i think i just suffered a bit

8

I hope she dies right away. On second thought, I hope she suffers quite a bit before she dies. I just hope her pathetic screams can’t be heard from my room, because I was thinking about having a lie down, and I need peace and quiet. I was playing golf and I’m quite tired, the last thing I need is someone dying slowly and loudly.

THE LOBSTER (2015) dir. Yorgos Lanthimos

THE VOLTRON OFFICE AU NO ONE ASKED FOR

Obviously, heavily inspired by The Office thank you very much.

Oh boy here we go,,,

•Lance and Keith pull pranks on each other literally 24/7

“God dammit Lance where the quiznack is my desk”

“Huh, that is so weird. When was the last time you saw it?”

“This is not funny.”

“Well you’re the one who lost your desk”

“I did not lose my desk”

“Okay calm dow-”

“Where is my desk!“

“I think you should retrace your steps”

“I’m going to tell Shiro”

• “Voltron Legendary Defender this is Pidge”

•Shiro is the manager who is suffering and just wants to rest

“Well I’m going through a little bit of a rough patch”

“…the whole year, actually”

•Keith keeps weapons all over the office
“I keep multiple weapons all over the office-” pulls nunchucks from behind a water cooler, “I’ve saved Lance’s life with the knife that’s velcroed under my desk-” pulls out a knife from inside a random filing cabinet, “People say it’s dangerous to keep weapons in the home or the workplace-” pulls an actual sword from the ceiling, “Well I say-” pulls another knife out from inside the back of a toilet, “It’s better to be hurt by someone you know accidentally-” pulls ANOTHER knife from his desk drawer, “than a by a stranger-” pulls out dart gun from behind a plant, “on purpose.
Cue Lance and Pidge staring into the camera

•Hunk and Allura are the ultimate party planning duo

Literally every party turns out amazing because of them

Hunk makes all the food and Allura decorates, there’s no need to buy anything because they always manage somehow

Where does Allura get all the supplies????

How does Hunk make all this food in such a short amount of time???

•Okay but what exactly does Coran do?

“Hey guys, is somebody making soup?”

“When Pidge gets Shiro’s old chair, I get their old chair, then I’ll have TWO chairs. Only one to go.”

“So there I am, minding my own business, and Lance offers me three bucks to take Keith’s chair. Lance’s a chump. I would’ve done it for free.”

•"Hey Keith did you get your tickets?”

“To what Lance?”

“The gun show”

“Ohmygod Lance did you just flex”

“YES PIDGE I DID”

“Stop flirting with Keith and get back to work”

“SHIRO I’M NOT FLIRTING”

“Okay bud whatever you say”

“HUNK!”

And Keith is just a blushing mess


•Pidge: throws watermelon off the roof onto a trampoline

Lance: BINGO

It then hits Keith’s car and the alarm goes on

“HOLY SHI-”

“LANCE”

“IT WASN’T ME I SWEAR”


•Slav: is just there for some reason

Shiro: “this is an environment of welcoming
aaand you should just get the hell out of here.”

Pidge: mouthing to the camera, “he’s like six”

•Shiro: “Last week Pidge and I gave a fire safety talk and nobody paid any attention. People learn in many ways, and experience is the best teacher.”

Pidge: IS STARTING A FIRE

Shiro: “Oh my goodness, there’s a fire, what’s the procedure?”

Hunk: “OHMYGOD okay it’s happening. EVERYBODY STAY CALM. STAY CALM”

Allura: IS PULLING MICE OUT OF A CABINET DRAWER

Lance: Is trying to get out through the ceiling

Shiro: “Let’s remember those procedures everyone!”

Hunk and Keith: RAMMING THE COPIER INTO THE DOOR

Pidge: “ ATTENTION EMPLOYEES. THIS IS NOT A REAL FIRE. IT IS ONLY A SIMULATION.”

Shiro: “That you failed.”

Lance: falls out of the ceiling


•Keith finds something that he thinks is marijuana and decides to interrogate everyone

Lance: “I’m just saying you can’t be sure that it wasn’t you”

Keith: “That’s ridiculous, of course it wasn’t me.”

Lance: “Marijuana, is a memory loss drug so maybe you just don’t remember.”

Keith: “I would remember.”

Lance: “Well how could you if it just erased your memory?”

Keith: “That’s not how it works”
Lance: “Oh really? How do you know how it works?”

Keith: “Knock it off! Now I’m interviewing you.”

Lance: “No! You said that’s I’d be conducting the interview when I walked in here now exactly how much pot did you smoke!”

Keith: “Ohmygod”

•Hunk: “Hey Pidge, where are Lance and Keith?”

Pidge: “They insisted that they’ve been trying to get a certain client to seal some deal?“

Hunk: “They’re making out in the supply closet aren’t they.”

Pidge: “Most likely.”

•Pidge: “Lance is that a hickey?”

Lance: “WHAT NO KEITH PUNCHED ME IN THE NECK”

Pidge: “Ohmygod you guys are so gross just save it for when you’re NOT at work please.”

Keith: “YOU KNOW?”

Shiro: “C’mon Keith, you two can’t keep a secret, you walk out of the bathroom at the same time with bedroom hair we aren’t idiots.”

Lance: “ohmygod”

Pidge: Looks into the camera

•Pidge: “Good morning Shir- OHMYGOD WHY IS THAT TREE SO BIG”

Shiro: “Christmas spirit Pidge. Christmas Spirit.”

Pidge: “IT’S NOVEMBER 23RD”

Shiro: “Pidge it’s snowing and as your boss I’m telling you it’s Christmas.”

Pidge: “You’re like si-”

Shiro: “I’M MENTALLY OLDER”

Lance: “DID YOU SAY SNOW”

Keith: “What a loser who gets excited over snow.“

Hunk: “You do realize you’re dating him right.”

Lance: comes back in and hits Keith with a snowball

Keith: “GOD DAMMIT LANCE YOU CANNOT THROW SNOWBALLS IN THE OFFICE”

Lance: “And there’s a sign for that where?”

they end up making out in the supply closet again


UMMM WELL THIS IS ALL I HAVE TO OFFER. THIS IS PROBABLY REALLY BAD AND MIXED UP AND I TOOK ALMOST EVERYTHING FROM THE OFFICE OHMYGOD. But um ENJOY I GUESS.

"HANNAH FUCKED CLAY'S LIFE AND OF EVERYONE ON THE TAPES"

Okay. I just want to say what i think about this. I’ve seeing a lot of people hating on hannah because she “ ruined clay’s and Alex, Zach, etc…lifes.”

