i saw them understand each other

7 Minutes In Heaven

Summary: You’re Tony’s daughter in this one (father!Tony), and he sets you and Peter up in the best way he can think of… 7 minutes in Heaven - well as many minutes it takes for you to start going out.

Words: 975

A/N: Hehe I’ve had this idea for ages and I know it’s not original but :D

Third Person:

“Tony, are you going to tell us why you’ve called a meeting?” Steve asked.

All the other Avengers, minus Y/N and Peter, turned to look at Tony expectantly.

“It’s regarding Y/N and Peter.” Tony started and he saw Wanda grin in quiet understanding. “Who finds it painful just watching them co-exist even though it is unbelievably obvious that they like each other in more than a friend way?”

He didn’t get a definitive answer from anyone but Tony could see them thinking. He knew that they had all seen it in training and on missions.

“And as Y/N’s father,” Tony continued, “I feel obliged to do something.”

“What do you propose we do?” Sam asked, cutting directly to the point.

Tony grinned. “Ever heard of ‘7 minutes in Heaven’?”

Steve looked confused. Wanda found it funny. Natasha was mildly horrified Tony would do that to them. Overall, Tony had got a mixed response.

“I don’t know what that is.” Steve said.

“He plans to put them in a closet or something for 7 minutes and expects that to sort out their problems.” Nat replied.

“I still don’t understand.”

“But I’m guessing you aren’t going to keep to 7 minutes?” Wanda suggested and turned to look at Tony.

“There it is.” Tony said, “We won’t let them out until they kiss or whatever or officially start dating.”

“How are we, oh I’m sorry - you, going to get them into the closet.” Nat said.

“They won’t just agree to get into a closet together.” Steve stated.

“As I said,” Tony looked round everyone, “I am Y/N’s father - she has to do what I tell her.”

Your P.O.V:

“Dad you aren’t being serious?” You said. You were facing your father, Tony Stark, with your arms folded.

“Yes I am being serious. Get in the closet.”

Naturally, you didn’t know where he was going with this but he was your father so you had to do what he said.

“You owe me one.” You stated before shooting one last confused look at him before climbing into the closet in your room. You had multiple ones and Tony had told you to get into the one that didn’t have many clothes in. At least that was the only thing that was logical.

“Not after this I won’t.” Tony closed the doors a bit but they weren’t fully closed.


“Wait here.” He ordered.

“What the fuck…” You muttered under your breath when you heard him leave the room.

After a few minutes of you just sitting there trying to run through all of the possible outcomes of this you heard the bedroom door open again.

“I said shh.” You heard Tony say to someone.

You wanted to poke your head out of the closet and see what was going on but you had been told just to sit so you didn’t.

The doors opened and you saw Peter standing there with Tony behind him.

“Dad what the-?” You started but Tony lightly pushed Peter towards you. He had obviously briefed Peter like you because he just moved in next to you.

“Have fun.” Tony said with a smile and fully closed the doors, putting you two into darkness.

You tried the doors but either there was something up against them now or a lock because they wouldn’t budge.

Peter still hadn’t said anything but had sat down like you, and was facing you.

“I’m pretty sure this is the embodiment of bad parenting.” You joked, still trying to work out what the hell was happening.

Peter still hadn’t said anything. You looked back to him.

“Don’t tell me you know what’s going on here?” You said.

“If I tell you, you won’t like it.” Peter said.

“Peter, we’re friends you can tell me anything.” You said now getting slightly exasperated at your Dad.

“Um…” Peter said before continuing, “Mr Stark isn’t going to let us out until we um…”

“Yes?” You asked.

“'Kiss or something’” Peter recalled what Tony had said.

Suddenly, you started to feel really awkward and you could tell your cheeks had instantly gone red.

“My dad is an asshole.” You muttered.

“But we could um…”  Peter stopped again.

“Could what?” You said not really knowing what you were saying. Even though your dad was an asshole you couldn’t really hate him for this now knowing what it was.

“We could… kiss.” Peter said quieter.

You bit your lip to supress a smile.

“Oh really?” You said smirking even though you didn’t know if Peter could see you in the darkness or not.

“I mean we don’t have to…”

“Can’t take it back now.” You laughed and you moved to lean across him so your face was inches away from his.

“Well go on then.” You teased.

Peter paused for a moment but then tilted his head slightly to kiss you firmly on the lips.

You smiled into the kiss, happy that you were finally doing this. And about the fact that Peter clearly liked you back like you liked him.

“Mission complete.” You heard your dad say over an intercom. Then you heard Sam laugh and Nat say something about how 'it could probably have been done better’ and Tony arguing that 'it happened so that’s all that matters’.

You groaned and moved slightly away from Peter.

“We should have done that earlier.” You said.

“I think we should have.” Peter confirmed.

Even though it worked out well, that was the last time your Dad was getting involved in your love life.

I guessed wrong;

staceyiscold  requested:

Hi could I have an imagine please?? Where the reader and either Monty or zach are secret cuddle buddies (like friends with benefits but for cuddles) and the boy develops feelings and avoids the reader so she confront him at school in front of his friends who don’t even know they talk and then it ends kinda fluffy kinda sexy? Not smut just not too cheesy! Thanks!!

author’s note: Sorry this is kinda late? i was quite out of it and i really need to sleep now but i hope this is any good!! aaaaa I don’t know how sexy I could turn this into?? I hope my ~sadness~ didn’t get much in the way (mainly i hope i didn’t disappoint hahahahaahkjasjd) i hope you enjoy it! hope i didn’t mess anything up!!!! it’s also quite long but i feel like i tried to shorten it up a bit. a mess. i apologize. /also i was the only one to read it so if any english mistakes,, again,, i apologize/

Originally posted by knightlley

I entered the school, trying to keep my small self-cheering to myself and walking with a teeny smile on my face. I greeted the kids I know, some greeted me back some just nodded at my existence, but none of that really bothered me. No, nothing could possibly bother me lately.

I was happy, is it too cheesy to say that?

Recently it is felt as if teenagers can’t feel happy, only stress and worry on their minds. Occasionally depressed, but it is the youth, mood swings are totally acceptable, which is how adults completely ignore any kind of scream of help coming from their children. With all the pressure coming at us, whether it’s socially with all the high standards or it’s school, which has really not any kind of low standards and you have to want, not need, but want to achieve a full score on anything.

But out of all the odds, I was happy. After everything that has been going on, being a little selfish and having a dot of happiness is what I deserve.

I went on and passed down the halls, getting to my locker and opening it. I felt a presence behind me but I brushed it off since tons of kids are walking there, but turned around when someone coughed and touched my shoulder to get my attention.

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anonymous asked:

Not sure you got my ask about the last coldflash scene, about the poking scene. I want to know your thoughts about that. It was such a sweet moment from len it totally caught me off guard.

