i will play this game even if it is the last thing i'll do

° ✧ GAME OF THRONES PROMPTS. PART I.

possible triggers, read/reblog with caution.

SEASON ONE :

❛ Nine years! Why have I not seen you? ❜
❛ Where the hell have you been? ❜
❛ Would you please shut up! ❜
❛ Take me to your crypt, I want to pay my respects. ❜
❛ Surely, the dead can wait. ❜
❛ Did I offend you? Sorry. ❜
❛ What the hell do you know about being a bastard? ❜
❛ I heard you the first time. ❜
❛ It’s no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain. ❜
❛ I just want to stand on top of the Wall and pissoff the edge of the world! ❜
❛ Give me a good, clean death any day. ❜
❛ What good will my sympathies do them? ❜
❛ Your absence has already been noted. ❜
❛ One word and I hit you again. ❜
❛ I’ve half a mind to leave them all behind and keep moving. ❜
❛ You’re too hard on yourself. You always have been. ❜
❛ I swear, if I weren’t your king/queen, you’d have hit me already. ❜
❛ Trust me, that’s not the worst thing. ❜
❛ Tell me we’re not speaking of this. ❜
❛ Oh, it’s unspeakable to you? ❜
❛ Look at me and tell me what you see. ❜
❛ You broke my nose, bastard! ❜
❛ I wonder how long it’d take you to hit! ❜
❛ They hate me because I'm better than they are! ❜
❛ Glad to see you’re protecting the Throne. ❜
❛ It must be strange for you, coming into this room. ❜
❛ But you just stood there and watched. ❜
❛ Is that what you tell yourself at night? ❜
❛ How could you let this happen?! ❜
❛ I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit. ❜
❛ Do you remember anything about what happened? ❜
❛ Why are you here? ❜
❛ I have a gift for you. ❜
❛ Will I really be able to ride? ❜
❛ Is this some kind of trick? ❜
❛ Piss on that! I wanna hit somebody! ❜
❛ You do move quietly. ❜
❛ You’re speaking of murdering a child. ❜
❛ You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this. ❜
❛ I felt something for you once, you know. ❜
❛ Does that make you feel better, or worse? ❜
❛ You wish to confess your crimes? ❜
❛ My crimes and sins are beyond counting. ❜
❛ I’m good at convincing others to do violence for me. ❜
❛ What do you think you’re doing?! ❜
❛ I have that right, same as you. ❜

SEASON TWO :

❛ We looked for you on the battlefield, but you were nowhere to be found! ❜
❛ I…I’ve been here, ruling the kingdoms! ❜
❛ I’m glad you’re not dead. ❜
❛ Knowledge is power. ❜
❛ Excuse the interruption. Carry on. ❜
❛ It’s been a… remarkable journey! ❜
❛ You brought this on yourself. ❜
❛ I’ve done nothing. ❜
❛ Do you understand we’re losing the war?! ❜
❛ Disappeared? What, in a puff of smoke?! ❜
❛ Must be hard for you- to be the disappointing child. ❜
❛ Oh, I trust them with my life- just not with yours. ❜
❛ Three victories don’t make you a conqueror. ❜
❛ I won’t need a servant to do my beheading for me! ❜
❛ I heard you suffered a terrible head wound.  ❜
❛ I am very good at keepingsecrets for my good friends. ❜
❛ Who threatened you? ❜
❛ I understand the way this game is played. ❜
❛ I’ll have you thrown into the sea! ❜
❛ I am a pirate- I’m an excellent pirate! ❜
❛ That’s a promise that always comes true. ❜
❛ You don’t know how persuasive I am. ❜
❛ You’re the mosthonest smuggler I ever met. ❜
❛ You have no need to see this. ❜
❛ I believe we know how to pour our own wine. ❜
❛ Maybe I’ll hire this cook of yours. ❜
❛ I don’t listen to filth. ❜
❛ I appreciate your loyalty. ❜
❛ I’ll not have my honour questioned by an imp! ❜
❛ I just wouldn’t feel safe with you lurking about. ❜
❛ I command you to arrest this cutthroat! ❜
❛ Do you hear me?! ❜
❛ I think there’s more to ruling than that. ❜
❛ There’s no bigger joke in the world than that. ❜
❛ What about all the dreams you had that didn't come true? ❜
❛ Your time with the wolves has made you weak. ❜
❛ You gave me away if you remember. ❜
❛ You gave me away like I was some dog you didn’t want anymore. ❜
❛ You won’t get away with this. ❜
❛ I’ve decided I don’t like riddles. ❜
❛ You want to know what side my family fights on? ❜
❛ You gonna tell me where you’re from? ❜
❛ You can’t talk to me like that! ❜
❛ That’s twice I’ve warned you. ❜
❛ I don’t want you in my tent oneminute more than necessary. ❜
❛ It would be my pleasure. ❜

