i want to see her new ex!

Isn’t it weird that in season 1, Jonas was kind of portrayed like absent minded and a bit of a dickhead? Like Eva kissed Chris and I never thought of Jonas as the victim who got cheated on? I just saw him as the guy who lied to his girlfriend bc he wanted to get high. And when Eva was upset and wanted Jonas to forgive her, I expected him to do so because “well why wouldn’t he??”. In season 2, Jonas was portrayed as the ex-boyfriend who was moving on and went down on girls (a great service). In season 3, he’s the best guy in the world, most supportive best friend any kid could ask for, basically he hung the moon. The audience is seeing the rest of the characters through the main’s eyes without even realising it and I think this has already been established here but now I’m thinking about how we’ll be seeing Isak through the eyes of the new main??? And I’m getting real excited???

Tired [Part:1(?)]
  • Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader.
  • Possible pairing soon: Jerome Valeska x Reader x Peter Parker.
  • AU included: DC/MARVEL.
  • Prompt: You had enough with Jerome as he keeps seducing other girls in front of you so you plan to leave him and go to New York. Where you will find yourself stuck in the web of another bug who will fall in love with you.


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You couldn’t believe it, just he has made an oath that he wouldn’t flirt with other girls again he was in awe at the new member of the Asylum, Harleen Quinzel. You were having a conversation to Barbara when you heard the obnoxious laugh of the duo; they look like they’re having a blast.

“Oh, puddin’… You’re so funny!” Harley gave Jerome a love-struck smile.

“Why thank you my dear Harley.”

And that’s the cue where you felt empty inside. Barbara was giving you comforting words but you blacken out in your mentality zone. How could he? That’s when you snickered suddenly it made Barbara jumbled. “I’m so dumb…” you stared at the ceiling, trying not to weep and make the stream of tears flow down. “I thought he could love me, I just noticed that I knew so many things about him but not a single thing he made an effort to know about me. I’m just another toy to him, another slave…” you stared at Barbara, rubbing your eyes and tried to hide all the evidence of wretchedness lingering.

“Barbara, if I get out of this hell hole. I would like you to know that… You’ve been a great friend and all. I want to be sane again…” smiling at her, Barbara looked at you bewildered.

She sighed, “Well if that’s what you want, but what about Jerome?”

“My ex? Well let’s just say I finally found out that I loathe him and wouldn’t like to see him again.”

Then there came the new inmate after few, he introduced himself rather dramatically and after the event, the gas incident happened. The eight including you— inmates managed to escape but then was held as captive by Theo Galavan who made an offer. You were about to refuse but one of the inmates, Sionis declined and was slaughtered by Tabitha. You figured out that it was best to shut up even though Harley keeps cackling now and then.

“Are you sure about this?” The boys were up and you and Barbara were undercover in an alleyway. Barbara gave a bag, which was filled of robbed necessities and some change for the bus. You slipped up the back to your shoulder and nodded before smiling at her and giving her a hug. “I’m going to miss you…”

“Me too.”

“Alright go on now (Y/N), I’ll take care of the group,” she said, you covered your face with the hood of your jacket and gone to the other direction and followed the citizens and managed to blend in.

As you moved on you looked at the structure where Jerome and the others are on.

“This is a choice, (Y/N). Think about it.”

The advice of Barbara made you doublethink. You saw Jerome examining the crowd you were in; he stared at swarm like a hawk stalking its prey. Then his gaze landed on you swiftly, which made you swallow your saliva for a moment. Thankfully he then continued on to gaze at the other civilians. He didn’t notice you, luckily. Just then Harley was included at the act and embraced Jerome from behind and managed to kiss him passionately which he in return, kissed back.

You smiled with a hint of sorrow, he looks so happy. The gaze you want to him to look at you for so long was now staring back at Harley. You didn’t notice that the tears are falling and your body started to move by on its own. Going away, finally moving on. You grabbed the portrait that was in your pocket, a picture where you and Jerome where fourteen. Happy faces and the stare that he looks at you was known to be “Love”, but now it was for another girl.

You waited at a bus stop far away from the incident. There was a bus waiting with other passengers going in. You torn the picture into two, smiling and is proud to yourself and run towards the bus with a grinning face. Welcoming a new life.

“Hey gorgeous!” Jerome smirked at Barbara’s scowling face; he waved at her while his other hand was held by Harley who was skipping joyfully. The inmates behind him. He looked around the location they were in, not seeming to find his girlfriend anywhere.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” he inquire while eyeing around and was even opening the garbage beside Barbara if she was in there jokingly. “Seriously Jerome?” Barbara rolled her eyes and Jerome chuckled. “Seriously, where is she?”

Barbara sighed, making Jerome raise an eyebrow.

“She is gone.”

The psychopath looked stunned but in a matter of seconds picked himself up and giggled. He was puzzled, how could she abandon him without permission. She was severely in love with him, “This got to be a quip, and I mean that fool has been in love with me for five years! (Y/N) couldn’t leave me behind like that. She couldn’t be that much of a fucking idiot. Without me she could be dead as a weasel,” he let Harley’s hand fall earning a pout from her and proceeded to place both of his hand on Barbara’s shoulder. Looking at her with an insane smile but his eyes told otherwise.

“She said that she is happy for you being happy with another, ahem… Person.” she answered looking at Harley who was looking around obviously not listening and in her own world.

“She said that she wants to feel sane again, she was happy that you found someone that can make you feel real emotions and she wants you to know that she is proud of you—“

The conductor was beside you and you gave the money as he nod and went on to the other seat. You stared outside the window. “New York here I come…

She couldn’t have done this to me…” his eyes were void after Barbara explaining everything.

Barbara nodded the other members of the Maniax to follow her, whom they followed; Harley was looking at Jerome confused but was then confronted by Barbara who pulled her.


“I’ll find her one way or another… She will fucking regret leaving me.” He soon then followed along the group, “You can’t escape Mr. Joker, Mrs. Valeska~

anonymous asked:

LOVE YOUR POST about your favorite TV shows but where's the one about your favorite movies? I can't find it on your blog.. by the way first time here but I'll definitely come back! Enjoy the rest of your day and thanks for sharing your tastes with us!

