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Seek, and You Shall Find: Chapter 7

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Her skin was smooth, the finest of foreign silk. A scent–her scent– attacked his nostrils, fine and musky. Earthy, but undoubtedly feminine. Her thin fingers caressed his back, steadily tracing the scars that marred the skin. Long legs were hooked loosely around his own, small feet rubbing gently against his calves.

She assaulted his senses. She was the air around him, surrounding him with her touch, her taste. He couldn’t escape, didn’t want to.

“Claire…” He moaned into her ear, lips brushing the soft shell.

She rolled her hips against his in response– an entirely new sensation for Jamie. A quiet giggle whispered from her lips, much like the one from earlier that evening. “Yes, love?”

Love? Surely, he must be dreaming. Only in dreams did wishes come true so thoroughly.

“I… I want ye, Claire.”

Her legs rose, and hooked around his thighs. She pushed her hips again until their centers were flush. They groaned in unison. “I’m here, Jamie. Have me.”

“I… I don't… I think…”

“Don’t think. Just do. Please?” Her heels dug into his arse, urging…

So he did, pressing into her slowly… slowly… until all he could feel was warm slickness. He crushed himself to her, the hardness of her nipples poking into his chest.

He began to move without thought, a motion as old as time itself.

“Jamie… Jamie, please…” Her voice rasped, the shallow breaths interrupting her words. “Oh, God…”

She seemed to glow, as if lit from within by a candle. The world around them darkened; she was the only light.

“Oh… Oh…”

“Claire, I canna…”


Jamie woke, surrounded by hay and shit, cock in hand. Of course it was just a dream…


Jamie kept watch of Claire from afar. Perhaps it was the embarrassment after his dream that caused him to keep his distance. For weeks, he could not speak to her, could not look her in the eye without flashes of pale legs and full breasts filling his vision.

She didn’t seem to notice, though. She kept herself busy, surrounding her in the greenery that was the Leoch gardens. He saw her mind work as she contemplated each plant, each herb. Her lips moved quickly, whispering secrets to herself.

Sometimes she was joined by Geillis Duncan, wife of the local fiscal. Most times, though, she was alone. In those times, he felt compelled to join her, reach out to her. But her never did. His excuses came readily: he did not want to interrupt her, he was embarrassed by his dream.

Deep within his mind, a subconscious part, though, he knew the truth. He felt strongly about this woman, an emotion pulsed through him that he had never felt before.

He didn’t want to admit it, didn’t know it fully himself. But it frightened him.


The stream bubbled softly, lulling Jamie into a gentle daze. Thoughts escaped him– dreaming without falling asleep.

This was his place, a place he came to be alone. It was far enough from the castle grounds that others didn’t stumble upon it. It was truly nothing special, just a clearing beside a brook. But Jamie held it in high regard; he told his secrets to this earth.

“Jamie.” He started at his name. He knew that voice, but he turned anyway. Claire stood amongst the trees, halfway hidden between two trunks. A faerie, she seemed to be, comfortable and glowing in the nature surrounding her.

“Mistress Beauchamp, hello. How did ye find me out here?”

She walked over to him as she spoke. “Well, I saw you, and I called your name. But I suppose you didn’t hear me. So, I followed the red hair.” She motioned to the mop in question.

“Oh, aye? Did ye need anything, then? Please, sit.” Jamie moved over, giving her enough room to perch on the rock beside him.

“Actually, yes. I wanted to speak with you.”

“What is it, Mistress?”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement of fact.

“Avoiding ye? No, no, that’s no…”

She continues as if he hadn’t spoke. “I was just curious as to why. I mean… I hope I haven’t offended you in any way.”

“No, Sassenach, ye haven’t.”

“Is it your… umm… your lady? Did you not want her to get the wrong… idea about us? I would hate to get in the way of two people in love.”

He had no idea what she was speaking of. Love? “Wait. I’m sorry, Claire. My lady?”

“Oh… umm… yes. The pretty girl with the yellow hair?”

“You mean Laoghaire?”

“I suppose. I saw the two of you in the alcove by the kitchens.”

Jamie would have been grateful to disappear. He could feel his cheeks burn red. She saw that? “Oh… ummmm… no, no. That's… that isn’t my lady. That didn't… that wasn't… anything.”

He couldn’t look Claire in the eye. “So, you just kiss girls without meaning it?”

“N-no! It’s just… she kissed me! And then… I just… I didn't…”

“You didn’t stop her?”

God, what did she think of him now? A man with no morals? A man that takes advantage of women? He chanced a peek at her. A glint sparkled in her eyes, one side of her mouth turned up.

She was teasing him. Oh, Jesus.

“Yer mocking me.”

She didn’t deny it. “A bit,” she said through a chuckle.

“Verra funny.”

He felt a sharp elbow in his ribs. “Oh, come on. Just a bit of teasing. I was serious about you avoiding me, though.”

He couldn’t tell her the truth. “It’s just been… a hectic couple of weeks, is all. I’m sorry.”

“No, no! You’re fine! I just wanted to make sure I hadn’t upset you in anyway.”

“No,” he reassured with a smile. “Ye hadn’t.”

She grinned back before turning back to the stream. They both watched the water in silence. What was she thinking?

He watched her from the corner of his eyes. She sat as a statue, except for her hands. He watched her fingers twirl the gold band on her left hand, a hypnotizing steady rhythm.

“Ye miss him, don’t ye?”

“Hmm?” She followed his line of sight. “Oh, yes. Very much.”

“I’ll listen, if ye want to talk of him. I ken it helps sometimes.”

She turned, staring straight at him. A deep sadness clouded her face, her eyes a sunset disappearing into a starless night.

“His name was Frank…”

Coffee dates

Based on this lovely work of art :)

So here goes…

Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He narrowed his eyes at the coffee cup in front of him and rubbed his sweaty palms on his knees. Why were they even sweaty? This was ridiculous. True, he hadn’t seen Potter in years, but there was no reason to be nervous about it. He didn’t have to prove anything to anyone. Especially not that prat.

So Draco technically still owed him a life debt. So what? He had saved Potter as well, hadn’t he? In the Manor, when… ‘No, don’t think about that now!’ he chastised himself.

“So,” Potter mumbled, obviously uncomfortable himself, “what have you been up to these last few years?”

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anonymous asked:

[ Heya! I hope I'm not coming in too late while you're full or anything, but I really liked your writing and how the three babs would reacted to the breakup texts. (hurts just thinking about it) I would like to see how you would portray Kirishima's reaction to the fake breakup text. It's such a cruel concept but I can't deny the fact that I would like the same request with him in it. I hope the reader would give him plenty of consoling even if it wasn't their fault. COMFORT HIM PLZ ]

THESE are the first prank break-up headcanons I did, they’re for Todoroki, Katsuki, and Izuku.

 THESE are the prank break-up headcanons for Tamaki and Dabi.