SEASON THREE :

❛ You’re wearing the wrong color. ❜
❛ When I’m free, will I be free to go? ❜
❛ I'll be free to kill you. ❜
❛ From now on, you’d better kneel every time I fart. ❜
❛ You’re telling me you saw… one of them.  ❜
❛ Did I come to the right place? ❜
❛ We’ll need to find you a new cloak. ❜
❛ I need an army. ❜
❛ It’s too beautiful of a day, to argue. ❜
❛ I am wondering why you sent for me. ❜
❛ Have you grown boredprotecting me? ❜
❛ I’m sure you’ve filled your pockets. ❜
❛ I don’t loan it out to friends as a favor. ❜
❛ I don’t even know what I’m paying you now! ❜
❛ Am I enjoying it? ❜
❛ I heard how happy you were. ❜
❛ I gave you real power and authority. ❜
❛ You brought a whore into my bed. ❜
❛ Why does everyone assume I want something? ❜
❛ A little bloody gratitude would be a start. ❜
❛ So tell me what you want. ❜
❛ I want what is mine by right. ❜
❛ The next whore I catch in your bed, I’ll hang. ❜
❛ I’m not your enemy. ❜
❛ I’ve never seen anything like it. ❜
❛ Even the bravest men fear death. ❜
❛ Tell the good master there is no need. ❜
❛ Here, I’m done with you. ❜
❛ How many do you have to sell? ❜
❛ We don’t get to choose who we love. ❜
❛ I only want to know what that means. ❜
❛ Are you frightened, child? ❜
❛ Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you. ❜
❛ I have traitor’s blood. ❜
❛ Please don’t make me say anymore. ❜
❛ Please, don’t stop the wedding. ❜
❛ That doesn’t mean they’re not worth helping. ❜
❛ I have no doubtyou will prove equal to this challenge. ❜
❛ This is the safest place in the city. ❜
❛ Any advice for me, on my new position? ❜
❛ How long will you be gone? ❜
❛ You don’t have the strength. It would kill you. ❜
❛ There is another way, a better way. ❜
❛ The blood of my enemies, not the blood of innocents. ❜
❛ What’re you doing, leading a mob of peasants? ❜
❛ I should have killed you! ❜
surprising your boyfriend like

Bitty doesn’t like lying to his boyfriend. It’s not his style. If anything, he’s honest to a fault. It’s not his speed to perpetrate deceptions, much less relish him.

Oh, but this… this is really kind of fun.

When he first tells Jack he’ll be heading home for Christmas, Jack is visibly disappointed. His face falls, and he heaves a sigh before mustering up his stoic face and telling Bitty “I hope you have fun.”

Bitty feigns concern. “Oh, now, what will you do? I know you’re playing on Christmas Eve day, so I suppose you can’t go home to your parents’.”

Jack shakes his head. “I’ll make do. I’m sure someone on the team will have me over.” But the sad glisten in his eyes is almost enough to make Bitty break down and confess right there.

Almost.

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JNPR Headcanons (sorry, it's long)

•It’s obvious that Ren & Nora, and Jaune & Pyrrha are besties. But Ren & Jaune are bros while Nora & Pyrrha are like sisters

•Actually, the team is one family

•Edit: Everyone on this show has their own inner demons just like we do. They’re not perfect and they struggle with their own issues, team JNPR especially
-Jaune really cares about what others think of him and works so hard to be a hero and lovable and kind
-Nora is sort of the same way only her anxiety manifests itself as constantly moving and babbling. She really tries not to come off as a pest (& she isn’t) bc she doesn’t want anymore people leaving her (bc they always do). Sometimes the words of others effect her more than she let’s on (which leads to issues w/ her & Ren later in their relationship)
-Pyrrha cares more about people seeing her for who she really is. She not a trophy that’s won. She’s not a centerpiece. She’s Pyrrha
-Ren doesn’t really try to be more sociable. He knows that his quietness comes off as being shy, but those who know him know that he simply doesn’t have much to say. He does make his opinions known, though, and when he speaks more, you know that he thinks you’re trustworthy. His main issue is talking about what’s wrong. He gets so silent when he’s upset or angry. The only person that can crack him is his best friend.