Oh sorry my darling, I removed the post a few days ago but if you really want to see it, here’s a new one just for you! It took me two hours to do it so have fun, haha.

40 movies (yes I know, it’s a lot) and you’ll find the titles of each of them at the end of this post. Kisses(:

Sin City / 30 Days of Nights / Blue Valentine / The Silver Linings Playbook / Dansgerous Liaisons / The Handmaiden / La La Land / Heartbeats / Moulin Rouge / The Neon Demon / Pulp Fiction / American Beauty / The Breakfast Club / The Perks of Being a Wallflower / 500 Days of Summer / The Sixth Sense / Edward Scissorhands / Eyes Wide Shut / Ex-Machina / Her / 8 Women / Drive / The Faculty / Leon / Royal Affair / Agora / Stoker / Black Swan / Mulholland Drive / A Swedish Love Story / Love Actually / Super 8 / Love, Rosie / Kaboom / Gone Girl / Mommy / Shutter Island / Gladiator / The Grandmaster / The Life of David Gale.

My new spn season 13 wishlist

I appear to have stumbled across something that I desperately need to see.  Friends, I need Crowley to return wearing Betty White.   This lovely woman is down to earth.

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Can keep a straight face in the midst of absurdity.

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She knows what needs to be done in any situation.

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Can trash talk with the best of them. 

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But doesn’t forget the social niceties.

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And knows her way around a dramatic close up zoom.

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Tell me she wouldn’t be the most wonderful ex-King of Hell you’ve ever seen.  Sorry Mark, I want you back but you said you’re gone forever.  I’m moving on and I need this like air now.

today i was reflecting in the shower.. where i normally do all of my deeper thinking.. and i couldn’t stop thinking about 2016. i know.. we’re in a new year.. time to let it go.. but i don’t think i properly cleansed myself or made peace with how my year went. and because a lot of what happened to me throughout the year continuously comes to mind.. i knew it was time to sit down and write out my feelings. what has made me the writer or “poet” that i am today.. is i’ve spilled my heart out on paper, time and time again, but lately i’ve been extremely distant. i’m not sure whether it’s because i feel a burden to always be positive and uplifting or because i find myself more afraid than ever. last year i cried. and cried. and cried. more than i’ve ever cried in my 22 years of life. i even made a habit out of watching really sad and emotional movies just so i could find an excuse to. also.. i’ve smoked more than ever before. longing to both - feel.. and be numb. i’d smoke before writing so i could pull certain stories out of me. then i’d smoke after, to forget them. often times.. i just got high enough to make myself fall asleep so i wouldn’t have to deal with anything. in the midst of one of my episodes.. i realized i suffer, and have always suffered, from feeling like nobody really understands me. i’ve always felt like i was someone who was constantly mistaken for an entirely different person. i always feel like i don’t “fit”. i don’t fit around friends.. i don’t fit around family.. i don’t make sense at social gatherings.. i don’t feel at home in my own home. i think a lot of these feelings have come up, from time to time, because i’ve never really known my true identity. all i’ve ever known myself to be is someone that everyone clings to. and not in a “she’s the life of the party” kind of way, but more so, “she’s the person to get advice from” way. and although.. this may sound selfish, sometimes i wish i had someone like me. i wish i had someone who was willing to help solve my problems before solving their own. as i’m typing, i’m starting to cry again. and i’m crying because i don’t know when exactly this will end. or if this discomfort is how i’m meant to live life. maybe this is just the life of an empathic. maybe when i started asking god to “use” me, i signed up for this. the truth is, 2016 should have been the best year of my life. i released a book that hit the best sellers list, i bought my dog that brings an unlimited source of awe to my life, i signed a major publishing deal, i moved out of my parents house and into a new home, i lost friends that never clapped for me, and gained friends who’ve been there for me in every way since, i built this whole “brand” into something much bigger than i ever expected myself to, i found out i was cancer free, i promise the list could continue on. but depression got in the way. of everything. i never once celebrated myself. i never once intervened, and took control. i never even thought to. i felt like whatever i was going through.. i was supposed to. and still.. i’m not sure the reasoning.. i just kept living with a kind of sadness i have yet to find a name for. instead of focusing on all of the goodness that god was placing in my life, i had tunnel vision on everything that i felt was going wrong. i couldn’t see life in a positive light no matter how good things may have got. my parents split up. i was forced to move out. i lost my home base. i went, and still go, months without speaking to either one. my boyfriend was dealing with an ex who continuously threatened to take her life at the account of us being together. all i wanted to do was help her. but couldn’t. i had a new life to take care of, when i could barely take care of my own self. i lost all my friends. literally, every single one. i never ever could leave the house because of how bad my social anxiety was getting. i found out i had a fractured jaw because of the size of a tumor that was holding it in place. i found out i had a fucking tumor that could have been cancerous. i had reconstructive jaw surgery that ruined the nerve and feeling in my mouth. i could not eat or sleep or talk straight for months. i’m still dealing with the pain. i was consistently working and doing interviews right after my surgery. i was and am still extremely exhausted from this. i never properly allowed myself to rest or heal. i started working with a team that could not fully ever understand me which only added to my frustration, loneliness, and sadness. and again, THIS LIST could go on. but more than anything. i was bullied. as my brand kept getting bigger, i was bullied more. and more. and i couldn’t understand how my work, trying to help and heal people, could bring in such negative responses. i couldn’t understand why there were people who were so eager to tear me apart, they would start to attack my image. everyday people attack the way i look and sound. and this kind of bullying brought back a lot of old feelings that i never dealt with as a kid. growing up i was constantly brought down and picked on because of the way i look. i was never skinny enough. or pretty enough. or i was too hairy. or my teeth were too crooked. or my hair was too nappy. or i was too dark. or i was too “black”. or i wasn’t “black enough”. now, i’m receiving - i’m too stupid or i’m too fake. my writing isn’t good enough. my writing is cliche. i look like a monkey. and so on. and so forth. and as i’m typing these things.. i find myself giggling a bit, wondering why i even allow these things to bother me. but truthfully, all negativity from outside sources bothers me. no matter what form it comes in. i always question, “what have i done to deserve this?” and although i often ignore these nasty comments, i’ve realized i harbor the feelings i receive when i see these comments. embarrassment. frustration. confusion. hurt. disappointment. betrayal. i let these statements affect me to the point where i’m starting to silence my voice. i’m starting to be more afraid to speak up for myself. the thought of confrontation makes me nervous. the thought of even receiving any awful comments makes my stomach flip. so i won’t say anything at all. i’ll keep everything to myself if it’ll keep the mean people and their nasty opinions away. but i’m trying to break out of this. i really am. i’m trying to be more understanding of the way people work. i know.. that the way we treat people is a reflection of the way we treat or view ourselves. meaning.. those who are willing to go out of their way to attack a person for absolutely no reason, ultimately feel that they need to. either because, they don’t have enough love for themselves, to be consumed within themselves and their own positivity, or, simply, they hate themselves just as much as they hate me. and not personally, but mainly, their views of life are formed in a negative and hateful way.. more often than not. idk.. maybe i’m getting too ahead of myself. or maybe i make sense and i’m afraid no one will understand it. lol. but anyway. idk. i’m just glad i got to get these things off my chest because i feel like my readers.. and supporters.. or those who just fuck with me, for whichever reason.. are always looking forward to hearing from me. and i’m trying to, again, be more accepting of the fact that not everyone is going to always like my shit. my writing. my poetry. my points of view. my ideas. and that’s okay. that doesn’t make me any less of an artist or woman or idealist.. and that doesn’t make whomever else any less than either. i’m thankful. for these moments of clarity because they really ground me and put me back in my place. i get to reflect on how i’ve sabotaged my own life.. and i pray that god help me heal from it. the reality of this all is.. i’m my own worse enemy. and i have been.. for most of my life. and i know this because i would have never ever allowed myself to go through all the hardships that i did. i would have never allowed myself to not only deal with half the people i’ve dealt with - but also.. i wouldn’t have allowed myself to be as affected by negativity as i was. all i was doing, and all i’ve been doing, is place energy in places and spaces that my energy was never meant to be. 2016 was the ending. i firmly believe this because there is always a storm before a sunny day. there were times last year when i thought i was out of touch with myself and i couldn’t hear god as clearly as i’m used to.. but really.. s/he was with me all along. guiding me to this place i’m in now. this place of - understanding, acceptance, and gratitude. i’m finally understanding that sometimes we go through shit. sometimes a lot of shit. but what we go through doesn’t define us. it shapes us into the people that we’re ultimately meant to be. stronger. wiser. and happier.. if anything. i’m finally accepting that some things, many things, are out of our control. but we have much more control than we think. the way we react to life will result in our karma. we can choose how to react and ultimately this will help affect all of our situations moving forward. i’m also learning to accept people as they are. everyone will do as they please. and not everyone will be considerate of mine, or anyone else’s, feelings. in knowing this, i have to constantly remind myself to not take anything personal. the longer i feed into other peoples negativity, the longer i’ll be miserable. misery is the result of not fully understanding or not fully having control over certain situations. but the more intuitive we are.. the easier it will be to keep away from misery. and finally.. i’m grateful for the one friend i had all along.. whom i never give enough credit to. my best friend and boyfriend. every single tear that came strolling down my cheek.. he was always here to help wipe and then uplift me. the more silence i become the more he encourages me to speak. even if he, himself, doesn’t fully understand. i’m grateful to god for showing up in all forms. people. places. numbers. symbols. etc. i cannot be anymore thankful for my relationship with god. for not only helping me get through one of the best/worst years of my life.. but also.. for giving me the strength to open up about it. knowing.. that everyone’s perception of me is that i’ve “got it all together.”
—  Reyna Biddy
Remember Patty?

