i visit him at least once a year :)

The Signs As Jack Handey Quotes
  • Aries: "After I die, wherever my spirit goes, I'm going to try to get back and visit my skeleton at least once a year, because, "Hey, old buddy, how's it going?""
  • Taurus: “The tiger can't change his spots. No, wait, he did! Good for him!”
  • Gemini: “Sometimes I wonder if I'm patriotic enough. Yes, I want to kill people, but on both sides.”
  • Cancer: “I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they chose a king, they don’t just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas.”
  • Leo: "I wish outer-space guys would conquer Earth and make people their pets, because I'd like to have one of those little basket-beds with my name on it."
  • Virgo: "Just as bees will swarm about to protect their nest, so will I "swarm about" to protect my nest of chocolate eggs."
  • Libra: “I think a good novel would be where a bunch of men on a ship are looking for a whale. They look and look, but you know what? They never find him. And you know why they never find him? It doesn’t say. The book leaves it up to you, the reader, to decide. Then, at the very end, there’s a page you can lick and it tastes like Kool-Aid.”
  • Scorpio: "The first thing was, I learned to forgive myself. Then, I told myself, "Go ahead and do whatever you want, it's okay by me.""
  • Sagittarius: "You can't tell me that cowboys, when they're branding cattle, don't sort of "accidentally" brand each other every once in a while. It's their way of letting off stress."
  • Capricorn: "I guess the hard thing for a lot of people to accept is why God would allow me to go running through their yards, yelling and spinning around."
  • Aquarius: “We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients. But we can’t scoff at them personally, to their faces, and this is what annoys me.”
  • Pisces: "Instead of putting a quarter under a kid's pillow, how about a pinecone? That way, he learns that "wishing" isn't going to save our national forests."
Goblin ending #4 (in the script)

I could have an opportunity to read the script of Goblin’s final episode yesterday.

Many viewers might be wondering what happened to Deok-Hwa in the end. The script contains the scene where old Deok-Hwa (in his 60s) introduces his 6-year-old grandson Yoo Sung-Jae to Kim Shin, just like his grandfather Chairman Yoo Shin-Woo did in ep 1.

After getting a sandwich from a jobless man in the park, Kim Shin comes back to his house and finds old Deok-Hwa there. Deok-Hwa says his little grandson Sung-Jae has come back from the US. Kim Shin kneels down to the shy little boy, saying “It’s nice to meet you. I’ll be your uncle, your brother, your son, and grandson” like he did to little Deok-Hwa in the past.

About 30 years later (Maybe Deok-hwa is already dead because he should be in his 90s), adult Sung-Jae (in his 30s) comes to Uncle Kim Shin and gives a new passport and a house in Prague, the Czech Republic. He asks Kim Shin “Uncle, did you find her?” “Not yet (sigh)”

Kim Shin looks around the white covered furniture and leaves the Seoul house. On his way to Prague from Seoul, he comes across the actress and the detective in the street. Yes, you know who they are.

Since the lovely scenes of detective Lee Hyeok & actress Kim Sun, about 50 more years have passed. (I guess Kim Shin stayed in Prague for about 20~30 years and returned to Korea once again, but couldn’t find reincarnated Eun-Tak during his stays in Korea) Kim Shin is now in Quebec, Canada. 85-year-old Sung-Jae is staying with him as his butler.

“Are you going somewhere, sir?”
“I’d like to go for a walk”
“You’d better avoid the main street if you can. Some Korean students are visiting and they’re noisy.”
“I’ll come back soon”
“Yes, sir”

And then… here comes the ending scene where Kim Shin reunites with reincarnated Eun-Tak on the hill. (It took at least 110 years for Eun-Tak to get reincarnated after she died.)

“Mister. You know who I am”
“My first and last… Goblin’s bride”

“My name is Park So-Min in this life.”
“I’m still Kim Shin.”

This is the end of the script.

I don’t know whether the director shot the old man Deok-Hwa scene or not.  I doubt he did, because of the insane filming schedule of the last episode.  Anyways, we get to know that the old butler in Quebec is Deok-Hwa’s grandson. 

Time table


  • March, Kim Shin returned to nothingness. (Ep 13)


  • Kim Shin came back to Eun-Tak and married her. (Ep 14~15) 
  • On Christmas eve, Ji Eun-Tak died of the car accident. (Ep 16)


  • October, Sunny died of an illness. (Ep 16)
  • She ascended the stariway to heaven with Wang Yeo.

After some time

  • Deok-Hwa in his 60s introduced his 6-year-old grandson Sung-Jae to Kim Shin.

Around 2086

  • Sung-Jae in his 30s prepared Kim Shin’s new passport and a house in Prague, the Czech Republic. 
  • On his way to Prague, Kim Shin came across reincarnated Wang Yeo and Kim Sun in the Seoul street. (Ep 16)

Around 2136

  • Kim Shin lives in Quebec, Canada, with 85-year-old Sung-Jae.  
  • He reunites with Park So-Min (reincarnated Eun-Tak) on the hill. (Ep 16 ending)
Elephant in the Room

Combination of Two Prompts: How would Batmom react to Teen Titans Robin and him not being in contact with them for so long? What would happen if she showed up at the tower? AND Dick calls Bruce and Batmom dad and mom for the first time after being adopted.

Words: 1745

AN: This was a pretty long one, but filled with fluffy feels, and I love it!!!

Your son is one of the best of his generation, and in your mother’s eye, the best. You understand why he left, you support his choice of independence, but an entire year without a call is simply too much. He stayed in contact for the first two, a random call here, and email, there, but then suddenly there was nothing.

          The only thing that let you know he was still alive were the news reports. Bruce, of course, follows every morsel of news. Though he’d never say it out loud, he knows that things need to be fixed.  You’d be willing to bet the Wayne family fortune that Dick knows the exact same thing.

          You can’t help but smile, after all, that’s what you’re here for; to beat sense into those stubborn heads. The security system is the exact same as the Batcave’s, and you’re surprised to find that your codes work.

          You let yourself in, and one quick hack into the system tells you that no one is there. So you wander, you take in the sights, and look around at the home your son has built for himself. You smile when you find his room. He’s changed his uniform a bit. There are no photos in obvious places or any real identifying marks.