•Jaune & Ren take turns being the dad (Jaune is Daddy Jaune in battle, Ren is Daddy Ren any other time)

•Pyrrha is mommy all the time

•When Jaune sees Nora, he thinks of one of his younger sisters & it makes him feel a bit less homesick

•Nora loves getting the team to do crazy shit like JNPR tattoos, sky diving, & swimming w/ Grimm sharks

•Speaking of tats
-They all have a JNPR tat with juniper berries & one of their emblem
-Nora has lighting bolts, boop, & a syrup bottle
-Jaune has a heart with ‘Arc Family’ on it
-Ren has the date of the attack on his village & Nora’s emblem
-Pyrrha has ‘Destiny’ written in a flower and her kids names

•As stated before, Nora & Pyrrha’s periods sync up and their boys handle it well

•Jaune bc he has sisters who go through the same thing & Ren bc he’s been with Nora forever

•Nora likes cuddles, heat, massages, sleep, & food during that time. She’s actually kind of of quiet during that time & a little more mopey

•Pyrrha is very irritable during that time and enjoys solitude unless she’s w/ Nora

•Birds of a feather suffer together

•The dress Jaune wore is actually Coco’s

•Bets get insane, esp when RWBY, CVFY, & SSSN are involved

•They do tons of partner sparring, but they love team sparring (every man for themselves)

•Nora & Pyrrha are the most well rounded with everyone else’s weapons, Ren coming after, & Jaune is last

•Pyrrha is the first awake to run, Nora gets up no later than 7 every morning, Jaune trudges along, Ren sleeps in bc fuck mornings

•They do team studying a lot which entails quizzes with candy for those who get questions right and punishment for getting it wrong

•It’s the only way Jaune or Nora will study for anything

•Jaune & Nora aren’t dumb. Jaune genuinely doesn’t get it sometimes and gets bored in class. Nora is smart, but lazy

•Pyrrha’s favorite class is Port’s. His lectures are interesting

•Jaune’s favorite class is… probably none… he’s not doing well in any right now…

•Nora’s favorite classes are Oobleck’s (watching him zip around is fun), Peach’s (science and explosions), Goodwitch’s (fighting), & her math class

•She’s a wiz at math

•Ren enjoys Port’s and Goodwitch’s classes

•They have a system where they copy Pyrrha’s notes if they miss something (they’re detailed af)

•Pyrrha is easily scared and reacts a little violently (punching shit) and she doesn’t do supernatural shit ever

•Edit: they’re all pretty chill about hanging around the dorm in undies and bras (it took Jaune some time, though)

•Jaune & Nora are DC fans. Ren & Pyrrha are Marvel fans. All enjoy X-ray and Vav

•They totally go to comic cons, cosplay, & gaming conventions together. You cannot tell me otherwise

•Passing the aux chord isn’t normally an issue until someone (Nora and Jaune) starts playing showtunes & rapping to Hamilton

•Ren is the only one who appreciates Yang’s puns

•Jaune & Ren are skilled cooks and normally don’t allow Pyrrha or Nora to help, but they do sometimes cut veggies and stir (Nora, stop adding spices right now! Pyrrha, do you even know what oregano is?)

•Jaune loves dead memes & is still raving about deez nuts & Harambe

•The group chat on ChatSnap is a total mess & any important info gets burried under memes, selfies, and videos
-Nora’s CS is mostly pictures of her team & friends
-Ren’s is filled with professional photos w/ some deep caption
-Pyrrha’s is clumsily trying to figure what she’s doing
-Jaune has awkward selfies & recordings of Pyrrha when she’s off guard

•Sailors!!!
-Nora isn’t as bad as Yang or Qrow, but she’s no saint with cursing
-Ren doesn’t curse… out loud
-Jaune doesn’t unless he’s irritated
-You’d have to really push Pyrrha past her breaking point to get her to say fuck

•Edit: they totally have a naughty jar for swearing & making inappropriate jokes

•Edit: Nora is the go to person for charging scrolls, but is also the person to break them

