on Carlisle.”

“We were lucky” he simply answered, as calm as he always was in this situations.

“I doubt that” she said, her face never changed, no emotions could be seen.

“It appears we missed and entertaining fight” Alec spoke from beside her, his chin raising a little.

“If you’d arrived a half hour you would’ve fulfilled your purpose” Edward answered and I feel the sarcasm coming from him, Jane’s red eyes were instantly on him as he spoke.


Everything from there happened somehow quick for me to fully understand, I haven’t noticed the newborn girl that was hiding behind Carlisle in an attempt to secure herself from the Volturi, but Jane didn’t let that go unnoticed. As she inflicted pain on the little girl I couldn’t help but to flinch and tried to look away, Jasper noticed my state and tried to calm me, he moved his body closer to mine, pressing his hand on my waist and rubbing small circles with his thumb. I tried to look at him or to even say something but Jane’s voice sounded again before I could even do something.

“It’s good to see you again, (Y/N)” I looked at her; her red eyes were already looking at me with the same intensity as always, her demeanor never changing. “Aro is still interested in you, he told me to deliver a message for you”

“I’m listening” somehow I managed to sound way more confident than I actually felt, is not that she scared me or even the other three vampires that she had on her sides, I could easily take her in one second, it’s that the simple image of having Aro thinking about me joining his side made me sick.

“He is still waiting for you; he doesn’t like to be kept waiting” she tilted her head a little “He wouldn’t like to come and get you, even if he expressed to me that he wouldn’t mind doing that”

Almost instantly Jasper put me behind him and looked at Jane intensely “You’ll have to go through me first” his voice was low and threatening.

“Jasper” Carlisle interrupted before things could escalate and I grabbed his hand trying to pull him back to me.

Jane just looked at him, the corner of her lips quirking up on what it looked like a sadistic smile but ignored him as she turned her attention towards Bella and Edward.

“Caius will be interested to know that she is still human”

“The date is set” Bella answered rapidly at Jane’s words.

Jane just gave her a bored look and turned her gaze to me again “Take care of that Felix, I’d like to go home”

In one swift movement Felix was at the little girl’s side grabbing her, she began to scream and I tried to look away once more, trying to shield myself into Jasper’s chest, he quickly pushed me against his frame again, but this time he was looking straight into Jane’s eyes and his grip on my body tightened.

I knew that the Volturi wanted me on their side, but I also knew that I had Jasper on mine and that he would do anything to protect me, even if I was strong and could handle things, he would still try to protect me from them.

Okay, I’ve done it again. I just can’t help myself. I don’t know what’s going on with me but Yousana has really stolen my heart and I have so many feelings and the only way I can deal with them is writing even though I’m not a writer at all, like I know I’m not really good. It helps that you are all being so amazingly kind to me, you’re inspiring me.

This time I decided to focus more in Yousef, especially his relationship with Elias. I guess you could say Elias is the real mvp of this fic. 

Again, like I said before, please know that this is written with all my respect for the muslim religion. I would never dare to be disrespectful towards any of you. And if you feel like this somehow disrepects you please let me know and I’ll erase it because the last thing I know is to upset any of you. 

This is just me trying to cope with my feelings after yesterday’s clip.

I hope you like it, those of you who take the time to read it.

She still hadn’t answered. Almost 24 hours later and she still hadn’t answered. As soon as he had sent that text he knew that everything was about to change. He had tried to avoid the issue since they had started texting but when she told him that she would try to make her mom believe that he was a good muslim he knew he had to tell the truth. She deserved to know, even if it meant that things between them would be over before even starting.

He hadn’t seen her since last night either. Any other Saturday he would’ve been at the Bakkoush’s with Elias and the rest of the squad but he had managed to convince everyone to go to his house instead. He knew that he needed to keep his distance from Sana, at least until she’d decide to talk to him. It was her choice now and he would respect it whatever it was.

