How VICE media’s new platform Broadly STOLE my Caramel Curves project!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Broadly is supposed to be a station that VICE created to empower women. Broadly was allegedly created for women, by women and about women. They proudly boast about how they are feminists and are bringing women together. Don’t let this camouflage fool you like it fooled me. Broadly is a vulture. A soul sucking parasite that can only survive by leaching every ounce of original content from it’s host. I am a victim that Broadly chose as a host and extracted it’s ideas and original content from. A few months ago I shared with a friend that I wanted to turn my photo project about the Caramel Curves into a doc. This friend started working for Broadly, pitched my idea and in May they asked me if I would make a short doc about the Caramel Curves for them. They explained that it would be a celebration of my photographs and that I would have creative control over almost everything. We discussed my role as the co director over and over again. At a meeting with some of the Caramel Curves, Broadly assured them that I was co directing this project. The leader of the Curves told Broadly that the only reason why she was going to let Broadly make a documentary about the group was because she trusted me. She also told them that If I was not directing the film her and the gang were out. VICE promised me and the Curves that we would be shown the footage that was shot, weigh in on the editing, and approve of the final cut before the piece was published. I pushed for a crew from New Orleans but Broadly insisted on sending me a crew that was already VICE staff. After all they were facilitating the budget, so I agreed. After sending me a crew from New York City and a camera man from hell we spent a few days shooting this project. The conditions were incredibly stressful. It was a daunting task to get the dp to listen to anything that I told him. He refused all direction regarding his camera work, but was happy to have me direct the Curves. I should have trusted my gut and been more assertive but since one of the people that I was working with was a friend that I’ve known for over 5 years I decided to just roll with the punches. At one point my lovely subjects - smart and amazing Caramel Curves became very suspicious of VICE and Broadly and wouldn’t sign release forms. They also wanted a guarantee that they could have copies of the footage for their personal use. The crew and I discussed this obstacle and the camera man from hell came up with an idea. He callously said, verbatim “I just got back from Ghana where we were shooting a doc about boxing. You should just do what I did when I was there - just lie to them and tell them they are going to get what ever it is that they want. I mean, we are never going to see these people again.” I was absolutely appalled. That pretty much set the mood of the entire shoot. I felt pitted between my subjects who I much respect and the dubious Broadly crew. The Curves came out of the shoot unenthusiastic. They didn’t send their release forms to VICE. My “friend” at VICE put pressure on me to get them. I told her that we wanted to see the footage. She kept stalling… She would apologize and tell me it was coming. The pay check also never showed up, same story. I sent the releases, trusting my friend", and also VICE as a normal law abiding media outlet, to finish the project according to our contract. I was paid when they received the releases, but was never sent the dailies. No rough cuts, no outlines, no paper edits. Then, an email with a link to a rough cut, and a second email a day later saying sorry the piece is online! I was never able to show the Curves the edit, nor give my input. For this, and many other reasons, the piece is shallow. It kind of sucks compared to the real story of the Caramel Curves, which is beautiful. None of us in New Orleans are happy about the process at all. Vice doesn’t mind if we are deceived exploited and disposed then of. Last week Broadly launched their awful site and kicked it off with my Caramel Curves project. This is a project that I have spent 2 years working on. That friend that I was telling you about earlier, well she took most of the credit, and her little minions that got sent down from New York with her got whatever credit was left over. I complained to Hannah Gregg. She left me a voicemail and a text that apologised for what had been done and basically said that she knew they fucked up, but it was too late to do anything about it. I posted this story on my instagram and Tracie Morrissey, the creator of Broadly left me a few comments. She told me that I didn’t actually do anything for them and that I should be ashamed of myself for trying to claim this project as mine. VICE didn’t know what to do with creative women so they made a ghetto for them called Broadly. Please spread the word that VICE and Broadly are vultures and will do anything they can to steal original content from independent artists. Don’t let them take advantage of you or anyone that you know.
These celebrities came out this year, and that’s a great thing!
If you have come out as LGBTQ+ to
anyone, ever, you are familiar with the feelings: you know the pounding
heartbeats, the anxiety, the uncertainty and in most cases, the relief. It’s
no different whether you have three hundred or three million followers on
Instagram. Which is why, to celebrate National Coming Out Day,
let’s congratulate some of our favorite celebrities that took a big step and
came out during this past year!
The former RuPaul’s Drag Race
contestant came out as transgender during this year’s International Transgender
Day of Visibility. She uploaded
a video to Instagram revealing that she was going through hormone therapy
and identified as a woman. She said: “Thank you to everyone who has supported
me on this journey… if you are in transition, or struggling with your gender
identity, I want to hear from you in the comments and let’s be visible!”
The actor/singer who appeared in
shows such as Glee, came out as a
transgender man this year, revealing his new name through an Instagram post.
The Stranger Things and Riverdale
star came out as bisexual through
a tweet earlier this year. She talked about the issues that come with
coming out. “I know what it’s like to have anxiety about it,” she tweeted.
“Especially trying to come to terms with it and my faith. It can be really
scary… But it’s gonna be OK. You’re going to be OK. No, you’re going to be
great.” Yay Barb!
The Atlanta rapper came out as
gay, with a tweet
saying: “As a fashion icon, I can’t tell u about everybody else’s closet, I can
only tell u about mine, and it’s time I’ve come out.”
Lauren Jauregui and Halsey
Although both singers came out last year, this year they both make a strong statement for the LGBT community with the song collaboration, Strangers.
In 2016, Jauregui wrote
an open letter to Donald Trump voters denouncing homophobia, racism, sexism
and xenophobia. In the letter she referred to herself as a “bisexual
Halsey came out in 2015 as bipolar, bisexual and biracial. She has constantly defended her bisexuality, hoping to fight bi-erasure in the media.
So congrats to all for taking this huge step! Whether you have come out already, are in the process of or just need some time to do it, be proud and celebrate #NationalComingOutDay
Apparently, the rule of “if I fits, I sits” also applied to suitcases.
This was a problem that Kent discovered when he came back from the bathroom. Kit had decided the best place to sit in the entire house was on top of his folded clothes.
Laughing softly, Kent snapped a picture and posted it onto Instagram before he gently removed her from his suitcase so he could finish packing. She protested and tried to climb back in again as soon as he’d set her aside.
“You can’t come,” he told her, but she ignored him and hopped back in.
After the fourth time, Kent gave up and stretched out onto his bed. It only took a few minutes before Kit finally abandoned the suitcase and settled on Kent’s chest instead.
Celebrating Pi Day with Food Stylist and Home Baker Quelcy Kogel
To see more of Quelcy’s adventures in the kitchen, follow @withthegrains on Instagram.
Pittsburgh food stylist Quelcy Kogel (@withthegrains) has an insatiable sweet tooth and passion for fresh food. “I remember visiting my grandparents on their farm and my grandmother was always in the kitchen preparing. One meal would be finished, and she’d be planning the next one — making everything from scratch.” In college, Quelcy started paying attention to what she was eating, and that led her to studying seasonality and proper baking techniques.
Today, we’re celebrating #PiDay with Quelcy — who took on quite the project a few years back to celebrate. “I made little pies from all local ingredients and then delivered them to homes that had ‘314’ addresses,” she says of her creative concept. This year, she’s keeping it simple with one delicious apple pie.
So the reasoning behind this imagine is because I sinned really bad and read this incredible imagine, which you can go read here and it got me in the feels. sO basically it made me want to write an imagine like that just without all of the sinning ofc. But if you do go and read that imagine, good luck, I’ll see you on the other side.
Also please give me feedback! It’s really appreciated! Plus let me know if you’d like a part two, I’m willing to write one for this imagine.
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Description: Your brother is Harrison Osterfield, and your his younger sister (by like a few months, which he always teases you about which results in you both arguing), Tom is Harrison’s best friend, you’ve known him forever, but recently you started to feel different around him, making you rethink everything and worry about what Harrison would do if he found out the truth.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drinking
Word Count: 2,992
A/N: So it’s almost 4am, and I’m in the feels, and Tom just posted that picture of them in the hot tub. You’ve been warned.
“Hey Y/N, Tom is at the door can you go and open it?” Harrison shouted down the hallway, making you let out a loud groan of annoyance.
“He’s your best friend, why can’t you let him in the god damn door.” You yelled back, refusing to get off the couch as Tom patiently waited outside.
He could hear you both yelling back and forth, the usual banter between the two of you.
Harrison stormed down the stairs, sending you a glare, which you gladly gave a condescending smile back at him.
“Hey man! Sorry about that, Y/N wouldn’t get off her lazy ass and open the door for you.” Harrison spoke the last sentence louder than needed, making you roll your eyes.
You stood up, walking towards the two by the door, a fake smile plastered on your face.
“And I’m sorry my dumbass of a brother couldn’t walk down a few stairs to open the door for his best friend.” You patted Harrison hard on the back, making him glare at you once again.
Tom just stood there, watching you both argue back and forth, eventually you two would stop, but it usually took a few minutes.
“Don’t you have something better to do rather than annoy me and Tom?” Harrison let out a dramatic sigh, raising his eyebrows at you.
You let out a fake laugh, patting him on the shoulder.
“Oh brother, you don’t want to know what I’m doing later.” You winked, making Harrison’s eyes widen, along with Tom’s, as you gave a small wave to the both of them, before heading up stairs to your room.
“-Wait! What does that mean? Y/N!” Harrison called after you, but he only heard you laughing in response.
“That girl, I swear to god.” Harrison muttered, rolling his eyes as he walked into the kitchen, Tom following after him.
“What’s with her lately anyways? She doesn’t normally act like this, at least not that I remembered.” Tom questioned, opening a beer and taking a sip of it.
Harrison shrugged his shoulders, taking a sip of his beer also.
“I don’t know man, but I’m tired of it, I’m constantly having to look after her and make sure she doesn’t do some stupid shit.” He groaned, making Tom laugh slightly.
“I know she probably doesn’t say it much to you, but I think she’s really glad to have a brother like you.” Tom smiled, giving Harrison a thumbs up.
“Thanks man, it’s hard sometimes, she’s my sister, and I love her to death, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to her, even worse if someone dated her, lord.” Harrison muttered, taking another swig of his beer, before wandering outside to the pool, Tom alongside him.
You however, were texting your friends, they were planning on having a pool party later, which you were eager to go to.
The only problem was Harrison wouldn’t let you, especially with the swim suits you’ve been wearing lately.
You liked your body, you weren’t afraid to show it off either, but that’s exactly what made Harrison frustrated with you.
You packed your bag, stuffing in a swim suit, before heading down the stairs, your plan was to tell Harrison you were going out with your friends and that was it.
You wandered into the kitchen, looking for the two, before hearing music being played from outback.
You walked outside, seeing both Tom and Harrison in the pool, drinking their beers.
“Haz!” You shouted, but he didn’t hear you, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.
You walked over to the music, shutting it off, immediately catching their attention.
“What the hell Y/N.” Harrison shouted, making you smile innocently.
“I came out here to tell you I’m going out with some friends, I probably won’t be home until late.” You ran your fingers through your hair slightly, making Harrison look at you skeptically.
“Why so late?” He pressed, making you avoid eye contact for a split second, looking at Tom, who was also curious to hear your explanation.
“We, uh, are, um…” You trailed off, trying to make up some lame excuse, but Harrison was able to put it together before you could even manage to think of anything.
“Y/N, what’s in the bag?” Harrison questioned, getting out of the pool, motioning towards the bag you were trying to hide.
“Just stuff.” You shrugged, trying to play it off, but Harrison was too good at knowing your lies, and games.