That’s the new girl. She knows a lot of the rules already, got her name picked out and everything. Patty, come over here, say hi! Make her feel welcome, yeah? Oh, a couple of you might know her from that party right after New Year's - y'know, when Danger Dude was off his head and wanted to dive into the river? Yeah, Patty was one of the people trying to hold him back. She also punched Yellow’s ex in the face. So basically, she’s a handy gal to have around, ain’t that right Patty? Ha, yeah she’s good people. Oh, could you ple-ah-I mean - do you mind grabbing me some chips from the table? Thanks Patty. See what I mean? Good people.

Okay, thanks for being cool guys. I know most of you were at that party - Ginger, I know it was you who punched Yellow’s ex. We all do. But Patty - she just introduced herself, told me those stories like I wasn’t there, so I had to play along. I’m not the only one getting - y'know - vibes, right? Aw man, she’s coming back. Have any of you seen her around before? No-one’s heard of her? Does nobody remember Patty?

No? Thank god. Because I sure as hell don’t.


Flame | Finn Bálor

Title: Flame (loosely based on the song ‘Flame’ by Tinashe)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader

Summary: “I feel sorry that Finn was unlucky enough to ever meet you..”

Word Count: fucking 5,114 (!!!)

Warnings: Talk of past infidelity, angst, and romantic sexy times - NSFW

A/N: This fic is requested by @ortonaholic !! I hope I did your idea justice, it came out waaayyyy longer than I anticipated tbh.

ALSO, I made this fic interactive because I was requested to give the OC a name but I don’t really like naming the OC’s for the soul purpose of the readers not being able to truly place themselves within the story. Therefore, if you type your name in the little box, a magic computer fairy will insert your name in the fic (whaaaat!?) PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS WILL NOT WORK ON MOBILE SORRY. With that being said, I hope you all enjoy!

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His Girl - Part 2 ✘ Sebastian Smythe Imagine ✘

A/N: I’M SO CRAZY HAPPY BC YOU GUYS LIKED THE PART 1 AND WANTED THE SECOND ONE ♡ Btw, I’m taking this long to reply and post bc school :/ I’m just posting now because I had this one wrote and sent to my beta some days ago (she had beta this like 2 days ago, but I didn’t check my email! Sorry guys, I’m distracted xD). I’ll be ‘’free’’ at the Sunday! And may I’ll post a Earth 2 Barry oneshot in my free hour in friday, which I wrote some time ago, but didn’t post yet. I’ll be working on the request at the sunday! Don’t kill me, anon. I really liked your idea and I’m crazy for finally sit down and write, school is just taking all of me with the tests :/ Anyway, I hope you guys like it  ♡ 

Btw, I keep thinking if Seb would save the number as Mon chéri t.t

Thanks @lyss-91 for beta

Summary: Sebastian sees his ex girlfriend (the person he’s still in love with, by the way) dating a New Directions’s guy, Sam Evans. Of course, Sebastian is going to get his girl back, after all, she’s his girl. She always was and always will be. And he’s hers. Which doesn’t mean they’ll be back at the first look.