 That didn’t mean that he didn’t have hope that she still would answer him. He had spent the day checking his phone every five minutes, his heart beating faster and faster every time it beeped with a message. He would unblocked his screen with trembling hands only to have his heart broken again each time he’d find that the text he had just received wasn’t from Sana, but from his mom or some other acquaintance.

 This, of course, hadn’t gone unnoticed by his best friend, Elias. He knew something was bugging him but he also knew that Yousef didn’t like to share his feelings with other people so he waited till the rest of the boys had left to talk about it.

 Yousef was still looking at his phone when Elias approached him.

 “Okay dude, what’s going on with you?”

Yousef looked at his friend who was standing in front of him with a concerned look on his face.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Yousef, it’s me, you can try to pretend that you’re cool with the others but not with me. I know something’s going on with you since yesterday and I want to know what so I can help you”

“I’m telling you Elias, I’m fine”

“And I’m telling you, I don’t buy it”

“Whatever” Yousef said standing up from the couch and walking by Elias.

“Does this have something to do with my sister?”Elias said making Yousef stop dead on his tracks.

He slowly turned around to look at Elias in shock. He wished he hadn’t heard well, he wished his friend hadn’t just said what he thought he had. He couldn’t know.

“I’m going to ask you this once, just once Yousef and I really hope you answer me with the truth. What’s going on between you and my sister? And don’t tell me it’s nothing because I don’t believe it. I’m not stupid.”

“Nothing is going on…”


“…anymore. Nothing is going on anymore” The truth of his words made Yousef want to cry. Because that was it. Nothing was going, not anymore.

“What do you mean by that? What happened between you two?”

“I screwed up Elias, I screwed up big time” he took a deep breath trying to keep the tears away just like he had been doing the whole day.

“Okay, okay Yousef, relax. Take it easy” Elias said when he saw the state his friends was in “Come here, sit and tell me everything”

“You’re going to hate me” Yousef said but he obeyed his friend and sat on the couch next to him.

“Yousef, I’m trying really hard to stay calm, it’s my sister who you’re talking about. But you’re my best friend and I’m willing to listen to you so please, just be honest and tell me what’s going on”

“I like Sana, Elias. I like her a lot” he said with a huge sigh.

“Okay that I already knew. I mean do you think I don’t see the way you look at each other? And I know yesterday you took the blame for her, not for me.”


“Wait, is that what this is about? Do you think what? That my parents will give you a hard time or something?”

“No, no, it’s not that, it’s not that” he took a deep breath before continuing “After we left the house yesterday, she texted me”

“You text each other…”Elias said raising his eyebrows

“It’s really new, I added her on facebook last week and we started talking about random things, I honestly just wanted to make her laugh”

“So when I said that you two were flirting in the kitchen that day I was right, you were”

Yousef only looked at his friend not really knowing what to say.

“Okay, okay, I’m not judging, I’m not judging, continue. She texted you last night. What did she say?”

“She said…” he covered his face with his hands trying to gain strength to continue “She said she would convince your mom that I’m a good muslim even though I drink vodka” he mumble between his hands.

“But…Yousef, you’re not…I mean you don’t…”

Yousef looked at his friend and bit his bottom lip while nodding.

“I know…and now she knows too. I told her the truth yesterday and she hasn’t answered since and to be honest that doesn’t surprise me. Go on, yell at me, tell me how I shouldn’t have approached her in the first place when I knew what would happen, even punch me if you want, I deserve it”

“I’m not going to punch you, you dickhead”

“I should’ve told her sooner, I know I should’ve told her. I just…it felt so good to talk to her. I thought…I thought that maybe if I waited a little bit longer she and I would connect you know? Like really connect and that eventually when I would tell her, we would find a way to work things out. But yesterday, I couldn’t just lie to her, it’s one thing not to tell the truth and another to lie. And to think that I’ve put so much effort in trying to get her to like me and now…she and me, it’s impossible. And don’t tell me it’s not because you know it is”

“I’m not going to tell you it’s not impossible, Yousef”

Yousef’s heart broke a little more because as much as he was trying to convince himself, deep down he wanted to hear his friend giving him some hope.