“You aren’t leaving till I see what’s in that bag.” Harrison demanded, making you roll your eyes.
“It’s nothing! God! Why can’t I ever do something I want without you hassling me!” You shouted, shoving past him, making his jaw clench with frustration.
“Y/N, I swear to god if you leave this house..” He looked at Tom who was watching you cautiously, waiting to see what you would do next.
“What Harrison? What will you do?” You fired back, making both their mouths drop open, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of satisfaction.
“See you later boys.” You winked, before disappearing into the house and off to your friends pool party.
“I can’t believe she just did that, she’s so dead when she gets home.” Harrison ran his hands over his face frustrated.
“She’ll be okay Haz, she is your sister after all.” Tom made a point, making Harrison relax a tiny bit, just a tiny bit.
“Yes, I know she is, but that is also what worries me, she’s unpredictable.” Harrison looked at Tom, who nodded in response, that she was.
Hours passed and you were having the time of your life, the pool party was epic, everyone was doing whatever they wanted, drinking, dancing, swimming, anything you could think of.
You were drinking, a red solo cup in your hand, as you were dancing with your friends.
“Guys! We need to get a group picture!” Your one friend shouted, making you all squeal in response.
They gave a random guy their phone, “Okay ready? one, two, three, say partaaayyy!” The guy laughed as you all cheered after him, the flash going off, you all quickly rushed to see the outcome of the photo and it was perfect.
You all were laughing, your red cups in all of your hands, you all were just having fun, something you truly needed.
You all posted it on your social media, being a bit buzzed you didn’t really care at the time.
You then continued to party on, drinking and having the time of your life.
“Oh for fucks sake, what in the hell is this.” Harrison groaned out, seeing your newly posted picture on Instagram.
“Damn, where is she?” Tom questioned, looking at Harrison who was beyond pissed.
“Well, she’s supposed to be hanging with her friends, which in a way she is, but obviously she’s at a friends party, in a very revealing swim suit and clearly very drunk.” Harrison muttered, placing his hand over his mouth.
“I should have checked her bag, I mean look at that, who knows what guys are there.” Harrison set his phone down, going to grab another beer from the fridge.
Tom took this as his opportunity to actually see the situation, and sure enough there you were, red solo cup in your hand, laughing at something someone said, your bikini extremely revealing.
Tom blinked a few times, unable to believe you would actually do something like this, but at the same time he always knew you had a dark side, and he wasn’t going to lie, he liked it a tiny bit, just a tiny bit.
He sat there a few moments, trying to get those thoughts out of his head, why was he thinking like that? You were Harrison’s sister, and he was Harrison’s best friend, there was no way he could get involved with you.
Hours passed and you finally arrived home, drunk off your ass, you were giggling at literally anything.
“Where have you been Y/N? Shit you’re so trashed right now.” Harrison sighed, seeing your overly happy expression on your face.
“Hazzyyy!!” You squealed, making Harrison sigh once again and pick you up, there was no way you could make it up the stairs.
“That shit wasss crazzzyyy.” You giggled, as Harrison set you down on your bed, you immediately fell back staring at the ceiling.
“Y/N, what were you thinking? Someone could have taken advantage of you!” Harrison shouted, making you wave your hands.
“I never get to have fun, and it was time I did!” You protested, sitting up a bit too quickly as Harrison had to steady you.
“Tom can you grab Y/N a cup of water please?” Harrison yelled down the hallway, hearing Tom yell back in response and soon appear with a glass of water.
“Here Y/N, drink this.” Tom handed you the glass, you watched him walk over to you, your mind shutting off for a brief moment.
“Thanks.” You replied quietly, a small smirk on your face as you took the glass from Tom’s hands, purposely brushing your fingers against his.
You could see his breath hitch slightly, making you grin with satisfaction.
You glanced over at Harrison, then back at Tom who was doing his best to keep his thoughts out of his head.
“Hazzyy, can you get me some Advil?” You gave a small smile, seeing Harrison sigh in response.
“Watch her please?” Harrison looked at Tom who nodded slightly, before looking back at you.
You watched until Harrison slipped around the corner, making you smirk at Tom, who was doing his best to avoid your gaze.
“Something tells meeee that you’re hiding something Hollandddd.” You raised an eyebrow, standing up the best you could.
“Y/N, you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.
“Someone that doesn’t know what they’re talking about sure does make someone nervous.” You fired back, making him lock eyes with you.
It was that split second you felt something you hadn’t ever felt before, there was a spark, and you were sure as hell Tom felt it too.
You saw his eyes widen slightly, he wanted to look away, but he couldn’t, something happened, and it wasn’t good, he knew he was in trouble.
You soon remembered you were still in your swim suit, a grin spreading across your face.
“Tom, since Harrison isn’t back yet.. can you grab my clothes for me to change into?” You sat down on your bed, you were still buzzed, there was no doubt about that, but at this point you just wanted to mess with him.
“Uhm, sure..” He stuttered, rushing over to find you something to wear, which was extremely needed at this moment.
He quickly pulled a random outfit together, handing you the clothing, before turning around.
“Hope you don’t mind, I’m just going to change here.” You spoke barely above a whisper, making Tom shut his eyes tightly.
Don’t picture you, don’t picture you, don’t picture you, Tom thought to himself, praying Harrison would return as quick as possible.
You put the clothes on, just in time for Harrison to return, seeing Tom’s flustered expression.
“Everything alright in here?” Harrison questioned, looking between you and Tom.
“Everything is great.” You smirked, taking the Advil Harrison brought you, before crawling into bed.
Tom had quickly rushed off, needing to get out of there as soon as possible.
What was happening to him? Or the better question was, what was happening to you?
Tom knew you had been acting a bit strange the past few months towards him, but he never thought anything of it until tonight.
That was one of the hardest nights for Tom to sleep, the constant questions flowing through his head, as Harrison was fast asleep.
The night went by quick, and you were the first to wake up, your head throbbing even with the Advil.
You wandered down the stairs, popping two more into your mouth, washing it down with water when footsteps were appearing in the kitchen.
“Well what do we have here?” Harrison raised an eyebrow at you, making you sigh and rub your forehead.
“I know I know, I lied.” You muttered, making Harrison nod in agreement.
“I know, Y/N, you’re so lucky mom and dad aren’t home this weekend.” Harrison scolded, making you groan.
“What even happened last night? I don’t remember much.” You admitted, looking between Harrison and Tom.
“Not much, you were just your annoying self times ten.” Harrison teased, making you joke laugh with him.
You looked at Tom who you could tell was deep in thought, peaking your interest as Harrison was cooking breakfast.
“You alright Holland?” You questioned, propping your chin on the palms of your hands as you glanced over at him.
“Y-Yeah uh, just thinking. Um, so you don’t remember.. anything from last night?” He questioned, making you do your best to remember, and then it hit you.
Your eyes widened slightly, signaling that Tom knew you remembered, both of your cheeks flushed red.
“I’m gathering you remember a bit..” Tom whispered, making you nod your head slowly, your eyes never leaving the counter.
Tom was focused on Harrison making pancakes, then took a side glance at you.
“We need to talk about it.” Tom whispered, sending chills down your spine, which didn’t go unnoticed to Tom.
He bit his lip slightly, making you cover your mouth, what was going on? Why did Tom have this much control over you suddenly? What did you tell him last night? Your mind was wandering everywhere to try and put bits and pieces together.
You remembered the spark you felt with Tom, but that was it, and you couldn’t understand why it was happening.
“Last I checked, I was unpredictable, I’ll choose when we’ll talk.” You whispered back, smirking slightly seeing Tom’s surprised expression.
“Alright guys! Who would like one of Harrison’s famous delicious pancakes?” He grinned, turning around with his chefs hat on, a plate of pancakes in his hand.
You took a small glance at Tom, seeing him take one at you, before you both gave a nod and smiled at Harrison.
“Eat up! There’s more where that came from.” He chirped, before continuing to cook the rest of the breakfast.
You sat there, taking a bite of your pancake, as Tom was sipping his coffee.
You glanced over at him, taking another bite of your pancake, giving him a look, causing Tom to choke on his coffee slightly, while giving you a glare in the process.
On the 30th of August 2015, 18-year-old Jolee Callan and her ex-boyfriend Loren Bunner went hiking together.
It had been Loren’s idea to go for the hike and he took several photos of Jolee during it, this was the last one he took and posted on his Instagram with the caption: “Oh, Jolee the photographer.’’ Several minutes later, he shot his ex-girlfriend twice. Once in the back of her head and once between her eyes. He then shoved her from
the top of a cliff. Loren later called the police and confessed to the murder by saying: “I want to turn myself in for the murder of my ex-girlfriend that happened just a little while ago on Cheaha Mountain.” Later that evening police found Jolee’s body – still wearing her backpack. Loren said in a police interview that he had shot her as part of a suicide pact but he was unable to go through with killing himself. But police believed he had lured Jolee, who still wanted to remain friends with her ex-boyfriend, there to kill her because she wouldn’t take him back. The night before the murder, on August 29, Jolee had messaged a friend jokingly saying: “If something happens to me, you’ll know who I was with.”
Loren Bunner was charged with murder and was sentenced to 52 years in prison.
“I am so sorry Justin, but I really can’t make it.” Y/N
spoke into her phone, trying to keep herself from laughing.
“But you promised.” Justin whined.
“I know I did and I am very sorry for cancelling the last
minute, but I will try to catch a next flight tomorrow or day after.”
Justin sighed, she pictured him frowning and messing his
quiet long hair. “All right, okay, fine. But try to come as soon as possible.”
“I promise I will. Love you. I wish you all the best
“Thanks babe, love you, bye.”
Y/N couldn’t wait to hung up so she could burst out of
laughter. “You know you’re a real bitch, right?” Alfredo asked joining Y/N.
Y/N shrugged her shoulders and laughed some more. “This way
is better. Paparazzi won’t expect me, neither will the fans. I can walk
“But don’t you feel bad, like, don’t know, he will be bummed
because you’re not there to support him?”
“I thought about it, yeah, trust me this way is better. He
will be happier to see me.”
Alfredo shrugged his shoulders “What do I know.”
Y/N took her phone and scrolled through instagram a little
bit. Just as she was scrolling through one fans Bieber page, she got a text
“Bout to go on stage,
really wish you were here.”
She decided not to respond, making it more convenient that
she was busy doing, god knows what.
Few minutes later, they landed in Miami. The car was already
waiting for Alfredo and Y/N. it was already 11.35 p.m. She was hoping that by
the time, they arrive to Fontainebleau, it won’t be past midnight.
She wanted to celebrate new year with him, but considering
the traffic, she might be late.
They arrived at 11.56 p.m. Y/N took her hills off and
sprinted as fast as she could. In the distance, she could hear Justin’s voice
getting louder and louder.
She bumped few people on the way, but thankfully, nobody
stopped her to ask who she is. Once she reached the back stage, she gave
herself a few seconds to catch a breath and put her hills back on.
That’s when she heard the countdown. “Eight, seven, six.”
She fixed her hair and rushed on stage. She was hopping she looks okay. “Happy
New Year.” Justin screamed into microphone.
He was about to say something when Y/N hugged him from
behind, whispering into his ear. “Happy new year, babe.”
Quicker than a lighting, Justin turned around, enormous
smile shining over his face. He placed his hands on her checks, pulling her
The crowd behind them was going wild. Seemed like everybody
had a great time.
“Happy new year.” He mumbled into kiss.
Once they separated from the kiss, he pulled her into a hug,
placing his lips right next to her left ear. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t pull
this little prank on me, baby girl. Just wait till we get to the dressing room.
If we even make it to there.”