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Part 1

10 PM, Sebastian’s cell phone beeped, announcing a new message. The Warbler grabbed the phone, smirking at the thought that you had picked up his number in the coffee cup.

Unknown number:

So, I guess that means you want to talk to me.

Sebastian saved your number and replyed almost immediately.


Not only talk, mon bébé ;)

He smirked at himself at the thought of your reaction.



By the way, it was exactly what he expected.


15 minutos, in front of Lima Bean.


It’s like 10, Sebastian! My parents won’t let me go.


Plus, your parents love me. If they know this is our so waited coming back, they’d let you and your mom would even stay wake to wait you for tell her everything.


This is not our ‘’so waited coming back’’, and shut up. Better my parents don’t wake up and find out I left without they consentient, or I’ll make sure you’re dead.


Only your mouth can shut up mine. Or other delicious par of you.


On my way, 15 minutes.


“What do you want to talk about?” You asked, not sure how to begin this conversation. He arched his eyebrow, obviously predicting that you were avoiding the elephant between the two of you, a ‘Really?’ Stamped on his face. You sighed, opening your arms. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Sebastian! I’m confused here!”

“You’re not confused, (Y/N). You and I know that very well. Just like we both know you would n’t have sent me a message if you hadn’t had feelings for me yet.” Sebastian said straight, making your gaze catch up in the sky. He held your wrist, making you look at him. “Just like I keep loving you.” The Warbler almost whispered, the first time he’d even touched the word love with anyone since you break up.

“I still have feelings for you? Of course I do! And I love you, Sebastian. But I can’t do that.” You stepped away from him, and his hand felt empty without your skin, your heart was still beating at his sudden approach.

“Why? Because your New Directions’s boyfriend? Plus, (Y / N) “ Sebastian rolled his eyes, not believing that you were holding yourself because of a stupid trout. But knowing that this was exactly the kind of thing you would do to not hurt someone.

“He’s a good person, Sebastian. I can’t just rule him out because you showed up and asked me to! I like him!” You pointed out the obvious, but you had another worry. And if this was to be a clean conversation, you would put all the cards on the table.

“What if things end up as they did before?”

“Don’t put this on me, (Y N). Its wasn’t my fault!” Sebastian defended himself.

“Oh, so this was my fault?” You said wryly.

“Well, it wasn’t me who told you that was leaving on the day of the flight.” He countered in return, making you step back.

“That wasn’t a good idea,” you said quietly, feeling tears fill your eyes.

“(Y/N)… I… I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re right.” You looked directly into his emerald eyes. “I fucked things up, it was my fault, I should have said it before. But I was so afraid, Seb.”

“Afraid? Afraid of what? ” Sebastian asked confused, approaching of you with slow steps.

“I was afraid you would leave me when you found out because I would be gone anyway and you wouldn’t want to waste your time with me, and…”

“Never, I said, never think you’re a waste of my time, (Y/ N). I wouldn’t do that and I’ll never.” Sebastian held your hands, feeling your skin on his again was an unbelievable sensation. You let go of his hands and put your arms around his neck. Sebastian hugged you back, putting his long arms around you, making you feel safe. God, how you missed that hug. “Je t'aime, mon bébé.”

“I love you too, Seb.” He pulled away a little, just enough to cup your cheeks and bring your lips close. But before you kissed, you walked away with your eyes closed and a deep breath. ’'But I can’t hurt Sam. He’s been really good to me. He’s a good person.“ You turned around and ran off, giving Sebastian no chance to answer you, all you heard was him shouting your name. If you were there, you didn’t know what you could do, so you walked away for good.

Later that dawn, you received a text message.


He may be a good person, but he’s not the person who you love.

Look what we got here

Hi I just found your account and I love it !!!! Can I request something daryl Dixon , where you are pregnant with his child - you two are married . And you are chosen for Negan’s line up so daryl gets super shouty etc - you can choose the ending xx

I may have gone a little over board with with one… my bad yall. Oh well enjoy, requests are open 

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The cold dirt was undeath my knees. My husband was right next to me, I knew that he had to be in shock like the rest of us. I felt my heart beating so fast that it was almost in my throat and my brain pulsing from the anticipation. Not only am I worried for my life that could possibly end because of the Saviors or even because of Negan himself. As we are on our knees waiting for our destiny I could feel our child start to move inside of me. I was almost seven months into the pregnancy, it was obvious that I was pregnant. I knew that if I got chosen it wouldn’t just be life ending, it would be our child’s life as well. Which I know would destroy Daryl, he really didn’t have anyone else to show his true self to. And losing me and our baby would destroy him.

As we all were knelt in front of the camper I tried to think that maybe I would be spared from being slain. However I knew that I most likely wasn’t going to be, it doesn’t matter who you are or what your condition was. No one cares anymore, it’s a one for all out in this world.

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@ultrachaoticsymmetry said:  “ A prompt:  Balloon squad witnesses Noora joking again, how Sana is so lucky. “Sana can just marry a nice muslim boy and avoid all the hard stuff like crushing on someone, falling in love and having her heart broken”. How do the boys react? I’m specially interested what Elias and Yousef will say/do, naturally :). “


Well here it is. I really hope you like it.

Like I told you, I’ve set it at the time of the last clip, like if I was rewriting what happened. So the fight never happened and the kiss (the hideous kiss) never happened either. I started after Noora tells Sana about William. Also I’ve focused on Yousef and Elias because it was what made sense to me. I hope you don’t mind. 

I really realy hope you like it and that you don’t hate me for changing it a little bit

Thank you for trusting me with your idea


“William has a new girlfriend”

Sana stayed quiet for a moment. How was she supposed to tell Noora that she already knew that? Maybe if she didn’t say anything…

“You knew that?” Noora asked noticing Sana’s silence.

Again, Sana didn’t know what to say.