Clay didn’t deserve to be on the tapes but he MUST be because as Hannah said was her story and if she was going to tell it Clay couldn’t stay outside.
Tony did not deserve the burden that Hannah left him but I also understand Hannah a lot and because she did the things she did. 
Also, we have only some of the reasons. Not all. For which Hannah killed herself, because the list said more.
Besides that, is true that Clay suffered a lot and if Hannah had been clearer with him surely she would have saved.
But Hannah was very hurted and got tired of asking for help from the wrong people and Clay really liked her so I understand why she felt afraid and was embarrassed to tell Clay what was wrong. (Removing the fact that she thought it was only going to ruin him, I think it went beyond that)
She didn’t want to lose him but she losed him anyway because he ended up going.

The point here is not Hannah.
Unfortunately, the point here is Clay. And Tony. And all who could do something but did not.
The point of the story is that, it makes everyone stand up and think ‘I should have listened, I should have said this, I should have insisted’
When Tony said he ignored the tapes until half an hour later because he thought Hannah was a bit dramatic. When Clay got scared and left the room because he did not know how to react. All those are things that they know were wrong. They could have changed everything from having been a bit braver or not to have judged.
So I’m not judging Hannah or thinking that she was wrong for put Clay in the tapes, Clay already suffered from panic and anxiety before the tapes.
This just hit him more and did all that because he suffered those things and Hannah didn’t knew but still, Clay needed to know the truth.
And Tony told to him this several times.
If Clay did not listen to the tapes, there would be no story.
Besides, was needed that clay to be brave to make everyone recognize their mistakes and do justice. If Hannah never made the tapes, what happened to her was going to keep happening.
And that’s what the show want to teach and that’s what Clay tries to prevent.

Yesterday I read that a girl put “I hate Hannah because of her Clay’s going to spend his whole life trying to save everyone”
I think not just Clay, everyone on the tapes are going to think twice before doing things and I think that’s not bad.
Sometimes the truth hurts. Sometimes people prefer to ignore things to do something because it’s very painful to face it or take justice. But sometimes ignoring it is worse. And that’s what Clay learns. That it is necessary to speak when one has to speak and do something, that one has to be courageous.
That’s why Clay also continues passing the tapes at the end to Porter because everyone needs to take responsibility for what they did. ( also that jessica asked him for do it) And if you can not live with it, you try to live to repair it. And If what you did has no way of being fixed you have to live with it in the way you can.
But you can’t live like nothing if you made someone kill himself.
No matter how few intentions you had or how little you did compared to others, you did it, and anyway, none of those who did Hannah things had good intentions.
Not even Zach.
Just Clay.
That’s why, although for clay it was very painful to listen to the tapes and this almost did killed himself ( i cried a lot in that part) I think he had to listen to them and it’s like Tony said “you’re not God, you can’t stop everything”
Clay only feels guilty because he couldn’t save Hannah but none of they could, they all failed even if Clay loved her.
Tony is very sensible about what he said to Clay, because he needed to know about the tapes but he also had to know that he should not be there, that he didn’t do anything wrong, and that he was the only reason Hannah could have had to stay.
But I think guilt sometimes causes people to react.
And even if to Alex made him kill himself, if the tapes did not exist they would all have continued to live their lives quiet while Hannah killed herself.
And Bryce and all those who fucked up his life would never stop hurting others.
What is being said behind the scenes “if Bryce or any of them don’t get a cost for what they did, they will keep doing it over and over again.”
So I think everything had to be in that way. If Clay wasn’t on the tapes, nothing would have happened and no one would have done justice. Jessica would have believed Justin just as long as who knows and when she knew, she would not have the courage to talk about it or face anyone. Justin would never have considered the things he did or would never have had to tell Jessica the truth or face Bryce and break their false friendship. Bryce would never have confessed and would continue raping girls because no one of who are in the tapes faced bryce. They just left it that way. They kept their mouths shut for their own protection.
The only one who did something is Clay. And Alex would have continued to do things to be part of the bryce group and the idiots. Alex would have continued to do lists or who knows other things.
Marcus would have continued to play girls whenever he felt like it.
(And although many believe that zach is innocent and what he did was minimal or not important, I do not think so) maybe what Zach did was minimal compared to others in the tapes. But it matters. In the end, everything matters.
As hannah said is a snowball that is getting bigger.
So Zach stole the only source of happiness that Hannah had at that time (besides he being very childish making this lmao) and not only that, Hannah wrote to him a letter telling him how much she was suffering and that she needed those compliments.
And Zach ignored the letter. Maybe he did not throw it. Maybe he saved it. A point for Zach.
But he ignored her. He did not do anything. And sometimes don’t do anything is worse than doing it. That’s what the series is all about.
Maybe Zach was scared but I refuse to have compassion on him and minimize what he did, because minimizing what Zach did would be minimize the pain of hannah, and I think we’ve all learned that’s a BIG mistake. Minimizing the pain of others is not good. Zach might have a good heart … or not.
I’ve seen the series already three times and I could not help think: why do y'all overlook the scenes where Zach is a bully? LITERALLY. Zach laughs and encourages Bryce to send the picture of hannah from Justin’s phone, Zach makes obscene gestures along with marcus and the others to Hannah in the hallways after Alex’s list, Zach pushes Clay down the hallway and mocks on him. Zach stoled clay’s bike with Alex and Justin. ZACH AS THE OTHERS KEEP SILENCE ON A RAPIST. Zach continued to be friends with this rapist. Was Zach scared to help Hannah? But not scared enough to bullied others?
Maybe Zach wanted to be a marine biologist and maybe he’s allergic to strawberries. But I’m not interested. Because Zach is no different from the rest. And if Clay had not scratched his car, and if he had not faced Zach, maybe Zach would have done worse things in the future, he would have never felt guilty at all.
If Hannah did not make the tapes or did not include Clay in them, maybe Mr. Porter would never know the truth and ignore other people asking for help or advised them wrong again, and Hannah’s story would be repeated.
Maybe Courtney would continue to pretend to be friends with everyone and use people to cover her homosexuality. And Tyler would continue to spy on people and stalking people through his windows and would continue to take photos and violating the privacy of others if Clay had not faced him and the tapes did not exist, because he would never understand what hannah felt if clay did not make him feels it too.
And Ryan would continue stealing things that do not belong to him and leaving others in ridicule for his own arrogance.
And Clay would never know that it is better to say things when you should and when you have the opportunity because you could save a life.
And nobody would know the importance of what they did and said. And sheri would continue to do bad things and leave them that way that could lead to the death of more people and not just Jeff. And there would be more than one Jeff.
The only one different on the tapes is Clay. So clay had to be in the tapes because otherwise, they would all have continued to live and who knows if the tapes had kept going, maybe Bryce would have burned them and no one would ever know the truth more than they. And maybe he would have even looked for Tony to get rid of the copies or who knows.
Because not even Tony was encouraged to do something when he knew the whole truth Even Tony did not know what to do, just Clay.  
Because it’s easy to stand up and say “Hannah is a bitch she ruined everyone’s life with the tapes”
But what about her life? Who would pay anything for ruined Hannah’s life?
Were all the others supposed to keep living peacefully because Hannah was dramatic and crazy according to them? No.
 Hannah and Clay are the ones who didn’t deserve so much pain throughout history. Then maybe a little bit Alex and Jessica.
But everyone else deserved to be on the tapes and deserved to take responsibility for what they did. And I think Hannah was not dramatic. That’s all. Thank you if you read this mess until the end.

anonymous asked:

How do you feel about how season 5 of Samurai Jack ended?