He kissed her ear and moved away, facing her with the most
innocence smile. Y/N’s heart started pounding faster than ever, and she felt
heat spreading all over her body. She wasn’t sure if she will be able to wait
She bit her lip, she was speechless. She wanted him, now,
and not a moment later.
“Oh don’t give me those sex eyes, honey.” Justin said and
turned to face the crowd.
“Give it up from my incredibly hot girlfriend everybody.”
Y/N smiled and waved at the crowd.
She turned around and walked backstage, finding a good
position to watch the rest of Justin’s performance.
He looked so good while he performed, and also very happy.
Her eyes observed every single one of his moves. Soon she got distracted with
the thoughts of Justin’s hot and wet mouth, tracing all the way from he
swallowed lips to her clit.
She pushed her thighs together ease the urge she felt, just
a little bit.
She was so distracted with her own dirty thoughts, that she
didn’t even notice Justin’s performance being over, and him now walking towards
Once he was standing right in front of her, she lifted her
head and bit her lip. He placed his finger under her chin and pushed her up.
His eyes focused on her lips, but he didn’t make a move.
When she tried to make one, he simply backed away, meeting
her gaze with a smirk playing over his lips.
“You see, you’ve been a very, very bad girl today. Teasing
me with “I can’t make it” and your little outfit.” Justin got closer to Y/N,
lowering his voice so only she could hear him.
“I know you want my tongue around your little tight pussy,
my fingers playing with your hard nipples, my dick in your mouth. I know you
want all of that baby girl, but daddy, you see, he wants to teach his little
girl a lesson, yeah. Which is, never tease daddy.” Justin licked his lips, once
again letting a smirk play over his lips.
Y/N sighed loudly, at that point she just wanted to push him
onto the nearest wall and fuck the shit out of him, but that wasn’t possible,
considering people in the room and his strength.
She simply nodded, focusing her eyes on the wall behind him
with a picture that was supposed to be artwork, but all she saw was one stick
and a circle. She really didn’t understand why people called that art.
“Now baby girl, I have to shower, but then we will hit the
party.” Justin took her hand and the walked the same way she ran not twenty
As soon as they walked out of the door, she had to put her
hand over her eyes, otherwise she would fall from all those flashlights.
Somehow they managed to get to the car without separating
and they soon took off. Justin sat as close to Y/N as he physically could,
placing his right hand on her thigh, slowly running tips of his fingers over
her inner thigh.
The tension was way too much to handle, so she placed her
hand on his leg moving it to his dick. She hoped he would change his mind and
they would stay in his hotel room.
Justin suddenly grabbed Y/N’s hand, as it was just inches
away from his dick and placed it on her leg. To punish her, he moved his hand
away and moved in his seat so they weren’t touching anymore.
At that point, Y/N wanted to scream out in frustration, in
the corner of her eye she could see Justin smirking before speaking.
“So how did you like my performance?” he turned his head to
look at her.
She was pissed and not really in the mood to talk, she only
shrugged her shoulders and simply added. “It was okay.” Turning her head
towards the window.
By his voice, she could tell he wasn’t pleased with the
answer. “It was okay?” He asked under the breath. “That’s all?” she didn’t
If he could tease her, she could give him a silent
“So that’s how’s
going to be, huh darling? All right, I’ll take it.”
From that moment on, neither of them spoke a word to each
other. Even though they arrived to the hotel in less than three minutes, to Y/N
it seemed like it was half an hour.
She quickly opened her door, which usually Justin does for
her, but she wanted to piss him off as much as she could. Two can play this
She heard him mumble something under the breath but she
didn’t bother to wait for him. She quickly walked towards the elevator, waiting
for it to open.
Justin immediately caught up with her, placing his hand on
her lower back, but just for brief five seconds. The door opened and they
walked in, each standing on their side of the elevator.
They quickly walked out, reaching the room number 265.
Justin unlocked it and she followed him in. she threw herself onto the bed and
closed her eyes.
She could feel Justin’s look all over her body and when she
hoped that he would change his mind, he walked into the bathroom.
She groaned and took her phone out. She opened snapchat and
tried out which new idiotic filters where there. After she posted few selfies,
she saw she had a missed call from her mother, so she rang her.
“Happy new year, honey.” Her mother yelled into phone. Y/N
could tell she was a bit tipsy.
“Happy new year, mom. Having fun in LA?”
“Oh it’s great here. There’s a lot of young hot boys here.”
Y/N could hear her father in the distance yelling something at her. “Whatever
Y/F/N” She simply yelled.
At that point Justin walked out of bathroom, his hair messy
and a towel wrapped around his waist. Y/N sat up and ran her eyes all over his
body, scanning him, from his head to his tiptoes.
“So are you two having fun?” Y/M/N voice shook her from her
daydream. “Mhm” Y/N mumbled into the phone.
“We’re just about to head to the party.”
“Well tell Justin hi and have a good time. P.S. it’s time
for me to become grandma.”
“Y/M/N” Y/n’s father yelled and Y/N just chuckled.
“All right mom, have fun. Love you.”
Y/N hung up and look in Justin’s direction. He was now fully
dressed, wearing a hat, black shirt, same colour jacket and white shorts.
“Ready?” he simply asked.
“Mom said hi.” He nod and started walking out.
He let Y/N go first and placed his hand on her lower back.
This time the ride down wasn’t so unpleasant and soon they were at the party.
They separated very quickly, Y/N headed to the bar, ordering
herself a strong Martini, while Justin went somewhere, only god know where.
“What is a girl like you doing alone on New Year?” a deep
voice asked Y/n and she slowly rotated herself to face a very good looking guy.
He was tall, bit taller than Justin, black hair with bluest
eyes Y/N has ever seen. She shyly smiled at him.
“Well I lost my boyfriend somewhere.” Y/N simply answered,
hoping that will send him away.
But he didn’t seem to recognise what she said, rather he
showed at the chair next to her, and she just nodded. A little company won’t
hurt, she was getting bored anyway.
“I am Tony”
“Y/N. Nice to meet ya.”
“Oh trust me pleasure is all mine.” She smiled at his
flirtatious comment and carried on. They talked for solid fifteen minutes, he
made he laugh so much, her stomach actually started to hurt.
She felt familiar hand on her back. “Hi I am Justin. The
boyfriend.” Justin offered his hand to Tony. His face was cold as ice, and Y/n
knew he was beyond pissed and jealous.
“So you’re the one that leave this fine lady, all alone.
Damn bro, you should keep a close eye on that masterpiece.” Tony said shaking
Y/n felt Justin’s grip getting tighter after Tony’s comment.
She could tell his ego was hurt, and she was hoping he would just bit his
tongue and let go. But she knew Justin.
“You might wanna watch your mouth, this is my girlfriend
you’re talking to.”
“Hey man, I’ve said nothing bad about your girlfriend.” Tony
lifted his hands up, clearly showing he wants no trouble.
“Tony it was nice meeting you, but I think you should leave
now. Thanks for the company, I appreciate it.” Y/N said.
Tony nodded and smiled, then walked away. Y/N exactly knew
what was following, and honestly she wasn’t in the mood for it.
“So I let you off for five minutes and you already find a
She turned her head to face him, with the most annoyed
facial expression she could make. “Don’t you even dare to start anything. He
was at least making me company, unlike someone here.”
“So you wanna fuck him?” Justin asked arrogantly.
“Fuck off Justin, go back to those bitches that you were
with all this time. You ain’t gonna ruin this night for me.” Y/N said and walked
“Where you going?” Justin asked walking behind her.
“Somewhere where no one is going to bother me.”
“Y/N where the fuck are you going? Answer me.” Justin raised
his voice. She turned on her tiptoes, lifting her hand to slap him, but she
stopped herself just in time.
“Go on, slap me. Go on, do it.” he provoked her, stepping
closer to her. Y/N rolled her eyes, groaned and started walking towards his
“So you’re just gonna walk away?”
“What do you want Justin? There is no more that needs to be
said or discussed.”
“Oh yes there is.”
She picked her pace and walked even faster. Soon she was in
front of his room door, waiting for him to unlock them, but he didn’t seem to
“And what would we need to discuss anymore?”
“You giving that guy sex eyes.” Y/N couldn’t believe her ears.
All night he keeps teasing her, she is about to explode and now he gives her
his jealous attitude.
It was kinda sexy, but all she wanted was to cum, not fight.
So she pulled him closer, grabbing his jacked and connecting their lips.
He pushed her against the doors, one hand placing on her
side, while unlocking the door with other. He pushed her inside, closing the
door with his leg.
He moved away from kiss and took his jacket off. Y/N placed
her hand around the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He observed her while
her hands traced up and how his chest.
He moved his hands on her back, unzipping her dress, letting
it hit the floor and revealing her naked body. “You are so beautiful.” Y/N felt her cheeks burning up.
Justin pushed Y/N onto bed and climbed over here. He
connected their lips once again, while placing his hand over her clit, making
little circles around it.
Y/N moaned into the kiss. “So wet.” Justin mumbled into
kiss, pushing his tree finger into her. She groaned from sudden pleasure.
Justin moved his lips to her hard nipples, nibbling on each.
She pushed her head deeper into the pillow, digging her nails into silky
He stick his tongue out and slowly traced it all the way to
her pussy. He placed few kisses around her entrance, before connecting his lips
with her clit.
Y/N screamed out in pleasure, shutting her eyes and enjoying
the moment. She pushed her hips higher, but he placed his strong hand on her
sides and held her down.
He hummed into her entrance, which only send shiver all over
Suddenly he got up and she whined at the feeling of
emptiness. He took his shorts off, exposing his grown length.
He took his dick in his hand and simply demanded. “Suck.”
Y/N got up and quickly took his dick into her mouth, never
leaving his gaze. His mouth fell open, little ‘fuck’ leaving his lips.
She sucked slowly,
swirling her tongue around the tip, but Justin grabbed her hair and moved her
head faster and rougher.
She knew he was close, so he pulled her away, pulling her up
for a rough kiss.
Y/N pushed Justin onto bed, she placed her legs on each side
and took his dick into her hands and placed it in front of her entrance. She slowly
pushed herself down, adjusting his length inside her.
She placed her hands onto his chest and started moving her
hips in a circle. He griped her sides, groaning.
“Keep doing that, baby girl.”
Y/N slowly started to bounce her hips up and down, eventually
picking up the pace. Their moans were getting lost in hot, steamy air that
their bodies produced.
Justin’s eyes focused on her bouncing boobs, moving his
hands to cup them, giving them a good squeeze. Y/N moaned loudly.
“You are so fucking hot, you know that, right?”
Justin got up, placing his hands on her back, taking her
breast in her mouth, nibbling on her sensitive nipples. Sucking around her
nipples, making sure to leave deep, purple marks, only visible to him.
Y/N felt her stomach clenching, her thighs started shaking. She
was so close.
“Mhm, s-so cl-o-o-se. Please le-t me c-u-um.” Y/N said quietly,
in between thrusts.
“Oh you wanna cum, baby girl? I don’t think so.” Justin picked
her up and turned around, hovering her. He pulled his dick out, only to slam
into her with his full rage.
Y/N screamed his name, almost cumming, but somehow managing
to hold it back. With each thrust it became harder and harder for her to hold
back. Because with every thrust he managed to hit her g-spot.
“Please, Justin” Y/N cried out.
“What? What do you want?” Justin demanded.
“Please let me cum.”
“I don’t know Y/N, only good girls get to cum, but you were
a very, very bad girl today.”
Y/N moaned loudly, she knew that if she won’t cum in next thirty
seconds, she will explode.