Originally posted by vixenvibe

It gets me, anon. It really does. 

Like here Len is giving Barry advice. Acknowledging there’s a dark side to him and agreeing that it’s what allows them to get along. That it’s what makes so they can understand each other. We know that Barry inspires Len (thanks to the speedforce), and has an impact on him, especially as of 2x03. But the last time Len saw Barry, he was still in denial of that, of wanting to be a hero.

Originally posted by dailycaptaincold

For Len, assuming this is a Legends S1 Len, that was only a few months ago. He wasn’t ready to commit back then. But then Barry comes along and again asks for his help, this time purely for the “true love” motive of saving Iris, and Len actually gives in and says yes this time. He comes along. He helps Barry while demanding nothing in return, except the joy and satisfaction of breaking into ARGUS and pissing off Joe West, presumably.

And it’s so interesting to me, that he’s gone through these stages, of denying he wants to be a hero and denying he has good in him, to going on the Legends trip while pretending (including to himself) that he has ulterior motives, to accepting that… what Barry sees in him is real. That the good part of him is real, however he tried to hide it. 

And that leads to this understanding that maybe why Barry could get through to him in the first place, why he ended up having a soft spot for the kid and making sure he didn’t die (despite betraying him) and why he made a deal with him in the first place, just all of it… maybe that came about in part of because what he sees in Barry. What they understand about each other.

Because Len puts his bad face out to the world and Barry puts his good face out. And Len sees underneath and around that happy mask Barry sometimes wears. In the woods, Barry threatened him, said that if Len goes after his family again, he doesn’t care, he’ll take Len down.

Originally posted by flashallens

There was a mutual understanding there, and I think Len saw it then, but didn’t quite understand fully what it was, yet. Barry’s capacity to be ruthless.

But now… now they’re in different positions. Barry doesn’t just have that latent potential, he’s starting to act on it, and Len sees it. Sees that Barry picked him for this job in part because of it, because he didn’t expect Len, of all people, to call him out on being ruthless and willing to kill.

But of course, Len is contrary and has gotta defy expectations,right? Because as the guy who was inspired by Barry in the first place, that’s troublesome. The heroes, the guys like Barry, are supposed to try and be better. They’re supposed to be what you aspire to.

But it’s also understandable, because he’s been there, he gets it. So when Barry doesn’t leave him behind, proves that the good in him still outweighs the darkness Len knows, has felt, can feel, he takes a little risk in expressing his relief, in his own way, and reminds Barry of the important role he fills, as a hero.

Originally posted by comicbookdaily

The role that he fits in Len’s life, though he doesn’t say it, as an inspiration to him. The Flash is a hero. Should stay that way. You should stay that way, Barry. Leave the killing to guys like me. Your suit doesn’t need the dust and tarnish, let me clean off those specks of lint and help keep your image clean.


It’s just a lovely moment, highlighting all the ways that they foil each other. And it surprised me with the openness, but given just how open Barry’s been with him, and how Barry’s seen him at some of his most vulnerable, and how Len’s in this kind of different place and recognizes that their dynamic has evolved and he’s in a position to affirm Barry and admonish him and also, maybe, do some inspiring of his own, to keep Barry on the path of the light? He takes that chance. He repays the trust Barry has in him in kind.

Once Upon an Allergy

The Spring Exchange fic authors have been revealed, so I can post this here now!

This was my exchange fic for @baneismydragon! I hope you enjoy(ed) it, you gave a really good prompt! Shout out to @reyxa for lending me her soulmates au where the sneezes of soulmates sync up.

Summary: "After pouring two packs of chocolate powder in each mug, she felt a sudden sensation in her sinuses thanks to the powder that remained in the air. Quickly, she put her finger below her nose, pleased when the sneeze stopped. After that, it was quick work to pour the water and stir the mix in, and just as she was about to bring them out-

She sneezed.

She stared at the mugs of hot chocolate, her eyes impossibly wide. There was no way. She had to be dreaming. She did not just hear three consecutive sneezes come from her friends in the living room.”

Or, a soulmate au where the sneezes of soulmates sync up after you meet them.


“Alright, class, we’ve got two new students joining us this semester. Please, introduce yourselves for us,” their teacher, Madame Bustier, said.

Standing in front of the rest of the class were two students, one that looked excited and fiery, and another that looked shy and awkward. To the class’ surprise, the shy one spoke first.

“Hi, my name’s Adrien, and I look forward to working with all of you in the future.” He punctuated his statement with a quick little wave and a sweet smile.

After he finished speaking, the other spoke. “I’m Alya, and I just moved nearby from across the city.”

Madame Bustier gave them both a smile and gestured for them to find their seats. Alya moved instantly, spotting an empty seat in the second row, next to a girl she’d actually ran into before school started. Adrien rubbed his arm, his eyes sweeping across the room. He saw a childhood friend of his waving for him to sit by her, but he cringed when he saw her trying to push her seatmate out for him. In the hopes of letting the poor girl keep her seat, Adrien sat as close as he could by taking the empty seat in front, next to a student that looks uninterested in what was going on.

While the two settled in, their teacher was about to continue speaking when two synchronized sneezes sounded from the back of the room. Adrien and Alya both turned to look, eyes wide at actually having a pair of soulmates in their classroom. They saw a couple sitting next to each other in the row behind Alya, both of them blushing a tiny bit as their hands intertwined.

Patient though she may be, when Adrien and Alya didn’t look away, Madame Bustier cleared her throat and brought their attention back to her. It was only then that the two noticed nobody else had turned to gawk, which could only mean they all knew already.

“I understand that soulmates are an interesting topic to talk about, let alone see in person, but we do have class to tend to, Monsieur Agreste and Mademoiselle Césaire.” With that, she turned around and started writing on the board. Adrien looked sheepish and stared down at his desk while Alya turned to the girl beside her and started whispering.

“So girl, mind spilling the beans on those two behind us?” she asked, not quiet enough to keep Adrien and his seatmate from hearing. “Are they really… you know?”

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I did the thing @tecochet <3

The first thing Phichit heard when he and Seung Gil entered Yuuri and Victor’s home was the shouts of his name from small children. Three children ran up to him, one from each couple, jumping up and wanting their turn to hug him first.

Phichit laughed and knelt down to let them all jump on him. Yuri and Otabek’s daughter, Ekaterina (Katya for short), was the first to lunge at him, tiny arms wrapping around Phichit’s neck. She was six at this point, the oldest of the bunch. Victor and Yuuri’s son, four year old Masaru, glued himself to Phichit’s left side. The boy was shy, much like Yuuri was for the majority of his life. Lastly, the youngest of the bunch, three year old Felipe de la Iglesia bounced onto Phichit’s right side. All three of them were giggling and Phichit was with them.

Seung Gil had moved to the side, scrunching up his nose at the squealing children.