          You leave the room for the common room and take a seat on the couch. You pull the photo album out and just wait. When the sound of footsteps and laughter sounds, you slip on the mask that’s needed; it actually goes rather nicely with your outfit.

          More than just his team strolls through the doors, it seems like every super powered teen in existence is there and Dick just stops at the sight of you. You stand up, and say, “I didn’t realize you’d be in the middle of a party.”

          He stiffens a bit and asks, “What are you doing here?” His voice is a bit hesitant.

          You grab your bag, and approach him. The closer you get the more you realize just how much he’s grown. You smile and say, “We need to talk.” He glances back at his friends and back to you, you just say, “I’ll wait in your room, I already know the way.”

          He watches you slide through the doors and Starfire asks, “Robin, who is that woman?”

          His voice is tight with emotion when he says “She’s my mother.”

          There’s a collective statement of “You have a mother?”

          Dick just glances at Roy and Wally, the only two not surprised and says, “Of course I have a mother.” Before he walks out of the room.

          He finds you sitting on the bed, sans mask. Before he can say a word you say, “No masks, you know the rules.”

          He doesn’t fight you on it, just removes his mask. You smile and open your arms. Sure enough he slides right into them. His head goes to your lap, and your fingers run through his hair. When the sobs come you know something happened, that there was a reason he hadn’t called.

          You let him cry, because sometimes everyone needs to, and you’d be willing to bet that your baby is long overdue. When he’s done, he slides on to the bed and tells you everything. He tells you about being held against his will by Slade, being forced to do horrible things, and then he tells you about the Brotherhood of Evil, and finally about Trigon.

          You listen as he pours out every pent up emotion, and when he’s done you don’t say anything about it. Instead you start on your own story, “Do you remember when you first came to live at the manor?”

          His brow furrows, “Of course.”

          You smile and remove a stuffed elephant from your bag, his eyes go wide at the sight of it. “You were so little and scared, and man oh man, did you remind me of Bruce. You two were the same age you know, when you lost your parents. You didn’t know what to make of us, and we weren’t really sure what to make of you to be honest. At that point we’d only been responsible for ourselves.”

          Dick smirks, “And all of Gotham.”

          You smile, as your hand strokes over the elephants worn head, “We’d never planned on kids, but when we saw you after that show, it hit us, you were ours. And then you started to grow, and you took on the family business with your dad, and I was just amazed, at how lucky we were to be blessed with a kid like you.”

          “You always made sure to keep my birth parents in the picture though. You’d talk about them with me, you’d take me to visit their graves whenever I wanted to. You even had that portrait made.”

          You grin, “That was all your dad, he didn’t want you to feel like we were replacing them.”

          “You didn’t I just got lucky  and got to have two sets of parents.”

          You smile, and there’s a moment of silence, “He misses you, you know.” Dick doesn’t say anything. “He bookmarks every newspaper article on you saving the day. Even has a subscription to the local paper. He’s very proud.”

          “He wouldn’t be proud if he knew what happened.” You smile a bit and he just groans, “How in the world does he know?”

          You smile, “He saw the footage from the top of the Wayne tower, you were stealing from.”

          “He didn’t come.”

          “He was on his way, already tracked Slade’s headquarters down and everything, when it suddenly blew up, he knew that your team had made things right. The Brotherhood of Evil was a learning experience too, and you saved the world from Trigon. When it comes down to it, you’ve done a lot of good Dick. And you’ve made a lot of friends too.”

          He smiles, “It’s the bi-yearly get together. Pizza party.”

          You groan, “Please tell me you at least eat some healthy things.”

          He smirks, “I make Alfred proud every once in awhile.”


          You pass him the elephant and he smiles and you say, “I never thought you’d leave her behind.”

          He shrugs, “I outgrew her.”

          You just smile, “When you first came to live with us you refused to let her go. Took her everywhere, for that first year.”

          Dick just smiles, “You guys homeschooled me for that first year. I didn’t have to let her go.”

          You laugh, “Still, you took her to all the Wayne foundation events, to restaurants, when we’d visit your dad at work. You even insisted that she be buckled in. You also insisted on taking her to that theme park. I was against it, I just knew she’d get put down somewhere, but Bruce insisted that everything would be fine.”

          “I’d been with you guys for about eight months at that point, I was at the tail end of my Robin training.”

          You nod, “Sure enough you left her there. You were in tears, you kept saying I have to have her, we have to get her back, she’s family. And then at some point you look up at me and Bruce and you said, ‘Please Mommy, please Daddy, we have to go search for her.’ That was the first time you called us Mom and Dad. It wouldn’t become a regular thing until a few months later, but in that moment your dad and I knew we’d move heaven and earth to make you happy.”

          Dick just smiles, “That was the first time he took me out as Robin. He called it the case of the missing elephant. He helped me track her down. Someone had thrown her in the trash on top of some nachos.”

          You smile, “I had to hand wash her, and then throw her in the washing machine three times to get all that cheese off. It’s amazing she doesn’t have any stains.”

          There’s a moment of silence before he says, “I’m sorry I didn’t stay in contact.”

          You pull him in for a hug, “It’s okay, baby boy. You can make it up by coming to dinner this Friday.”

          “Mom, I don’t know if I’m …”

          You cut him off, “He misses you Dick. You’re his son, and whatever that stupid argument was about three years ago, it’s forgotten.”

          “He really wants to see me?”

          You smile, “He talks about you all the time, how proud he is of what you’ve accomplished.”

          He smiles and says, “I’ll be there.”

          “Good, you can meet your new brother.”

          His eyes go wide, “You had a, but the papers didn’t say anything about …”

          You smirk, “His name is Jason, Bruce found him trying to take the wheels off the Batmobile. He’s in training right now.”

          Dick smiles, “Good, Batman needs a Robin, and I’ve been thinking it might be time to change things up. New identity for a new chapter and all that.”

          You lean down and kiss the top of his head, “As long as Dick Grayson remains that sweet, caring, and noble boy that I’ve always known, I think that sounds wonderful.”

          He kisses your cheek, “I’ll see you Friday, Mom.”

          You smile and leave his room, slipping on the mask again before you go. Waiting outside the door are all the teen heroes. You smile and say, “Speedy, Kid Flash, you have his back right?”

          Wally just grins and says, “Always Batmom, you know that.”