“But I think you have learned your lesson. Cum baby girl,
Her orgasm hit the climax, Y/N’s eyes rolled, her back
arched, and she digged her nails into his muscles. She screamed his name as
loud as she could, feeling like her lounges will leave her body.
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come.”
He rid of her orgasm as his was close, his thrust became
sloppier, harder and deeper. He groaned her name loudly, emptying himself into
Justin collapsed next to Y/N, both trying to calm down their
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You couldn’t help but chuckle as you scrolled through your Instagram.
“What’s funny?” Joe asked, looking down at you. You were on your back on the couch, your head on his lap, his fingers running through your hair. You passed your phone to him, showing him Caspar’s Instagram post with Maddie.
“They’re so cute,” you said, reaching up to toy with the strings of Joe’s hoodie.
“We’re cuter,” Joe smiled at you.
“I know,” was all you said, but Joe knew you well enough to read what you didn’t say. He took your hand, kissing the back of it gently.
The two of you were a very open couple when it came to each other, but not when it came to the rest of the world. Joe wasn’t really one to share his personal life, and that included you. You understood it, of course. After seeing all the hate on Maddie’s profile, or any girl who could possibly have any connection with any of the boys for that matter, you didn’t have to question why Joe wanted to keep your relationship a secret.
That didn’t mean it didn’t suck though. From no PDA in the vlogs to no social media posts, it was hard to keep up with sometimes. Joe was Joe, but Joe was also thatcherjoe, and not being a part of that side of his life was almost like missing a big part of him. Sometimes, you just wanted to post a cute picture of your boyfriend. All the thoughts made you feel selfish, so you never brought them up, but Joe saw right through you anyways.
“I wish we didn’t have to hide either,” he murmured to you. “I’d show you off to the whole world if I could.”
“You can you know. I’m sure I’ll develop a tough skin,” you replied.
“You shouldn’t have to.” His voice was sharp, and you tread carefully.
“I don’t understand why he has to drive me tonight, I can drive myself.”
Jason sighed through the phone, “(Y/N), you’re a terrible driver. Which explains why your license got suspended.” You rolled your eyes as you applied your lipstick. Tonight is Damian’s birthday party and he doesn’t know about the surprise. “Why couldn’t you drive me instead?” You asked.
“Because after you broke up all you two do now is go at each other’s throats, you should talk to him for real this time. You felt your cell phone vibrate and looked at the screen. You growled, Dick texted you saying he’s outside. You placed the phone back on your ear, “I gotta go,” You groaned, “He’s here.”
You both said your goodbyes and hung up. Deep down, you knew Jason was right. But there’s no point in talking to him, he has a new girl now. The same girl you caught him kissing on your bed.
And that same girl was your best friend.
Dick ran his fingers through his hair and looked at himself in the rearview mirror, fixing his tie and checking if there’s anything stuck in his teeth. Dick couldn’t believe Jason made him pick you up, he knew how much you despise him for what he didn’t do.
If only you’d just talked to him, then he could finally explain what happened. After checking himself out, he looked out the passenger window. His eyebrows shot up when he saw you walk down the steps of your apartment building. You looked like a goddess as the wind blew your long blue dress in the perfect angle, showing your beautiful legs.
Dick chuckled, “She just had to wear blue, huh?” He muttered.
He grinned when you opened the car. You quickly slid inside without a word, folding your arms as you looked straight ahead. Dick’s face fell into a frown, he felt a pang in his chest when you didn’t see him smile. He gulped, “Um…hi.”
“Just start the car.” You deadpanned, eyes looking straight out the window.
Dick sighed, “Okay then.” You two sat in uncomfortable silence as he drove by the woods. You wanted so badly to arrive at the manor and get the heck out of his car. You looked through the corner of your eye’s and bit your lip, he looks so good in a tux.
You looked back out the window when he finally spoke, “You’re wearing blue I see.”
“Not for you, that’s for sure.” You said icily, finally turning your head to look at him. That was a complete lie. You did wear blue for him, just to see if it got his attention. Ever since you broke it off with him you had a weird obsession with the color blue.
Dick glanced at you, giving you an are you serious look, “I didn’t say that I just wanted to say you look….beautiful tonight.”
“Ha! Beautiful my ass! You didn’t think so when you kissed my best friend!” You snapped.
You gasped when he swiveled the car into the woods, “What the hell, Dick!” You cried out, back hitting your car seat. You hand automatically gripped his shoulder. Dick drove full speed into the woods just barely crashing into the trees
You quickly snatched you hand off his shoulder when he stopped the car. He put it in park and turned his entire body to face you. “Do you really believe I would do that to you?” He growled, “Why can’t you be smart for once and understand that it’s not what you think!?”
You laughed sarcastically, ignoring your already fast beating heart, “So you think I’m stupid now!?” You took off your seatbelt so you can lean over to him and jab his chest with your finger, “I’m not the one who cheated!” You hissed.
He grabbed your wrist, “I didn’t say you were stupid!” He snarled, “And I didn’t cheat!”
“After learning how to stitch from my aunt who is around her 50’s now, I have decided to make her portrait. I have imagined her in her 30’s. Her life was not that easy, had depression issues since I know her. She loves reading, handcrafts (master of many types), traveling and crossword and never got married. On the wall there is ‘childless complete woman’ poster (ode to one of our politician’s statement about ‘childless women are not complete’).”
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Greyson Chance, the 19-year-old singer who got his start as a kid singing on YouTube and the Ellen Show, came out as gay in an Instagram post this week.
You might remember Chance as the amazing then-12-year-old who performed Lady Gaga’s Paparazzi at his school talent show years ago. Ellen signed him to her label soon after. He says he’s known he was gay since he was 16, but took his time to get ready to tell the world.
Here’s what he wrote on Instagram:
The decision to write this came after I received a message from a brave individual. Such message inspired me to shed light on an aspect of my private life which I have kept distant from my career in music. I came to fully recognize that I was gay when I was sixteen. I decided not to publicize my sexuality largely due to a matter of privacy, as I was still trying to find comfort and confidence within my own skin. Further, I always found conversations regarding music, politics, art, books – and the greatness of Nas’ catalog – to be far more interesting than what type of guy I was into. This is still true today. While this message is most definitely overdue, I encourage anyone who is navigating their sexuality to devote as much time as they need to the process of finding self-confidence, self-acceptance, and self-love. Hell, for me, it took years to write this message. Nevertheless, I figured now was the time to let a few more friends know that I am happy, I am here for you, and I am proud of who I am.
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It all began with snickerdoodles. Growing up in New Jersey, Michele Tanenbaum’s (@lucky_bites) health-focused mother wouldn’t allow treats in the house, but Michele managed to trick her into letting her bake cookies. “I convinced her it was creative,” she says. “And everybody has cinnamon and sugar. Snickerdoodles were my go-to.” Looking at the kinds of cookies she now dreams up for her Brooklyn, New York-based business Luckybites — named after her dog, Lucky — that early creativity has flourished. Trained as an apparel designer, Michele first got an inkling to turn cookie decorating into a profession when she was holiday shopping. “I was buying gourmet gift baskets to give to clients, and I realized that I could probably make them better myself,” she says. So, she took to coming up with her own recipes for everything from biscotti to Linzer hearts to thumbprints to sugar cookies. “I started to realize that I liked this way of being creative better than the clothing design.” For Valentine’s Day, Michele says she will be sketching just like she did during her fashion days. “But now I’m doing it with icing.”
Reylo and why it’s a problem beyond any shipper war….
part of many shipper wars over the years. Absolutely crazy and disgusting ones
that left me wondering why I had ever joined the fandom in the first place. I
have seen people call each other retarded and freaks over a ship and bully
people, stalk their social media accounts… I have seen people insult actors and
writers on social media over shipping - even sending them death threats (!!!!),
I have seen people insult the significant others of actors because their ship
wasn’t happening in real life as well… You name it, I’ve probably seen it. Some
of these things also take place in the Star Wars fandom and I find them just as
appalling and disgusting as I do in any other fandom. However I have become
used to this insanity to a certain point and so there is a level of
shipping-craziness I can ignore. Is this good? Probably not, but that’s simply
what happens when you are confronted with bullshit for years and years, you
become immune to it to a degree.
What I have
seen in the Star Wars fandom recently though has crossed my line…and sometimes
it has not just crossed it, it jumped past the line and blew itself into the
freaking stratosphere of unacceptable behaviour.
started out as somewhat of a crack ship, something that exists in almost any
fandom. The villain + the hero… people writing fanfics about it, enjoying the
idea. No problem so far because what you imagine in fics and have as a head canon
can be problematic and unrealistic. As long as you are aware of it and don’t
take it too seriously, everything’s cool.
started to blow out of proportion when people suddenly became convinced that it
will be canon. And that it’s the only acceptable, interesting canon, and that
the entire Star Wars crew is playing some giant goose chase game with the
fandom and only the Reylos get it. Shipping Reylo became some sort of detective
game that only the truly smart people can figure out. Hidden clues, fairytale
motives… Half of it seemed like we had suddenly entered a real life conspiracy
All of this
is weird and insulting the intelligence of non-shippers but it can still be
overlooked with an eyeroll. The real problems began when people started to
justify why Reylo is better than any other ship and entirely unproblematic. They
did not stop at plot points and hidden clues…no! In the course of defending
their ship as a realistic option for the future of Star Wars, huge issues arose
that made Reylo even MORE problematic instead of making it more acceptable.
Issue 1: The
treatment of Finn
Some of the
biggest treats of any ship are obviously other ships that involve one of the
characters. In case of Reylo the biggest treat is Finnrey, ie. the ship between
Rey and the character she spent the majority of time with during TFA. This ship
somehow had to be discredited. Looking at the dynamic between Finn and Rey in
the movie, making this ship not just unrealistic but downright horrible should
be quite a challenge. Yet it was shockingly easy for the Reylo fandom. Not by
using any valid plot points, but by stepping over lines that should never be
crossed, not only in fandoms but in society in general: racism, homophobia and
for many reasons, an absolutely groundbreaking and incredibly important
character in the Star Wars franchise. Played by John Boyega, a man of colour,
he is one of the few POC lead characters in any major franchises, cinema and TV
alike. But not only that, the character himself is representing an incredibly
important arc: A person brainwashed by an ideology for most of his life
questioning this ideology and breaking free from it, breaking out of a facist
organisation, refusing to follow their blind ideals and joining the fight
against them. Finn becomes a hero in TFA for many reasons. He saves Rey, the
other lead of the movie, several times and it is obvious she adores him. So the
version of Finn we are presented with in TFA is that of a hero who becomes best
friends with the heroine.
many members of the Reylo fandom considered it necessary to reinterpret this
version of Finn to the point he became unrecognizable to justify why he is
wrong for Rey. The fact that he broke out from the First Order suddenly became
an act of cowardness because he was not strong enough to kill for them. His
fear when he ran away from the facist organisation that turned him into nothing
more but a number was interpreted as weakness. Him pretending to be a member of
the Resistance was not seen as the act of someone ashamed of where he came from
or someone who thought no one would trust him if they knew the truth – it was
seen as a character flaw. His lie to personally get to save Rey from the First
Order was interpreted as a sign of him being a pathologic liar instead of
someone who would do everything for his friend. Even his motives were questioned…wondering
if he REALLY left the First Order or might just be a double agent, trying to
infiltrate the Resistance, even though there is absolutely no evidence for it
in TFA! The fact that a man of colour is villainized, ridiculed, made out as
weak and essentially a loser, who did everything just because of fear and
because he is a liar, when all of his character’s storyline does originally
make him look like a hero, is wrong on so many levels that I don’t even know
where to start - and all of this seemingly to justify why he is not a suitable
love interest for Rey! The fact that people did this with ease can’t help but
make you wonder if they could do so because of their internalized racism. In
this scenario a black man is made unworthy of a white heroine, even though his
character was meant to be a hero just like she is. Turning a black man into a
pathetic loser, even though his storyline contradicts it completely, falls
right into racist behaviour patterns… especially if you do so to justify why a
white character, who was constructed as a villain, is a better choice for the heroine
than the black character who was constructed as a hero.
however just one kind of mistreatment Finn receives. Other scenarios involve
Finn being gay to get him out of the way as a love interest for Rey. This way
of thinking does not interpret Finn as gay for the sake of equality and
representation but mainly to make him unsuitable as a love interest for the heroine.