“But I’m not going to tell you that it is impossible either” Elias continued “Because it’s not my call. It’s hers and it’s yours. If you want my opinion, all I can tell you is that I can’t think of someone better for my sister than you, you’re my best friend and the nicest guy I know and I want the best for my little sister. And yes, I would’ve preferred if you had told her sooner because you knew how much her faith means to her. But again, it’s not my decision. It’s between you and her.”

 He had spent the whole day trying to keep the tears away but right now Yousef couldn’t help but let some roll down his face.

“She won’t talk to me Elias, you know that.”

“Maybe not now, but give her time. It’s a lot to process.”

“I don’t even know if she liked me back or if it was all in my head”

“Believe me, she likes you, I know my sister, I know the way she looks at you. She likes you but you have to give her time and space so she can think about what she wants. Just don’t give up on her yet. Let her come to you when she’s ready to talk and whatever decision you two make it’ll be the best for you whether it is moving forward or stop everything at all.”

Yousef nodded while wiping away the tears from his face.

“Thank you. Seriously Elias, I needed this.”

“That’s what friends are for”


Sana? Are you in there?” Elias said knocking at his sister’s door. “Come on sis, let me in”

“What do you want Elias?” She said opening the door and letting him in.

She was a having a hell of a day and she didn’t want to listen to his brother, she knew he was probably there to lecture her about the party from last night.

“I’ve talked to him Sana, I’ve talked to Yousef”

Sana froze in the place. She had been holding the tears for so long, trying to be strong but she couldn’t take it anymore. It started slowly, only a couple of tears but as they continue rolling down her face she couldn’t help but continue crying until it turn into a uncontrollable sob.

“Come here” Elias said pulling her in a hug.

She didn’t remember the last time she had hugged his brother but right now it was all she needed so she let him.

“What am I going to do?” She mumbled against Elias’ shirt.

“You don’t have to do anything. Not right now. You can take all the time you need to think. It’s up to you Sana, no one is going to judge you whatever you decide”

He felt her nod but he didn’t let go. Instead he hugged her tighter and rested his chin above her head.

“It’s okay, it’s all going to be okay” he whispered, and he sure wished it was the truth. 

Okay, this is it. Again I’m sorry this is too long. And I hope this doesn’t upset anyone in any way. 

Thank you so so much for reading it means the world to me.

I hope you like it and it’s okay if you don’t.

Also sorry for the grammar english is not my first language and I suck at descriptions.

Thank you again!

Em's 2.5k Fic Recommendation

Why hello there! There’s 2.5k people following and that’s absolutely unbelievable. Thank you all for following me, reading and commenting on my imagines, talking to me, or even just being there and supporting me through my time of being a writer. I’ll never forget it. *cue sappy music*

These are imagines that have come off the top of my head, all Teen Wolf related or actors in TW, that have stuck with me through my time on here, stories that I would go back and read through. From me to you, thank you all for being so amazing at writing.

And I probably forgot so many amazing people off this list, but keep up the good work guys. And remember, I’ve said it before; I find it so hard to read Teen Wolf imagines lately - I’m stuck in a world full of Stucky lately - so if you have wrote an amazing imagine within the last little while and it’s not on this list, to be honest I probably haven’t read it (I know that sounds awfully rude, I don’t mean it to come across like that either but it’s the truth)

I had 20+ fics here, but I had to cut it down to 11! because it was just a never ending thing, I hate leaving people out but I’m that nice I would have added every single person I follow

This will, and always will, be the first on my list for any recommendations that I’ll give. This list is not in order of preference, but I’ll say this once, THIS WILL ALWAYS GET FIRST PLACE. This story made me an emotional wreck and it truly is a work of art. Kenzie is so damn wonderful at writing, and if I could reread this story all my life, I happily would. Who doesn’t love a 50 era story though? Slicked back hair, leather jackets.