It hurt ;; It was such a painful ending because I really do love Ashi and I was so happy that jack was able to confess his love to save her from Aku

But honestly, as sad as it made me I don’t think they really could’ve done it any other way, Jack couldn’t have just killed Aku in the future and kept Ashi, because then everyone would have suffered still and Ashi, a product of Akus reign over the future just couldn’t exist without him

Then there was the ladybug bit, that was cute and fitting since it was what helped to change Ashi in the first place

It was a good ending.

Ashi is still alive and with jack in my heart tho ;;

and I’ll probably draw her again soon

There was a little bit more to the panties ficlet that I got rid of because it was just??? exposition but I’ll let you guys have it:

-

“Pick whatever you want,” Viktoria said, waving her Black AmEx and smirking before she unleashes a wide-eyed Yuri on the petite section of Tsum’s. Viktoria has spent the last three days coming up behind Yuuri and murmuring, “Isn’t this cute?” while showing Yuri a picture of a Prada or Dolce and Gabbana or Gucci. Yuri keeps scrolling and seeing the four-figure price tag and every time she does, her eyes go unfocused in the middle distance like she’s having just a small crisis. 

Maybe she’ll adjust better to the three-figure price tags in the department store.

Viktoria follows Yuri at a distance, watching her pull dresses off the rack, bite her lip and put them back. After about half an hour of this, Viktoria wants to throttle her. Just a little.

“Birdie,” Viktoria coos, squeezing her from behind. She has already chosen three pairs of jeans and two dresses. Yuuri has a singular headband in her hand. They’ve been through three floors of the five-floor department store, and the top floor is furniture. Viktor plans to go there anyway, because their current sofa is nowhere near big enough for two full-grown women and a dog, but they won’t find any cute clothes for Yuri there. “Go ahead and choose something! Whatever it is, we can afford it. Believe me.” The number of zeros on the check from Viktoria’s last sponsorship was a bit alarming, and she would like nothing more than to spend at least half of those zeros on Yuri.

“Why don’t you just choose something?” Yuri mumbles into Viktoria’s arms, gripping at her hands. “I’m bad at this, and it’s obviously important to you.”

“Because I want you to feel good about yourself,” Viktoria murmurs. “Not because I judge you for your fashion choices. Well, maybe a little, but if you really enjoyed them, I’d suffer. But I don’t think you do.” She sucks a loud kiss onto Yuri’s neck. “Yuri! Let me make you pretty.”

Yuri laughs and says, “Then make me pretty! I’ll be your doll, Vika. Dress me up. I’ll tell you if I hate what you choose. Okay?”

“Really?” Viktoria mumbles, eyes going wide because suddenly her entire brain is inundated with visions of Yuri, smokey-eyed, fulfilling her great potential as the world’s most heartbreakingly gorgeous model. Yuri needs at least six floral A-Line dresses in soft shades of blue and green and grey, she needs three different bathing suits to correlate to how conservative the country they’re in is, she needs jeans that actually fit her, she needs blouses that accentuate her curves instead of hiding them because Viktoria is going to scream if she has to go one more day without seeing Yuuri’s waist, she needs crop tops.

There is a dress from this seasons’ Chanel spring collection that Viktoria needs to see her in or she will physically die.

“Really,” Yuri says, patting Viktoria’s hands. “So, bring me my choices.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Viktoria scrambles.

Yuri sits on a plush chair in front of the changing rooms while Viktoria brings her outfit after outfit, regal like a queen being made offering, and Viktoria feels alive

As Viktoria is paying, Yuri wanders off to regions unseen and returns with a very, very small bag over her arm. Viktoria tries to see inside it, but Yuri slaps her hand away.

“I’ll show you later,” Yuri says, and slides the bag into her own purse. Viktoria, despite herself, forgets about it.

Meant to Be - Part Eight: Silence

All Parts

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues @phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda@kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays @iamindeedapotato @pipindaae @gad-jefferson @series-killerr @creepycute08 @viliantv @brienne-evenfall @sunshinerainbowunicorn @trickstrqueen @liv-livingafandomlife @gamzeenmakara @ham-for-ham @fruityfrootloops @canyoubemyfour @whimsicalfangirlthings @kakapo-the-owl-parrot @ssnips @iimnotyourson @theonethatscalledtay

Word Count: 2485

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @falling-open, @jamiltonhivemind, and @sovroski for drawing me tHE BEST ART PLEASE YOU ARE ALL AMAZING 

also @mymintispeeling for adding tags that literally make me laugh out loud (ex. #we’re reaching new tips of the yikesberg)

A/N: this is a lot… i feel like it’s badly organized aaah, but enjoy anyway <3


“You can’t be in here.”

“He was just trying to work on his art project.”

“School’s over, boys. Pack up your things and leave.”

“He can’t! He passed out.”

“That’s not my problem. We could have a lawsuit on our hands if the board found out one of you got hurt when the school’s supposed to be closed.”

“With all due respect, sir, that’s not my problem.”

John’s eyes cracked open slightly. His mouth felt dry. His head was pounding. He blinked twice to clear his vision, and tried to take in his surroundings. He was staring at a pair of loafer-clad feet. He was very close to the floor, but his head felt cushioned. He rolled his head to look up, and found himself staring at Aaron’s chin, set forward defiantly. He realized then that his head was nestled into the boy’s lap.

Aaron looked down when John shifted his head, and his eyes brightened. “John, you’re awake! Are you okay?”

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I'll Be A Better Man Today (3) - Reggie x Reader

Summary: Reggie pulls out all the stops to attempt to win you back.
Warnings: maybe a swear word
A/N: final part to this series! hope you all enjoyed this.

**

Friday finally dawned; as you crept out the front door you automatically looked towards the kerb. No Reggie. Were you disappointed or relieved? You couldn’t say for sure. Driving into the school lot, you noticed that Reggie was absent from there too. You didn’t know if this was a good sign - your heart ached a little at the thought of him giving up on you so quickly. You told yourself that if he refused to become a better person for his own sake, you didn’t need him. As much as it hurt to fully understand that, it was the truth.