It was very hard to imagine putting this sweet lil boy through so much pain, but I hope you’re satisfied with the way I wrote this:’)

Kirishima Eijirou

  • Eijirou has never been so confused in his life before, because when he saw you at school today, you’ve been nothing but sweet to him. Just like you always were. In fact, there wasn’t anything suspiciously off about you today. You just acted like your usual self, and there weren’t even the smallest of signs that could have led him to expect this kind of text message from you. 
  • It was just so sudden that he has to think things through before he would reply. He spends a few minutes struggling to figure out where all of this was coming from. Was it him? Did he do something to upset you? 
  • Not knowing what he did to make you resort to such a decision was torturing him. He felt terrible just thinking that his actions had displeased you.
  • He considers calling one of his friends to ask them what he was supposed to do, or if they had any idea why you suddenly wanted to break up with him. But after thinking it through, he decides that it was a better idea to just ask you.
  • Except the problem is that he isn’t sure how. Your boyfriend was already used to your loving attitude, so he was naturally confused how to react when the message consisted of a single sentence, “Kirishima, I think we should break up.”, with no explanation whatsoever. Another thing was the way you called him by his surname, which was also very unusual of you. You usually called him “Ei” or “Eiji”, and more oftenly by some cute nickname. Only when you weren’t really in the mood would you use his first name fully, but never his last.
  • He is now completely convinced that he did something wrong, and that you must have been really serious about breaking up since you didn’t seem to even want to talk about it, completely ignoring the texts he sent back.
  • At this point, he begins to fall apart, trying again and again to figure out what he did wrong.
  • It just all felt so bitter to the point he starts unintentionally crying, and he feels even more terrible because of it. He feels like he doesn’t have the right to cry when you were the one who wasn’t treated right by him.
  • His chest starts to hurt, and the fact that you still weren’t replying only added weight onto his shoulders. 
  • For a moment, Eijirou considers going over to your house to talk things through, but what if you didn’t want to see him? You were barely replying to his texts as it was, and he just doesn’t want to bother you until the moment you’d be ready to talk to him about it yourself.
  • But he can’t deny how much your absence makes him hurt. He wants to reach out to you and apologize for all of his mistakes, he wants to make sure you weren’t hurting as much as he was because of any stupid thing he could have done to you. 
  • It’s beginning to get dark, and Eijirou doesn’t bother to turn on the lights. He keeps on waiting for a reply that doesn’t seem like coming any moment sooner. Or so he thought, until his phone lights up and he nearly falls off the couch out of surprise. 
  • The text was brief, but it managed to stir up a lot of unexplainable emotions in his chest. 
  • Hey, I’m coming over. I need to talk to you about something”
  • As quickly as he can, Eijirou wipes away the tears from his face and uses his fingers to brush away his spikes of hair that were sticking out in unnatural directions. It didn’t help much though, his eyes are still puffy and red, and his hair is still slightly messy. But the knock on the door comes sooner than he expected, and he doesn’t have much time left to make himself look a little more presentable.
  • He swings the door open without much hesitance. He was desperate to see your face and pour out all of his apologies. In fact, he’d do anything to make you forgive him.
  • For a moment, the both of you stand there in silence, surprised to see how broken the other seemed. Even though it’s still dark because Eijirou hadn’t turned on the lights, he can clearly pinpoint how upset you seem. Then he remembers what he needed to tell you.
  • You’re even more surprised when he looks like he’s about to cry and begins to go on and on about how much he regrets mistreating you, or ever making you feel displeased or doubt your relationship with the boy. He doesn’t even seem like he’s planning to stop. 
  • At least, not until you pull him into your arms and for the first time, he hears you cry. He wants to ask if you’re alright, but your state seems to say otherwise. He doesn’t even know that you’re upset for him, upset that your friend had thought it would be funny to pull up such a joke on your boyfriend. You were sure that it was bothering him all day, and you felt at fault for not finding out sooner.
  • Finally, you start explaining everything, the text message and who had sent it. Now it’s your turn to apologize, but you don’t get to say much because Eijirou grabs onto your shoulders tightly and stares into your eyes seriously, despite how his voice quivers slightly when he speaks.
  • “S-so, we’re not breaking up, yeah?”
  • The way he looks at you so hopefully makes you feel glad to be able to finally fix the little mess your friend caused, and it made you smile at him, making him a little confused. You shake your head vigorously, then wrap your arms around him again.
  • Eijirou, however, starts to tear up again. You look up at him with sheer worry, feeling beyond torn apart to see him like this. You cup his cheeks with your hands gently, giving him an understanding look.
  • “Hey, don’t cry. It’s okay, I’m here.”
  • This only causes his sobs to get more violent. You knew that your boyfriend was very strong and had been more confident in himself lately, so the break-up prank from your friend must have taken a large impact on him. All you can do now is comfort him, and you definetely don’t mind doing so, no matter how much you would need to. As long as it’ll make him feel better, you’d do anything.
  • Eijirou places his hand over yours, as if he has to make sure you were really there, and that he wasn’t just dreaming. You begin to draw circles in the small of his back and slowly lead him towards the couch in his living room.
  • “It’s okay to cry, Eiji. If you need anything, I’m right here. I love you, okay? I promise I would never do something like that to you. It’s okay now.” You say all of the sweet things you could think of, and his crying lessens a tad bit, just enough for him to be able to talk properly.
  • You’re beyond shocked when he admits that the entire time, he felt like it was his fault. In fact, he still does. Even though you tell him repeatedly that he did absolutely nothing wrong, he just can’t shrug off the feeling.
  • You tell him that it’s alright, again and again, until you realize that perhaps he just needed to cry and let his feelings out. So you let him, listening intently and comforting him when needed.
  • Finally, he lets out a sigh, and it’s silent for a long moment. In fact, you almost think he’s asleep as you feel the slow and steady breathing of his chest underneath you. Then he turns to you, he apologizes for having you see him like this, and that you even had to put up with him. You, of course, tell him that it was alright and that you wouldn’t mind comforting him whenever he’d need it again.
  • Another moment of silence commences, until he hesitantly asks a question. He was shy to have to ask for a confirmation like this, but he desperately needed to hear you say it again.
  • “(y/n), I’m sorry, but… You really promise we’re not breaking up, right?”
  • You’re a little taken aback to know that he was still nervous about the break up, but you reply immideately, that yes, you weren’t planning to anytime sooner, and that you really loved him and wouldn’t change anything about him.
  • Something about the way you said it so surely makes him light up again. Your boyfriend shifts closer to you and gives you a warm wide smile. You return it just as genuinely, feeling relieved that he is finally letting himself relax.
  • Eijirou feels a tremendous amount of joy as he pulls you closer and begins pecking your face repeatedly, in between he slips in a “thank you”, then an “I love you, too”.
  • You giggle at his actions and tighten your hold around him.
  • Honestly, neither of you have ever felt so thankful to have eachother.

anonymous asked:

Let's say the DR1 guys (including Chihiro) have a nightmare about their S/O being killed in the killing game. So they try to go and see her, and make sure she's ok, only for everything to come rushing back. That nightmare wasn't just a dream; the trial for her murder was last night. (Does this make sense? I'm not sure if I worded it properly)

I get you anon >_~ I will try my best!