          You turn to the rest of his immediate team, “Thank you for taking such good care of my son. It’s good to see he’s made excellent friends.” They’re too stunned to say anything else. You leave the tower without another word. You reach home several hours later, to find Bruce waiting up for you despite the hour.

          “Jason asleep?” you ask.

          He just smiles and says, “Yep, he and Alfred baked cookies all day, and you know what a task master Alfred is when it comes to his kitchen.” He pauses before asking, “How’s our oldest son?”

          “Coming to dinner on Friday.”

          “He’s okay though?”

          You nod, “The picture of health, seems like he made some pretty good friends, too.”

Bruce just smiles and says, “Thank God.”

          You grab his hand, “Come on Caped Crusader, time for bed.”

          He come with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and says, “Bed sounds absolutely divine.”

Breaking Point Part 2 (Lafayette x Reader x Peggy Schuyler)

Originally posted by real-hamiltrash

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader x Peggy Schuyler

Requested?: ‘WHY NOT BOTH??? Laf and Peggy are already a popular ship? You could have them dating and then let the Reader in the relationship?’ 

Prompt: A few day after leaving her husband, Reader has to struggle with single motherhood, divorce, and a certain Frenchman and Schuyler sister back in her life.

Words: 4800+

Warnings: Poly Relationship, Divorce, and Fluff

Masterlist / Part One


You had barely moved all of your stuff out of the house before the weight of being a single parent reached your shoulders.

Ever since your twin children turned five, you felt like a single mom, since Thomas was always working or off with his friends at parties and wine-tastings. But now you were out of the house and filing for divorce, you never knew what single parenthood was until now. Now, you have to pay bills and work and take care of your kids. Not to mention that the newspapers and gossip magazines are all trying to get exclusive interviews with you over your divorce from the wealthy lawyer Thomas Jefferson. You, of course, made sure to keep walking and ignore the press and all the emails and shout outs on social media from them. You just needed some peace and goddamn quiet to collect yourself and figure out what to do.

You were laying in bed one late Saturday night when your phone was ringing out of the blue. You were staying with your mother for the time being until you figured out what to do in your predicament. Your children were sleeping in a trundle bed on the floor next to you in a large guest room. You softly crept out of bed and retrieved your cell phone from the desk on the other side of the room. When you saw the caller ID, you were shocked and relieved. You almost didn’t answer the call.

“Peggy?” You whispered into the phone in a disbelief tone.

You heard an ever-familiar giggle come from the other side. “Well, good evening, Mrs. Jefferson.”

Your eye twitched. “Please don’t ever say that again.”

“Sorry! I almost forgot about your situation. I haven’t been keeping up with the gossip down there in Monticello. Lafayette has been giving me updates on Thomas’ public image and how many times he’d mention you and the kids in interviews. You know how love sick Laf is for you.”

You chuckled. Lafayette was a friend of yours that introduced you to Thomas. Lafayette had been in love with you for a long time but realized the mutual connection you shared with Thomas so the Frenchman stood back as a supportive friend and was the one to walk you down the aisle at your wedding since your dad passed away when you were young. Lafayette had always been there but you hadn’t spoken to him since you moved to Virginia with Thomas while you were pregnant.

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Two years ago I met David Tennant at a comic con in Philadelphia today. And this year I got to see him again last month around his birthday. Meeting David
that first time was the most incredible time of my life, and I will never forget it. And also thanks to him, I found out that nothing is impossible because two years ago the idea of me seeing him after that was absurd. But now it’s two years later, and I did see him again in London of all places. A city I never expected to visit, but I did, and just like Philly and those memories of him, I will never forget visiting London and seeing him in person there. Anyway I guess what I am trying say to all of David Tennant’s fans is never say never. And that one day I hope with all my hearts that all his fans will have the chance the meet him just once at least, even if it is for a brief second because that second with him lasts forever.

-tennydr10confidential aka Katie

Surprise Visit

Request: Viktor and I become close friends during his time at Hogwarts and he is too shy to tell me that he has fallen in love with me. He is on his last day at Hogwarts when I finialy tell him how I feel and we write each other and I visit him when I finish with my schooling.
Please and thank you!


You really enjoyed the whole “Triwizard Tournament” thing. You loved having new people around Hogwarts, but you loved having one specific person around the most, Viktor Krum. The two of you grew really close throughout his time there, and you had developed feelings for him. Sadly, though, he never showed any sign of reciprocating those feelings. It was his last day, and you were dreading having to say goodbye.

You and Viktor stood in front of each other, waiting for the other to say something. You decided to break the awkward silence.

“Please don’t go…” You said. The tears that you were trying to hold back were streaming down your face.

“I don’t want to leave, but you know I have to. And please don’t cry, Y/N.” Viktor wiped the tears from your face, but more continued to fall.

You stepped closer to him so you could hug him and you buried your head in his chest. He sighed and just let you cry while rubbing your back.

Finally he said, “Don’t act like we’ll never speak to each other again. I promise I’ll write.”

You sniffed and nodded, still not lifting your head from his chest.

“Y/N, please stop crying.

You finally looked up and stepped away from him and glared at him through tear filled eyes.

"Don’t tell me to stop crying! I’m obviously going to cry when the boy I fell in love with is leaving and I’ll probably never see him again! I know you don’t feel the same way so you’re probably not even upset about leaving, but I can’t help but cry!!” You screamed at him.

“Y/N, how can you say I’m not upset about this?”

You crossed your arms and looked away from him. “You don’t seem upset to me,” you mumbled.

He sighed. “Look at me, Y/N.”

“No,” you said.

He stepped forward and lifted your chin so you were looking into his eyes. “Yes,” was all he said before he leaned down and placed a soft and short kiss on your lips. “Don’t you dare say I’m not upset about leaving you. And I know I’ve never said anything, but I DO feel the same way about you, Y/N, and I promise we’ll see each other again.”

You just stood and stared at him in shock…he felt the same way. You were surprised to say the least.

Viktor chucked at your lack of response and said, “I have to go now, but I’ll see you soon, Y/N.” And he kissed you again, this time a little longer. He pulled away and gave you a small smile before leaving.

Viktor wrote to you at least once a week. It wasn’t the same as having him with you, but it was still nice.

One year later, you finally finished school. You were officially done at Hogwarts and it was very exciting. As soon as you got home, you packed your things to give Viktor a surprise visit.