“Hi guys!” Phichit laughed and ruffled all of their hair.

Yuuri came tumbling into the entrance then, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Phichit-kun!” He exclaimed and then helped Phichit stand, pulling all of the children off of him. “I’m so sorry!”

Phichit laughed and stood up, keeping Felipe close to him. “Oh, it’s alright. I don’t mind being around all these babies.”

Yuuri just gave him a smile at that and greeted the both of them, taking their coats before allowing them to go into the main room where everybody was. Yuri was leaning into Otabek’s side, their one year old son Nikolai snoozing against his shoulder. Leo and Guang Hong were cozied up on the other couch, listing to the story that Victor was engaging them in.

When Seung Gil and Phichit entered they all got up to greet them except Yuri. He blamed it on Nikolai of course but everybody knew he just didn’t want to get up.

The four couples did this a couple of times a year, getting together in order to catch up. It wasn’t easy and money didn’t really allow for travel often (although both Yuris were based in Russia, Leo and Guang Hong lived in America while Phichit and Seung Gil were based in South Korea. It was easier for Seung Gil and Phichit to come as they didn’t have children - Leo and Guang Hong, not so much.

The pair sat down, Phichit being basically dragged down by Guang Hong in a hug before the younger took his son back.

“No, I like Uncle Phichit!” Felipe whined as he reached for said uncle.

Phichit grinned and tapped his nose. “Don’t worry buddy, you’ll be seeing me a lot this week!” Felipe wasn’t convinced but a tickle to his stomach from both Guang Hong and Phichit got him smiling again. Then the former lowered the boy to the ground so he could toddle back over to his friends to play.

All three of the were seated in the middle of the room, playing together. The adults watched them for a moment with fond smiles on their faces before turning back to the conversation.

“How was traveling?” Otabek asked, the question directed at Seung Gil.

Seung Gil just shrugged. “Not too bad.”

“The plane was freezing!” Phichit added and fell back with a dramatic sigh. “And this one wouldn’t even cuddle with me.” He stuck his tongue out at Seung Gil who smirked.

“Wow, tragic.” Guang Hong snorted. “Leo never cuddles with me on the plane either though.” 

“That’s a lie!” Leo frowned and tightened his arm around his husband. Phichit laughed softly and eyed their rings before looking at Seung Gil. He was on the opposite couch so it was easy to look directly at them.

They were the only pair who were not married. And they had no children. It surprised everybody that Yuri had gotten married before most of them, Victor and Yuuri beating the entire crowd. Phichit just didn’t know how to bring it up.

The thing was, Phichit wanted all of this. He wanted the domesticity that came with marriage. He wanted children too, maybe two or three. But Seung Gil was always almost repulsed by the thought of having kids, so they never talked about it.

Being around his friends’ kids just made Phichit’s heart all the heavier.

The night carried on without any hiccups. A couple of times a child toddled over to Phichit or called to him to show him something. Phichit was beaming with pride that the kids only wanted him, but perhaps it was understandable; he never really saw them in the first place. Only over FaceTime did he get to talk to them. He was most close with Masaru, as that was his best friend’s son and his god child.

As Phichit watched these children toddle around he grew a bit somber. He tried to keep the smile on his face but Yuuri, always the observant type, pulled him aside as he went to go bring out food.

“Can I ask you something?” Yuuri inquired as he presented all the food on the plate neatly. 

Phichit grinned. “Yuuri, how long have we known each other? Just ask already.”

Yuuri gave a weak smile and then sighed. “Do you… Have you… Hm.” It seemed as if he was searching for how to word his question. “Do you, you know, want to have children.”

Phichit’s initial reaction was to laugh. But it wasn’t genuine; it sounded forced. “I have four children, thank you very much.” He was referring to all the children here tonight that certainly didn’t belong to him.

Yuuri looked at him over the frames of his glasses. “You know what I mean.”

Phichit’s smile faltered a bit but he waved his hand. “I don’t know, I’m kind of old already and you know, Seung-Gil and I haven’t really spoken about it.”

“Why not?”

Ah, the age all question. Why not? Well, because… they hadn’t.

“It’s a sore topic.” Phichit decided on.

Yuuri just sighed. “You should talk to him, Phichit. You deserve to be happy, and if having kids makes you happy then he should consider it for you.”

“I can’t force that on him.” Phichit said but he was looking out into the main room where all were gathered. Masaru had found a spot next to Seung Gil, drawn to the man’s quietness. They coexisted next to each other but didn’t touch.

“You look sad.” Yuuri passed by him. “Talk to him. It can’t hurt.”

The tables seemed to have turned. Usually it was Phichit giving Yuuri advice. But as the night progressed and he had to say goodbye to the children that he cared for so deeply with tears in his eyes (even though he was going to see them tomorrow and would be five minutes away in a hotel), Phichit knew he had to bring up the topic to Seung Gil.

So he did. When they walked through the door of the hotel room, it just fell from his lips.

“Seung Gil, I… I want kids.” He confessed. It was more of a confession than a question, if anything.

Seung Gil took his jacket off and then looked at him. “With me?”

Phichit laughed humorlessly. “Yes, with you. I love you, I don’t want to raise a child with anybody else.”

“Oh.” Seung Gil ran his fingers through his hair but didn’t meet his eyes. “I never really thought about having children of my own. Or about children at all,.”

“I think we should think about it.” Phichit said, sitting on the bed and running his fingers through his hair. 

Seung Gil bit his lip and started rummaging through the suitcase. It was eerily quiet in the room and Phichit’s heart beat in anticipation.

“Okay.” Seung Gil finally said, voice quiet. It was basically a whisper. But it was enough for Phichit to perk up and then launch himself off the bed, wrapping his arms around his partner tightly.

“I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!” He repeated over and over again, kissing Seung Gil’s cheek after every statement. Seung Gil let out a soft laugh and hugged him back, unable to contain himself. Not when Phichit was laughing and crying from joy the way he was.

anonymous asked:

hey! In your opinion what is the biggest larry proof we have gotten recently? Not about how fucked up louis's team is, or the fake girlfriends, or bg, but like actual evidence from harry and louis. I mean, it doesn't need to be something big, just what was the last thing that reminded you they are definitely together. Also, i'm loving your aimh fic :)

Anon it’s not you but tbh I’m starting to hate the word proof in here 😂😂 because what’s proof? Proof is different for everyone. For some people proof of rain is the dark blue ominous clouds and for some is being hit by the raindrops.

Something that’s forever? Like a tattoo? Or multiple tattoos? Or a Harry Styles smugly showing off he didn’t cover the rose tattoo when he was rumored to do so? That would be the first thing I did if I lost my lover, to get rid of them. So is that proof they never touched any of those tats? For some maybe it is.

Or are hints proof? Hints linking them yet again to their tattoos? Like a dagger/rose selfie, or a rose shirt?