The day went by, and you didn’t see Reggie until lunchtime. He passed by you in the hallway, a smile as big as the sun on his face. Half the football team were with him, but he paused momentarily to cheerfully greet not only you, but Jughead. When Jughead returned the smile - albeit a lower-watt version - you began to wonder if you had somehow crossed to an alternate dimension. Jughead noticed the way you stared at him; ‘You okay?’

You nodded, slowly. ‘Did Reggie just…’ you trailed off, unable to find the words. Jughead had to hide a knowing smile; instead, he just said, ‘you know, he hasn’t said or done anything to me since last week.’ Your eyes almost popped out of your head.
Your best friend nodded, carrying the conversation in a careful, calculated, casual tone. 'Yep. Not one bad word or any attempt at a physical assault. I’m surprised, too,’ he informed you. Glancing back over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of the raven-haired boy as he entered a classroom. Had yesterday’s outburst really gotten through to him?

You and Jughead found the usual crew, sitting around a table outside. Still feeling off-balance at the revelation that it’s been a week since Reggie had done anything bad to Jughead, you were silent, deep in thought, as you sat next to Veronica. Jughead watched you, carefully. Time for phase two, he thought.

'So, Arch. You nervous for the big game tonight?’ The red-head chuckled and shrugged. 'Nah, Reggie’s been killing us in training, but I think it’s gonna do us good tonight.’ Turning to the three girls, including you, he posed the question, 'You’re all coming, right?’

Betty nodded and Veronica winked- 'as if we’d miss out on cheering for our favourite ginger!’ It was a silly question, really. The girls were River Vixens, and Cheryl would have their heads mounted to her wall if they failed to show up.

You, on the other hand, shook your head. 'No, I think I’m gonna stay home and study,’ you said apologetically. Jughead froze. This was not a part of the plan. He leaned in closer to you.

'C'mon, (Y/N/N), even I’m going,’ Betty smiled at this and reached to give his hand an appreciative squeeze. 'If I have to suffer, you do too,’ he teased, and felt victorious when a small laugh escaped your lips. 'I dunno, Jug. I- it’s - I’m just not sure I can handle it.’ You bit your lip, and Jughead caught Veronica’s questioningly glance. He’d explain later - right now, he needed to get you to attend the football match.

'Betty, tell her she has to come,’ he told his girlfriend in a faux-whiney voice. Betty smiled sympathetically at you. 'She doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to,’ of course she’d side with you. She was too caring to force you into having to spend two hours watching your ex from the bleachers. Jughead cursed silently. He turned to Veronica, a pleading look on his face.

'I think you should come,’ she told you firmly, 'Show that jerk that he’s not going to stop you from living your best life with your best friends!’ She squeezed your elbow gently. You weren’t convinced. Jughead knew by your expression. You stood your ground all the way through break, and then Jughead lost his opportunity to keep insisting as you had separate classes for the rest of the day. He managed to grab you for a few seconds after final bell.

'I’ll be picking you up at six,’ he said, and ran off before you could say anything. Sure enough, at six o'clock that evening, he was on your doorstep. Your dad opened the door, smiling warmly at him.

'Hey, Mr. (Y/L/N). Is (Y/N) here?’
'No, I’m afraid not, Jughead. She’s gone to the library to study.’

Jughead officially went into panic mode. The match was due to start in an hour - Reggie had no idea he had failed to complete his part of the plan. He drove like a crazed man to the field, getting Moose to pass on a message when he entered the changing room.

Reggie stormed out, face screwed up angrily. 'What do you mean she isn’t coming?’ He demanded, face hot and flushed. 'She’s gone to the library, what am I supposed to do, physically drag her out?’ Reggie considered it for a split second - then came to his senses. 'Go talk to her,’ he begged the smaller boy. 'Please. Just don’t tell her what I have planned.’

Jughead knew it was probably a lost cause. But the look of fear on Reggie’s face at the thought of losing you forever made it impossible to deny him. He agreed, and drove across town to the local library, seeking you out. His nerves were shot, as he whispered your name walking through the many shelves of books. You were nowhere to be seen. He called you - straight to voicemail. Text messages went unseen and as the clock ticked on and crept closer to seven, Jughead wondered if he should just give up now. The thought of having to face Reggie and tell him again she wasn’t coming, for definite this time, twisted his insides into an uncomfortable knot. He decided to go to Pops, and return to the game when it had already started. He actually felt sorry for Reggie - he’d seen how much of a mess he was since you had ended things. For once, Jughead got to see the man you knew, the caring and sensitive side to someone Jughead had always thought was just a meathead jock.

**
Pop’s was quiet, most people attending the Bulldog match against Liberty High, a long-time nemesis of the school. He leaned against the counter, drumming his fingers across the cool top, eyes shifting to note the time. Eleven minutes past seven. The game had begun. Without (Y/N).

He noticed something in the corner of his eye - a blur of movement. Relief floored him as he saw you, sunk low into your seat, hood pulled over your forehead, sitting in a booth at the bottom of the restaurant. You had seen him enter, and had panicked. When you realised you were spotted, your shoulders slumped in defeat. Jughead sprinted to you, demanding to know why you had lied to your dad.

'Because I knew whatever he said, you’d go looking,’ you explained in a voice that said, isn’t in obvious? Grinding his teeth together, Jughead opened his mouth, but you cut him off quickly. 'I am not going to that damn match, Jughead.’ Your voice was flat, tough as a brick wall. He relented, pulling the half-drank milkshake across to take a sip. Sitting opposite you, Pop himself came down to take his order - his usual, and nothing for you.
A brainwave hit like lightening. He took out his phone and texted Betty.

to; Betty
go down to reggie at half time & tell him to go ahead with the plan

Seconds later, the screen lit up with a response.

from; Betty
what plan??

to; Betty
just tell him that, and video call me when he gets up on the stage

After a moment, he tapped out another text.

to; Betty
i’ll explain later i promise x

from; Betty
okay x

He smiled - then wiped it off his face when he realised you were staring at him, suspicion rife across your features. Pop placed a burger in front of him, and left you a fresh milkshake - 'on the house’ - which you accepted gratefully. You both sat silently. Which wasn’t anything new - oftentimes you both went to Pop’s and sat without speaking, you working on homework or a new entry to your journal, Jughead tapping away at his laptop as he wrote up his novel.

Jughead ate slowly, every so often looking to the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes. You didn’t notice, finding the contents of your milkshake too interesting to lift your eyes from the bottom of the glass. Finally, Jughead’s phone buzzed again. Betty’s smiling face filled the screen; he took a moment to just appreciate his girlfriend and then answered. She came into view, the camera quality a little off, the sounds of the roaring crowd filtering through the mic.