You apparated to his front door and knocked. You had a huge smile on your face when he opened it.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” He asked.

“Visiting you, of course. I’m done with school!”

He pulled you into a hug and told you over and over again how happy he was to see you. You went into his house and the two of you just talked about the things that have been going on in your lives, although you already knew from writing to each other.

It was late when the two of you finally decided to go to bed. And right as you were falling asleep, Viktor said, “I don’t ever want to be away from you again.”

One more sleep

First of all: to the anon with that best friends prompt, I’m working on it but my brain has too many good ideas and I can’t decide, but I will write this. Might just take a while.

Now to this little one here: there’s this beautiful Christmas song by Leona Lewis called “One more sleep” that I love dearly and I always wanted to write a fanfic about it. So in the next days before Christmas, I’ll write a little drabble about it and add it to this post. I hope you enjoy this!

Five more nights of sleeping on my own/five more nights until you’re next to me

Sleeping got a lot harder since Matteo left to visit his family in Italy. For the first time this year, they were separated for more than a couple days so of course Luna hadn’t been aware of how used she was to having her boyfriend around. Here and now, the bed lacked his presence, his warmth and it nearly tore her apart. Snuggling with him usually kept her nightmares away. Without him, she woke up again at least once a night.

In the dream she just woke up from, more old memories came up, twisted and recolored by her brain to the point they no longer remained happy. A sensation of heartbreak in her veins, and she reminded herself that Matteo would be back in a couple days.

However, sleep didn’t return. No matter how she turned, the emptiness next to her crept into her bones. Giving up, Luna pushed the blanket away and sat down in front of the bedroom window. It was a clear night, with a nearly full moon surrounded by stars sprinkled all over the sky. Unconsciously, her hand wandered to her necklace – or at least to where it was supposed to be. Hoping it relived Matteo’s homesickness, she had given it to him for the trip.

Her phone lit up, indicating a new message. She almost tripped on her way to the drawer next to the bed. The time difference in mind, there was a chance Matteo was awake as well.

Everyone’s fighting right now because of some stupid thing that happened years ago and I’m really jealous of your pillow. Love you.

The text increased her worry, but at the same time it was the best thing that happened all day. When you’re back, you can be my pillow. Love you more.

The minute it took him to answer felt like an hour. Shouldn’t you be asleep? Or are you having nightmares again?

Yes, but I’ll be fine when you’re back.

This time he answered sooner. That’s five more nights, right? You can do this.

Matteo was right. Only five more nights…

I have two cats. Godric, who ever since I got him I have had to occasionally run to the vet - once a year or so -, because he seems to get sick and injured a lot. 

And Romana. Who is fine always. 

I adopted them both about six months apart six years ago. They are both around 10 years old. Romana is still basically a kitten and Godric has been a crotchety old man the whole time I’ve known him. 

I appreciate what Romana’s vitality and health save me in vet bills, but admit that I identify with the chronic mysterious illnesses Godric constantly faces much more. 

Me too, buddy. 

Can we talk about Japanese Percy please?

  • Sally not being all that surprised when she finds out she’s sleeping with the god of the sea because hey japanese people have worshipped the sea for years
  • she even asks him if isonade is real one night when she’s drunk and can’t stop giggling and he looks at her likes she’s the cutest thing on the planet (because she is)
  • He gets Sally’s silky black hair and her tan skin and Poseidon is h a p p y
  • Percy speaking fluent Japanese !!!!! (and turning everyone at camp on)
  • Sally and Percy refusing to speak anything but Japanese to each other after Gabe said it was a language for “chinks” and being an overall racist prick
  • Percy being able to transition between Japanese, English, and Greek so well it actually terrifies annabeth
  • Fourteen year old Percy wanting to be friends with Ethan because he was the only other Japanese kid at camp and he sympathized with Ethan for feeling like an outsider
  • Percy hating school because of the little shitheads that would tease him and say “you’re too dumb to be asian/i thought asians were supposed to be smart”
  • Percy watching his mom work and seeing how easily she could crunch numbers or watching her finish reading her novel before he even finished going down the slide and feeling s a d
  • Ofc Mama Sally told him he was perfect the way he was, he still can’t shake the feeling of constantly not being smart enough
  • When he meets Annabeth at her egotistical bratty stage and sees how she looks down at him for not being a genius he wants to punch her in the mouth (with his mouth)
  • Little Percy going through pictures of his mom dressed in her kimono looking all types of gorgeous and thinking she’s the prettiest woman in the world
  • Older Percy finding out kimonos are the latest “trend” this year and just    s i g h s
  • Percy being really close to his grandparents and visiting them at least once a year back in Japan
  • Percy really respecting his elders like everyone thinks he’s some punk ass kid but he really helps old ladies with their groceries
  • This even applies to the gods because even though they’re assholes and deadbeat parents for the most part he does respect them on some level
  • Percy cooking super spicy soba noodles and  Okonomiyaki for Annabeth/Jason/anyone that is willing to have their taste buds burnt off
  • Percy being the ultimate sushi snob
  • Percy giving everyone cute lil japanese nicknames especially a certain scary son of hades
  • Percy and Drew talking shit in Japanese
  • Drew meeting Sally and the two of them becoming gal pals who love tea and have the shiniest hair on the block
  • Nico impressing Sally with how much of Japan he’s visited because of shadow travel mishaps
  • Percy taking all the new asian campers under his wing and making sure they felt at home at camp, especially the ones who can’t speak english too well
  • Percy teaching his kids how to speak Japanese and telling them they’re doing amazing even when they fumble over all the words and being super proud of them trying because they know how much it means to him

Japanese Percy warms my cold heart <3 

hopelesslyinloveornot  asked:

Can you do a blurb where Harry is dating an American girl fan and he surprises her for her 18th birthday?!

Here you go :) Hope you like this one. I almost didn’t include smut because it started out so sweet, but I assumed you want at least some sexual content, so…*ehem* enjoy.

Under any other circumstances, you would be excited that it was your birthday. Especially your eighteenth. But you were anything but happy. Because you couldn’t be with him.

You and Harry had been dating for almost a year. You’re actually not even sure if you would call it dating. How can you be dating someone you rarely see? Other than a brief courtship in the beginning, and the two times you had seen him - once when he came to visit during a break in the tour, and once when you went to see him - your “dating” had consisted of quickly interrupted phone calls and a series of conversations through texting.