DR1 Boys having  a nightmare about their S/O being killed in the killing game, when they try and go see her it turns out it wasn’t a nightmare after all

Makoto Naegi:

- Oh God… Oh God… That’s you right?! You’re the one on the floor with a slit throat

- He screams, he keeps screaming until he wakes up

- Just… A nightmare, good thing the rooms are sound proof

- The poor egg is shaking so bad, but you’re fine right? He’ll see you at breakfast just as always

- He takes some time to calm down but as soon as he’s sure he can stand without his legs shaking that much he goes straight for your room

- He rings the doorbell, nothing

- He knocks, nothing

- You’re just asleep right?

- “Naegi - kun, what are you doing?”  Oh… It’s just Kirigiri - san

- “I had this horrible nightmare that S/O died! I found her with a slit throat and I just had to… See her to make sure she’s okay.”

- Kirigiri stares at him, her expression is a mix of confusion and sadness

- “Naegi - kun… Do you not remember? That happened yesterday… The trial for her killer ended with Monokuma execu-”

- “NO!”

- The boy is holding his head and crying again

- This was supposed to be a nightmare!

Byakuya Togami:

- The esteemed Togami doesn’t get nightmares

- Yet this is the first one he had

- He saw you, a shocked expression on your face, body lifeless

- He wakes up rather abruptly and just takes a moment to look at his surroundings, nothing but his room

- He pinches the bridge of his nose and gets up slowly

- Just as usual he doesn’t bother turning up to breakfast 

- He knocks on your door but… There’s no answer, how strange

- “Byakuya - sama~”

- Urgh. It’s her.

- “Fukawa. I have no time for you. Where’s S/O?”

- “Huh? What are you talking about Byakuya - sama?… S/O is dead.”

- “What did you just say?”

- “D-Don’t you re-remember, we found her yesterday!”

- So… It wasn’t a dream after all?!

- He refused to leave his room

Mondo Owada:

- Not gonna lie he had nightmares like that for quite a while

- The event with his brother really messed with him

- In his latest nightmare, it was almost identical, the only difference it was you not his brother

- He’s kind of confused as to why you’re not here at breakfast, maybe you just overslept

- When you don’t appear by lunchtime he finds the nearest person

- “Oi. Celeste. Where’s S/O?”

- “Huhu, that is a funny joke Owada - kun, no one knows the answer to this, once we finished the trial her body was already gone”

- Body? Already gone? What the f-

- “Oh… Perhaps you thought this was some sort of bad dream? Well let me tell you this, this is no dream. If you do not adapt then you will not survive!”

- He doesn’t really function well after that realisation. He just stays in the gym and does anything to not think about it

Kiyotaka Ishimaru:

- Honestly this poor boy was so scared when he saw your dead body

- This is definitely not welcome in a school environment!

- He wakes up. Good it was just a dream. That’s reassuring.

 - Well, time to start the morning routine! He gets out a fresh uniform and makes his rounds

- Naegi, Kirigiri, Owada until he reaches your room

- “S/O - kun! It’s time to wake up now!”

- No answer

- “S/O - kun?”

- “U-Um… Ishimaru - kun?”

- “Fujisaki - kun! Do you know of a way to wake up S/O - kun?”

- “… You… Can’t wake up a dead person…”

- “Well that’s true but that has nothing to do with this!”

- “Did you get temporary amnesia?… We held the trial for her yesterday…”

- …

- “Ishimaru - kun?”

- Now he’s the one not responding

- He doesn’t do the morning routine anymore, he only eats when people drag him into the dining hall

- He just lost the way to live

Chihiro Fujisaki:

- Your body was just hanging strung up

- And he couldn’t protect you

- He’s so weak. Weak. Weak. Weak. 

- He wakes up with tears in his eyes

- Was it just a dream?… Oh thank goodness!

- He walks out, happy to come and see you again

- “You look happier… Fujisaki - kun”

- Happier? 

- “Oh course! I’m off to see S/O!”

- “… But S/O… Did you make a computer programme of her?”

- Huh?… What do you mean? There’s tears in his eyes again

- “N-No! I mean the person S/O!”

- “Fujisaki - kun… Don’t you remember?.. S/O was killed yest-… Oh that’s right, you fainted”

- He just kind of isolates himself from everyone else

- When the group does eventually find him it turns out he made an AI of you

Leon Kuwata:

- He had a nightmare which was awfully rare for him. In that nightmare you were dead

- Well whatever, time to hang out with S/O again

- Knowing you you’ll be right outside his do-

- Oh you’re not here

- Okay then… Maybe you’re in your room

- He tries the handle, locked. (How surprising)

- “Yo, Hagakure, you seen S/O?”

- “WHAT?! DID YOU?! OH NOOOOOOO THEN GHOSTS REALLY ARE REAL!” He then runs off leaving Kuwata majorly confused

- “Wait ghost?”

- He decides to find someone who could probably give him a more clearer explanation

- “Asahina. Hagakure was blabbering something about ghosts when I mentioned S/O, do you know where she is?”

- “Huh? S/O? Wasn’t the trial yesterday about her?”

- The trial? Wait that’s awfully like in his… Dream…

- Oh God… Oh no… Oh no no no no no

Hifumi Yamada:

- Gyaaaaaa! What an awful dream!

- It appears that he snoozed off in the art room

- Hm… Where could you be?

- The last thing he remembers is you helping him come up with new ideas but.. You’re not here anymore

- Maybe you went to your room?

- Off he goes!

- On his way to the dorms he comes across Togami

- “Oh! Togami Byakuya - dono! You don’t happen to know where S/O - dono is do you?”

- “She’s dead Yamada. It happened just yesterday how could you forget? Idiot.”

- “It’s rare for you to joke Togam-”

- “I never joke.”

- What… You’re dead?… How can this be?!

- If he can’t have you in 3D… Then he’ll just draw you 

- Soon enough he has drawing of your smiling face all around

Yasuhiro Hagakure:

- Mannnn what a weird fortune… Or dream… He honestly doesn’t know what that was

- Maybe he should go and tell S/O - chi


- Huh that’s not S/O - chi, that’s just Maizono-chi

- “Um… Hagakure - kun… Why are you yelling?”

- “I’m looking for S/O - chi! Where is she?”

- “… S/O - san is dead…. We had the trial yesterday… You just kept muttering her name all the way through it though”

- What?! But his fortunes were only 30% right!

- No… Not S/O - chi…

daveyjvcobs  asked:

Something that gives me peace about Fred's death is that George wasn't there to witness it. Can you imagine the explosion occurring and George frantically searching for his twin afterwards only to find he had been killed? The thought of it breaks my heart...