“You knew that?” Noora repeated

“I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you but…”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me” The blonde girl said

“I’m sorry, we all wanted to tell you but we didn’t want to hurt you…we thought he was the one that needed to tell you…”

Noora thought for a moment. As angry as she was in that moment at her friends for not telling her, she could understand it. She had been in that same situation last year when she found out that Jonas was dating someone and she hadn’t told Eva because she felt like Jonas was the one that needed to tell her.

“It’s okay…” she sighed “I get it…It just…hurts”

“I know, come here” Sana said hugging her friend

“I feel so stupid right now, you know?” Noora said almost crying.

“You’re not stupid Noora, he is. You’re better than him and if he can’t see that then it’s his loss, okay?” Sana said pulling away from the hug and making her friend look at her.

“Thank you” Noora said

“Now, you can stand there and talk shit about him all you want, I’ll be here to listen” Sana said

“I’d really love that” Noora laughed.

Start then” she said nodding.

“Well…I…” Noora started but was interrupted by two intruders.

“Hey, girls!” Elias said approaching them with a smile

Next to him there was Yousef adjusting his snapback self-consciously. Sana looked at him and he smiled instantly making her heart jump.

“Elias, we are talking” Sana told her brother

“It’s okay Sana, they can stay” Noora said smiling at the boys.

“See, sis? The girl wants us here” Elias teased his sister

“Whatever” Sana said rolling her eyes

“We can leave if you want to talk” Yousef offered

“It’s fine. I was complaining about my ex-boyfriend” Noora said.

“Interesting, continue” Elias said nodding

“I just found out he has a new girlfriend and well, Sana was comforting me like the great friend she is”

“Good, old, Sana” Elias said putting an arm around his sister but she pulled away from his embrace quickly rolling her eyes

“You’re always there for everyone, aren’t you?” Yousef asked with a smile

Sana just shrugged and blushed.

“Anyway, let’s talk about something else. I don’t want to keep digging in my heartbreak.” Noora said, then she added looking at Sana “Maybe I should start to consider the Islam idea again”

Sana’s answer was only a forced smile, she didn’t like that topic and especially not in front of her brother.

“What idea?” Yousef asked confused

“Oh, I was telling Sana the other day how lucky she is because she doesn’t have to worry about heartbreak and that maybe I should become muslim too to avoid it” Noora said chuckling.

“Wow, ignorant, much?” Elias asked raising his eyebrows

“Elias…” Sana warned him, she didn’t want to start a fight.

“You seriously are not going to say anything about that comment?” he asked her confused, his sister would always call out everyone on their bullshit.

“I’m sorry, have I said something wrong?” Noora asked confused

“You really think that because she’s muslim she doesn’t suffer?” Yousef asked bitterly

“Yeah, like what do you think she is? A robot? She has feelings just like everybody else” Elias added

“Oh, that wasn’t what I meant. I was just saying that you know since she’s not really into the dating thing she doesn’t have to go through crushes and heartbreaks. I was only joking, like maybe I could be muslim too and find a good muslim boy for me and avoid all the suffering.” Noora tried to explain herself.

Yousef closed his eyes in disbelief and shook his head lightly.

“It’s okay, Noora, I get it” Sana said hoping that her brother would just drop the topic

“It’s not okay” but of course, he didn’t “Do you really think it’s that easy? Just go find a good muslim boy and she doesn’t have to suffer at all. Seriously? What if she falls in love with a bad guy, even if he’s muslim? What if she doesn’t fall in love at all? Or, what if she falls in love with a non-muslim guy?” Unconsciously, Elias pointed at Yousef with his hands in the last question. The conversation he had had the previous day about his sister liking his best friend was still in the back of his head.

“Elias!!” Sana yelled at him noticing what he had done.

Yousef, who had also seen Elias’ hands pointing at him, looked from Sana to his friend and back to Sana trying to find an explanation.

The scream made Elias look at his sister and then at his hands, realizing that he was in fact, still pointing at Yousef. He quickly dropped his arms by his sides and widened his eyes.

I’m sorry, Sana I…” Elias started but was interrupted by Noora, who was oblivious to the whole thing

“Sana, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you with my comment. Of course I know you have feelings and that you can also suffer. I was just joking but it was definitely a bad and ignorant joke. I’m sorry” Noora said

“It’s okay…I just…I need some air” Sana said leaving the club without looking at anyone.

“Sana…” Noora called her and was about to follow her but Elias stopped her.

“I think she wants to be alone now” Elias told her

“I’m sorry, Elias. I really am, it wasn’t my intention to hurt anybody”

“I know, and I’m sorry too for getting that angry. It just pisses me off when people assume things about us” he apologized

“It’s okay, I totally understand it, I just…” she stopped when she noticed that someone else was missing “Where’s Yousef?”

Elias looked around and saw him going outside the club.

“Hopefully, where I want him to be”

Noora looked at him confused not knowing what he meant with that

“It’s okay. Why don’t we start over? Let’s sit and talk about love. It seems like you need some lessons” he said

“And you’re going to teach me?” she asked raising her eyebrows

“I’m an expert in love” he said winking at her “come on”

She laughed and followed him to the back of the club where the couches were.

She was sitting on a bench outside the club. She was trying to calm herself but so far it wasn’t working. How stupid could Elias be? He basically told Yousef that she liked him. Well, maybe he hadn’t told him but he pointed at him suggesting that she was in love with a non-muslim. She rolled her eyes and shook her head remembering it.

Maybe Yousef hadn’t realized it though, maybe he hadn’t noticed how Elias was pointing at him, maybe he wouldn’t think anything of it, maybe…


She looked up and there he was, standing in front of her, hands in his pockets and his permanent smile on his lips.

“Hi” she said

“Are you okay?” he asked

“Yeah, just wanted to take some fresh air”

“Can I sit?” he asked

She just nodded without looking at him. Sana felt him sitting next to her, leaving enough space between them so they wouldn’t touch each other.

“Are you sure you’re okay? That comment was so out of order”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it by now” she said shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal

“Do you have to deal with comments like that often?”