You woke up this morning feeling melancholy. Harry’d had a show last night and he’d called you beforehand to wish you a happy birthday. He’d be traveling most of the day today and doing press until the next show tomorrow. You’d told each other how badly you missed the other and he’d said how he wished he could be with you. You’d gone to bed early, crying yourself to sleep, not even bothering to watch any of the fan videos online from the show. You just couldn’t bear to think of him being across the country instead of with you.

You didn’t want to be selfish. In fact, you’d taken his fame and your relationship all in stride so far. You knew how in demand he was, and he appreciated you for that. Being the girlfriend of a famous pop-star couldn’t be easy on anyone. Fortunately for you both, you’d been able to keep it under wraps. The tabloids continued to suspect Harry was dating someone, but they’d yet been able to pinpoint whom.

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What I don’t know. Part II.

Part I HERE. 

Pairing: Adrienette. (Grown up bbs!)

Summary: Because after Marinette’s interview, Adrien had some things to figure out himself. 

Word count: 8.300+

Rating: T

Adrien had a very simple morning routine. After his shower, he turned on the coffee machine (If Marinette hadn’t done so before), and then he got dressed and was out the door in around 30 minutes; holding a fresh cup of coffee as he went on his day. Now, Adrien liked sleeping in, especially since there was a warm and sleepy Marinette next to him; so he had mastered the art of time management. This meant that he would always get out of bed in the last possible second, and still be in time to wherever he had to go.

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An excerpt of the Post-WL (Irial/Leslie/Niall) story

Ok, I have enough questions in my inbox to make me feel guilty that I never finished this short story (or several other books readers have requested). I’m sorry that I haven’t.  Sometimes LIFE (like having a baby & having deadlines for books already under contract!) gets in the way of best intentions with short stories. Sometimes publisher decisions make the call on whether there are sequels to novels. 

Here’s a bit of the story I started a couple years ago about Leslie/Irial/Niall. It’s set 4 years after DARKEST MERCY. Keep in mind that this is a FIRST DRAFT not read by anyone, so it’s going have errors. 

Hopefully, I’ll finish it some day, but since so many of you are Irial lovers & asked for, here’s the start of it as an apology gift of sorts. It gets a little less PG in the next few pages which I probably why I stopped at just over 2000 words.  However, for those who wanted to know the status of those three characters, here’s were they are a few years after the end of the series.

Happy New Years to all of you lovely people.



(PS I’m not always going to post my works-in-progress, but I’m feeling a little push-over-y today.)

Dark Promises: A Wicked Lovely Story

Chapter 1

“You promised.” Leslie stood in the doorway to the library, and Irial was torn between elation that she’d come home unexpectedly and frustration that she was—yet again—accusing him of something he wasn’t sure he’d done.  Admittedly, he was guilty of many things, but he worked hard to be honest with her.

“Promised to …?”

She sighed. “Not meddle. You promised not to meddle. We talked about this. There aren’t threats like there used to be. Bananach is dead. Ren is … ”

“Apparently missing,” Irial filled in helpfully.  She’d never asked, and he’d never volunteered answered on that particular situation. Several years ago he’d shouldered the blame for her brother’s absence, even though he wasn’t at hand when the boy had met his punishment for being foolish enough to attempt to extort Dark Court faeries. Ren had threatened Leslie, their Leslie, in order to draw out the faeries who loved her.  It had worked: they’d been drawn out, and when they had, they’d removed the threat to their shadow girl.

Rather than explain what it was she presumed he’d done this time, Leslie was silent as came into the room and pulled the door behind her. She would elaborate, but she was ever mindful of his and Niall’s privacy. The soft snick of the door catching was loud in the still of the room, and Irial felt strangely like prey for a moment. 

As she walked toward him, her footsteps were muffled by the overly thick burgundy and gold rug.  The sound of her breathing, of her trying to not to run to him, was enough to make him have to resist leaning forward.  For all of his centuries of living, only one mortal made him feel so oddly human. The only other relationship that had left him so very shattered was with a faery—the same faery who loved Leslie as Irial did. 

“You’re staring.”

Irial smiled before replying, “As are you.”

“It’s been a three weeks since I saw you. Staring is sort of inevitable.” She laughed softly before admitting, “We both know that’s not true, though. Staring would be just as unavoidable if I’d seen you last week.”

There was a question in her words, one he was trying to avoid answering.  Niall had delivered Irial’s excuses to Leslie, but neither of them believed him. The difference, of course, was that Niall was more tolerant of Irial’s tendency toward secrecy.  They lived together more peacefully because they both kept more than a few boxes of secrets hidden away. Leslie had no such patience.

She stood in front of Irial now, her knees not quite touching his, and he had to resist the dual urges to reach out and to run away. “You could’ve come up with Niall last week.”  

“He told you that I wasn’t able,” Irial hedged.

“He told me a bunch of excuses. Why don’t you tell me you weren’t able to come, Irial? Say those words to me.”  

The half-accusing half-angry tone in her words made his resolve falter.  He couldn’t lie outright, and those words were a lie. 

“I would say them if I could,” he admitted. “I chose not to visit.”


“What am I to have meddled in?” He knew the question he asked wouldn’t close this conversation, but he’d far rather discuss his supposed sins than his actual ones. Then, at least, he could be truthful with her.  His reasons for avoiding her were harder to discuss.

Once, almost four years ago, they were bound together by blood and ink. Her emotions were the food that sustained him, the wine that intoxicated him, but their bond changed him even as it nourished him. She’d severed all but the barest thread of their connection, setting him adrift in the world feeling like a strange new version of himself.  Their ink exchange had been the act of the crueler king he had been back then, and the result of it was the remaking of the Dark King. He’d given up his court because he’d changed as much as she had. He’d foist the court off onto Niall then, expecting it to destroy any hope he’d held of repairing their centuries’ old conflict.  Irial had been willing to give up everything … except her.  Now, he was facing the possibility of losing her.  It was an intolerable fate.

“You’re changing the topic,” she pointed out.


“Failing.” She reached out, hand not quite touching him but near enough to make him feel like a hapless insect drawn to destruction. He’d ruled the monsters that were only spoken of in whispers, but a human girl held power over him. 