Are colours proof? Blue and green lights during JHO and making the JHO video Larry? Colors being proof is the stupidest thing you ever heard and they aren’t proof they’re together. So we all know what blue and green means to them, THEY started it, they made their house key chains blue and green, their mics, their stuffed bears etc. So does it make me smile they still can’t not make anything blue and green? Of course it does. They also wouldn’t happen if they weren’t together in my opinion.

Or is disappearing and appearing at the same time proof? That’s going on pretty much since the hiatus started.

What’s proof? CSI research? That Louis posted an ig pic of him that was taken by Harry? Or two mismatched football shoes where one is Harry’s? Or a Dunkirk poster in the background of another ‘Larry’ shoe pic?

Is that Twitter follows, tweets? Is that proof for you? Him following the photographer who took a pic one of the most iconic AM picture was inspired by? Or how he keeps following the same acts that are linked to Harry or Harry memes? How he deliberately chooses Harry or Larry accounts when replying to their tweets for JHO promo?

What’s proof?

Sharing multiple homes and properties all over the world? The older twins taken home by Harry and Anne after TXF? Or the silent Snapchats? Or the videos taken so carefully and deliberately cutting off when certain shadows or shoes get in the picture? Harry’s growing collection of rings. Is that proof? Or all of his nails painted but his ring finger. That proof? Or is that proof that their friends keep considering Harry part of his life? Steve Aoki, anyone? His H follow and rainbow like? Steve still replying to tweeters w the AImH header? Or James saying how Harry and Louis came over?

65 court cases could’ve been won with the proof this fandom collected in 7 years but for some it’s still not enough to see them as gay while for some people one look, one lyric change, one jealous moment, one touch, one anything was enough.

I feel like this thing has to be proven over and over again while the opposite is never being asked to.

Here’s my take on it: the last time we saw them was the mitam promo. They showed how best of friends they stayed and how genuinely in love they are with each other, still, how they move to the same beat and are able to finish each other’s sentences. That's​ enough of proof to me.

Then comes the understanding of such level of commitment (I’m w Adam for ten yrs this year and we plan to have a forever sign tattooed on us. After 10!! Not 2 like they did. And not 6 tats or god know how much more complementary tattoos like they have)

Could they break up even after they were such a balanced out happy couple during mitam? Yes. They could. I just don’t believe they did. Don’t forget they assured us (although they weren’t ever supposed to, it’s not their job) for the umpteenth time in 2016 and 2017 as well.

Do I believe they would do that if they were broken up? No! I believe I know who they really are as people.

So if you take this out of the equation you have a very very happy and together HL during mitam. Then the bears. Then 2016 which we all know how it was. And 2017. They're​ still fighting for freedom, they’re still giving off hints they’re very much a thing and that’s a status quo to me.

Harry and Louis are in love and they’re such great men both that no one deserves Harry Styles more than Louis Tomlinson and no one deserves Louis Tomlinson more than Harry Styles.

for the people with mixed feelings:

i gotta admit i’m mostly happy about zac’s return because he’s literally my fav drummer and has been all this time. i just like his style and techniques best. he also seems like a really nice guy.

look, he wasn’t the one to write that blog entry back in 2010, though he followed his brother because he saw his way lead somewhere else, which of course doesn’t let him off the hook, no matter how much we learnt to love him again through halfnoise.

your feelings are valid and i can understand them but i trust in taylor and hayley’s humanity and empathy. after all this time, there has got to be a reason they let him back in.

i don’t think we’ll be missing out on hay+tay duo action cause these guys (zac as well) know how to act accordingly to their individual histories and histories with each other.
zac has still got stuff to do with halfnoise and hayley and taylor are still the paramore writers and people at the front.

it’s gonna be okay. it’s gonna be amazing.

Literature Asks

Quotes from literature to inspire you when writing!

  1. “She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.” - J. D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew”
  2. “The curves of your lips rewrite history.” - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
  3. “A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.” - Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
  4. “I took a photo of us mid-embrace. When I am old and alone, I will remember that I once held something truly beautiful.” - Joe Dunthorne, Submarine
  5. “If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me.” - W. H. Auden, “The More Loving One”
  6. “And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.” - John Steinbeck, East of Eden
  7. “Who, being loved, is poor?” - Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance
  8. “Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.” - Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
  9. “The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.” - Toni Morrison, Beloved
  10. “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.” - Alfred Tennyson
  11. “I’m watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don’t deserve them. Her warm memories. I’d like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.” - Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies
  12. “I don’t want you to miss all the things that someone else can give you.” -  Jojo Moyes, Me Before You
  13. “You can love someone so much… But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.” - John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
  14. “If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.” -  Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
  15. “Just… isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? Isn’t it okay to say, ‘This really hurts, so I’m going to stop trying’?” - Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl
  16. “I’m just so thankful for our little infinity.” - John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
  17. “I hope, or I could not live.” - H.G. Wells
  18. “I hadn’t expected that a tiny glimmer of hope for the future could transform someone so utterly.” - Dai Sijie, Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress: A Novel
  19. “Your eyes are full of language.” - Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters 
  20. “You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture.” -  Junot Dìaz, This Is How You Lose Her
  21. You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone.” - Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea: A Novel
  22. “I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.” - Ian McEwan, Atonement
  23. “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” - Margaret Mitchell, Gone With The Wind
  24. “I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.” - Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
  25. “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
  26. “He doesn’t want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn’t love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.” E.M. Forster, A Room With A View
  27. “The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.” - Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
  28. “Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” -  Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
  29. “We can experience nothing but the present moment, live in no other second of time, and to understand this is as close as we can get to eternal life.” -  P.D. James, The Children of Men
  30. “I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.” - Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong 
  31. “Above, the starts shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe” - Stephen King
  32. “The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.” - Jarod Kintz, It Occurred to Me
  33. “If it weren’t for her, there would never have been an empty space, or the need to fill it” - Nicole Krause, The History of Love
  34. “I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world…” - Frank O’Hara, Having a Coke With You
  35. “It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.” - Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

When Mary read John’s journal she found something odd in a certain page. The title written on the page was bolded and underline: WATCH THEM. Mary raised her eyebrow in confusion. Watch who? She straightened the crumbled page and began to read the entries.

April 13, 1994 (Sam 11, Dean 15)

I told Sam to stop sleeping with Dean, but the boy was so damn stubborn. I kept catching Sam holding onto Dean the next morning. It caught me by surprise with their closeness but I let it slide because Sam was close with his older brother. Still had to scold him for disobeying me, though.

October 26, 1995 (Sam 12, Dean 16)

Sam started to rebel against me, and I couldn’t have that. I didn’t do this for him to hate him. I just wanted Sam to understand that we weren’t safe, nowhere was safe for us. I just wanted my sons to be okay. Dean would always intervene when we began to argue. However, I have noticed something, Sam never yelled at Dean, instead he would cross his arms and sulk.