To use the sexuality of a character only to make room for a ship is obviously a
totally wrong way of approaching homosexuality in fiction. Connected to this is
people’s reception of some of Finn’s characteristics: for whatever reason many see
Finn as unmanly, because he shows fear and seeks for support in dangerous,
scary moments. This apparent unmanliness of his made some come to the
conclusion that he is gay. So a man who does not fit into stereotypical ideas of
how a man should be like… of course has to be gay, implying that a gay man is
unmanly due to his sexuality? URGHS! If this is not the conclusion drawn by
people, another popular one is that the “unmanly” Finn is not strong enough for
Rey. Yet many of the people who express these ideas have no problem with Finn
potentially being with a WOC who will be introduced in the Last Jedi. So he is
too weak for Rey but not for an Asian woman they know nothing about? Does this
scream racism? It obviously does…
tactic is….ignoring Finn. Removing him from all discourse, from all fan art and
fan fics, erase him in pictures and switch him for Kylo Ren. Not only does this
make no sense looking at the actual movie, but it removes the movie’s black
lead from his rightful position. You can’t tell me it doesn’t leave a sour
taste in people’s mouths if TFA’s black hero is switched for the white villain?
In the end it’s the erasure of a black person, no matter how you look at it.
And that is just WRONG.
summarize: If your tactics to convince people of your ship involve sidelining
and demonizing a POC character or discrediting a man because he doesn’t fit
into stereotypical masculine characteristics… you got a problem.
The racist attacks towards other fans and John Boyega
to pretend this is a tiny issue and does not reflect the fandom but… Something
like this can never be a tiny issue! I am not saying that no vile, wrong
actions took place outside of the Reylo fandom (check out the very beginning of
this post…I acknowledge the usual shipper war insanity, which did take place
from all sides, not denying this for a second) – however there is a difference
between people insulting each other for a ship, and people sending anonymous
messages full of racist slurs to people of colour in this fandom because they
are against Reylo or adore Finn. That is, to put it mildly, an absolute
catastrophe and the fact alone that this sort of behaviour was inspired by a
ship is shocking. If you then remember that one character of this ship is in
fact a facist… It has “abort mission” written all over itself. Yet people did
not even manage to keep their trash inside of the fandom… it made its way into
the comments section of the actors’ social media accounts. One much cited
incident took place on Daisy Ridley’s instagram page, where people threw around
racist insults towards John Boyega. If anyone has followed her, they will know
she took down her instagram. I can only assume that this incident did not do
anything positive for her view of social media. Since apparently this is still
not enough, some racists feel the need to spread lies about John Boyega,
turning him into a sexual predator even… I don’t think I have to explain that this
is absolutely, utterly unacceptable!! From slight, internalized racism to open,
inexcusable racism - we have now seen it all. This has to stop! And it will not
stop by the Reylo fandom insisting it’s not all of them. Of course it isn’t.
But that doesn’t make it any less of a giant problem! I could as well now draw
the conclusion that Reylo fans are okay with shipping Rey with a facist because
they are okay with facism…. and racism. It would be unfair to many of them,
sure… but let’s be serious…can anybody be blamed if they come to this
conclusion at this point? And is it such a crazy idea to assume that this ships
draws in racists and facists??
The reinterpretation of Kylo Ren as a misunderstood anti-hero
preferred way to make the villain Kylo Ren worthy of Rey is to try and explain
why he is the way he is. This goes beyond a serious psychological analysis of
why he turned into a facist murderer. It is used to turn him into a guy who is
not responsible for his actions and actually kinda nice. “Poor Ben Solo was
targeted by Snoke in the womb, in the WOOOOMB!! He couldn’t do anything about
it. His childhood was traumatizing (why exactly we do not know), he had nobody
and so of course he fell into Snoke’s hands, the poor boy! He is so lonely and
misunderstood!” I can’t even count how often I have read these kinds of things.
Yet in TFA itself we have examples of people who were brought up by the First
Order (Finn) and abandoned by their parents on desert planets (Rey), but
neither of them follows Kylo Ren’s path at this point. Neither of them is
drowning in self pity and going around killing and torturing people. So
resistance is possible, even IF you are related to facists and even IF some
dark force is targeting you. Portraying Kylo Ren as the victim of this
storyline is doing injustice to all the people who suffered from his actions.
He is not a brainless puppet. He made a decision. Maybe he will realise himself
that it was the wrong one… but never in Star Wars has it seemed like those who
join the Dark Side did so because they were brainwashed and had no other
choice. Mostly they did it for selfish reasons and from everything we can see
at this point, so did Kylo Ren. Does his background story make it
understandable why he became evil? It seems so. It is meant to. But it is not
meant to excuse his behaviour or make him a victim. Anakin, even before he
became Darth Vader, always had the potential to be evil because of his
character traits. It is the same for Kylo Ren and also Luke. Luke chose to
become a Jedi and Kylo Ren chose the Dark Side. So no, he is not innocent, he
isn’t a victim, he isn’t an anti-hero… He is a murderer, plain and simple. So
turning him into some emo Disney-Prince is nothing but disturbing. It alters
the story and changes what he truly is. Many do this to make him worthy of Rey
and so that they can keep the illusion alive that he can be completely redeemed
and fall into her arms. This is however not logical and should not happen under
any circumstances if the Star Wars writers take their own writing and the
legacy of the saga seriously. A facist and murderer is no misunderstood puppy.
He is evil. If people romanticise him, they have issues. But then there’s also
a serial killer fandom, right? And tbh I see clear similarities between that
and some of the Kylo Ren fandom…
Diagnosing Kyle Ren with all sorts of mental illnesses does not make him a better
person either. Nowhere among the symptoms of depression, PTSD etc. will you
find “turns person into a facist killer”. The idea alone that blaming his acts
on what could be a mental illness is insulting every single person who struggles
with mental illnesses! It makes it seem like they are all potential murderers!
This is HORRIBLE!
The acceptance and downright glorification of a facist regime
If only all
members of the Reylo fandom tried to make it a possibility by redeeming Kylo
Ren. This is of course also problematic to the moon and back, yet it is still preferable
to the other option, which is to say that he has the right to do what he does.
I have seen people say that the Republic is evil and someone had to do
something against it, so what if they take drastic measures? (like killing
everyone??) I have seen fanfics were people wrote about Nazi experiments like
it’s some kind of kink. I have seen people call Kylo Ren and Hux “extra”, as if
they were some fun drama queens and not members of a facist regime. I have seen
people who hope Rey becomes evil, so that she and Kylo Ren become some evil
super couple. What is this meant to say about the people who do and say these
things? Some of them seem to see all of this as some joke, pointing out again
and again that it is not real. Sure, supporting this in real life is a huge
step further than squeeing over murderers in fiction… however if you see your
views as unproblematic and hope they will find support in canon… God, I don’t
even want to think about this… it’s just NUTS.
Issue 5: The
interpretation of abusive behaviour as sexy and romantic
To make the
scenes Kylo Ren and Rey share in TFA romantic, they require a certain interpretation.
Take the torture scene. People say things like “He was sitting by her side,
waiting until she wakes up herself because he didn’t want to wake her” So we
have a villain that ties up a heroine to get information out of her. He sits
down and watches his prisoner for a certain time, waiting until the prisoner
wakes up. The idea that he admires her looks in this scene is something I have
often seen as an argument why this scene is romantic. However people seem to
ignore that this is not, let’s say, a friend who is staying in the same place
with someone and watches them sleep. This is a villain who knocked out a woman,
tied her up and now waits for her to wake up to get information out of her. Is
this really a romantic situation or a creepy one? Another argument as to why
this scene is romantic is that he apparently holds her captive in his private
rooms. I have no idea if there is any evidence for this, but is it really
romantic that a villain keeps a woman imprisoned in his private rooms to read
her mind? Or is it an abusive action by a kidnapper who clearly has disturbing
ideas? I mean imagine you get knocked out and kidnapped by someone and then
wake up in a dark room, with the person who kidnapped you watching you in
silence? Would you find this creepy or cute?
Even if we
take a look at the kidnapping scene itself people can’t seem to get over the
fact that Kylo Ren carries an unconscious Rey. Could this be a romantic moment
in another context? It surely could be. IF he had not been the one to knock her
out in the first place, and IF he was not carrying her into his spaceship to get
information out of her (by torturing her with his powers)! We are not watching
a man carrying his unconscious love to safety. We are watching a villain carry
the unconscious heroine into the enemy’s headquarters. This is a scary
situation, NOT a romantic one!
we have to end this with their final fight. Arguments I’ve heard mainly talk
about how he did not kill her because he has a soft spot for her. Not only does
this ignore the fact that he was quite severely injured during this scene but
also the obvious reason why he is so interested in her. He wants her power. He
wants to train her, wants her to join HIS side of the force because she is
crazily powerful. Is her unique power enough of a reason not to kill her at
this point? Of course it is! People who are strong with the force are rare and
special. You do not just chop their heads off if they don’t directly do what
you want. So no, this is again not a romantic scene. It is a scene between the
villain of the movie and the heroine where he is trying to bring her to his
side. Something else I keep hearing is that they apparently exchanged romantic
looks when she escapes and he lies in the snow. He was just defeated by a scavenger
from a desert planet! He, the mighty Kylo Ren! He knows that there probably won’t
be a way around her on his way to power! And she knows that the head of the
First Order wants to get his hand on her because of her power, because of
something she never wanted to be part of. This is a “Holy Shit, this is our
future” – moment. This is the start of an epic fight. Not two lovers staring
longingly at each other!
All scenes between Rey and Kylo Ren get reinterpreted as romantic, even if they
are creepy, abusive and potentially lethal. Dare I claim that they would not be
seen as such if they would not take place between a young woman and a young
man? The fact though that these two people could theoretically put together
their sexual organs should not make these scenes romantic or nice or hot. That
people interpret them this way is more than problematic and makes it look like
they find abuse, kidnapping and trashing each other with light sabers cute,
when it would honest to God not be in any other context.
The sidelining of Rey in favour of Kylo Ren’s character development
arguments for Reylo seem to centre around Kylo Ren and the redemption this
relationship could bring to him. No words about why it is a great idea for Rey
or why it should further her character development to fall for the villain.
Kylo Ren often suddenly takes the position of the hero, it becomes his
storyline and she, the actual heroine, becomes an asset that is being used to
make him a better person. She is supposed to save the lonely, misunderstood man
from his misery. Why she should do this mostly seems obscure. Most of these
scenarios are combined with Issue 3. Kylo Ren’s crimes are downplayed, so that
Rey can fall in love with him and “save” him. So again… canon Kylo Ren’s
actions have to be reinterpreted and canon Rey’s storyline shoved aside in favour
These six issues are my main reasons to stay
away from the Reylo fandom. I have mostly experienced it as a toxic space for
reasons that go beyond the usual shipper war problems. Even though I have read
some of the theories and tried to stay open-minded… it was simply not possible
looking at all the problematic and sometimes downright disgusting things that
were happening all around. I only hope for the sake of Star Wars that Reylo
stays nothing but a fanon ship and that this will somewhat calm down the
situation. Canon Reylo could give power to people who clearly should not have any.