I sure am a sucker for best friend reader x Stiles, this story was so cute and so well-written. I don’t usually read stories based around the plot line of Teen Wolf but I always make an exception for this one <3

I found this story whilst going through the Theo tag on Tumblr, and I just fell in love with it straight away. I absolutely love the banter between the reader and Theo about the dread doctors, it’s so light hearted and the smut is ace!!

If I could, I would add every single imagine Mal has wrote to this list because her smut is literally the best smut you will need. Ever. This story is just so wonderful and it literally had me shook from the start. And like I mean, I would love to have Stiles wank over me too!

This story was an emotional rollercoster for me. It’s definitely my absolute favorite imagine from Bee. It’s so real, and I would 100% become a makeup artist if I got to fall in love with Dylan. I do love stories based on movie sets with Dylan, he’s just so wonderful just like this story!

I don’t read many Peter stories, I don’t know why, but this one was just so damn cute and amazing. I love a wounded and shirtless Peter, and as always, cocky as fuck. This story made the butterflies erupt in my stomach. It was just do damn good!

Of course I had to add the queen to this list. I was so tempted to tag your complete Brett masterlist *cough* here y’all go *cough*. Joey is definitely the best Brett writer out there, she captures him so damn well! I love the concept of this story and the smut is just squeal-worthy.

If anyone knows me, or if you’ve been following me for a while now, you know I LOVE DEREK HALE. I LOVE HIM. So much, and protective Derek is definitely no different. And when Derek grabs the reader to spin her around, MY HEART it exploded. This story is truly amazing, and I 100% recommend for Soph to write my Derek Hale smut! Plus, I was going through my followers list and Sophie was the FIRST ever person I followed her on Tumblr, so amen to her.

I don’t actually think I follow this page, but I got this sent in by @awesomelion and I remembered it straight away. This was the first fic I read when I joined Tumblr and I reread it when I got it sent in, and guys IM STILL SO IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC how many times will I have to cry over it?? I completely forgot what had happened and it broke my heart reading it again.. BRB CRYING

I remember I went into a reading slump and couldn’t read anything and I was scrolling through Tumblr and this came up, and I immediately fell in love with it. I love Jealous Scott, and Alpha/Beta/Omega smut so this story was perfect for me. It’s absolutely amazing and so well written. If anyone hasn’t read this, and is a Scott lover like me, give it a read because it’s so amazing!

This… this is just so perfect. I love it. Everyone knows how much I adore AU and Teacher Dylan is no different. Chloe is probably one of the best writers in the fandom, and even though shes on a hiats at the moment, I;m still excited for Part 4 of this! PLEASE GET IT OUT! But honestly, this story is pure smut but yet somehow still so fluffy that my heart just explodes!

And as well as fic recommendations, I just want to say a quick thank you to all people who give me feedback, like & reblog my writing. I do love writing, and it means so much that y’all stick around.

the thing that kills me is, i see it. i see why you like her. anyone! could see why you like her. i hear it ringing in my head, the time when you finally, finally admitted to me quietly, “yeah, i like her.” you breathed out slowly after you said it, like it took you so much courage to say those words. like you don’t think you’re good enough for her. you know, that kills me too. because how you could not be good enough for anyone, i don’t know.
—  50 pieces in 50 days #5 - afternights
Annotations [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Reader finds a book full of notes on the subway, turns out the owner is no one other than our Lin-Manuel Miranda.

Word counter: 1,417

Warnings: None, some light cursing but not much.

A/N: Okay so, I have no idea where this idea came from, but I love the idea of Lin writing all over his books when inspiration comes along, so I went from there! I hope you like it <3

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You were usually not the on to pay attention to details. The routine you set for yourself was simple and easy: Wake up, take a shower, get dressed, grab a fruit and head out to your job as a secretary at a law office. You’d take the subway as your headphones blasted some random music and hop off once you reached the station near 44th street. Easy. 

Every day was almost the same, it was safe. As a girl born in a small town going to New York City was a big step on its own, you didn’t need more adventure than that.

But life apparently didn’t agree with you. 

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