I didn’t like this one damn bit.

May 19, 1996 (Sam 13, Dean 17)

Dean went out tonight with a random girl. I allowed him since he’s a teenager and he needed to have a break from being stuck in a motel. I drank a couple of beers and watched t.v. since I couldn’t leave Sam alone. Not only that, but Sam had been angry all night and even snapped at me. I didn’t understand him sometimes. Lately, Sam has been moody and acting childish, I was beginning to think if it was Dean’s fault for spoiling him too much.

Dean returned from his date. I witnessed Sam running up to his brother and hugged him. Something churned in my stomach upon seeing them embrace each other. I had to drink a couple of more beers that night in order to forget what I just saw.

February 3, 1997 (Sam 14, Dean 18)

Today I saw Dean whispering to Sam in his ear and watched him turn bright red. I immediately separated them and demanded to know what Dean said. Sam responded with ‘he told me that his girlfriend’s younger sister has a crush on me, sir’. I laughed and shook my head. I was beginning to think that I was loosing my mind. I was seeing things that weren’t even there.

Later that day I told them no more sparring, having their bodies pressed with one another was something I couldn’t have them doing. It’s too risky.

September 14, 1998 (Sam 15, Dean 19)

Dean and I were hunting a siren in a small town, I left Sam behind since it was too dangerous. Dean accidentally fell for the siren’s trance, prompting me to kill the son of a bitch, but before I could Dean suddenly attacked me and tried to protect the siren as he shouted out, 'Don’t hurt Sam’! My eyes had widened in horror… Siren’s ability was to impersonate a loved one, someone you deeply desired. When Dean said Sam’s name… I nearly lost it.

June 22, 1999 (Sam 16, Dean 20)

I kept an eye on both of them from now on. Never once letting them out of my sight. I took Dean with me on every hunt now, Sam was old enough to be alone either way. I couldn’t tell my oldest son anything, he had no clue that I knew the truth. I’m not fully sure if there was anything even between them, but I needed to be more cautious. Sam’s mood had also rose, he had shouted at me and even threw my journal across the room. A part of me knew that Sam was angry because he was tired of the hunting life, but the other part of me knew was because he couldn’t see Dean anymore.

December 5, 2000 (Sam 17, Dean 21)

The first time I saw hickeys on Dean’s neck, I just knew it was not from a random girl. Not when Sam also had similar ones around his neck. No matter how hard I tried… both of them would sneak around. I started to wonder if it was somehow my fault. I never blamed Dean, maybe I should have, it seemed easier that way. Yet, it wouldn’t be fair. I left them alone a long time. Everything was all my fault and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it.

August 27, 2001 (Sam 18, Dean 22)

Sam left us. I told him to never come back once he stepped out. I couldn’t believe I told my son those harsh words. What kind of father was I? I went to the bar and drank so much alcohol that I passed out in the impala. Dean was no better. He was furious and wanted nothing more than to hunt all the monsters out there. Dean never once talked about Sam. It was just us now. Maybe it was better this way. Although, I knew Dean had his heart broken for the very first time.

March 16, 2002 (Sam 19, Dean 23)

I got after Dean today for being reckless. He almost could have gotten himself killed by the werewolf. What was he thinking? Then, I found him drunk in a bar, flirting with the bartender. Enough was enough. I dragged his ass out of the bar and drove back to the motel. What broke my heart was that he kept calling out for Sammy… I should’ve been disgusted by it, I knew Dean wasn’t saying it in a platonic way. But when he started to cry and say 'I miss you, Sammy. Why did you leave me? I thought you loved me’. I just couldn’t bring myself to get after Dean, or say anything at all. He was already suffering as it was.

Once finished, Mary began to cry as she read each entry again, she covered her mouth with her hand. Did her boys really love each other? She had never seen them act lovingly, no more than brothers. But if they fooled John for the first couple of years… Who was to say they wouldn’t do the same thing to Mary?

The time I was burned as an adulterous witch at a medieval banquet

A long and inarticulate story from my teen years. Content warning for like, pretend swords and pretend death and so much vicarious shame that your face involuntarily lemon-puckers. Also for my use of one hundred “like”s. 

One time, in high school, I attended this. Medieval banquet fair LARP thing? It was produced and hosted by a local… theater troupe? My hesitation is not because I’m unsure in my recollection, it’s that I’m not sure who these people actually were. I love them I just don’t understand them.

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Flake on the formation of Rammstein

Flake “I joined when the band already existed. I took a year out to decide. At the time I only played as a guest. Schneider was a straight type who was only really interested in drumming,and not in friendship.I did not have any emotional relationship with him. Richard did not want to play with Paul, as the second guitarist, he was jealous and saw him as a competitor.. We did not understand each other. Oliver Riedel didn’t really care about anyone either., He came from the Inchtabokatables, he grew tired of them just messing around.. He wanted a real band. I was a little afraid of him - Oliver was strange and somewhat sinister.

Till was the only one Im imediately liked. Till of course, liked Paul, because he thought that because of Feeling B Paul was a guarantee of success,and he enjoyed his exuberance.

Till pleaded his case against the wishes of everyone else. Then they tried to talk me into speaking up for Paul,, but I said, “No, I will not play with you any longer. In fact, besides me,and Till no one could tolerate him
I’d played with Paul for over eight years,and he constantly got on my nerves. This happened already in the period when we parted, and Paul left me with relief.