I Get Drunk on Jealousy.

At least three times a week Cristiano came by the stables and graced me with his appearance. He was very handsome and his build was beyond amazing. If I had to guess, I’d say he stood around 6’1” and wasn’t a day over twenty-five. That’s only if I was guessing of course. The two of us engaged in conversation, but for the time being it was more flirting than anything. We hadn’t had the chance to exchange anything too personal, which was what I hoped to change today.

After speaking with a few close friends of mine, I decided maybe I should be bold enough to make the first move. There was absolutely nothing wrong with me from the way I saw it, but I couldn’t help but wonder what held Mr. Ronaldo back some. Was it something that I said, or didn’t say? So many questions ran through my mind, but I tried my best not to overthink things.

I always thought too much – I hated it.

“Y/N your friend is arriving.”

I turned my head and immediately blushed. It was my best friend of five years alerting me of his arrival. “Thank you and I guess I’ll be seeing you later on?”

For just one moment she paused and then her eyes lit up. She understood that I needed this time to fill out Cristiano and see if we could at least be on a texting basis. I mean, he always came to visit me, right? There had to be something that was keeping him around.

As I waited for Cristiano to walk towards me, I gently petted a horse and gave him a warm smile. Once he approached I smiled even wider and walked into his embrace. He smelled amazing, which caused me to take in his scent for just a moment longer. No words between us had been spoken yet. Everything seemed perfect and for that reason, I couldn’t make myself open the conversation with us exchanging numbers.

“How’ve you been, Y/N? I meant to come by here yesterday, but something came up. You not doing any riding today?” He glanced at the horse that I had been petting not too long ago and then around the stable. There wasn’t much happening and wouldn’t be over the course of the next few days.

“I’ve been pretty good. I did some talking to some friends of mine about some … things. I haven’t done much riding today. I’ve just been out here. It’s something like my sanctuary.”

Cristiano chuckled and then bit his bottom lip. “I can tell. It would be nice to pull you away from it one of these days.” He folded his arms and slightly cocked his head to the side. He was subtle with his suggestion, but I didn’t want to get too excited until I knew for sure what he was asking.

My mouth opened to ask for clarification, but then I was greeted with a surprise from behind. I was lifted from the ground and spun around. With the look on Cristiano’s face, I could tell that the cheery setting was now turning into something else.

The moment I was let down, I turned to see a guy that had the hugest crush on me. My mother thought he would be the perfect fit. He came from a prestigious family and appeared to have the best manners. He was far from my type and I had denied every attempt of him trying to take me out. He couldn’t even reach me unless it was through a direct message via Twitter.

“I missed you Y/N. I knew I would find you here. Come with me, I have something for you.”

The man standing before me was the one person I did not want to see. He was conceited and so self-involved that he could probably date himself. Everything he said went into one ear and out of the other. He probably thought that I was intrigued by what was coming from his mouth, but that was the least bit true. He bored me to oblivion.

“…Y/N, is that a yes?”

I was snapped back to reality when he called my name and asked for an answer. An answer to a question I had no idea he was even asking. My hand ran through my hair as I bit down on my lip. I was going to ask for confirmation on what it was he was asking, until I saw Cristiano leaving.

“Hey, I really have to go. It was nice seeing you.”

“Wait! What’s your answer, Y/N? Y/N!” He called out, but I was too focused on stopping Mr. Ronaldo.

I started out in a light jog behind him and called out his name first. He didn’t look back or answer me, which caused me to run until I actually caught him. Thank God it wasn’t too far. “Hey, what’s the rush? Why didn’t you answer me? You okay?”

“I’m cool but I have to go. I didn’t want to come between you and … him.”

By his pause I could tell he wasn’t too happy about the small scene that played out in front of him. It definitely wasn’t what it looked like, but having him wait for at least six or so minutes wasn’t looking so good.

“It’s not like that with him. He’s just some—,” I started to explain, until he gave off a chuckle and shook his head, cutting me off mid-sentence.

“Some guy? I don’t buy that too much. His eyes lit up when he saw you.”

“The way that mine do whenever I see you?” I was bold in this moment. I hoped that it wouldn’t bite me in the ass. “Cristiano, I’m not interested in him. Today I was praying that I would see you. My intent wasn’t to make you feel any way. I just wanted to leave here today on a solid basis with you. I’m really interested in getting to know you.”

Cristiano seemed both flattered and silly. His facial expression lightened and he let out yet another chuckle. He grabbed for my hand and then kissed it. “I guess I was honestly jealous for a minute. I came here with that same intent. I thought he had beat me to the punch.”

I smiled.

“Then how about you take down my number and we make some official plans away from here? I’m a simple woman. Anything would please me.”

From there we exchanged numbers and talked a little more. I had somewhere to be and he seemed as if he needed to go as well. The moment I turned to walk away, I got a text that read: Sorry again for my reaction. This is Cristiano, btw. I look forward to talking with you more.

Needless to say, my day was made and the mission I had in mind was accomplished.

[ @setsukix // . ]

[ ] While Gai had been recovering remarkably since the war almost two years ago, Sakura still took it upon herself to check up on him every once in awhile. While he was energetic and lively, he still needed to be careful and Kakashi had asked her for the favour. It was the least she could do and she didn’t mind at all.

On her way to visit Gai, she crossed paths with an older girl she had seen on a few occasions. if Sakura was right, the girl was the same age as Tenten and Lee’s graduating class.

“Ah, you’re… Setsuki right?” She squinted a bit as she tried to recall the name. “Haven’t seen your face in awhile. How are you?”

tylerposets  asked:

okay but think about lydia getting pregnant DURING college and telling stiles I NEED YOU TO WRITE THIS CONVERSATION BECAUSE I AM A NICE FUCKING PERSON

There is probably a version of the universe in which Stiles isn’t obsessed with yearly doctor’s visits, but it’s not this one. Lydia knows that it’s because of his dad; because of his mom; because of her. Because Stiles Stilinski tries so hard to keep the people he loves alive. The least she can do is go to the doctor’s office once a year and have a checkup. It keeps him sane. After all they’ve been through, Lydia isn’t going to contest sanity.

She goes to the doctor for Stiles, and nothing comes of it until she is twenty-one years old and gets a phone call between classes, the voice on the other end saying her blood test had come back positive for pregnancy.