“And you don’t say anything about it? I mean, you have a right to fight back”

“You know, I used to fight back. Last year every time someone would say something ignorant I would call them out but lately…I’m just tired, you know? Like it reaches a point when you are just tired of fighting back…”

“It shouldn’t be like that” he whispered

“But it is…”

They both stayed quiet for a moment until Yousef broke the silence

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure…” she said afraid of where the conversation could go

“What Elias said back there, about you falling in love with a non-muslim…do you think that could work?” he looked at her biting his lip nervously.

Sana looked back at him and thought about her answer for a moment. She smiled and stood up.

“I don’t know…I’ll tell you if that ever happens to me” she said shrugging and turning around to leave.

She started to walk away but then stopped, considering whether she should ask the question she had in mind or not. She turned around and looked at him. The look in his eyes was all she needed to take the plunge and ask him

“What about you? Do you think you could ever fall in love with a muslim girl?”

A smiles spread on his face as he stood up and walked towards her stopping far enough to respect her personal space but close enough to make sure she would pay attention to his next words

“Maybe I already have”

A smile as wide as his appeared on Sana’s face, showing her dimples. They both stood there, looking at each other and smiling, knowing that no more words were needed in that moment to understand what was going on between them.


So this is it, as you can see I’ve added some yousana because well, I can’t help myself. 

I really hope you’ve liked it

Please know that I’m not trying to demonize Noora, just following the prompt and also I hope you don’t think this fic is disrespectful in any way

Thank you so much for reading!!

if you dream girl is her…

if your dream girl is her, tell her i’m sorry. tell her i’m sorry i couldn’t let go. tell her i’m sorry for the times i facebook, twitter, myspace, and even today instagram stalk her. tell her i’m sorry for the times i accidentally double tapped her picture then quickly undid it. tell her i’m sorry i called her a thunderstorm because you made my life so gray.

if your dream girl is her, tell her that i’m sorry. i’m sorry i took your heart and gave it a few more cracks than it started with. tell her that fireball works better than “im sorry” when trying to mend it. im sorry he’s got scars in places he won’t ever show you. tell her you can’t fix a leak in a roof in a fucking rain storm. tell her that you’re not a hole in a roof you’re a sunny summer day. tell her you aren’t a summer day, you are the summer. my favourite season.

if your dream girl is her, tell her i’m sorry that i loved you first. tell her i’m sorry she won’t ever get to say that. tell her i wish she could. tell her i didn’t deserve it. tell her i’m sorry he was a house i could never see the beauty in.

if your dream girl is her, i’m sorry. im sorry that he won’t ever be able to look into your brown eyes without seeing me. im sorry that when a song comes on in the car he has to turn it off. tell her i’m sorry there are stories she can’t hear. tell her i’m sorry i made your heart a construction site. im sorry she spent months trying to tear down ur walls while i was helping you put the god damn drywall up.

tell her i’m sorry it took me so long to see clearly. tell her i’m sorry i want him back. tell her i’m sorry i’m still writing these fucking letters. tell her im sorry that you found him as an abandoned house. im sorry i keep making metaphors for houses.

if your ex girl is her…

if your ex girlfriend is her tell her, it’s okay. it’s okay for the times you liked my posts accidentally at 2AM on Facebook or twitter or Instagram or whatever. it’s okay you unlinked it. it’s okay you look at my stuff, i can’t imagine losing a boy like this either.

—  a letter to the new girl, from the old girl who broke up with your boyfriend but still regrets it by Heather Vance
'Grey's Anatomy': Jo's Estranged Husband May Finally Get Introduced | EW

The moment Grey’s Anatomy fans have been waiting for may soon be on the horizon: meeting Jo’s estranged husband.

As revealed at the close of season 12, Jo Wilson (Camilla Luddington) could not marry Alex (Justin Chambers) because she was already wed to an abusive man, whom she ran away from, changing her name in the process. Though Jo has been hiding from him this whole time, if she ever truly wants to be rid of him, she’ll need a divorce (or annulment!), meaning there’s a good chance he could soon come into the picture.

“There is a chance, a big chance,” executive producer Debbie Allen tells EW. “It’s the elephant in the room, the one piece that we have not been able to fit into the puzzle of why they have not been able to get married, what she’s been holding back and what she’s been dealing with. It gives us great story.” In fact, it’s potentially such a rich story line that Allen adds, “It can go all the way into next season, I can tell you that.”

The question remains whether Jo is actually ready to face her ex, or if Alex may put her in that position himself — after all, if he does want to properly propose, he could try to track down the man himself. “Possibly yes,” Chambers says. “Or maybe the guy comes back. He’s still out there. I don’t know yet. They’re still married, Alex is still in love with Jo, he wants to marry her, so that’s going to have to come to rest, that whole situation.”

After he nearly ended up in prison for beating up DeLuca (Giacomo Gianniotti), would Alex take the high road with Jo’s ex, even though this man abused the woman he loves? “I would think he would be a little more cautious, but Alex always does things unpredictably, so we’ll see what happens,” Chambers says.

In the meantime, DeLuca will finally come to terms with his feelings for Jo, which should stir up new drama in the wake of last year’s finale. “The whole season has been teasing at that,” Gianniotti says. “He has tiptoed around how he feels about her, but he hasn’t directly said it. By the end of the season, we’re going to see him confront her and his feelings. I don’t know how it’s going to go for him. Nice guys often finish last, so we’ll see.”

This time around, however, it doesn’t look like things will get physical between Alex and DeLuca in the aftermath. “I don’t think he’s going to beat him up again,” Chambers says. “I think DeLuca is just going through a little spell, he just has a crush on her. There’s plenty of fish in the sea. Jo still loves Alex, so I think that’s where it’s at.”

BTS Reaction~~

“BTS reactions: To an ex-girlfriend leaking pictures of their gf.(new)“

I was unsure on EXACTLY what you meant, so i hope this if okay>

Im kind of making this as a bad breakup with the EX because i dont imagine the boys being mean unless the girl was first…im sorry if this isnt what you want.