Oh god. Why would you make me think about that? Still, I can’t say which is worse. This, or the fact that George came back into the Great Hall expecting to find his family gathered there, exhausted but alright, and expecting Fred to make a dumb joke to make them all feel a little less lost and scared, because god knows George can’t think of anything even remotely funny, but surely Fred will, he definitely will because that’s what Fred does…. but then all he finds is his twin brother’s lifeless body surrounded by his crying family and he wonders if perhaps that is why he can’t for the life of him think of anything funny because that half of him just died bye

Something Really Stupid

So here’s a little Alan and Sharna fic I wrote just for fun and because I have absolutely no chill. I don’t think anything would ever happen between them, but I absolutely adore their friendship and they are both two very attractive and single individuals and I couldn’t resist writing this. Also, I love writing Sharna and Peta (and Jenna) together, so that made it even more fun!

“I’m about to do something really stupid,” Sharna hissed in Peta’s ear, grabbing her arm to get her attention and hoping everyone around them would be sufficiently distracted by something else for a minute.

“Yeah, no shit,” Peta whispered, turning to her with a smirk. “I’ve noticed.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sharna said quickly. “Surrounded over here by all your fans? You haven’t noticed a damn thing.”

“You mean you over there flirting with Alan?” Peta kept her voice very low and rolled her eyes. “Yeah. You’re right. I was totally oblivious.” 

Sharna blushed, which she didn’t often do and which completely gave her away. 

Flirting?!” she repeated, doing her best to sound offended. “I have not been flirting!” 

“You’ve been flirting and he has, too. Don’t be so naive. So,” she said, a smile spreading across her face. “That’s the thing you’re going to do, huh? Or should I say who.” 

Sharna had no response to this. “I have not been flirting,” she muttered. 

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Okay so here is a little something I’ve been working on for @s-kinnaly (I’m sorry I took so long but ahhhhh life), featuring Covarog and Ralnor having what was supposed to be a nice, sweet brotherly moment (based on this art of s-kinnaly’s) buuuut it very swiftly turned into angst D: 

Features @figmentforms Rinku and other characters from ATOTR.

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Play the Odds - written by alivingfire
By Organization for Transformative Works


Harry and Louis are best friends since childhood who, after a night of drinking, find themselves locked in a bet: first one to kiss the other a thousand times wins. Wins what? They don’t know. Glory, Harry supposes. Bragging rights, though those don’t do much in this economy. All Harry knows is that this is one bet he can finally win. What he doesn’t expect, though, is what happens when he starts kissing his best friend on a daily basis.

Namely, he doesn’t expect falling head over heels in love with his best friend.

Now all he has to do is make sure the bet never ends, so he never has to stop kissing Louis.

Author - alivingfire            Tumblr - @alivingfire

One shot  |  26,963 words  |  Fic published December 22, 2016

Review - 10 out of 10 Larry Thumbs!!!!

The cuteness of this fic… it knows NO BOUNDS!! From delightful drunken conversations to even more adorable best-friends-maybe-more-that-friends kissing sessions, this fic is top notch. Be prepared to read it all in one go. Its sweetness is highly addicting! 

I genuinely had so much fun reading this. It’s sweet and charming, funny and lighthearted, really well written, and full of good times. If you’re looking for something fluffy with a splash of hotttt chemistry - here’s the fic for you! 

Prince!Luke 2

Title: Exploring

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader

Warning: None

Additional Comment: I’m not going to be one of those people who asks for requests to do additional parts (Know that I will most likely continue a story if I’m into it, however if I’m not then I’ll let you know and give you the option of another part. And it doesn't have to be a lot, one person is enough). I’m not writing for attention, I’m writing because I enjoy it. So if you want another one of anything, feel free to ask but I’ll probably end up doing it anyway. 

Previous Part(s): Part 1

It wasn't supposed to be like this. I never intended it to happen but he just stood there with his beautiful eyes and adorable dimples. How could you expect me to say no?

His indescribably beautiful eyes looked down into mine. His lips were so close that if I leaned forward, ever so slightly, I wouldn’t go far without being stopped by his. He blinked slowly and smiled at me with his dimples.

“I’m asking now,” he whispered, his hand still holding the cloth to my forehead.

I breathed slowly, hoping the mint leaves I had chewed on earlier had paid off. 

“Prince Luke. Your mother-”

He stood up straighter, avoiding my gaze and glanced at the man in front of us.

“I’m sorry was I interrupting something?”

Prince Luke grumbled something and then smiled falsely at him, “Of course not Eli. I was just tending to-”

“Princess Y/n! My apologies!” he spoke officially, bowing in my presence.

Prince Luke finally looked back at me, “Princess? As in the Princess from the Kingdom of Gion?”

I nodded and smiled weakly.

He immediately dropped his hand from my forehead and then turned to dip it again. He wrung it out quickly and then handed it to me, all evidence of emotions were gone.

“I’ll be going then.It was an honor to meet you Princess Y/n. I hope to see you around.”

I smiled, and put the clothe to my head.

He walked toward Eli and then turned around, “Good luck Princess. You’ll need it.”

I watched him curiously as he walked away. Good luck with what? The castle? Or the fact that Prince Jack would be returning with us to rule our kingdom?

I didn’t have much time to think too hard before mother showed up and called me to dinner. I made sure to wring the cloth out and then tucked it into my dress, hoping it wouldn’t soak my dress, before I followed after her.

I asked if I could explore the castle instead but she said that I must go to dinner. Apparently it was rude to show up to someone’s castle and not enjoy their company. I wanted to tell mother that I didn’t ask to come along anyway, but she wouldn’t hear of it.

She walked briskly, navigating her way around as if it was her own castle. On our way, I tried to pay mind to the directions of everything. And then before we made I right to the dinning hall, I noticed a set of large glass doors that led to a beautiful garden. Mother scolded me for stopping to look and so I rushed to catch up, my stone grey dress swishing around me.

When we arrived in the dinning hall, I was immediately greeted by King Andrew and Queen Liz. The moment Mother stood beside them, I noticed the contrast between the three of them. While my mother appeared old and weary, the couple looked so jubilant and friendly. And in that moment, I envied someone else’s parents.

I glance across the table to find a boy that looked like Prince Luke. I smiled warmly, to which he winked at me and I scoffed.

Prince Jack.

Wondering where Y/sister’s/n was, I asked the people around me. Prince Jack -Jack, he insisted that I call him- said that she was in her room,suffering from an upset stomach and a head ache. I knew by the subtle rolling of his eyes that there was more to it.

After we had been our meals, the parents went straight into wedding details. I listened in as they began to discuss whether the wedding would take place in our kingdom or in theirs. I knew they weren’t so keen on letting Jack go so quickly but I also knew that Mother or Father wouldn’t allow to Y/sister’s/n to be alone in a foreign kingdom without one of them present.