Y/n tugged the elastic band out of her hair, the dark locks tumbling down around her shoulders. She ran her fingers threw her hair, fluffy it up slightly and frowning into the webcam on her computer. Her and Jared had a Skype call scheduled in ten minutes.
She’d never been more nervous before in her life. Y/n wasn’t completely sure what to talk to him about, let alone what to even call him. Jared? Dad? She had so many questions for him. She wanted to know about his family, his job, his life.
Y/n opened the Skype website, waiting for the call to come through. She thumbed her fingers against the desk, and jumped in her seat when she saw that Jared was online.
Y/n internally battled with herself, Should I call him or will he call me? Don’t just sit there waiting, do it. No, don’t seem desperate, let him do it.
Before she knew it, she was getting a call from Jared. Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was meeting him for the first time. Sure, she’d stalked his Instagram and googled him, but now she was actually going to talk to him.
Y/n quickly hit accept before she could talk herself out of it. The screen stalled and loaded for a minute, then flashed up with the image. Y/n couldn’t help, but smile at the view of the smiling man on the other end.
“Hey,” Jared cried excitedly, happy to be talking with her again.
“Hello!” There was a minute of awkward silence as neither knew what exactly to say to start the conversation. They were total strangers.
“So how was school yesterday?” Jared winced as he heard himself ask it. What a lame question, but he just wanted to start a conversation.
“It was okay, I’m just holding out for winter break later this month. We’ve got lucky with a long one this year.”
“How’s school going?” Maybe asking about school wasn’t such a bad idea, it was an easy, safe topic to start with.
Y/n blushed, “I’ve always done well in school and enjoyed it. I’m in all honor and AP classes this year. English is my favorite. I’m a junior this year.”
Jared smiled proudly, “That’s awesome! Do you play any sports or do you have any school activities? What about that job you mentioned the other day? You said you needed your birth certificate for a job.”
“I like art a lot. I’ve taken a bunch of art classes in school and I joined the set design crew for theatre at school. I got a job at the art museum downtown.”
“I can’t wait to see some of your artwork sometime.”
Y/n shivered and it didn’t go unnoticed by Jared, “You alright?”
“Yeah, it just started snowing here this morning so it’s getting a lot colder.” The corners of Jared’s lips turned down, guess Tiffany moved from San Antonio.
“Where do you live?”
“Pennsylvania.” Jared sighed, Pennsylvania was so far away. He hadn’t even thought about the fact that maybe she would live so far.
Y/n bit her lip, Jared looked unhappy, “Is something wrong?”
Jared cursed himself, his displeasure must have shown. “No, of course not! Pennsylvania is just so far away from Texas.” Y/n sighed and Jared tried to quickly reassure her. “But we’re not gonna let that stop us!”
“Is it just you and your mom up there?” Jared asked curiously.
“And my dad- step-dad I guess, Dan.” Y/n was still flustered over the whole thing.
Jared gave her a soft smile, she’d grown up with this Dan as a dad and he didn’t hold it against her that she still thought about him that way.
“It’s okay, I get it. He’s been your dad your whole life. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Jared reassured her and Y/n looked relieved. “What did your mom end up doing? Did she become a nurse like she always talked about?”
Y/n nodded and lightly smiled, “That’s where she met Dad, he’s a doctor. How about you?”
“I’m married to a wonderful woman named Genevieve. We have two sons, Tom and Shep and she’s pregnant with our third child, a little girl.”
Y/n’d never had siblings before, “Wow, I’ve got brothers.”
Jared grinned, “Yeah! They’re gonna be so excited when they find out they have an older sister!”
“How old are they?”
“Tom is 4 and Shep is 2.” Wow, they were a lot younger than Y/n, but she was still excited. She’d always wanted brothers or sisters and now she had two, soon to be three.
“I’d always wanted siblings.”
“They are gonna be bugging the crap outta me when they find out. They’re defiantly going to want to talk to you immediately.”
“I can’t wait to talk to them either,” Y/n was happy, her first real conversation with Jared, was going well. At first, she’d been worried, but Jared was easy to talk to and he seemed so kind.
“They’d love to meet you too, as would I. Maybe we could have you come out to see us soon.”
Y/n smiled brightly, she was excited, but nervous to meet them all in person. “That would be great.”
a/n: this didn’t end how i wanted it to but it’s still pretty cute. (this isn’t the fluff I’ve been talking about. this is queued)
You opened the room to the dressing room Shawn was in, and when you did, you saw Shawn lock his phone very quickly, and Zubin whipped his head to look up at you. “Um, did I interrupt something?” You asked, looking between the guitarist and your boyfriend.
“Just wanted to know if you wanted something from the food court. Saw some really good-looking soft pretzels out there.” You jabbed your thumb towards the exit.
Shawn nodded. “Two, please. With mustard.” He chuckled at the way your face scrunched up when he said that, knowing your distaste in the yellow condiment. “Here,” Shawn said, taking out his wallet. “I’ll pay.” He handed you a twenty-dollar bill, knowing the prices at those vendors were vastly overpriced.
“I got it, babe.” You shook your head, not wanting to accept his money.
Shawn looked at you, slowly walking towards you. “I want to pay for it. Let me.” He said, stuffing the bill into the back pocket of your shorts. He squeezed your ass as he did so, and your face turned cherry red as you left.
Shawn peeked out after you left, making sure you weren’t coming back for a few minutes. “So, do you think that one’s good?”
Zubin nodded, looking back at the website Shawn pulled up on his phone. “It’s quite the rock.”
“Yeah, but I mean, she’s worth it, y’know?” The singer looked at the man in front of him. “I’d buy everything she’s ever wanted- if she’d let me. Hates it when I spoil her.” Shawn shrugged.
Zubin stood up, and clapped the singer on the shoulder. “It’s a girl thing, trust me. I get it, too.” He went over to craft services, and picked up one of the water bottles that was sitting on the table.
After the concert, you helped everyone pack up the mics and other equipment, mostly so you didn’t feel like a burden while Shawn was busy showering.
“You doing anything exciting for your anniversary?” You asked Zubin, knowing his wedding anniversary was coming up.
He looked at you. “Well, considering it’s in a few days, and we have a show the day after, I’m having a big bouquet delivered to the house.” Zubin said. “Your anniversary is coming up, too, right? Few weeks?” He asked, looking at you.
“Yeah, three years. Wild.” You walked with Zubin back to the dressing rooms, and sat on the couch across from him. “Shawn said he had something planned, but last time that happened we ended up playing hockey and I ended up in the ER with three broken fingers.”
Zubin laughed, looking up when the door opened and Shawn walked in, wearing his black jeans and a loose shirt. “What’re you guys talking about?”
“Anniversaries.” You said, not seeing the look Shawn have the guitarist. “And just how last time you said you had something planned, I got three broken fingers.”
Shawn pouted, he hated when you brought that up. “Stop, you know that makes me feel like the shittiest boyfriend!”
You kissed his forearm, since he was leaning on the couch behind you. “You’re not a shitty boyfriend.” You said, craning your neck so you were looking up at him.
Everyone started to pack up and head out to the busses after that, so you stood up, and yawned. Shawn took your hand, and the two of you followed the band outside. Fans started screaming when they saw the two of you walking together, most of them loved the relationship you two had. Shawn waved at the fans above him, and blew kisses their way.
A couple of weeks later, Shawn had a few days off from playing shows, and one of those was your anniversary, so you were extremely happy. You woke up in the hotel bed, and smiled when you remembered what day it was. “Goodmorning, my love.” Shawn smiled, locking his phone when he saw you were up.
“Mm, morning.” You smiled, stretching. “Happy anniversary.” You moved up so you could kiss him.
“Happy anniversary.” He smiled, meeting your lips. “Have a nice rest?” Shawn asked, and you glanced at the clock. It was nearly 10 in the morning.
“The best.” You yawned, looking at your phone. There were dozens of Instagram notifications, and some texts from your family and friends.
The two of you spent the morning in the hotel room, dining on microwave waffles and hotel-grade coffee, but you were happy as long as you were with Shawn.
That evening, you and Shawn got back to the hotel just in time to miss some dinner reservations Shawn forgot he made. “Shit! I forgot!” He smacked his forehead with his palm, shoulders dropping. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Honey, what’s wrong? It’s just dinner.”
Shawn fished something out of his pocket. “It- it wasn’t just going to be a dinner.” He said, flashing you the silver ring decorated with diamonds. “I was gonna do this after dessert, but since we missed out on dinner, and I can’t wait any longer,” He got down on one knee, rolling his eyes when one of his knees popped. “Will you do the incredible honor of becom-”
“Yes!” You nodded, not letting Shawn even finish his sentence. “Yes! Of course!” You nodded, kissing him.
Shawn’s eyes lit up while he slid the ring onto your finger, and you looked at him. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too. I can’t wait to call you Mrs. Mendes.” Shawn whispered, picking you up and dumping you onto the bed. “Happy anniversary, doll.” He said, locking his lips to yours once more.
The following day, you and Shawn hopped back onto the tour bus, and Geoff’s eyes instantly looked at your hand. “Finally popped the question, eh?”
Shawn rolled his eyes. “Shut up.” He chided, going to talk to the band.
You laughed, sitting next to Geoff. “How long have you known he was going to propose?” You asked, twisting the ring.
“He bought the ring four months after your two-year anniversary.” Geoff informed you, and your jaw dropped.
“Eight months?” You were going to say more, but your phone lit up from a notification. You opened instagram, to see a photo of you and Shawn from the previous day. Thanks to whoever took this photo, but I just wanted to let you guys know that she’s officially mine! Can’t wait for you guys to see her reaction! #FromFanToFam.
“You filmed it!?” You asked, yelling loud enough so Shawn could hear you from the back of the bus. The only answer you got was a chorus of laughter.
a/n: hi all i ever want to write is shawn being a sweetheart and doing nice little things like proposing and being a sweetest boyfriend
Summary: Sansa is kind of YouTube famous and decides to vlog her family holiday for her viewers but her first video has unexpected results.
The thing is Sansa didn’t mean to get into YouTube. She had aspirations of being a theatre actress, doing Shakespeare on the West End or something equally as prestigious, but one drunken night at uni, Sansa decides the world is in dire need of a video on how to do your makeup drunk. It’s not her proudest moment and she even uploaded it without any editing whatsoever, but somehow, by the time she woke up the next morning, she already had over 100,000 views. It’s utterly bizarre and – well, it’s kind of cool. Jeyne thinks it’s good exposure because it’s not like she can’t just quit YouTube if she wants, so she uploads a couple more videos. One of her doing the everyday beauty routine challenge and another drunk one where Jeyne and her drink wine and talk about fuckboys. By the end of the month, she’s kind of YouTube famous and life ceased to make sense anymore.
Her family at least thinks it’s hilarious. Robb constantly asks to appear in her videos and her views skyrocket each time because according to her fans, her brother is ‘so hot holy shit let him impregnate me’, which is really, really disgusting. Occasionally Bran will join her if he’s visiting her at uni and they’ll just drink and review movies or shows together. The only two people who adamantly refuse to have anything to do with her channel are Arya and Rickon. Rickon’s still in that awkward teenage phase where hanging out with his older sister is uncool and Arya just scoffs at YouTube in general. But when the trend of vlogging starts taking off, Sansa decides to give it a try. She’s going on holiday with her family and a few of their friends, so it’s the perfect opportunity to test it out.
– although not everyone thinks so.