Let’s talk about Will and Riley

AKA BlueSki 

AKA The Love Story of the Century

- Literally the first moment they meet they’re all smiles for each other. She asks “Where am I?” in this breathless way, a huge grin stretched across her face, and Will replies with the only thing he can say - “Chicago. North side.” because his synapses are shooting off every which way like fireworks and literally the only words he can get out are the most basic of facts. He is utterly mesmerized and so is she. She’s not scared, even though she should probably be at least freaked out, and he’s no longer sniffing around the church like a crazed detective. The others in their cluster always seem to have this little freak-out moment when they first see each other but Will and Riley never really did. It was like insta-peace.
-  Let’s not forget the second (third?) time they visit, when Will asks Riley where she is and she just gazes at him and says, “I’m home,” with this dopey dazed smile. Of course she means she’s in Iceland but you KNOW what she’s thinking. She’s with him now. She’s home. 
-  They’re kissing and touching effortlessly after visiting only a couple times and are obviously giddy. They can’t get enough. They fall into this easy happy rhythm of touching and smiling whenever they’re together and it’s beautiful.
- Their pull toward each other is so strong that Jonas and Yrsa pick up on it right away - like Sensates not even in Will and Riley’s cluster can basically FEEL how strong their bond is even though they can’t actually feel it.
- It’s so strong that when Will finds out she’s in some weird high-security Icelandic hospital he’s like OBVIOUSLY I’LL GO GET HER and throws his entire life away, the one he’s worked so hard for, to move heaven and earth to get himself to Iceland - ICELAND - and to physically pull her out of danger. He would die for her, and he nearly does when he knocks himself unconscious with drugs in that ambulance, and this is the first time he’s even been in the same room with her.
- She takes care of him - of course she does - and somehow through the running from Whispers and the heroin and his constant unconsciousness and her constant fear they fall deeply in love. It’s not this in-their-bones thing that pulled them together - no, it’s the old fashioned, homo sapiens kind of love. The one that grows around the annoyances of domesticity and long hours spent together with nothing to do. -  He’s ill - she cares for him, down to feeding and shaving and getting him some laxatives, for God’s sake. (Can you truly love someone without worrying about their bowels?) She’s patient, because she knows that he’s ill because he’s trying to save her, their whole cluster, and God, what greater love is that than the one he’s just thrown away everything he’s ever known for?
-  They kiss more. They touch almost constantly, having discovered the addiction of skin-on-skin for comfort, for reassurance. Riley is the big spoon. He reaches for her, clinging to her hand, her thigh, like the lifeline she is. She keeps him grounded. She is a tiny, fierce protector, and he is a suffering, dogged champion for her survival. Emotions run high and the nightmares are terrifying and their comfort for each other is everything. -  Of course they have sex. How could they not? They NEED each other. They’re only human (with some slight differences) and their skin feels so delicious when pressed against each other and they’re twisted up in each other anyway. He knows her body’s every want and need, and she embodies her role as comforter, letting him take the lead, meeting him in the middle. He wants to know her in every way possible, and kisses her everywhere, mapping her body and her pleasure. If he doesn’t believe in anything else, he believes in Riley Blue and her body and its perfection, the way it seems like it was made to mold to his. If he can’t do anything else for her, he can at least make her moan his name and beg him for release. He’ll give it to her, as much as he can. 
- She wants to make him happy in the same desperate, driving way that he wants to bring her pleasure. Maybe it’s candles and a bathtub for two or maybe it’s ice-skating or a phone to call his dad, who she knows that he loves almost as much as he loves her. It’s hard, their circumstances being what they are, but Riley wants to be everything he needs, even in ways he would never expect her to.
- When they reach a strategic turning point, when Will decides it’s time for action, Riley is stuck to his side like glue. She knew he would come through for her, for all seven of them, but it was hard not to let her mind wander to the worst-case scenario all these months. She’s pictured Will overdosing, seizing in her arms, the scrambling efforts she’d make to save his life, more times than she wants to admit even to herself. She knew he’d come through for them, but it was hard to keep from worrying he wouldn’t. When you’ve lost one love of your life already, you want to steel yourself when the situation seems imminent again. But he wants to make a bold move, and he’s all energy and hope, so she cuts his hair for him, makes the man in the mirror look like he did the last time he saved the day. She runs her fingertips through the short hairs on the back of his head, remembers the last time he saved her, and thinks, God, I love this man.
 - He said it to her on the grassy hill in Iceland, and of course they’ve known it since they first laid eyes on each other, but here at the club Riley is in her element, powerful. In this moment she’s the hero, the one who can save the day, and he’s a big reason she feels that way, so she tells him. “I love you.” It’s the first time she’s said the words, and even though he knew how she felt, the relief of hearing her say them hits him like a ton of bricks. He reels back, tears in his eyes, and reassures her, “I love you.” They’re terrified, but they’ve just made each other invincible.
- They’re on blockers now, so they’re together in body but not in their minds, as they have been constantly for the past several months. He tells her he loves her, and she smiles, and they kiss, but they know it doesn’t feel the same, it’s not bone-deep all-consuming bliss like it was at first. Neither of them really cares. She jokes that this is how old couples feel when they kiss, and he says being an old couple sounds good to him, and hell if they aren’t just as happy, even if it feels different, being together now. 
- She has to go to Chicago, and she has to do it alone, and he is going INSANE. She is small and timid and she’s not Sun Bak, she can’t kill a man with a punch. She’s not Wolfgang, with his guns and disregard for his own safety, hell, she’s not even Capheus - she can’t even drive.  All this time, she’s been the one holding him together, and the moment she leaves Will falls apart because he can’t be the one to protect her. 
- He confesses, while going quietly mad without her by his side, “I’ve never loved anyone - anyone - the way I love you.” Riley could probably say the same to him, but it wouldn’t be entirely true. The truth is that she loved a man enough to tie her life to his, all those years back, enough that it almost killed her when he died. Will knows this, and he’s not jealous. Riley promises she’ll come back to him, and that’s enough for them both. 
- When his father dies, she feels his pain coursing through her body like it’s her own, even though it’s not. Instead of sinking into the depths of his grief with him, she shoulders the burden for him, tries to make it lighter and easier just by being there, and it works, as much as it can. It really does. She never thought she’d put herself through that kind of grief again, but for Will, it feels like a privilege. 
- When she comes back to Will - of course she was going to come back to him, like she promised - she sees him ready to fight. He pulled himself up all on his own, without her. She did what she had to do in Chicago all on her own, without him. Yet shen he sees her in that doorway his face shows his complete and utter relief that she’s here, the sinking feeling of satisfaction inside him that she’s back where she belongs. He tells her, “Welcome home,” and for the first time since she first decided that he was her home, she grins like their whole lives are laid out ahead of them and filled with sunshine and possibility. Maybe they are. 
- It’s like from the moment they first saw each other their existences, their essences, their every cell started to twist and twine around each other until they genuinely can’t discern where one ends and the other begins. Riley says “I didn’t understand the word ‘presence’ until we were together.” in 2x10 and that’s because when they’re together, physically together, it’s like she is him and he is her in this way that is wholly defining but defies description. When one is strong, the other is strong, and when one is weak, the other is even stronger.
Most importantly, the psycellium brought them together, but it’s not what’s keeping them together.  Not even close. Their love is epic because it exists, steadfast, on every single level, and that kind of love can’t be broken. 

Why I don't think this ship is wrong

I’m not interesed in fighting with antis, or trying to change other people’s opinion forcefully. However It may be usefull if I collect some things I and others have said

TL;DR: This ship *can* be handled so badly that it makes our beloved conman into a pedophile, but I think the grand mayority of the people being bullied on this site don’t even ship it like that. Don’t put everyone on the same bag. People don’t deserve to be bullied for what they like in fiction and there are clear differences between reality and fiction.

I don’t think this ship is pedophilia simply because I dont ship it that way. Pedophilia implies fetichistic sexual atraction to kids under 13, and a horrible abusive element of “I don’t care about you, I just wanna fuck u cuz ur young”. Now, if you see this pairing as reigen sexualy taking advantage of a very young mob or simply not really caring about his well being and preying on him, that would count (and also be horribly ooc and a sad way of doing it).