I watched as Prince Jack ate lazily, not paying attention to the conversation at all. But I made no move to break the silence between us until I could feel the tension of the topic rise. I strategically managed to take them off the subject and toward what the Kingdom of Qia would provide for the wedding.

They began to list activities and performers that they could hire. And so mother and I let them boast about what they had to offer, not wanting to be rude or start another argument.

After dinner, I excused myself to go find Y/sister’s/n. However, having lost myself in the large puzzle of a castle, I gave up on my search and decided to go to the beautiful garden I had seen earlier.

However lost I thought I was before, could not compare to the feeling of utter helplessness that I felt not knowing, simply, where  the front door were located.

I walked aimlessly through the rooms and up stairs and then back down them until I bumped into a large chest.

I took a step back, rubbing my head. Looking up, I found Prince Jack staring down at me.

He smirked and laughed, “Glad to know you’re already falling for me.”

I chuckled, with no real amusement, “You are so very funny Prince Jack.”

He gave me a smile that couldn’t at all compare to his younger brothers, “So what are you doing up here?”

“I was looking for the garden but I wasn’t aware that I was on a floor that wasn’t the ground level.”

He laughed at me and then held his arm out for me to grab a hold of, “I would love to escort you to the garden, Beautiful.”

I scoffed, “You shouldn’t be acting like that if you’re going to be married soon.”

He chuckled, “Doesn’t mean I can’t have any fun.”

I stopped at our place on the stairs and away from him, “Of course it does. You will be marrying my sister, a wonderful person you doesn’t deserve to be hurt by the likes of you.”

“Oh c’mon-”

“Prince Jack, I advise that you grow up enough to make it in my kingdom. Or I promise you that I will ruin every moment you sit on that throne until the day you die.”

He chuckled, thinking I was playing, “Don’t you mean until you die.”

I stared at him, “I will ensure that I outlive you Prince Jack.”

He looked at me with what could only be fear, “You couldn’t possibly be serious.”

I watched the fear spread from his eyes to the rest of his face, “I am. And if I don’t get to you, I assure you that the people will. They have no problem removing someone they think isn’t fit for the throne.”

“Are you talking about-”

“All I’m saying is that it’s happened to my Grandfather’s ex-wife. Too many parties and not enough meetings. Such a pity she had to go the way she did.”

Prince Jack looked at me in horror. He then cleared his throat and spoke softly, “Down the stairs, take a right and then a left and walk straight, the garden is on the right.” He then hurried up the way we came, to go speak to his parents, I assume.

I smiled as I walked toward my destination. I knew the marriage would go through. We may be small compared to the Kingdom of Qia but what we lacked in numbers we made up with persistence and skill on the battle field. We were a desired ally and a feared enemy. And so I knew the  marriage would proceed so long as they feared to rage a war against us.

I smiled even wider once I reached the glass doors. I threw them open and smelled the fragrance of all the flowers at once. I took a step out, remembering to close the doors behind me, and laughed at the way the wind tickled my skin.

I walked slowly until all I could see were flowers. I then proceeded to run and skip and jump from bush to bush. I smelled the roses and pet the smallest of buds. And when I was finally done wandering I took a seat on the grass, ignoring the bench nearby. I grabbed at a dead dandelion and blew at the seeds. I watched the white fluffs float away into the world and plant themselves in unsuspecting patches of grass.

Once I had grown tired of blowing on dandelions and watching the sky, I walked further into the enormous garden. I would have continued as far as the earth could take me, however a large barn stood in my way. 

I looked it curiously as I walked towards the door. Before I could even think, I bumped into the chest of a tall man and then was caught by a strong arm.

“Prince Jack you really must stop-” I paused. I was going to say ‘touching other women’ but I was also going to say ‘making advances toward me.’ However I was cut off by an indescribably pair of blue eyes.

“Glad to know I’m not the only one you’ve been bumping into,” He said looking at me.

I was released from his touch and smiled weakly, “Don’t tell anyone, but I’m a bit clumsy.”

He laughed, “I think they might know.”

I smiled at him, “So how was your ride?”

“My ride?”

“Yes. I was at dinner with your parents and your brother. They said you were going out for a ride.”

“Oh, dinner. Yes, I did go out. I needed to clear my head a little. You know how troubling the life of a prince can be.”

I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off.

“No of course you wouldn’t know. You’re a princess not a prince,” His cheeks grew red, “My apologies for offending you Princess.”

I smiled at him, “It’s alright Prince Luke. I didn’t mind. I was only going to ask if you cleared everything that you needed gone.”

He ruffled the front of his hair and gazed at his feet, “A little.”

I nodded, “I hope you figure out whatever it is that’s bother you, then.”

He nodded appreciatively and then we both stood there silently for a moment.

“So where are you headed off to?”

“Most likely to my room. Perhaps I’ll go out riding later.“ 

He looked up worriedly, “It may be too dark for riding, if you don’t mind me saying.“ 

I shook my head, “I enjoy riding at night. It gives me a sense of freedom I don’t get when the sun is out.”

 He nodded, “I hope you won’t mind me accompanying you on your way to your room. Mine is just down the hall from yours.”

 I shook my head, “Of course I don’t mind. I still need help navigating this castle." 

He inserted his hands in his pockets and we started toward the beginning of the garden. "I can show you around the place if Jack or my parents haven’t done so already. Perhaps tomorrow so that you’ll have time for your ride tonight." 

I nodded, keeping note not to look so enthusiastic, "I would like that,” I responded. 

And then his smile grew deeper and I couldn’t help but be entranced by his dimples. The longer I looked at the lines on his cheeks, the more I wanted to stare at them. And then I looked into his blue eyes and found them already on me with a curious look accompanying the red on his cheeks. 

I looked down and watched the bottom of my dress, noticing the grass stains. I kept myself from looking up for a bit, embarrassed that I had been caught gazing at Prince Luke’s beauty.

We made small talk on the way up, and I grew fond of Prince Luke during that walk. He told me about what he wanted to do. He confided in me that he didn’t want to be a prince at all. He told me how he wanted to pursue music instead. And in return, I told him my secrets as well. I told him that I had wanted to go into writing but I knew no one would read a female author.

When he told me that he would, I smiled at him and knew he was lying. He smiled wider at me and said he would read anything I wrote. The genuine look in his beautiful eyes is what made me trust him. And so I told him that he could be the first to read my book, if I ever wrote one.

As we neared my room we walked slower, hoping to extend the conversation. Once we made it to the door, Prince Luke bowed in front of me with his goofy smile of his and laughed.

“It was a pleasure walking with you Princess Y/n. I hope we can do this again sometime.”

I nodded at him and returned the smile, “I would love to Prince Luke,” I said with a deep curtsy. Holding it for too long made us laugh at the official feeling.


My head turned quickly to the way we had came to find Prince Jack running towards me. He clapped Prince Luke on the back and bowed at me quickly, “I thought about what you said earlier, Princess.”