'Hey!’ She spoke loudly, and Jughead asked her to turn the phone towards the stage. Reggie was already standing up by the mic on the stage. In the background, Ronnie was pestering Betty with questions about what he was doing. 'What’s going on, Jug?’ The blonde asked, exasperated, the camera switching back to her face. 'Just go closer to the stage,’ he urged, and handed the phone to you.

You took it, questioningly. Jughead just nodded, and you frowned as you realised what you were looking at.

'Jughead, what is this?’

'Just watch.’

You knew you wouldn’t get any information from him, you resigned yourself to seeing what would unfold. Reggie was adjusting the mic to his height, covered in sweat and mud and looking far too good for someone so dirty. 'Hello, everybody!’ His voice boomed through the field, crackling over the line. Pop heard it, and sent an inquisitive look their way.

'I hope you’re all having fun tonight!’ The crowd responded with loud cheers, and you resisted the urge to turn the volume down. 'As many of you know,’ the football captain continued, 'I have been dating (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for a few months now.’

Your heart leapt to your throat. What was he doing?

'Well, last weekend, she ended things,’ now there were boos, and you felt shamed and embarrassed. 'But she was right to,’ this time, silence met his announcement. 'I have been an absolute jerk towards many students in this school. I think I just got so used to it, and it became a habit. But that is no excuse. I wanted to take this moment to apologise profusely to anyone I have ever harassed or belittled, or just been an ass to. I especially want to say I’m sorry to Jughead Jones. Now, he isn’t here tonight, neither is (Y/N), and I don’t blame her for not showing up. But, if things have gone right, she is watching this from somewhere right now. I hope she is. (Y/N), I am so in love with you, and the past five days have been hell without you. You have shown me that I don’t need to be a jerk to feel better about myself. Every day with you is all I need to be happy. I know I have a long way to go, and a lot of things to make up for. But I promise you, if you give me the chance, I will never let you down again.’

Pop had wandered over towards your booth somewhere in the middle of Reggie’s heartfelt speech. You were in a state of shock. Betty had turned the phone back to her and you passed it over to Jughead. He spoke to his girl but you felt deaf to whatever they were saying. Frozen to your seat, a hand on your shoulder drew you back to reality. Pop stared down at you, smiling knowingly. 'Go and get him,’ he told you in his deep voice. You met Jughead’s eyes. He was smiling.

'You knew about this.’ It wasn’t a question.

'Yep.’ He popped the p at the end of the word; you giggled, still in shock. 'Shall we go?’ He asked, standing up and offering you a hand. After a seconds hesitation, you took it.

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The game was coming to an end when Jughead pulled in. You got out of the car, nervous, excited. The two of you stood at the side of the bleachers, watching as the final whistle blew, and the Bulldogs were declared the winners. Jughead could only roll his eyes as Moose, Reggie, and Archie all collided in an aggressive victory hug. Smashing off each other and whooping. Jughead pushed you forward. The nerves drowned out of everything else; you felt rooted to the spot. Reggie suddenly looked around - searching for you. In the shadows, you watched his face fall, all happiness draining out of his body as disappointment washed over. That was all you needed to make your feet move.

He almost missed you walking to him. It was only when you stopped right in front of him, and he kept walking, blinded by his thoughts, that he saw you. He gripped your shoulders automatically as he almost knocked you over, lifting his eyes from the muddy grass to apologise. He paused - you were there. You were with him. All words deserted him. He could stand there, his hands feeling your solid warmth. You were here.

'I can’t believe you did that,’ you told him, a smile playing on the edge of your lips. You were looking at him so softly, so … so lovingly, it almost broke his heart again. 'I meant every word,’ he promised, holding you tighter, afraid you would slip from his grasp should he let go. You nodded, and stepped closer, your bodies pressed together. His breath hitched.

'I know.’

It was only a whisper, but it felt like a scream to him. He dragged you in, lifting you up and spinning you around in a vice grip of a hug, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

'I am never letting go of you again,’ he mumbled against the skin. You felt mud smearing across your skin, but in that moment, you didn’t care. You pulled back, and saw panic flashing in his features as he thought you were trying to get away.

Then, you rested your hand against his cheek, hot, slick with sweat. Your eyes flickered to his lips briefly. 'Reggie?’
'Yeah?’

The words were so quiet you could both barely hear them, only that you were so close together that your breath mingled with his.

'Kiss me.’

Reggie didn’t need to be told twice. He slotted his lips against yours, kissing you once, twice, furthering the third one by angling your head to the side by curling his fingers through your hair. You were vaguely aware of the River Vixens and the rest of the bulldogs cheering you on. But all you could feel, taste, smell, was Reggie. He surrounded you completely, as you did him. When you broke apart for air, your foreheads touched.

'I love you, (Y/N).’

'I love you, Reggie.’

Patsy and Delia leaving is going to create so many plot holes. For example, Delia has been training to be a midwife and I believe the intention would have been to have her as a midwife in Nonnatus and now that’s just going to be scraped and she’s going to be written off. The same with patsy, she had just returned from Hong Kong after being mia for most of season 6 and now she’s just going to disappear again. It’s infuriating, that in a way, it’s been stopped at such a crucial point in their relationship. We had just seen them kiss for the first time publicly and that felt as it was a step in the right direction after suffering through the angst of delia’s car crash, patsy leaving and the two interrupted kisses and now it’s been ground to a halt. I don’t think this would bother me as much if we had been allowed to see their relationship flourish like every other one on the show e.g seeing them kiss a bit more and have more physical affection (away from everyone else obviously) but after things started to look up again, it’s ended. I don’t really know how to express this pain because ultimately I’m just sad at the situation. I’m happy for Emerald and I’m sure Kate has got more projects coming, but it’s annoying that again our representation has disappeared from another show.

fluerallinmylis  asked:

Hello Oh Great Roomba Regent, I have a bit of a request for you: would you consider doing Steve' POV of the most heart-rending scene you have written? (Personally, I consider that the kitchen and blackout engineering scene in "Some Thing")

Everyone just wants to see Steve suffer.

All of you.  

I am judging you.  

(goes back to work on the fic where everyone thinks that Tony is dead)

Horrible people.  All of you.

Scratch - Part 2 - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.

A/N: I’m really enjoying writing this series. I think it might be because it’s one of the more lighthearted ones I’ve written. Not that I don’t promise to toy with your emotions later on, but for the most part it fun to write.

Warnings: light smut I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Part 1

“How was the mission,” Nat asks not looking up from the television as I made my way into the living area of the compound.

“No questions until I’ve slept for at least a week,” I mumble letting my duffle hit the floor rather loudly.

“That bad,” Steve says from somewhere in the kitchen.