However if, by example, you ship them romantically as having mutual care for each other and mob in full understanding and control of the situation, even if the relationship gets sexual while mob’s still 14, I wouldn’t call it pedo. Questionable or innapropiate? Yes. But not pedophilia. And then you have many, many, other scenarios that get really away from all that.

An important distinction should be mentioned here: While I’m ok with a romantic relationship between this two characters despite their age gaps, If I saw a similar age gap in real life and the younger party is still a minor, I would probably call the cops. For me that is the difference between fiction and real life for this issue. Minors in real life should be discouraged from dating people much older because they could easily be taken advantage of. However in fiction, you have control over these characters and you can make sure their relationship is healthy, especially if you keep them in character as much as you can.

You can have them being romantically involved but not turning sexual until mob is older. You can have them being platonic for a long time before they develop romantic feelings. You can have mob being assertive. You can have reigen feeling conflicted. You can adress the age gap issue. You can have it not mattering at all and them just slowly getting closer witouth noticing. You can have them being only platonic, in a very strong friendship.

There is many many ways to make this ship beautifull and I don’t think it’s just to put everyone on the same bag as the worst content and condem them all using a really severe accusation of condoning child abuse or being abusers themselves.

It’s just not alright to make call out blogs and tag whoever ships it, regardless of how they ship it, as “pedophiles”. I remember one of these some months ago tagging a user who only had like two barely shippy posts with grown up Mob as “condones pedophilia”. Neither is ok to send mean messages to users with death threats or fill their asks with insults. Or flood the main tag with complains about which, I have to be honest and say that to have so much nsfw noncon underage content popping on your dash as some people complain, at least on this site you literally would need to follow the 2-3 blogs with such content and have them on notifications. I know what Im talking about, I check the main ship tag nearly daily, follow most shippers and have stumbled onto that only like twice on my dash.

Continuing with the list of shit people have been puting on with, it’s even less fair to ramp up the generalizations and make really rude comics portraying all the shippers as disgusting creatures. Or say you get disgusted if a shipper reblogs your content, even if they respected your tagging preferences and/or the content has nothing to do with the ship at all. Or to claim “x has great art but they ship reimob, nevermind, their art is trash”. What’s the necessity of doing all that? I frankly doubt people who do that have the best interests of minors at heart. At best I have seen questionable beliefs about content on a site as tumblr being influencial enough such that a fanart with less than 50 notes of a niche fandom can “normalize pedophilia” in american society (because you know, we are all americans and america is the world). At worst it just seems to be used as excuse for harassment.

Speaking of that, regarding the users who make really wrong content: While I won’t defend that, I feel another distinction should be made. Do I think certain content is gross? Yes. Some of that content nearly made me throw up? Yes. Do I think the autor of that content is gross/deserves to die/etc? No. Do I harass them? No. Some of them have turned out to be csa survivors. I try to abide to the notion that nobody should be bullied for their likings in fictional settings, even if I don’t like it. What I do to deal with that is simply not follow the blogs with such content and so far it works.

As I said, I’m not interesed in discussing with antis, I just wanted to put some things together. Maybe it will help confused bystanders understand the shippers aren’t defending pedophilia. We are just defending a ship we like and love. Let’s try to respect each other.

RFA with an MC that fell in love with someone else but got rejected

“MC will be here in like ten minutes. I swear.“ MC’s friend said impatiently to the RFA member. "She’s probably talking to [Crush’s name]. They have her head over heels. Too bad they’re probably just playing with her. Poor girl.”


“She didn’t tell you about her crush?”

“No… Not really.”

"Oh… Sorry.”

[These headcanons are long and angsty so I put them under the cut!]

[May add Saeran and V if requested!]

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scarletbenois  asked:

Yo got any Wolflet hcs you wanna share?

as a matter of fact… yes

  • Okay, first of all they’re a dog family. 
    • Do they love all animals? Yeah, of course. But they have the usual farm cats that come around and then like a BED full of dogs. 
    • The dogs are 100% more in love with Wolf than Scarlet and she’s secretly jealous. 
  • Wolf and Scarlet both go to therapy because of what they’ve seen/had happened to them over the course of the books/their lives. 
    • They start doing couples and family therapy sessions bc their trauma is very similar and they can really understand each other better through it. 
    • Also, though she doesn’t want to admit it, Scarlet knows there’s some danger in Wolf and knows there are some parts of him he can’t control. Wolf knows that Scarlet has issues with trusting him and anyone else, and wants to help her get to the root of them as well as strengthen their relationship. 
    • They start using therapy terminology together because of it and it… helps honestly. 
    • “When you do ________, I feel _______” 
  • Wolf has a green thumb. 
    • It amazes everyone except Scarlet because she insists she saw it in him the moment she met him and that’s why she fell in love with him. 
  • They have date night MINIMUM once a week. 
    • It can be going out to dinner or just staying in and talking but they HAVE to have a date at least once a week. 
  • They are BIG into family meetings when they have children. 
    • Any time there is the slightest riff in the family, a family meeting is called within minutes. 
    • Wolf is the referee every time. 

My co-worker just told me that she and her husband have started watching The 100 and she said they saw Bellarke back in early season 1. She and her husband would argue over it. She’d tell him “look at the chemistry! Look at them!”. And he would say “yeah I know but they hate each other, how will they even fall in love right now” and she would scream “that’s how it starts! The tension will turn into love, idiot!” (Lmao, I died when she said they didn’t even see Finn as a threat). They’re on 3x01 now and still can’t believe Bellamy and Clarke aren’t together. They truly do not understand. And they hate CL because of Lxa’s betrayal and because they think Lxa made Clarke weak and lose herself. Bellamy is their absolute favorite character. My co-worker also said she dislikes Octavia because she feels like Octavia tries to teach Lincoln about his own culture and people and that she is unfair to him. She doesn’t care that much about Abby because she feels like Abby doesn’t listen. They think Raven is a badass. They feel sorry for Jasper and don’t know how it could get even worse for him. I told them to not give up on season 3 and not to start hating on Bellamy (like a lot of fans did). She was literally offended that I would even think that, lol. They love Bellamy Blake so much and they don’t think they could ever hate him. Right now they are wondering if Clarke gets together with Bellamy or Niylah during season 3. (Lol, I haven’t told them). They are very intrigued by ALIE and they want to know what CoL is and what it looks like. They are so extra for Bellarke, it’s so funny listening to her talk about them and how excited she and her husband get over BC and they hasn’t even seen season 3 yet! She said she’d keep me posted, lol. I love hearing what casual viewers think.

God look at that quality header. Graphic design is my passion.


Skam is BACK and this time I get to watch from the first clip! Fandom has been in uproar and I have so many feelings and opinions I’ve been coming apart at the seams. A lot of polarising opinions, questions, concerns, outrage. Not to mention the totally anticipated yet still alarming racism and islamophobia considering our main is a POC Muslim girl this time around.