Lydia takes a cab home and doesn’t see anything out the window; doesn’t even hear anything aside from her thundering heart. She is hyperaware of every one of her senses, suddenly– her tongue in her mouth, the sweat on her palms, and the fact that she’s got Stiles Stilinski’s baby inside of her body.

She can feel panic everywhere. It is almost like anxiety but it is sizzling too painfully to be something so usual. It is all she can concentrate on as she climbs the stairs to their apartment, every movement like led. Her key shakes as she presses it against the doorknob, hitting it loudly, and she is almost about to give up when Stiles swings the door open, frowning.

“You okay?” he asks, concerned. Lydia stares at him. Stares.

She feels like she hasn’t ever really looked at him before, which is ridiculous. She knows every single one of his faces– has them lined up in her mind like the pages of a catalogue. She knows all of his nuances, she has seen every bit and piece of him, yet he opens the door and he is totally new to her.

There is a part of Lydia that is afraid of him, and she doesn’t know why. She doesn’t know why his face suddenly doesn’t quite belong to him anymore.

Or maybe it feels like he doesn’t belong to her.

“Stiles,” she says, trying to see if he responds, if this is really him, and his eyebrows suddenly curve up, confused as Lydia continues to rake her eyes over his face, trying to find familiarity in it.

“What’s wrong?” he says, catching her wrist and gripping a bit too hard as he pulls her into the apartment and shuts the door behind them. “Lydia, what’s going on?”

“I have to… to sit down.”

She wants to sit on the couch, but then she peers into their bedroom and finds that it looks the same as it had when she’d left for work earlier, when she had kissed him on the forehead before smacking his cheek to try to get him to wake up. His boxers are still on the floor, and his towel, and Lydia stumbles towards them, needing to fix, needing to solve, but Stiles wraps his hand around her elbow and practically drags her over to the bed. His touch is the catalyst for her, and Lydia’s body begins to heave even as her eyes remain dry.

“You’re scaring the shit out of me,” Stiles says as he sits next to her on their bed, ducking slightly so that he can see her face. “Lydia.”

There he is. She found him.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Oh.” His face freezes, suddenly becoming shadowed and aged as he stares at her. “God.” For a moment, she feels like she’s going to crumple, and then he cups his hand around her cheek and presses his lips to her temple, then his forehead. “Okay. Breathe. Just breathe for me, okay Lyds?”

She stops thinking about what she is about to lose and starts thinking about the boy who is sitting next to her, who has not left and who wouldn’t leave her, not ever.

“I don’t want–”

“I know,” he says, voice soothing. “Lydia, I know, okay? Just breathe. It’s gonna be okay.”

“It’s not going to be okay!” she shoots back, edging away from him slightly. His hand slides onto their bedspread and he just watches her, wordless. Lydia grips onto the anger and holds to it tightly. “This is you. This is us.”

“We’re still gonna be us.” His voice is so terrified. She wants to go back. Take it all back and shield him from it, because haven’t they hurt each other enough? “Even if… well. No matter what happens, I’m gonna love you, and we’re gonna be us.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, unable to look into the tenderness within his. It’s not soft. It is afraid and desperate, and he is clinging to her face just as she has been trying to find him within his. Lydia’s breaths slow down, and she tilts her head to Stiles’ shoulder, resting it there.

“You know me. You know what happens now.”

It’s a whisper, but he picks it up anyways.

“I know.”

“You’re okay with that?”

He stares at her for a second.

“This wasn’t supposed to be it.” It’s not an answer. Lydia wants a real answer. She needs one. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

“Stiles,” she pleads.

He blinks rapidly, and suddenly she cannot stop noticing how hunched over he is. How quickly, effortlessly broken Stiles’ body has become.

“I’ll go with you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“You’re not going without me.”

For the first time, he sounds angry, and that’s really what shuts Lydia up.

“Thank you,” she says, and he nods, jaw tightening as he stares at his hands. “You know… you know it’s not because of you, right?”

Stiles looks up.


“Stiles, if I was ever… If I was going to do that with anyone… god, I would want it to be you. I would want it to be you so much. Sometimes I see you around kids and it stabs me somewhere and I can’t stop thinking about it for days afterwards.”

He swallows.

“But we don’t want–?”

“I know. I know. But I need you to know that if I was ever going to bring a person into the world with someone, I would do that with you. And I would want that kid to have so much of you, Stiles. All the stupid things that I’m in love with… I would want that for our baby. This isn’t you.”

He takes her hand in his.

“I know.”

“It’s just… we’re twenty-one and I don’t want this. Not now. Possibly not ever.”

For a few moments, he’s silent.

“I used to think about it. In high school.” Stiles’ eyes suddenly are dodging away from Lydia’s face, and there’s a part of her that thinks that his words aren’t for her. But then she remembers– he does so much for her. Everything is for her. It always has been. “I used to think that we might never be safe. And what if I wanted something… what if I needed to be safe?” He squints at the floor. “I used to picture a strawberry blond kid because I was scared it would never be possible for me to have that.”

“And then?”

“And then you were lying bleeding out on the floor and I just wanted you. You were put in Eichen and I just wanted you. You were telling me to kiss you because you would kiss me back and I realized that all I wanted was to love you in the most selfish way possible.”

This time, when she moves closer to him, she offers him her whole body. Lydia curls all the way around him in a way that should feel too intimate, too vulnerable, but she has everything with this boy. What they are is her everything.

Stiles pulls her as closely and as tightly as possible and stares at the wall over the black TV. His hands grip at her, making sure she doesn’t slip away, and she nudges herself closer to him just to make sure he knows that she would never run from him. Not Stiles.

“We’re going to be losing something,” she says, voice strained. “We’re not going to be able to get it back.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Lydia, it’s–”

“Don’t say it’s okay. It’s not okay.”

He backtracks, swallowing hard.

“Lydia,” Stiles says carefully, painfully. “I’m always gonna love you. Always.”