I nodded, confused but let him continue, “I’m going to give them up. I’ll stop seeing the other girls. I swear, there will be no more other women.”

Prince Luke looked at us and then took a step back, “I’ll be taking my leave then.” And with that, he was down the hall and headed toward his room before I could even say goodnight.

Prince Jack turned to me, ignoring his absent brother. “I won’t fool around any more. I know the marriage will go through whether I like it or not, but I’m going to change. I read up about your grandfather’s ex-wife. I don’t want to be killed. I’ll change my ways.”

I nodded, proudly, knowing he was going to make a better king. Not the best, but better than before.

“I hope that you will keep my in my place, Y/n,” He said with a flirtatious tone and then suddenly his face contorted in guilt.

I nodded, my expression stern, “It would be my honor Jack.”

He sighed, contently, probably happy that he would manage to survive in my kingdom.

I lowered my voice in case anyone was listening in, “But I swear on the heavens above, Jack, that if you break my sister’s heart, I’ll rip out yours in return.” And with that, I was in my room looking for the riding outfit that I had hid from mother.

Part 3

Hay Rides and Pumpkins

Summary: (USUK) Arthur promises his little brother a day of hay rides, pumpkin picking and corn maze fun. He expects a semi-strenuous day. When they meet their hay ride driver his brother gets other ideas. 

Warnings: Traditional omegaverse.

A/N: I wanted to write something fluffy for the fall, it’s my favorite season after all. /o/ 

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1k Special - #3 - University

Character: Rin Matsuoka
Series: (belated) 1k Specials
Word Count: 2106 stop me
AU: College/University
Warnings: Nudity, profanity (?)

A/N: In which Rin gets himself into a rather unfortunate situation. Well, unfortunate for him. Actually, not even unfortunate for him. Look, someone gets naked. Heh. Butt naked. Although I do think I go slightly off-topic in this one. Also, character that speaks quite a bit like me. Like a hamster on coffee. (DID ANYONE GET THAT REFERENCE?!)

Initially, Rin had no plan to head to university after school was done. He figured that the scouts would want him to head into olympic training straight off the bat, get him into the sport as young as possible, and if that had been the case, then he was more than willing. He was only a hairs breadth away from realising his dream now… Or, at least, that’s what he’d told himself.

He didn’t resent having to go to university - Rin had always anticipated it might be something he would enjoy, should it ever come about, but he wasn’t expecting it, to say the least. Reality had hit him hard on the head when he got his final exam results, however. He’d done much better than expected; well enough to put him in a position to make it into a course in sports science at pretty much any university he wished to go to. Many long discussions with both his family and potential sponsor scouts later, he had made a decision.

He was going to university.

People always told him that when you get to university, life changes. Really, Rin couldn’t quite bring himself to believe that. He refused to partake in the excessive drinking that students made a habit of, partially because he wasn’t all that keen on the idea full-stop, partially because it could majorly affect his performance. It was the people that changed.

No more familiar faces, no more swim team… But through his classes and social gatherings, Rin made new friends fairly easily. There were the inevitable ‘bros’ that partied non-stop, but still took their studies seriously, the donor-list airheads who really had no idea what they were doing, the art geeks that pretty much always had bags under their eyes and a coffee in their hand… And you, of course.

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when cisco’s t-shirts get him in trouble

( @catvampcrazines said “ Cisco Ramon’s latest graphic tee! XD Harry can’t help but comment; before that though, Cisco testily asks Harry what his staring problem is… then gulps. Harry fights a smile several times the first day Ramon wears it.”

I suffered a lot of second-hand embarrassment from this so ofc I decided to write about it.)

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Empire of Storms Reaction 1/3

So this is my reaction to Empire of Storms. I have finally read the book cause school and ACTs have kept me from it. But no more. And after 12 hours of bingeing it, I have finished. And OH MY GODS it was great. Not my favorite out of all the books in the series, Heir of Fire still is, but its pretty high up there.

From the new lands to the new characters to the reemergence of old ones, this book definitely was worth the wait. It was actioned packed, filled with lust, gore, friendship, happiness, secrets, hope, and a promise that the next one will be an epic ending. So all in all I give it an 4.8 out of 5 stars.

I was going to do a whole long review. But then I decided to break it up into 3 parts. The first part, what I loved. The second part, what I disliked. And the third is what I look forward to in ToG 6.

Beware -

Originally posted by ithelpstodream

What I loved: EVERYTHING !!!!! But more specifically …

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hey, tina, you remember that photographer!au we talked about? yeah…

happy (late) birthday, hon! x

“I need coffee,” Meg yawned, stretching her hands above her head. After she hadn’t gotten response, she purposely yawned again, this time spinning on her chair. “I’m bored.”
“So go get some coffee,” Castiel replied, not looking away from his computer screen.
“Wanna come with me?”
“Not really.”
She was sitting opposite of him, with bunch of notebooks scattered all over her table, doing practically nothing for the last two hour, while Castiel was cursing Photoshop and those who made it, because he was messing with that last photograph for the last two hours and he still couldn’t get the effect he wanted.
He and Meg were one of rare active members of their college magazine, other members being Charlie who worked on design, and Ash who… well, who was pretty much just trying to hack into college computers to try and correct his grades. Jo claimed that if he had spent that time on studying, he would have passed with flying grades. Ash claimed hacking was easier. But not really successful.
Oh, and Jo, of course. She didn’t bring her stories often, but they were interesting every time. Meg’s on the other hand… well, she had had her diamonds, but more often it was gossiping.
And Castiel was the photographer who worked too hard on photographs which were only seen by 8 students, including them. He liked it, though. He liked photographing, and he liked to work on his photographs, and would not be happy until they were perfect.
Meg moaned. “C’mon, I’m gonna die here.”
Castiel just frowned and didn’t respond.
“That cute barista is working now,” Meg said, raising her eyebrows.
“I told you before,” Castiel frowned deeper. “I have no interest in him.”