I glare at him as I slowly walk closer to where he stood and without saying a word take the beer he was holding in his hand and take a long swig.

“You know what,” I say stepping away from him. “I think I might take a shower first. I’ve had this itch I just can’t seam to reach,” a small smirk finds its way to my lips when I see Steve’s hand move to readjust his jeans. “Hopefully a long hot shower will help get rid of it.”

“Don’t forget,” Nat calls out. “Fury expects you to call in with your report by seven.”

“Don’t worry,” I say backing out of the room. “Five hours should be enough to get over this itch.”

Steve was giving me a stern look as I took another sip of the beer I had taken from him. Before I was out of sight I quickly winked at him and turned around to make my way to my room.

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midnightmooncatcher  asked:

Victuuri or kurotsuki? Take your pic :)

In response to the ship ask! I of course, have to give my OP some love. 

KuroTsukki!!

–Who said “I love you” first?

Man. I think it would be Kuroo. He would have wanted it to be in the perfect moment and all planned out, super cheesy and crap. But then something happens and it just drops out of his mouth. Like Kei is maybe doing something stupid or mundane. It’s after nationals, Karasuno just suffered their eliminating loss in the Sweet Sixteen brackets. So Nekoma’s coach invited everyone over for a friendly skirmish and a banquet afterwards. Kei and Kuroo have been texting and chatting on and off over the season. Kei does something, like bouncing a volleyball to himself or jumping because he’s annoyed at his peak spiking height going down, thinking that if he had just jumped a little bit higher. And Kuroo is there. He sees that determination in Kei and the desire to grow and get stronger and it just–the “Fuck, I think I love you,” pops out of nowhere and takes them both by surprise. 

–Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?

YOOOOO. Established relationship period? Like two years of dating. Kei is in Tokyo for school because there are better courses available in the universities there than around Miyagi. They aren’t living together while Kei is taking classes because that’s one of the compromises he made to himself. Kuroo understands, but that doesn’t make it any easier on him. So, as he’s working his (mostly) dead-end job at a coffee shop, he’s comforted by the photo of him and Kei at the amusement park in his pocket that he looks at on every break.

–Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

Both of them. At first Kuroo saw it on Pintrest or some other silly internet site. So he left a note in the fog one morning that Kei was getting ready for work. It was cute like “Don’t eat on your way home. I’m the main course today.” Kei rolled his eyes so hard he nearly tripped out of the shower. Kei turned it to his advantage though. Although, his notes are more making fun of it. He leaves things like “Pick up more rice on your way home.” and “Don’t forget to bring the laundry in.” or “Your suit is ready to be picked up from the cleaners.” Kuroo finds it endearing.

–Who buys the other cheesy gifts?

Kuroo! Mostly when Kei was still in high school though. Once Kuroo learned that the school does small deliveries to students, he went 0-100 in no time. He would send little things like, chocolates, flowers, balloons and stuffed dinosaurs. Kei got so embarrassed that he told Kuroo to stop sending him shit at school. To which, Kuroo said, where should I send them then? Kei (reluctantly?) gave him his home address. Then Kuroo’s plan was revealed as a week later, Kei got a letter in the mail. That’s how the shoe box hidden under Kei’s bed stuffed with letters and cards from Kuroo got started.

–Who initiated the first kiss?

Kei! Kuroo kept tiptoing around him because he didn’t want to pressure Kei into anything. He also read an article the other day that was like “young teens find themselves under influence of older authority figures, psychological trauma ensured” and freaked out about it. So once, when there were at karaoke, after a duet that was OBVIOUSLY the perfect moment–Kei was sure that Kuroo would kiss him. When he didn’t, Kei basically said “fuck it” and kissed Kuroo instead. 

–Who kisses the other awake in the morning?

It’s Kuroo. Which really, with bedhead like that, he should be more focused on getting in the shower to be ready for the day than peppering Kei’s shoulders and neck with kisses. 

–Who starts tickle fights?

Neither. They aren’t ticklish and the last time Kuroo tried to tickle fight Bokuto when they were drunk, it ended with them going to the hospital to have Kuroo’s nose reset. 

–Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?

Kuroo does. The answer is always, “No. This is my relaxation time. If I wanted you in here, I would tell you.”

–Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch?

It’s Kei! This is mostly payback (?) for all those stupid gifts in high school. When Kuroo gets into that design firm that he’s been reaching for, Kei takes his two hour break between classes to go and visit. Sometimes he brings them a homemade lunch and other times he just grabs something from the bento store down the street. 

–Who was nervous and shy on the first date?

Kuroo was because he forgot to tell Kei that it was actually a date and not just two friends hanging out. Although, the fact that it was all stereotypical date things (dinner, movie, a walk in the park with Kuroo pointing out stars), really Kei should have been tipped off.

–Who kills/takes out the spiders?

Kei does! Things with long legs don’t bother him so he just scoops them into a cup and takes them outside. Sometimes he pretends he can’t find the spider after he’s already taken it out and acts like it’s landed somewhere in Kuroo’s nest of a hair-do. (Kuroo doesn’t ever appreciate the joke).

–Who loudly proclaims their love when they are drunk?

You might be surprised but, it’s Kei! Kuroo turns really flirty and sultry when he drinks. I imagine him to be one smoooooooth criminal! But Kei, lets himself go and really has even less of a filter than usual. So he squints his eyes at Kuroo, who is draped like a jungle cat in the club’s couch. His vision is blurry from the alcohol and he hadn’t put his contacts in to go out either. “Do you actually love me?” he’ll ask. Kuroo will laugh, sounding more like a purr. “Of course I do.” Basically it turns into a moment of self-depreciation for Kei because he finds it hard to believe that someone as talented and good-looking and nice and wonderful and smart like Kuroo would be interested in him. To which Kuroo responds, the diligent, hard-working, incredibly smart, hot as fuck Kei that he can’t believe actually likes him back? So Kei will say “Yeah I love you. I fucking love the shit out of you and it scares me half to death.” Kuroo’s grin lazy, but his eyes soft. “Me too.” After that they generally start making out which causes whatever friends they had gone clubbing with to groan and ask why they invite them anymore because this always fucking happens. 


Ahhhh I love my boys. I miss my children. Bring back KRTK2017. I’ll work on that after I finish my senior project. 


Thanks for the ask! I enjoyed doing it! (even though I should have taken this work period to finish up a scene in my project. OH WELL)

rereading

“Tamlin snarled at him, “I don’t give a shit if she’s your mate. I don’t give a shit if you think you’re entitled to her. She is mine—and one day, I am going to repay every bit of pain she felt, every bit of suffering and despair. One day, perhaps when she decides she wants to end you, I’ll be happy to oblige her.””

me: 

Originally posted by trippy-hippy-dippy-shizz

quasar02 replied to your post “Probably a TAD late as I just got home from work not long ago and only…”

I gotta say, I am absolutely in love with the concept of traditional “monsters” protecting abused and hurting children and this makes me very happy

It started with me going toward the more celtic side of mythology for the werewolves, which were the myths I was raised with. It was strange to me growing up when the popular media that had werewolves in it always showed them as violent and unpredictable, because werewolf myths in Scotland were more…kind. They fed starving families, they were the guardians of lost and orphaned children. 