“Get that fucking camera out of my face, Sansa,” Arya spits out as they stand in the queue waiting to check in their luggage. Sansa sticks out her tongue and her sister rolls her eyes in exasperation. They’ve always had an antagonistic relationship, as sisters do, but it’s gotten worse with YouTube. Sansa doesn’t really know why but she doesn’t want to dwell on it either. Arya can be a cow so it’s probably just that.
Sansa turns the camera to Robb, who’s wearing a greying hoodie, sunglasses perched on his nose and an empty Starbucks cup in one hand. “Hungover, Robb?”
He looks up blearily, notices the camera and flashes a weak smile. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” Looking directly at the camera, he adds, “listen, kids, if your best friend breaks up with his girlfriend and you think it’s a good idea to go cheer him up with a bottle of whiskey eight hours before flying, don’t.”
Arya, Bran and Rickon snicker, but Sansa is a little frozen with this new piece of knowledge. “Wait…” But she doesn’t get a chance to ask because Jeyne comes bounding forward with her hot pink suitcase rolling behind her.
“Morning, Starklings!” she greets brightly – to much groaning from her siblings. She plants a kiss on Sansa’s cheek and squishes Robb’s face between her hands. “Hi, sunshine. Saw your Instagram story last night. Looks like you and Jon had a great time.”
“Story? What story?” Robb questions, rubbing his cheeks, before his eyes widen. “Noooo, I didn’t. Did I? Shit.”
“You did, you so very did,” Jeyne chirps, as she turns to the camera with a wave. “Our resident heartthrob here took our resident grump to a strip club.”
“What!” shouts all four Stark siblings, Sansa included.
Arya punches Robb in the shoulder. “Why would you do that to Jon? Does he look like that would cheer him up? He’s not you or Theon.”
Her brother rubs his shoulder, glaring at Arya. “Drinking games weren’t working! And he didn’t want to talk about it so…” He shrugs sheepishly. “We were out of options.”
“That’s so like you, Robb,” Sansa says on a sigh. “Maybe you should’ve just left him alone.”
She doesn’t usually voice her opinions on any matter involving Jon – mostly because she doesn’t think she has a leg to stand on. They’re not friends, not in the way he is with Robb or Arya or even Bran and Rickon. Actually, she seems to be the only person he doesn’t get along with. But she knows him. He’s Jon. He’s the guy who sat with her on her fifteenth birthday when she walked in on Joffrey making out with Margaery. He’s the guy that drove her home when she got drunk for the first time at seventeen and was too terrified to call Robb or her parents. He’s her grumpy knight in shining armour and she’s been in love with him for six years, so she knows him, probably better than Robb does, but of course no one knows that.
“Speak of the devil!” Arya exclaims as she walks quickly towards Jon, throwing her arms around his waist in a tight hug. He chuckles and wraps his arms around her. Sansa watches them whispering to one another, Arya rolling her eyes and then Jon ruffling her hair with fondness. It twists something inside of her that makes her shut the camera off and look away.
“Are you okay?” Jeyne says under her breath so only Sansa can hear.
She nods mutely, not wanting to say anything to betray how painful it’s always been to see Jon interact with her siblings, how effortless their friendships are and the stark contrast it is to how he is with her. She doesn’t need him to love her back, not in the way she loves him, but she can’t even have his friendship and that stings.
“Morning,” Jon greets as he reaches them with Arya tucked under his arm. “So I guess you’ve all heard.” They nod and there’s a round of commiserations. “Okay, good. Now that that’s done with, let’s not bring it up again.” His voice is teasing but there’s a sharpness to it that means Jon’s serious, so they all laugh and carry on, changing the topic to whether their flight will be delayed.
Theon’s the last to arrive, and thankfully by that point, the queue’s moved up enough that they only have to wait a further five minutes to check in. Her parents arrive back from their morning stroll around the airport just in time and soon they’re all heading to board the plane. There’s a scuffle as they near the gate as everyone’s looking at their tickets to see who they’re sitting with.
“Oh c’mon! Someone else sit next to him!”
“Awe, Jeyne, I’m not that bad.”
“Piss off, Theon. I will stab you!”
“Jeyne, honey, it’s only a couple hours.”
“Yes, Mrs Stark.”
Sansa muffles her laugh behind her bag as she searches for her passport which she shoved down to the bottom as they went through security. Once she has it in her grasps, she pulls out the ticket and reads out, “26C.”
“Oh,” says a voice from behind her and Sansa quickly turns around. Jon’s looking at his ticket then back up at her, a faint smile on his lips. “26B. I guess we’re sitting together.”
“I guess so,” is all she can manage, as her whole body stiffens at the prospect of spending nearly three hours on a plane beside Jon. A single Jon. It’s just all too much for Sansa to deal with this early in the morning. His hair is as unruly as ever, curling just over his forehead, and he’s wearing a thin black jumper that strain against his broad shoulders and a pair of dark-washed jeans. Too much. It’s too much.
Sansa grabs for Jeyne and tugs her forward, turning away from Jon. “I’ll sit with Theon.”
Her best friend’s face widens with joy and then suddenly pinches together as she frowns at Sansa. “Why would you –” She glances behind them where Jon is still standing, now rolling his eyes at whatever Robb is saying. “Oh no, absolutely not. You are not running away from him again.”
“Again?” Sansa cries out indignantly, catching the curious gaze of her father. “What are you talking about?” she hisses a little quieter.
“Um, remember when Robb and Jon came out with us that night in freshers?” Jeyne raises a brow and Sansa deflates because she does remember. “He was practically ready to propose to you.”
“He was drunk.”
“He couldn’t stop staring at you or smiling at you,” Jeyne says. “And then he asks you to go outside with him and you panic and run away.”
“I went to the bathroom!” Sansa whispers harshly, but she did panic. She had been so sure she would never be more than Robb’s little sister to Jon that when he had taken her hand and asked if she wanted to get some fresh air, she panicked.
“And what happened next, Sans?” Jeyne asks, voice a little gentler now.
Her heart breaks all over again as she leans her forehead against her friend’s shoulder, a resigned sigh escaping her lips. “He met Ygritte.”
“That’s right, he did, and guess what? They broke up and you’re not bloody running again,” Jeyne says as she pushes Sansa back upright. “You’re going to sit there and be charming and he’s going to fall in love with you all over again.”
“You’re delusional,” Sansa murmurs instead.
“No, I’m brilliant. Now, c’mon.”
The first hour actually passes by in near to complete silence. Sansa doesn’t know if she’s disappointed or relieved; she’s existing in the realm between both emotions and it’s making it really hard for her to sit still or sleep. Jon seems to be sleeping just fine, his face relaxed as he leans as far back as the chair will go. But as the second hour approaches, the man beside Jon, a terrifyingly large and bulky man with multiple tattoos winding up his arms and peeking from his cargo shorts, slumps his head onto Jon’s shoulder with a thump. He startles awake, wide-eyed and confused, and Sansa can’t help laughing at his expression and the situation he’s now in.
He groans quietly. “Of course this would happen to me.”
“Oh, don’t be such a drama queen, Jon,” she says, nudging his shoulder with hers. “If only I was as lucky to have a handsome man resting on me.”
Jon quirks an eyebrow at her. “Then let’s trade seats.”
“But how could you wake him!” she whispers back, smiling brightly at him and forgetting for a moment that she’s still madly, desperately, stupidly in love with this man.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” he says but his lips twitch and it’s adorable how hard he’s trying not to smile.
“I’m enjoying it just the right amount,” Sansa says before she’s reaching down for her bag and grabbing her camera, turning it on and recording. “Now I’m enjoying it too much.”
Jon eyes the camera and then glares at it. “Sansa,” he says warningly. “If this goes on the internet, I’m going to –”
“What?” she questions with an innocent smile. Sansa turns the camera onto herself. “He wouldn’t dare threaten this face, would he?” She gives a little pout, and in the background, she sees Jon cracking a fond smile as he reaches forward to tug at her loose plait.
“I’ll get you back for this.”
She focuses the camera back on him again. “Hmmm, no, I don’t think so.”
“What do you mean, no?”
“I mean no, Jon, you big puppy dog. I can outplay you,” she says still sweetly innocent. She’s enjoying this weird banter they have going on far more than she should because Jon just broke up with his girlfriend and this is only going to end up with her getting her heart broken in the end. Only she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care so much she might as well repress whatever self-preserving brain cells she has left.
“Outplay me? I didn’t realise this was a game,” Jon says, amused.
“Life’s a game, Jon Snow,” she quips back, to which he actually laughs so loud the man leaning on him jumps awake. He stares at Jon and then at Sansa’s camera and yawns before leaning against the window and falling asleep once again.
Both Jon and Sansa stifle their laughter but it’s no use so Sansa does something wildly inappropriate and presses her face into Jon’s shoulder, muffling her giggles into his jumper. He doesn’t seem to mind or maybe he’s too busy trying not to laugh himself.
For a few seconds, Sansa just allows herself the comfort his warmth provides her before extricating herself once she realises her camera’s still recording. She turns it to face her and makes a face. “We’re going to hell.”
Jon nods in the background. “First class tickets.”
“At least I have you as company,” she says, smiling back at him, and he returns her smile.
When she passes out later at the hotel trying to edit the footage, the last thing Sansa expects is for it to be uploaded by the time she wakes up and for her to receive way more notifications than should be normal.
Aromanticbabex: Okay but am I the only one who would still climb hungover Robb like a tree?
Sansa blanches. How is that the most liked comment? Ew!
Lyla Patel: Sansa, you’re so pretty! I’m so glad you’re vlogging! Your videos always makes my days better!
A smile so wide blossoms on her face and she quickly replies, ‘Thank you, Lyla. I appreciate you and all my fans so much! Xxx’
But then the comments sort of devolve from there and she really has no how idea how to handle any of it.
Al Nottellingu: WHO IS THIS JON AND WHY HASN’T HE BEEN IN HER VIDEOS BEFORE?!!!!!!!
Lili Cho: I CAN FEEL THE SEXUAL TENSION FROM HERE!!!
Roseand Tenforever: I ship it! I ship it so hard!!
Tom Hart: I AM COINING JONSA AND NONE OF YOU CAN TELL ME ANY DIFFERENT!
Siobhan Hughes: Ummmmmm why the fuck would anyone break up with a man who looks like THAT! Sansa, get in there, girl!
Sansa slams her laptop shut and throws a pillow at Jeyne’s head. Her friend groans and rolls away from her. She throws a second pillow at her.
“Did you edit my video and upload it for me?” Sansa demands angrily. She slides out of bed to go and sit on top of Jeyne’s prone figure.
The girl huffs and tries to kick her legs out to dislodge Sansa. “I thought I was being a good friend! You looked really tired!”
“But now the entire internet thinks me and Jon have something going on!”
Jeyne opens one eye to narrow it at Sansa. “Well, don’t you? You two were awfully cosy on that plane.”
“Jeyne,” she groans, pinching her friend on the hip. “He just broke up with his girlfriend! What if Ygritte sees it?”
“Then her bloody loss!” Jeyne suddenly thrashes wildly and Sansa ends up falling backwards onto the floor. A bruise is definitely going to form on her ass now. “Stop worrying about some girl you don’t even know and go after what you want, Sans.” She leans over the side of the bed to look down at her. “Look, I know Joffrey and Harry really screwed you over in the whole relationship department. And then after Ramsay, you’re kind of hesitant but we’ve known Jon since forever. He’s good and decent.”
Sansa rolls her eyes, even though her whole body’s recoiled at the mention of Ramsay but she’s trying desperately not to dwell on those months in her life. “I know that. Of course I know that. I’m the one in love with him, aren’t I?”