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

He would “accidentally” send a picture of her in a cute sundress. And be like “IM SOOOO SORRY. Did i send that to you, im sorry i meant to send that to everyone but you..” And then he would periodically send a selfie of them two to her and eventually she would demand he delete her number from his phone. He would be a little bitch xD. He would be so sassy to her, and making up excuses to why he keeps sending photos of him and his new girl


Originally posted by bangtannoonas

He would DM her a photo of his new girl wearing his flannel with a message like..”waaaaah look how much better she looks” and then she would blow up hs phone. He would read the messages with his new girl just in awe how much she wasn’t over him. He wouldn’t bother much, because its too much effort to fuck with her LOL. #lazyyoons


Originally posted by vexedmikxyla

J-hope would TOTALLY take his new girl to meet her. Straight up, he would go to her and be like…i wanted you to meet her. And he would be overly cute to her in front of his ex. Then he would send her pictures on their anniversary, he would never talk to her, unless it was about his new girl. It would drive his ex mad, and he would soak it up. He would never even say hi, just a text with a photo of them two “OHMO look at how cute we are. we were never that cute OHMOO” is something he would say

Rap Monster(Namjoon)~

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

He wouldn’t really leak any photos…what he would do is take his new girl to where she works (say like a restaurant) and he would be OVERLY cute to her since his ex has to serve them. He then would introduce his new girl to his ex, and be BLUNT AF and kill his ex. He would then leave no tip and leave with his new girl laughing


Originally posted by jimiyoong

He would take a photo of them two looking at each other with bedroom eyes and send it to her blatantly. He would then proceed to send her constant photos, when she then changes her number, he would then blow up her instagram. He would be so spiteful and cold…he would even ask to double date with his ex but he knows she doesn’t have a boyfriend. He would “accidentally” drop by her house with his new girl for all his old stuff..


Originally posted by cutae-hyungie

He would be genuine, he would send her photos of his new girl and be like isn’t she pretty? He would talk to her about his new girl, and ask her for advice..he wouldn’t be good at the EX thing. Which would be bad because she would still love him, and his new girl would get jealous and he would be so freaking clueless as to why this was happening. He would just freak out and try to make it better but being the clueless tae..it wouldn’t work


Originally posted by roselstra

Jungkook would secretly date his new girl, while talking to his ex. He would obviously let his new girl know cause he wanted to fuck with his ex. He would flirt with her, but not too much as he felt bad. He would then one day stop talking to his ex, and she would get worried and stop his place. Then he would come out “looking like he was having sex” and his new girl came out with him. He would love to see the face of his ex all sad and shit xD. I IMAGINE HIM BEING THE GUY YOU DONT WANT TO BREAK UP WITH ROUGHLY CAUSE IT WILL COME BACK TENFOLD XD

Tommy Oliver as a girl?

This is how I would want Tommy Oliver to be introduced in the sequel if they were a girl/ head cons about what she would be like and other shit. Also if Trimberly won’t happen in the next movie (cry) then how maybe Trini and Tommy could be a thing. Disclaimer (not really) I basically thought of all this because ya girl wants to be Tommy and I like imagined myself as her, yeah I’m weird I know
-Tommy is the new girl
- “my mom wanted a boy”
- automatically popular and hangs around with Kim’s ex friends
- Tommy is a BITCH!! And I mean like worse than tweedle dum and tweedle dee, this kinda represents how Tommy was turned evil by Rita in the OG show
- she threatens Kim
-I kinda imaging this side of Tommy as Faith from Buffy The Vampire Slayer when she was evil
- VERY sarcastic
- Doesn’t wear green
(So in the teaser trailer you would see her like bullying the rangers and that’s it and people would be like who the fuck is she)
How the character arcs:
- she’s walking home one night and some guys from school come up and try to harass her
- what they don’t know is that Tommy is a black belt in some sort of martial arts and fights back
-however they’re are too many of them and pin her against the wall
- suddenly someone pulls the guys away and beats them up/ scares them away
- Tommy is pretty shook
- that person is Trini who saw all this happen from across the street
-Trini tries to comfort her (very awkwardly)
- Tommy ends up just talking
- Tommy reveals how she never used to be a bitch, she was actually really nice and a great student, but gave into peer pressure and did some shit she didn’t want to
- she tells Trini that bitch 1 and 2 (Amanda and Harper? Idk) told her to pick on the rangers “the freaks of Angel Grove” so again peer pressure
-She apologies to Trini and tell her that she doesn’t want to be evil anymore (again reference to how Tommy was evil)
-this is meant to be a really deep and meaningful moment
-Trini tells her that they can be friends and that she can persuade the other rangers to let her join their friendship group
- Trini kinda has a crush on Tommy
-that night Trini texts the ranger group chat about what just happened
-Kim was not impressed and doesn’t want her to join
-Jason says to give her a chance ‘but she’s probably lying, just looking for attention’
-next day at school the rangers are together and they see Tommy walking towards them with the bitch squad
-Jason: ‘I told ya Trin’ in a sincere way
- however Trini notices that Tommy is dressed differently
-high waisted mom jeans, black belt, white converse, white low neck tank, oversized GREEN flannel (worn like a jacket) and a Ying yang necklace (like the one Tommy has on the OG show)
- they walk up to the Rangers all awaited the shit they’re about to get but Tommy winks at Trini to assure her she’s gonna do something
-Trini smiles
- bitch 1 and 2 say something bitchy
-“Go on Tommy say something” a bitch says
- “Ok I will” she then speaks her mind saying how they’re bitchy and completely slaying and telling them to stay away from the rangers.
- this draws in a crowd
-rangers shook
- everyone cheers and B1 and B2 walk away
- “So got room for one more misfit?” She asks
-Trini has the biggest smile on her face
Ok so this has been very long and I still have more ideas so if you guys want me to do a part 2 please say because I have more ideas, more references to the original show and how Trini and Tommy would kiss. And I do ship Trimberly but this is if it doesn’t happen. Tell me what u think.💚💚💚

Someone That Loves You

Summary: Ginny, Mike, and Rachel attend a sponsor party.

Don’t touch me
Boy I want you
Not allowed to
You have someone that loves you
I’m waiting
And I’m patient
I’m deluded
You have someone that loves you

This is for The Plastics (#ganggang), particularly @macaroni-rascal who knows what she did

It shouldn’t still bother her. Mike and Rachel were back together before she and Noah got together—and broke up almost comically soon after. Ginny should be used to seeing Mike holding his ex-wife-turned-new-girlfriend’s hand. She should be over the emptiness that plagues her own hand, and the want for his finely crafted fingers between her own, but there she is. Wanting. She sighs, heads to the bar and downs her glass of champagne then requests, “Can I get a Jack and Coke?”