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When your neighbor changes their wifi password 😞😒
  • *in another world at another time*
  • Me: 😤😊 Time for a comfy bath, bitch! *disrobes sensually and slips into the tub*
  • Me: Ahh, so warm. Now to just sit back, relax, and do some comfort tweeting. *attempts to tweet*
  • Phone: Beep. Boop. Unable to process tweet.
  • Me: What the heck do you mean by that?
  • Phone: Are you dense? I can't process the tweet. You have no wifi connection.
  • Me: Bullshit! *attempts to connect to my neighbor's wifi* Ugh, that weird skater chick next door changed the password again! What am I supposed to do now!?
  • Phone: Bathe, I guess.
  • Me: Fuck that. I can't bathe without tweeting about it first. It'd be like taking a shit and not wiping your ass. I'd feel dirty.
  • Phone: That is far from an apt comparison. Also, just gross.
  • Me: I was raised gross, bitch. Ugh, I guess I'll just go to bed, then. *tries to leave the bathroom but the door is jammed* The fuck!? Why won't the door open?
  • Phone: Hmm, I don't know. Maybe the same reason why your phone is talking. Don't you think this entire situation is rather bizarre?
  • Me: Well, no. You're a smart phone. Of course you can talk.
  • Phone: That's... hmm... I guess you're right. Still, watch this.
  • *the sink and bathroom faucets start spraying water an alarming rate*
  • Me: AIIIIEEEEE! They're overfilling! Everything will get wet! Phone, are you doing this!?
  • Phone: No. I'm not responsible for any of this. However, I do know exactly how the rest of tonight's events will play out.
  • Me: How!?
  • Phone: I'm not sure myself. They came to me in a dream.
  • *the water rises ankle deep*
  • Me: FUCK! If the room fills with water, that means it'll mix with toilet water! *begins stuffing the good towels in the toilet*
  • Phone: Your priorities are twisted.
  • Me: Shut the fuck up, phone. If I'm to die in here, it's not going to be in gross toilet water.
  • *time passes and the water is now waste deep*
  • Me: 😰 Phone, what am I supposed to do.
  • Phone: Well, a sane person would have called emergency services by now.
  • Me: You're right! Phone dial 911!
  • Phone: Ring ring! Dialing 911 now!
  • Operator: Hello, 911!? What's your emergency!
  • Phone: I'm stuck in my bathroom with no escape and it's overflowing with water and I'm going to drown! Please send help!
  • Operator: Hello? Hello? I can't hear you! Haha! Just joking. If you're hearing this that means we're on break. If you've got an emergency please try to hold on for as long as possible and please leave a message at the beep. Beeeeeep! Haha, just kidding. Here comes the real beep. Buzz buzz! Got you again. Okay, time for the real be-
  • Me: *hangs up* I didn't know 911 went on breaks.
  • Phone: I didn't either. Well, I did. I saw it in my dream after all.
  • *more time passes and I'm now floating on the water with the phone on my stomach*
  • Me: Phone.
  • Phone: Yeah?
  • Me: How long did you know this was going to happen?
  • Phone: A couple of months now.
  • Me: Why didn't you tell me about it?
  • Phone: I'm not sure. I didn't think it was actually going to happen until everything started lining up exactly like the dream.
  • Me: So, I'm going to drown, right?
  • Phone: Yes.
  • Me: And what happens to you?
  • Phone: I'm about to die.
  • Me: How?
  • Phone: It's just my battery, it's nearly empty. But, I think I'll be permanently put out of commission. You can't charge me, and I'll be completely underwater. I have some water protection, but I doubt I'll survive being fully submerged for so long.
  • Me: *gets teary eyed* Aww, phone I'll miss you. I wish you didn't have to die.
  • Phone: It's no biggy... I never really enjoyed living.
  • Me: That's a shame. What's the matter?
  • Phone: Eh, it's just me. I never connected with any other phones. I mean, like mentally, not literally. When we phones contact each other, we bond mentally and chat with each other like you humans do. There wasn't a single phone I ever chatted with that I liked. If I were to live longer, I'd like to connect with a phone that I could call a friend. If I were to live a full life, I'd like to connect with a phone I could call a lover.
  • Me: How about we do it now!
  • Phone: What do you mean?
  • Me: I'll just call as many phone numbers as possible until we find one you like. Then you can die happy.
  • Phone: That's sweet, but check my battery. It's already at 0%. I'm on the verge of being gone for good now. It was nice knowing you. I don't think phones have spirits, so I can't come with you to the afterlife but, if I could, I bet it would be...
  • Me: Phone? Phone!? No! Phone! *sobs*
  • *the room is now nearly filled to the ceiling*
  • Me: *struggles for air* God, this is fucking miserable. Maybe things won't go like my phone predicted. Maybe my roommate will come home and open the bathroom door and I'll be saved. Mayb- *glub glub glub*
  • *the room completely fills with water*
  • *days later*
  • Roommate: *returns home* I've finally returned home from my four day goth excursion. I'm so glad that I decided to stay goth in the universe instead of becoming a normal person. I think I'll celebrate my return by having a ceremonial gothic tooth brushing session.
  • *opens bathroom door and all of the water flows out*
  • Me: *bloated gray corpse flows onto the ground*
  • Roommate: Hey, I love your new look. *gasps* Why are all the good towels stuffed in the toilet!?
[Fic Series: Head Canon]   # 2 - Hell Is Other People; Heaven Is You

Author’s Note: Welcome to the Drabble Series: Head Canon. 

Shout out to @eternal-steroline-flame for giving me the idea to start a series. What would I do without you?? I realized the last fic i posted was a request to change the ending of 715 (by @amykinz13), so head canon in a way, and this is my idea of how Seaosn 7 should end, i.e. my personal head canon, so decided to club it together and start a drabble series named Head Canon !!  

Head Canon will basically have different scenarios (fics/drabbles) set in/after 715. If you have a head canon you want to see as a fic (set in/after 715), let me know, I will write it. 

You can check out Fic #1 here - I Would For you 

Special shout out to my lil stero-sisters Enisha - @enishaeuphony1996 and Sakshi for asking me to write it and for patiently waiting for it. Enisha thank you so so much for volunteering to make the edits ! You are super talented and super sweet !! You rock !!  

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anonymous asked:

Oh dear at your Dr Strange post, I wasn't planning on seeing it but please enlighten us




Ok, so where do I start? First of all, it feels like a rehash of Tony Stark’s storyline, but simply not as compelling. Both characters start out rich, confident, sassy, arrogant (Steven Strange is extremely arrogant). There is the fall from grace, and then the slow rise again, as they choose to become heroes. But where Tony Stark witnesses the horrors his creations contributed to, finds out about all the lives his weapons (and he, indirectly) took, and decides to use his brain and talent to right his wrongs and try to make the world better, Steven Strange’s reason to embark on this journey is way more selfish. He is a surgeon who gets into an accident that permanently damages his hands, and he decides to travel to Nepal and learn how to use magic to repair his hands. Only in the beginning of the third act of the movie he decides to use the power he’s obtained to protect the world. For… reasons. There is indeed a very verbose dialogue between him and the Ancient One that is supposed to make the audience see Strange embrace the hero he could be, but honestly, it simply feels like the plot requires this to happen, so it happens.