It’s hard to concentrate on having a good holiday when her mind is whirling with what Jeyne’s said. She doesn’t know why she doesn’t just go for Jon aside from the courtesy of giving him a wide berth while he heals from his breakup, but that’s not even what’s making her hesitant. It’s much more convoluted than that. It’s being cheated on in both of her previous relationships. It’s being stalked by a classmate for three months until he’s finally arrested for something completely unrelated – since reporting a stalker who hasn’t done anything means nothing to the police. It’s all of those things that make Sansa start to wonder maybe she shouldn’t be with anyone ever because everything she touches gets tainted one way or another and the last thing she’d want is to taint someone as pure as Jon. He’s the last good man on this planet that’s not related to her. And that’s just the thing, isn’t it? He’s really, really good. He’s honourable and honest and so loyal. He’d never cheat on his girlfriend. When he loves someone, she’s his whole world. Sansa saw the way he used to look at Ygritte, and although it had killed her to see him look at someone that way that wasn’t her, she was happy he’d found someone who made him that happy.
God, she hates love. She hates everything about it.
“Alright, sourpus, what’s got your knickers in a twist?” Arya asks, slumping down into the beach chair beside her. She’s in a simple black bikini with a ball cap turned the wrong way around on her head. She has a bottle of some obscure Spanish beer in one hand.
Sansa shields her eyes from the sun to look at her sister. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re glaring at the ocean like it personally offended you,” Arya points out with a long drag from her beer. “Honestly, you’re in bloody Spain. What have you got to be so angry about?”
“I’m not angry, I’m just… thinking,” she says lamely as she watches Jeyne tackle Theon into the ocean while Robb looks on with an amused and somewhat impressed expression.
“Uhuh, well you should think less,” Arya says. “Because you’re on holiday. Thinking is for losers. C’mon, Sans, have some fun.”
Sansa sighs. “What do you care if I’m miserable or not?”
Her sister snorts and rolls her eyes. “I care. Hey, I do. Just because I think you’re a spoiled princess most of the time doesn’t mean I don’t care if you’re happy or not. You’re just annoying.”
“I don’t know if I should be comforted or insulted,” Sansa chuckles as she swipes the beer from Arya’s hand to take a sip. As soon as the liquid hits the back of her throat, she makes a face. “I forgot I hated beer.”
Her sister snatches the bottle back. “Good. More for me.” They fall into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, both of them too busy watching their family and friends get into an all out war with each other. “Is this about Jon?”
Sansa’s head snaps to Arya so quickly she probably has whiplash now. “What?”
“He has no idea you fancy him, you know?” she says nonchalantly as if Sansa’s whole world hasn’t just been turned upside down. “Jon’s a bit of an idiot like that. Actually, both of you are idiots like that.”
“I mean god, he fancied you for so long it was honestly super gross,” she continues. “When he started dating Ygritte, we were all like ‘what the fuck’ but also kind of glad he was moving on.”
“What do you mean ‘we’ and what are you talking about!” Sansa is about to hit her sister out of sheer frustration.
Arya finally turns to look at Sansa and she’s wearing a long-suffering expression. “We as in the whole bloody family. Okay maybe except for Rickon. But everyone else kind of guessed it.” Her sister shrugs. “We didn’t think you were interested.”
“But I –”
“You’ve always been the type of person to keep your cards close to your chest,” Arya rattles on, cutting her off. “It was hard for any of us to tell.”
“So what changed?”
“Ygritte.” Her sister sighs and takes another pull from her beer. “When he started bringing her around, it was like – I don’t know. You just looked so broken.”
Sansa bites down hard on her lower lip but the memories come flooding back anyways.
The first time she saw Ygritte and Jon together was at her childhood home during Easter holidays. He’d brought her back with him from uni and it was just so obvious how smitten he was with her. Seeing him like that, so in love with someone else, had ripped out every wall she’d ever built around herself. It was like her mind had just given up trying to protect itself, like it didn’t care anymore what the rest of her did; it just wanted to succumb to its own self-pity and heartache. For days, Sansa had lived on autopilot. She smiled and made small talk but nothing could penetrate through the haze she was living in. Eventually, Jeyne had to come kidnap her and drive them back to uni early before Sansa completely fell apart.
The months that followed were the most agonising of her life. It feels melodramatic now to think it but Sansa couldn’t describe it in any other way. She knew even then how stupid it was to feel such a loss so acutely when Jon had never been hers to lose in the first place, but the petulant, childish part of her mind still screamed out that he was hers. He was her grump in shining armour and no one else’s. It was pathetic and she felt pathetic for thinking it.
“I hated her so much,” Sansa admits after a long silence. “I know that’s awful. I didn’t even know her but I just did. She was everything I wasn’t. Strong, smart, witty – it was like this realisation that I could try all my life to be like Ygritte but no one would ever look at me the way Jon looked at her.” She looks at her feet buried in the sand and says quietly, “because none of them would ever be him.”
Arya reaches out to grip Sansa’s hand. “You don’t just fancy him, do you?” She shakes her head. “You love him?” She nods. “Awe shit, Sans, then tell him.”
“I can’t. It’s not – he just broke up with Ygritte. I’d be an asshole to dump all this on him now.”
“You’re an asshole for not telling him in the first place,” Arya says but she’s smiling softly at her. “I’m no Jon interpreter but there’s a good fucking chance he loved you too.”
That night Sansa can’t bear to be around her family as they mill around the hotel bar chatting and drinking. She has too much to think about so at the first opportunity – which is just when Robb and Theon decide to do a duet at the karaoke machine – she slips out onto the beach with the goal of just walking aimlessly for as long as she needs to clear her mind. As always, Sansa has her camera and she begins to record the ocean as it laps up onto the sand. It’s close to a full moon and the silver light reflects off of the murky surface of the water. It’s beautiful and romantic, and so of course, she feels lonely for the first time in a long time. Sansa’s normally okay being single. After the debacle with Harry and the incident with Ramsay, the thought of any man being near her made her queasy, but now all she wants is for someone to wrap her up in their arms and just hold her. It’s a silly thought, probably born out of all those Disney movies she used to watch as a kid, but it’s there anyways, niggling at the back of her mind as she walks down the beach.
The air is humid and makes her hair stick to the back of her neck but there’s a cool breeze coming from the ocean that eases the humidity. She’s nearing the edge of the hotel’s property when she hears someone call out her name. Sansa turns and squints against the darkness.
“You shouldn’t be walking out here alone,” he says, jogging up to her. “It’s not safe.”
“Jon,” she breathes out, her whole body instantly relaxing at the sight of him. “I was just… clearing my head.”
He nods, grey eyes watching her carefully, before his cheeks flush. “Your viewers seem to like me.”
“You watched it?” Sansa asks, a little incredulous. She turns the camera off and puts it back into her bag.
“I always watch your videos, Sans.” He sounds so casual but the pink flush spreading across his cheeks makes her think this is anything other than casual. It’s unfairly adorable.
“I didn’t… know that,” she says slowly, unsure of what else to say now. “I can take it down if you don’t want anyone to see. Jeyne edited it so I didn’t really get a final say before she uploaded the video.”
Jon shakes his head. “It’s okay. It was funny.”
“Yeah,” Sansa says with a cheeky smile. “You and that man looked really good together on camera.”
He sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
“Never,” she agrees, smiling even brighter.
“Figures,” he mumbles, chuckling softly. “You know… we looked good together too.”
“What?” Sansa’s heart all but stops. She’s not really sure what to say or what he’s implying.
Jon takes a couple steps closer to her till they’re only a foot apart. “I wish I knew,” he murmurs softly. “Maybe I wouldn’t have wasted everyone’s time pretending I still didn’t care.”
“Jon, what are you talking about?”
“Do you want to know why Ygritte and I broke up?” he asks instead, which really annoys her, and if she isn’t already so close to coming completely undone she would kick him for being so cryptic.
“It started a couple months ago,” Jon continues when she doesn’t answer. He’s looking at her warily and it’s making her heart beat faster and faster. “Or maybe earlier, I don’t know. But when I found out what was happening to you with that Ramsay guy, I was just – it was all I could think about. Robb and I would spend hours researching what legal action you could take. We’d take turns driving past your flat and making sure you were safe. I was so worried out of my mind that I guess I just neglected Ygritte. And when she tried to bring it up, I snapped at her. I was furious that she couldn’t understand how important this was, how it was you.”
Sansa doesn’t really know anymore if she’s breathing. She wonders if she might’ve just wandered into the ocean and died because this is too surreal. This is Jon telling her she means as much to him as he means to her.
“Once Ramsay was arrested, I promised her I’d get better but it was like – for over a year, I was so sure I was in love with Ygritte. She was great in every way, but…” Jon pauses to glance towards the ocean. “The thought that someone could hurt you and take you away from me suddenly made me realise that I never did move on. And I think after awhile Ygritte figured that out too.”
He looks back at her then and takes her hand in his. “I don’t deserve you but I just need to know if there’s even a chance you feel the same way or if I completely misread the signs in that video and made a total prick of myself. If I did, I promise I’ll never bring this up again and we can go back to –”
Sansa cuts him off by pressing her lips against his. He freezes at first but then his hands go immediately around her and she’s wrapping her own arms around his neck, carding her fingers through his hair. It’s everything she ever wanted and so much more because it’s not just a kiss, it’s a confirmation that Jon really is hers and has always been hers and will forever be hers.
“God, I love you so much,” she admits quietly when they pull apart. “But you really are an idiot.”
“I know,” he chuckles. “And I’m sorry it took me this long to get here.”
“You’re here now,” she tells him, dropping a chaste kiss to his lips just because she can.
“I am… and for the record, I fucking love you too.”
Aromanticbabex: I can’t decide if I want to climb Robb or Jon like a tree. Maybe both together? Anyone else?
Alison Lowe: I would let them do ungodly things to me
Superwholock: You guys are gross (but if I had to choose, I’d choose Robb!)
R0cket Racoon: Uhhhh, are you serious? It’s Jon all the way!
Sansa Stark: Can you guys please stop trying to climb my brother and my boyfriend? (Also, Jon all the way indeed ;)) xxx
Wonder Starks: I think I peed myself laughing watching Robb try to give Jon ‘The Talk’!!!
Wonder Starks: Also, how cute is Jon surprising Sansa with a holiday! I wish someone would fucking whisk me away from these exams! Where’s my grump in shining armour!
Dasha Santos: Seriously, where’s my fucking grump!!!1!@£@!$£!!!
Tom Hart: JONSA IS REAL!!!!!! MY OTP ARE ON HOLIDAY TOGETHER!! I BETTER BE INVITED TO YOUR FUTURE WEDDING, SANSA! I TOTALLY COINED YOUR SHIP NAME!!
Dani Johnson: I’m not crying you’re crying!!! T_T
2Slow Veryfurious: This is the best Christmas present ever!!
Arya Stark: You guys need to get a fucking grip.
Jeyne Poole: Don’t be rude, Arya. This has been in the making for like seven years!! Do you know how tired I was of hearing her pine away for him?
Robb Stark: Ugh, do YOU GUYS know how tiring it was for ME to watch my best friend stare longingly at my baby sister? That’s way worse!
Arya Stark: That’s because you think Sansa and I are like 12
Robb Stark: But you are…
Robb Stark: Arya?
Jeyne Poole: I think she left, idiot.
Robb Stark: Oi, don’t call me an idiot or I won’t take you out on that date!
A fan posted this photo on Instagram, where Caity Lotz and Katie Cassidy wear the same outfit at different events. Caity commented: “I took it from her because she had nothing to wear and she’s wonderful.”