They were still part wolf and could rip you apart when necessary, but they were first and primarily guardians. 

So while I was writing Nathan and his cultural sense of identity and personality and I started on Vlad, I knew I had an idea for what I wanted him to be. I wanted him to be the archetype vampire, really attractive and smooth on the surface, but I also didn’t want to make him a monster underneath it with uncontrollable urges because ugh, ugh, no. So instead I tried to think about what I’d do if I had eternity yawning out in front of me, and well…lets just say it’s a good thing eternity does not yawn out in front of me. But I also tried to take into consideration the history I had given him, and the family dynamic he has, and when I thought about that, it really just made sense for someone like Vlad to look at the suffering in the world and go “No” and try to fix it in small ways, ways which no one else ever seems to consider. 

He’s not brave like Nathan (he thinks) he’s not a soldier, he doesn’t fight, and he’s not got the sheer raw power Ursula has or her resilience, but he can make a difference, he can make subtle changes that make the lives of those around them—however brief—a little bit better. He pushes for social reform, he throws himself into research, he takes an active interest in medicine, and when someone says “but that’ll take decades!” he just smiles and says “I’ve got the time.”

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[[request prompt: ahhh i have a request! peter and reader have been dating for quite a bit, though reader doesn’t know that he’s spiderman. when she finds out though, she’s *mortified* bc once she was held hostage and he actually came to save her, though he abandoned her when the criminal was caught and the police came, so she’s held a dislike for Spiderman since then, since he didn’t save her. so, angst?]]

Yeah, this was another one of those Drabble requests that I couldn’t condense into 500 words lmao, and I apologize if this wasn’t angsty enough ;w;

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: a bit of angst with some fluff at the end.

**dont repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine**

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Speculation on UMFB Yuuri and his ‘other lovers’

This is obviously one of the key things we all want to know about in Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts- why, exactly, does Viktor think Yuuri has ‘other lovers’ (plural)?  I’ll tell you now, I don’t know the answer.  @kazliin has promised us she’s not subtle and the clues are in UMFB, so I’ve had a good look and this is what I’ve managed to come up with.  Nothing ground breaking I’m afraid!

Let’s break this down, because it’s actually a couple of questions in one.  The first one- we all know Yuuri is a virgin before he gets together with Viktor, so why does Viktor think he has ever had any lovers?  Why doesn’t it cross his mind that he’s the first?  The second part to the question is more difficult: why, at the time when they discuss Yuuri’s ‘other lovers’ in chapter 11, does Viktor think Yuuri is sleeping with multiple other people besides himself?  This is trickier (especially because my re-read has only got as far as chapter 8 so far).  

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c7-r2thgsytrw  asked:

what do you think about what zero told yuuki ; that he will accept and love her and the part of her where "that person" remains ?

Immediately, I think of how Zero loves Yuuki unconditionally. He could never resent her for connections she’s made beyond him. He would never punish her in any way for loving others beside himself. He is completely selfless in his affections for her.

Yuuki can hardly believe it herself. We know she feels unworthy of the love he gives to her so freely because she’s so emotionally unavailable after the traumatic death/suicide of Kaname, but that’ll come to pass when she eventually begins to live for herself. His love is very deep and pure, that’s what I think, to the point that I sometimes wish he could be a bit more selfish. But that’s not in his character.

[OH GOSH I JUST NOTICED HOW ZERO PINCHED HER CHEEK HERE MY HEART IS MELTING SEND HELP]

For a better appreciation, I’d say to compare that to Kaname who claimed to feel the same way, saying that he was fine with Yuuki’s attachment to Zero because she chose to “suffer” and stay with him. But ultimately, Yuuki’s preference for Zero was his undoing.

Yuuki loved Kaname as her family, as someone that had a profound impact upon her life, even if she felt she never really knew him. But it is as Zero said, Kaname “bound” Yuuki to him, and it’s easy to interpret that to be from the guilt he employed to control her. “That person” would remain a part of her, and VKM is trying to represent how she’s handling that.

The line was a reaffirmation of the trio’s dynamic. More importantly Zero and Yuuki’s as it gave reason, yet again, as to why it was these two that were able to eventually find their way out of the deep dark forest together, cultivating a family and their love for the rest of their lives. The patience of Zero to fully accept Yuuki as broken as she became, and Yuuki’s recovery to become radiant once again – it is as the love theme says: If you want to hurry, go slow [very slow lol -shot-].

Thank you for the ask! And I hope you have a nice day! :) ♥

Thoughts from a Mini Thrones-A-Thon

So I just spent the better part of the last hour torturing myself by watching clip after clip of Sansa Stark being treated horribly in Game of Thrones, starting with Joffrey showing her Ned’s head and ending with The-Scene-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named that happened on a certain wedding night in season 5.  It was awful, but there’s a method to my madness, I swear.  I wanted to get a sense of how Sansa’s troubles have changed her and made her perceive and interact with Jon differently from how she may have done had they been reunited after many years in which nothing bad in particular had happened to her.  

Instead, I found myself focusing on the different ways the various men in Sansa’s life treat her, and I’m not just talking about the differences among rape, creepy groping, and sweet hugs and forehead kisses.  I noticed right away how different Jon’s body language and tone of voice are from those of the other men.  From Joffrey to Petyr to Ramsay, and even Tyrion to some extent, all of them step into her personal space and take charge, leaving her with little to no agency or choice.  Joffrey bullies her and has her beaten; Petyr gropes her and verbally strong-arms her; Ramsay, even before he starts raping her, uses his torture and domination of Theon to show Sansa that he, and not she, is the one in charge; and Tyrion, while he treats Sansa very decently, guides her around within the perimeter of the gilded cage in which his family has imprisoned her.  (Granted, she was very young at the time; had she been older, the dynamic between them may have been quite different.)