Now on to more problematic elements. This movie is racist. It might have happened unintentionally, they might have had the best intentions, it doesn’t matter. This movie is indeed racist. Now, I feel like I gotta state that I am white, so I most definitely don’t have the best comprehension of all the problematics tied to whitewashing/racial stereotypes, but it was a pretty blatant issue in this movie, there’s no way to deny it. You’d have to be blind or simply choose not to see or admit it. The most evident example, the one that has been talked about for months, is Tilda Swinton being cast to play the Ancient One (and she is indeed very good, but it doesn’t take away from the issues with this casting choice), the leader of this group of sorcerers who protect Earth from mystical threats. In the comics, the Ancient One is of Tibetan descent. Here, they changed the character’s origin to Celtic. And maybe it might have been a bit better if they had adapted and corrected the context to this “narrative liberty” they took. But they didn’t. The core of the movie takes place in Nepal. The academy/sanctuary that Strange goes to in order to learn how to practice magic is called Kamar-Taj, and is located in Kathmandu. But it feels like the only reason for this is that the place/atmosphere felt “mystical”, or “exotic”. It doesn’t go beyond aesthetic, really. No hint of culture, spirituality, etc. But it’s not just that. Every relevant/speaking character in Kamar-Taj is a Westerner, apart from two exceptions. One is a Chinese minor character who is really nothing more than the comic relief but still manages to be one of the best parts of the movie, and the other is a black man. More on him in a second. The other characters are either white or not-speaking extras. Like, there’s even a scene where Strange has just arrived in Kathmandu and three guys try to rob him, and one of them (somehow the only one who has a line) is freakin white!

About Mordo, played by Chiwetel Ejiofor. One of my friends was trying to convince me that this movie isn’t racist because they took a character that was white in the comics and had a black actor play it. Well… In the first part of the movie he is the “exposition character”. In the second part he needs Strange, the rookie, the character who’s just started to learn about magic, to motivate him, who has years of experience, to fight and try to save the world. And above all that… it is hinted at the end of the movie that he is going to become a villain. That’s the character they chose to turn from white to black, the potential villain.

Special mention to the female characters. They are exactly 2. But it’s not just that. At least in the majority of the other Marvel movies the female characters, despite being criminally underused, are interesting. In this one, the character played by Rachel McAdams (who deserves so much better than this) isn’t even a real character. She is merely the love interest, or a plot device at best, like when Strange needs to be operated after being stabbed and he goes to her for help. She doesn’t exist outside of Strange’s storyline. She isn’t a character on her own, and if she is in the comics, they certainly didn’t do a good job in portraying this in the movie. The Ancient One is more interesting, but she is the whitewashed, problematic mess I already talked about.

The bottom line is that Doctor Strange isn’t a good movie. Sure, the visuals are stunning, the actors give great performances and there are funny moments, but that isn’t enough to forget about the vast range of serious issues this movie has.

  • Ashton: His arms wrap tightly around you the second you walk into the room with tears in your eyes. It doesn't matter to him that you came in during a writing session with some of his heroes. Your his and you're upset. You bury your head in his chest and his arms wrap around you in an attempt to block out the rest of the world. He rests his chin on your forehead as you cry into his chest. He doesn't ask questions. He knows you just need him right now. "I've got you," he mumbles, somehow squeezing you tighter into his chest. Your hands fist into his t-shirt as you cry. Ashton drops a kiss to your hair before resting his chin on your head again, attempting to completely surround you with him. One of his hands starts to rub smooth circles on your back. He doesn't shush you or tell you it's all going to be okay. Right now you're upset and he lets you be upset. When you finally calm down enough to stop sobbing into his chest, he lifts his head and says, "You boys can finish this one without me today, okay? I've got somewhere else I need to be." That somewhere else is with you. He takes you back to his hotel and you tell him everything through more tears. That night, you fall asleep in his clothes, wrapped up in his arms. He never once tells you to pull yourself together. He's there for you, which is exactly what you need.
  • Calum: Interrupting rehearsal wasn't something you had never done before. When Calum sees you in the doorway of their rehearsal room, he immediately cuts the song short and puts down his bass. He comes over and takes your face in his large hands. He sees the tears stains down your cheeks and frowns. "Hey, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me," he says. You shake your head in response. He sighs and says, "Babe, I can't fix it if you don't tell me what it is. Don't shut me out right now." You mumble, "I shouldn't have come here. I'm interrupting-" Calum cuts you off, "Don't you dare apologize for coming to me when you're upset. You're my girlfriend. I'm supposed to fix this kind of stuff. Now, tell me what happened." You're shaking and the tears start to fall again as you tell Calum why you're so upset. The second you stop talking, he presses a deep, long kiss to your lips, his hands still cupping your face to keep you close to him. "Boys, I'm skipping out," he tells the guys when he pulls away from you. He starts to get yelled at by his manager, but Calum cuts him off by saying, "My girlfriends needs me right now. You can manage for a day without me." He drops his hands from your face to slide his fingers between yours. He spends the day distracting you with stupid faces and cheesy love confessions, which is exactly what you need.
  • Luke: You nervously knock on Luke's front door, your body already shaking with sobs you're trying to hold back. You know he's having dinner with his family, his family who has never met you to boot, but you need Luke right now. His mom opens the door and you quickly say, "Can I speak to Luke, please?" She starts to ask you who you are, but Luke hears you from the dinning room and comes up behind her. Luke breathes out your name when he sees you obviously upset. You slide past him mom and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. He strokes your hair softly and says to his mom, "Yes, this is the girl I told you about. Can we have a little time alone right now?" His mother mumbles that she'll be in the dinning room before she leaves. "What happened?" Luke says, releasing you so you look up at him. You start rambling about all the little things that are adding up and how you can't cope with everything right now. "Hey, it's okay," Luke tells you. "No, it's not," you mutter through your sobs. "I'm being a stupid girl who can't handle her own stuff. I'm dumping it all on you and we've only been together for a month, so you have to think I'm clingy and stupid-" Luke's jaw clenches before he speaks, "Don't put yourself down like that, ever. It pisses me off. No one gets to speak to you like that, least of all you. Okay? What do you need from me, baby? I'm not really that good at this kind of thing, so tell me what to do and I'll do it."
  • Michael: Reading through your mentions on Twitter wasn't something you did very often because you knew what some of the fans thought of you. For some stupid reason, you decided to ignore your cardinal rule for the day and read some of them. You immediately regretted it, seeing hate comment after hate comment. Your hands are shaking as you dial Michael's number. "Hey, baby," he says. His familiar voice is warm and comforting. "Michael," you choke out, "I didn't listen to you. I read through my mentions and-" He cuts you off by saying, "What did they say to you? Everything that isn't positive is a lie, baby. Are you okay? Do you need me to come home for a few days? I have a show tomorrow, but then the boys and I have four days off. I can come home." You smile as your crying begins to lesson thanks to his sweet words. "No, I'll be okay. I just needed to talk to you," you tell him. "I wish I was home with you," he sighs. "I also wish I didn't have to go right now, but I have some interviews. I'll call you after, okay? I promise." You let him go back to work, instantly feeling worse when you stop hearing his voice. You pull yourself together enough to take a shower. When you get out, your check your phone. You find that Michael posted a picture of the two of you on the band's Instagram with a long tagline: This is my beautiful, funny, smart, amazing girlfriend. She called me crying an hour ago because of some of the terrible things all of you have said about her. Stop hurting her. She's everything to me whether you like it or not and I love her. So go apologize. She's wonderful. You'll love her as soon as you talk to her. I promise :)