It’s Mike’s drink (she doesn’t even like Jack much), but she takes a gulp from the glass nonetheless. A burly elbow nudges her own and she turns, not surprised to find Mike (surprisingly without his date) beside her.

anonymous asked:

In your opinion, Trixx and Bee-Kwami what relationship will have with their new partners (Alya and Chloe)? Personally, I am convinced that Kwamis represent an opposite personality regard their human companions, thus forming a perfect balance (see: Adrien and Plaggue). [Continue...]

[…Immediately!] Ex.: I think that with a spoiled and selfish girl as Chloe, her kwami will be very severe and bossy, as ‘she’ is forced to live with a girl like that, but at the same time, her kwami will prove to be very sweet and encouraging, because 'she’ is sure that there is good in everyone’s heart (see: Kuzco and Patcha in 'The Emperor’s New Groove’ ___ C'mon, what’s the big deal? Nobody’s that heartless!)…

I love this so much. Like, Pollen calls her out and calms Chloe down. 

“Chloe, Honey (Because I want Pollen to call Chloe Honey all the time), that was mean. Cut that out. They didn’t mean anything by it.”

I wonder how Trixx’s personality would work with Alya? I like to think that maybe Trixx is more of a “Let’s mind our own business” kind of Kwami. Like, Alya loves superheroes. She wants to know the identities of the heroes. She sticks her nose everywhere. I like to think Trixx is the opposite of that. 

“Keep some mystery about would you?”

Maybe Trixx is a little bit like Plagg that Trixx doesn’t want to transform immediately while Alya is stoked to be a hero and go help.

“There’s already three over there. They can handle it with two. They don’t need us today. Let’s nap instead.”

…I’m gonna draw for this. I love it lol.

The Walls Sweat

I think I need to move again.

The doctor called it agoraphobia. I call it a rational reaction after being stalked for two years by an ex boyfriend. The moment he was finally jailed, I picked up everything and got out of there. Mom said I could move in with her, but I didn’t want her to see what I’d become.

The new apartment was across the state, cheap, and had plenty of delivery services. Once I entered that building, I resolved the closest I’d get to leaving it was to get the mail every other day. I worked from home, freelance writing. Unpredictable, at best, but I’d managed to get it to work for me.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a Lysander drabble? Closer by chainsmokers has been stuck in my head for a while now and I can't help imagining the characters in the song being Candy and Lys. ❤️ some angst with a happy/hopeful ending please :3

I happen to really love that song and I’m a sucker for going drabbles based off songs. Hope you like it!

There was a brief second that Lysander swore he forgot to breathe. It was like the air left his lungs and if he ever breathed again, it would be inhaling her breath or the scent of her perfume. Instead, he stood there simply staring just at the end of the bar, his eyes firmly planted on the girl sitting alone on one of the stools, absently stirring a drink.

Last time he saw her, her hair was shorter and a lighter color. She seemed to be a few inches taller, but he wasn’t sure if that was due to her heels or not. Her body was drastically different than the small, petite girl he remembered that could fit underneath him perfectly. Her eyes were the same – swirling so deep that he could drown in them. There was sting in his chest as old feelings rose to the surface.

“Candy,” he breathed her name like a whispered confession.

She turned her head sharply at her name. As their eyes met, time slowed to a still and he was acutely aware of the pounding in his chest. There was so much in her eyes that he knew that it was the same girl he fell in love with four years ago, but that also made her the same one that broke his heart without hesitation. He couldn’t seem to look away, but his feet moved on their own straight toward her.

“Hey,” Candy spoke first, softly as if she didn’t want to scare him off. Her eyes broke contact with his just brief enough to look him over, “You’re – uh – you’re looking pretty good.”

He swallowed thickly, “You too.”

She was. He told her years ago that she was the most beautiful person in the world.  He meant it then and despite knowing that it was dangerous to believe so now, he couldn’t help it. She was still Candy. The same Candy that whispered to him in the movie theater with her hand on his thigh. The one who loved being the small spoon, but halfway through the night would squirm away and steal the blankets. Who he told his secrets to and who confessed to him more than once about things that no one else knew.

He needed a drink if she was going to keep talking to him. He sat down beside her and waved down the bartender for a quick shot, well aware that she kept her eyes closely on him.

He couldn’t say exactly how it happened, but the next thing he knew they were in the back seat of her rover parked behind the bar with their lips pressed together that he couldn’t tell where his ended and hers began. His hands slipped under her shirt as Blink-182 played on the radio and a groan left her lips.

“Wait, Lys - “ Candy pulled away briefly, with her face flushed and her breathing a bit labored, “If we do this, I have to know that I’m not going to be stepping on anyone’s toes.”

He could see past the clouds of lust in her eyes to see the worry shining in them. He gave a sad smile, his hands politely backing away from her body to answer her.

“I’m not with anyone,” he answers honestly, “I… I haven’t really been with anyone seriously since you left so there’s no exes you need to look out for either.”

Candy’s gaze softened and her hand tenderly cupped his cheek. He leaned into the touch with a sigh.

“If we’re being honest,” she admitted, “I can’t remember why I left you in the first place -”

“- You wanted to explore and see the country,” he supplied the reason, remembering it so clearly. He wanted to go with her and create new memories, to go on adventures with her hand in his. “You said a relationship would slow you down.”

Candy let out a small laugh in disbelief, “I gave up the most perfect guy I’ve ever met because of that. God, how insane was I back then?”

“Fairly much so according to Castiel,” Lysander’s voice was dry and she couldn’t help but laugh once more before she put her hand on the back of his head to bring him in closer for another kiss.

“Then show me what I’ve been missing these past four years.”

Happy with Him


Summary:From stunt coordinator to actor, you are enjoying your life as the actress who plays Tauriel, but you have a few well kept secrets ;)

Pairings:Lee Pace x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Depression; Mentions of parental death, mentions of break up(¿)

Author’s Note: Everything in this is fictional so use your imagination with names and things that have never happened to you.

”Y/n,” the interviewer asks and you look at her smiling.

“Yes?” you ask.

“Tauriel. She’s fearless. Scared of nothing don’t you think?” she asks.

You smile.

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