And now she can finally cry.

stardustmoonlightflower  asked:

Yeah, that could be awesome, here in Dominican Republic (or DR for short) we have lots of hotels, beaches, food and lots of things for tourists, my major is hotel administration and even when I wasn't in the wrestling fandom I want to work in a hotel but now I'm more motivated because who knows 👀, the only disadvantage is it's hot ALL the year... we're used to tho 😂

See that should def be the place they go visit at least once or twice a year. Maybe the talent can have a mini vacation while they’re there. You need to write a letter to Vince and tell him, “hey! Come down and enjoy the island and put on a show!”
So you’re going to run your own hotel? That’s a big job.

Apologies for the long story

Ever since I was little, I have been creeped out by my grandmother’s house. My mother claims “nothing happened” there since they built the house in the 1970’s, but the house has never failed to send a shiver down my spine.

When I would stay with my grandmother, I never left her side in fear of what lingered in the small house. The empty rooms that once belonged to her nine, now fully grown with children, were always dusty and dark as she found no use for them once my grandfather died and my cousins moved out. There were always porcelain dolls in my eldest aunt’s room, a Ouija board in my uncle’s room, and many other things that would scare a child as jumpy as I was. I would always sleep in my grandmother’s room, and she would always make sure to wipe away my fears before I slept.

I remember I was maybe five when I first saw it. I was sleeping in my cousin’s old room that faced the backyard since my grandmother was cleaning her room. She had led me, half asleep, to the room and let me sleep more. I had woken up in the early hours, and it was dark outside. At least as dark as it can get with streetlights. My face was even with the window, and I caught a glimpse of a man halfway behind one of the three sycamore trees in the backyard. The tree was the one the furthest to the right of the yard and was closest to the room. I ran crying to my grandmother, who fed me grapefruit and gave me a stuffed animal. I soon forgot about it as I was picked up by my mother and was soon sleeping in my own bed in our house my father’s ranch. I had always found the pitch black dark of the country soothing as if something was there I couldn’t see it and therefore it couldn’t see me.

A few years later, when I was nine, my grandmother passed away. We kept her house as she left it to my mother since she was the only child who hadn’t moved out of state. My mother kept the house in good condition but I was even more afraid of it once my grandmother was gone. Due to an injury a year later, we moved into the house temporarily for easy access. My father broke both of the bones in his leg and we had a nurse visit the house to give him an IV for his infected leg. The ranch house was at least 20 miles from the hospital the nurse came from, so living in town was a better option. I always found things going wrong in the year we stayed there.

I chose a room in the front of the house. I shared with my six year old sister since she was also afraid of the house. My sister woke up one night crying, claiming “the man was coming” for her. The next night, I couldn’t sleep. I was afraid, staring at the window at the foot of my bed. A silhouette of a man was able to be seen through the curtains. We would hear voices in the hallway, along with heavy footsteps. My sister, who slept in her own room one night thinking it was only my room that was affected, woke up to the figure standing over her bed with his hand stroking her hair.

One particular night, I felt sick to my stomach. I woke up and ran to the restroom, throwing up food I hadn’t eaten at all. We had burgers and fries for dinner, but I threw up watermelon with no trace of meat or anything else I had eaten that day. It was more than my stomach could hold, but I kept throwing up and throwing up until I was throwing up stomach acid. Once I had finished I brushed my teeth and opened the door to the bathroom, and found myself facing the man. I could finally make out features, and it’s something I wish I hadn’t seen. His face was aged, and mean looking, but his eyes are what scared me the most. His eyes were dark, almost like his eyes had been pulled out, but they gave me the feeling of possession, like he viewed our family as his property.

The rest of the time we stayed there, I had nightmares. I dreamed that the man was standing over my bed, watching, feeling me. When I woke up, he wasn’t there, but the feeling of someone being there stayed.

My father’s leg healed and we moved out. We thought it was over once we rented the house out, but the person who was renting the house moved out once their kids complained repeatedly about not wanting to live there. Another family rented the house, and while my dad went to fix the shower, I found myself being bombarded with questions from the kids.

“John wants to know when you’re coming back to stay,” the boy told me. My sister and I exchanged looks of fear and confusion.

When asked who John was the boy replied casually, “John. The man who stands in the back yard.” My sister and I both went to the truck and waited for our dad to be done with repairing the shower.

Once the people who rented the house found a better house to buy, the left and my mother thought it would be best to live in the house since our house in the country was rather run down. My father agreed and now we are living here.

The nightmares have started again in the past years we have been here, and I feel eyes watching me. We are chopping down the trees this week and yesterday, the chainsaw hit something in the middle of the sycamore tree to the very right of the yard. My father cut around it, and in the middle of the tree, as if someone cut the tree open and placed it in there for the tree to grow around it, was a metal box with old pictures and a locket in it. The pictures were taken a long long time ago, as they’re black and white and very grainy. The man looks ecstatic, but the woman beside him looks afraid, and upset. He’s holding her tightly beside him as they take a family picture. A letter was in the box, written on yellowing paper.

It is messy, the words written in an attempted calligraphy like script in black ink, but the parts that are legible to me read:

“I love her more than the world, yet she won’t accept me.

I have forced myself on her [illegible] and she now carries my child.

We will be together forever [illegible] she will have to accept me.

She is mine.”

The letter, more like a diary entry, was full of possessive phrases, referring to the woman in the family picture. On the second page, written in an ugly brown-ish ink is “she is mine, forever.” It’s gross, like the color of a scab or dried blood.

Inside the locket are two pictures.

On the left is a picture of a man.

The man.


On the other side of it is the picture of a woman…

And she looks just like me…

anonymous asked:

Can I just say I love when you get salty about the TsukkiYama friendship being misrepresented? Like the closest thing to Yamaguchi pushing Tsukishima to socialize was suggesting helping Hinata and Kageyama study, and even then he didn't push he said it once and Tsukishima agreed. And you can't say Yamaguchi didn't invite him along for the New Years shrine visit and understood when he didn't want to come. That also shows that even if he doesn't like Hinata, he won't keep them from being friends.

I know. Out of all the people you could headcanon as being the jealous type, you choose one of the the least aggressively clingy, most independent personalities in the series. And yamaguchi’s proven himself to be totally independent too, though he tends to cling onto certain people a little; but yamaguchi would never stop tsukishima from making new friends because he’s a good person? But he’d never try to force or coerce tsukishima into relationships he doesn’t want either because, again, the good person thing. Like, other people don’t have a negative impact on tsukishima and yamaguchi’s relationship and they never will. Their relationship is independent from their relationships with other people.