So I thought I’d take the time to collate all my thoughts and feelings into a daily/weekly breakdown for each episode! I try to be as subjective and clear headed as possible while watching this show and take in the messages, lessons and information Julie Andem et al are providing. Forgive me if I happen to project a little or get wild in my enthusiasm as a muslim growing up europe this season is so #relatable I’ve been shook since the second we got the trailer and still in a state of disbelief that this is actually happening. So as someone very invested I thought why not share my two cents with the class.

Disclaimer: Everything here is my personal thoughts and opinions. They do not represent the views of all Muslims or POC. It’s just my own take on the show.

Im gonna try doing this Day by Day depending on the lengths ( this gets wordy I don’t shut up I’m Sorry)

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Monday 10.04.17 1:28

Okay here we are the famous opening scene. In true Skam fashion we see Sana on the train watching the streets of what i assume is Oslo go by, intersped with images relevant to the main themes of this season. Trump, images of war in what could be syria or palestine ( don’t quote me on that I honestly couldn’t tell you which), the hijabi mascot of the women’s march, the french beach hijabi lady indcedent, images of the army and missiles firing. Right off the bat they ain’t fucking around.

The street ad of two women in bikini’s which Robyn sings “All of these girls a mess I’ve seen it all before I’m not impressed” Sana watches all of this impassively, dare I say haughty even. That is until she finds herself staring at a bunch of dudebros have an ab contest in the street. Sana is human and she stares. Robyn insists “None of them make me feel anything” in direct conflict with what we see cause Sana’s expression is intrigued, appreciative even, shes smirking. That is until she startled out of it by the Azaan for Zuhr going off on her phone.

Hello Relatable AF moment #1 ( honestly why am I counting there’s already a million)

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One For Both Teams Part 2

Summary: Starting fifth year in a completely new area proves less confusing than Y/N thought, as she easily befriends a number of people. The only thing is, not all of them get along, and Y/N finds herself torn between them (High School AU).

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Part Two

You entered the classroom with ten minutes to spare, and looked around for Ms. Carter. This class was significantly larger than the other, but you managed to spot her in between a pair of boys who had mischievous grins on their faces. She seemed to be giving them a talking to, and so you decided to wait until she was done before you approached her. You gazed out the window, getting lost in your thoughts, when your bag was abruptly knocked off your shoulder.

“Oh,” you exclaimed, turning around to pick it up, only to be looking directly into a familiar face.

“Oh, hi,” he said, looking at you. It was the brunet from yesterday morning. You looked at each other for way longer than you would have liked, before you realised he was holding your bag. “Sorry, I knocked it off when I bumped into you,” he said, and you took your bag from him.

“I guess that makes us even, then,” you said, and he chuckled. Something came to your attention, and you frowned. “Wait, is this not fifth year history?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah, it is.”

You still seemed confused, causing him to furrow his brows slightly.


“Uh… Well… I…” you stuttered, not sure how to bring it up, seeing as you barely knew the guy. “I kinda thought you must have been a sixth year.”

Really?” he asked in disbelief, a grin forming on his face. You shrugged, partially embarrassed, but he seemed more flattered than creeped out. “Awesome. No, I’m a fifth year.”

“Oh, right,” you said, smiling. There was an awkward silence.

“Uh, I’m Bucky,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Y/N,” you said, shaking his hand.

“Y/N, can I have a word?” Ms. Carter asked from behind you, and you snapped your gaze away from him.

“Uh, yes, of course,” you replied, turning to talk to her.

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Inside your eyes or Azanina talks [5]

Despite all despair, I really like the last episode. I like this smell of character development. We got a big hint for future Azanina dynamic too. Their relationship takes another step forward, a painful, but really necessary step. How it was? Let me share some of my thoughts with you.

Azazel kept losing everything. His rage was the last thing that made him fight. However, it didn’t help, it even made him weak, cause he didn’t care about his life anymore. It’s better to die on the battlefield than carry a heavy load of guilt. Unfortunately, the fate punished him again for this selfish thought and didn’t give him a chance to run away from his mistakes. Mugaro was in danger, again because of him. It can’t get any worse. In this moment, Nina came on the scene.

A true shock. That’s how Nina felt. Mugaro was captured, Bacchus and Hamsa too. Suddenly she heard a familiar voice. Azazel called her by the name. At the first time.

It could be weird, but it’s a really big step for demon like him. It’s this Azazel, who treated people like insects. Who used the names so rare (Mugaro is a nice exclusion). It was a true begging, even again without “please” and other stuff. Nina became his last hope in this despair. He asked her not to save his life or kill the king, nope! He asked her to fix his mistakes, to save Mugaro, to help the demons (I felt so bad for him at this moment, like it’s too late to help them). Azazel destroyed all his pride in the name of their life.

Nina still was so shocked that she didn’t get at once what he’s talking about. She looked at the corps, then again in his eyes. It was the longest eye contact they ever have. Here I see a clear progress. As long as Nina was a blushing girl because of Azazel’s handsomeness, they couldn’t look at each other. They weren’t able to understand each other; they always were victims of their misunderstandings. The eye contact finally happened. Moreover, Nina understood everything. She saw his pain, his anger, his desperation. She knew the reason of those feelings, she decided to help.

Nevertheless, her try failed. Her eyes clearly said “sorry” to Azazel. She tried really hard. Why Azazel cried, as she was knocked down? This question you already asked me. Azazel’s tears were a result of his whole fall. With Nina he lost his last hope, that’s true. However, I like to think that Azazel cried cause he put her in danger too. I mean, all people who trusted him, who cared about him in this situation were killed, captured or arrested. Nina was the last one. Maybe the mix of his defeat and guilty feelings is the most right answer.

By the fact, I see some parallels between Azazel’s case and Nina’s speech to Charioce. They both were pressed to the ground, couldn’t move, but still didn’t give up. The resistance were inside their eyes. Unfortunately, Azazel’s soul was broken, but Nina keeps fighting for sure.

Nina’s inner thoughts, her “sorry” towards Azazel were really touchable. As torture was mentioned, she even flinched. Nina worried about him, she asked what happened to the Rag Demon despite it was more rational to worry about herself at this moment. I guess, it’s a real hint that Nina and Azazel will be closer in the future, they have the one wound that they can heal only together.

However, Azazel’s fate bothers me a lot. His redemption started with many suffering and clear parallels with Amira’s torture. What will happen next? He made Favaro and Kaisar fight each other in “Genesis”. Guess, what the new spoilers show? The fight between Kaisar and Azazel in the gladiator arena. Oh, guys, the redemption should take a long time. However, I still hope that Nina will help our poor demon to find his own way too. It’s interesting what Azazel thinks about her now. Well, keep waiting for next Azanina moments~