Jon, however, is the opposite.  From the moment they meet at Castle Black, he (literally) steps back and lets her have the agency she’s determined to recover.  He even lets her approach him when they first hug!  And during both of their disagreements later in the episode, he argues with her from a distance; he doesn’t touch her or step up in her face, so to speak.  She’s actually the one grabbing his hand at the breakfast table and insisting on taking action, rather than the other way around.  And throughout their journey around the North, he respects her and her boundaries, especially her physical boundaries.  Even when they argue, even when he raises his voice, even when he’s annoyed as heck with her, he never lifts a hand to her (not even to within a foot of her); he never grabs her arm; he never tries to force his own opinions on her “because I’m the man”; and he never pulls a Petyr by trying to gaslight or manipulate her.  The one time, as many other Tumblrs have pointed out, when he initiates physical contact with her, it’s to give her a very gentle, non-threatening kiss on the forehead - i.e., positive physical contact, which she hasn’t had with another man since she lost her father. (Just to be clear, I’m talking about positive physical contact in general, not in a sexual context.)  In short, he treats her with utter kindness, gentleness, and respect.

Which brings me to the last part of my theory.  I haven’t seen all of Season 6 yet, but I’ve watched most or all of Sansa’s scenes in it, and I’ve observed that she acts markedly different with Jon from the way she acts with other men.  She puts a mask on around them that she loses when she’s with Jon.  With other men, she’s the shrewd strategist (i.e., council scene with Davos and Tormund), the brittle, wronged ward (i.e., the Mole Town scene with Petyr Baelish - and notice how she shows almost no emotion when she first rides to the battlefield near Winterfell with Baelish and his army in “Battle of the Bastards”), or the commanding Lady of Winterfell (i.e., the disastrous attempts to get Houses Mormont and Glover to aid House Stark).  But with Jon, she loses the mask.  She lets herself do what I did a very long time ago, when my parents and I had left a destructive cult and the therapist they had me see advised them to give me free rein to express the anger I’d been bottling up for years, so I could get it out of my system.  Well, I let loose (verbally, not physically), and so does Sansa.  She yells at Jon; she questions his judgment; she disagrees with and once or twice even ridicules his decisions - because she feels safe enough to do it.  At some level, she understands that he won’t retaliate with violence or gaslighting or putting her back in her cage, as the other men would have done.  She probably has faith as well in his willingness to forgive her for it because he’s done so once already, back at Castle Black when he told her there was “nothing to forgive.”  Yes, she goes a bit overboard at times, but then so did I in my anger, and once I’d gotten it out of my system I began to stabilize again.  And I think we see signs of Sansa’s stabilizing in “The Winds of Winter.”  I don’t mean that she’s mentally unstable, just that she was suffering from the sort of emotional instability that could be expected of anybody who has gone through what she has.  And, unlike many of those people, she has a gentle, kind, loving person waiting for her on the other side.  When she apologizes to Jon (and it’s a true apology, not one such as the men before him have forced or manipulated out of her) and says he is a true Stark to her, I think she’s showing him true gratitude for sticking with her and being so incredibly kind to her.  I think that she values the gentleness and freedom and safety she gets with him far more than she’d value being named Queen of the North, and that’s why I don’t think she’d betray Jon in a million years.  It’s also why I think she’ll fall in love with him once they find out about his parentage and open herself up voluntarily to the vulnerability of sex and marriage.  I don’t think anything short of what Jon offers could ever make her do that again.

Sorry, way too long ramble.

TL;DR Sansa has suffered unbelievable cruelty, manipulation, and other forms of mistreatment throughout Game of Thrones at the hands of men who take away her agency and violate her boundaries.  Jon treats her with kindness and love and never infringes on her agency.  She won’t betray him.  She will eventually fall in love with and even voluntarily marry him. 

There's oversleeping and there's THAT

Had a Voltron dream the other night, wanted to write but it’s not flowing???

Lance centric and Lance/Angst ;) but seriously I’m calling it the “sleeping Lance AU” until I have a better idea??? There’s probably at least three Sleeping Lance AU’s out there already, I’m seriously accepting suggestions of what to call this clusterfuck… clusterfuck AU? trainwreak AU? helpmeI’mlost AU? How people name things??????

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My RDC3 Weekend

This is more than anything a post to thank everyone that helped me through this weekend. My anxiety was worse than I hoped it would be but maybe better than it could have been I guess? By that I mean I only had one panic attack and it passed quickly thanks to the fannibals who helped me. For me it was both bad and good but the bad was all consistently part of, or result of, my anxiety, and hopefully outweighed by the good 💖

I want to thank especially @idontfindyouthatinteresting for being my con buddy and keeping me sane! New friend @byronicwoman who is just one of the nicest most supportive people I’ve met and I am so grateful for that. And @drjlecter for all the hugs which helped me through! But also everyone who was there for me at different times with hugs and distractions when my anxiety was peaking and more generally that I got to meet and hang out with! @strangestorys @redfivewritingby @churchescollapsing @wiith-my-hands @fragile-teacup @pka42 @weconqueratdawn @wrathofthestag @theseavoices @apoptoses @the-winnowing-wind @existingcharactersdiehorribly and a whole bunch of others not all on tumblr or whose tumblr names I have forgotten because I have a serious problem with names and faces so adding online handles this weekend has pretty much blown my mind 😳

So my weekend in brief(ish): 

Fannibals: I spent a lot of the time dealing with my anxiety, hiding in room and crying lots. BUT ALSO - forcing myself out to meet other Fannibals and being all the better for it. Between being crippled by anxiety and often swinging into being hyper to cope, it was all pretty exhausting and I’m so thankful for everyone’s support. I’m sorry if I came over as weird or awkward with anyone, it can be difficult for me to interact sometimes. Massive apologies to those I didn’t manage to get to meet or only briefly 😔

I had some wonderful conversations with various peeps about rarepairs which I will post about another time. And I may have spent too much time hugging people, especially @weconqueratdawn whilst trying (often unsuccessfully) not to cry too much over Quicksilver and what this series means to me 💖

I was pretty overwhelmed by the fact that almost every Fannibal I talked to had read my stuff and were “fans” *blushes* 🙊🙊🙊. The reactions I got when asked for my tumblr or ao3 handle were mind blowing for me. I’m sorry if I came across as ungracious at all, I was just surprised and overwhelmed (on top of the anxiety) but thank you all for the kind words. So pleased to forward that love and joy onto @slashyrogue @hotsauce418 @victorineb and @tcbook when people squeed not only about our little group challenge but also about them as well. The amount of people who fangirled to me over Slashy everytime I mentioned her gives me so much life!! Hotty your smut is loved and people need more Slick series. Vic your writing is loved and your unwavering support of writers by consistent and thoughtful comments is appreciated and never goes unnoticed. Cata your art is loved and has made so many people’s day! 

I didn’t hang around much in the evenings and I’m sorry I didn’t make it to any disco, I just couldn’t do it despite my best intentions. But I did go to the Fannibal Musical and it was amazing! Wonderfully put together, especially considering this was an international project, and the every single song choice was genius. I took some photos and clips (which are on my twitter) as I had a great view - I also filmed the finale, including Hugh’s reaction to the alt ending!

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