•Edit: I like to think that she could be a defibrillator

•They often spend holiday break with Jaune’s family

•Ren, Nora, & Pyrrha have practically been adopted into the family

•Jaune’s older sisters work hard to get them all paired together-together

•If Pyrrha gets hurt, Jaune is worried but he’s not freaking out. He knows she can handle herself

•If Nora is hurt, Ren cannot focus & goes on a killing spree

•Jaune & Ren’s bro time is spent cooking, watching anime, or just talking

•They went to the doubles round during their 2nd year at Beacon
-Nora & Pyr the first year

•They mostly enjoy video games!
-Jaune is more into games like Myth of Welda, Remnant Bound, Underneath Remnant tale (totally uncreative), & trivia games
-Pyrrha likes the games at the arcade where you shoot stuff & party games (Xario Cart, Xario Partee, and Xario and Tonic at the Extremely Hard & Profesional Games)
-Nora likes anything violent (esp GTA)
-Ren doesn’t play very often, but is a God at rhythm/dance games (with Nora, those two are unbeatable & always get a perfect score)

•Drinking
-Nora is energetic, a little destructive after a few, & cannot hold her liquor
-Pyrrha is seductive af, but she rarely gets that far. Only once or twice
-Jaune is sleepier & clingy
-Ren very rarely drinks & can hold it exceedingly well

•Team bonding is normally spent watching a movie with pizza and cookies, bowling, arcades, or going out to dinner

•All team activities are classified as a double date when they’re dating

•Renora dated first, then Arkos

•There was a brief period where Nora actually broke up with Ren & Pyrrha was with her while Ren was with Jaune until they figured things out (I may write something on it later)

•However, it was Arkos that got married first

•The team are maids of honor & best men at each other’s weddings

•Pyrrha laced her bouquet with metal to control where it landed after she threw it (Nora “caught” it) -Ren proposed soon after in a quieter place

•If the couples argue, one normally goes to the other couple’s house to vent and cool down before going home

•Renora had 3 kids: Kensley, Ming, & Iman (adopted)

•Arkos had twins Louise & Eros

•Before the kids came, they went on team missions very often. After they’re all out of the house, they start again

•They also go on partner missions & swap who goes with who each time (Jaune/Nora, Ren/Pyrrha, couples, guys, girls)

•They often go on family vacations together & celebrate holidays because they’re one big family

•Pyrrha & Nora retire to teach at Signal

•Jaune & Ren join them soon afterwards

Thinks about all the little make-the-wolf-statues’-eyes-glow puzzles Solas set up for the Inquisitor to solve in Trespasser - (that one where you light the Veilfire torches in front of the god statues in the order a riddle says, the one where you light the torch that Fen'Harel is looking at to reveal a secret passage, the one where the Fen'Harel statue turns when you aren’t looking, the one where you light the torches under a time limit, etc etc)

Some of them even give you special, excellent weapons for solving them - Solas created these little puzzles, and put those weapons in the boxes as rewards in case you put in the effort to engage with them and solve them. (I got emotional when my Lavellan equipped the Arrowwood Bow he gave her)

It’s like the Inquisitor is always rewarded for the most negligible efforts of engaging with or humoring Solas. Talking and listening to him like an equal, doing his little puzzles… just do these minimum things, and he’ll give you information and good weapons to fight him with. He’s genuinely arming you, while rewarding you the more you humor him.

So in conclusion 1) Solas gives moderately engaged Inquisitors weapons 2) Solas likes to communicate through little puzzles 3) Solas would probably make a great Dungeon Master

This is what happens when The Foxes sit Neil down to watch High School Musical for the first time
  • --HSM 1--
  • ><b></b> *bets are placed as to how long Neil lasts before complaining or asking a question*<p/><b></b> *bets are also placed as to how long Nicky lasts before he starts singing*<p/><b></b> [Troy is playing basketball while everyone else celebrates the turn of the year]<p/><b>Neil: </b> "Kevin are you going to make us practice on NYE this year?"<p/><b>Kevin:</b> "actually -"<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "we have plans"<p/><b>Kevin and Neil:</b> "it's July????"<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "we booked flights early to save on costs"<p/><b></b> *renee pockets $150 since Neil didn't complain about basketball in the opening scenes*<p/><b></b> [Ryan exists]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Hey 'Drew -"<p/><b>Andrew:</b> "don't."<p/><b></b> ["Getcha head in the game"]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Kevin -"<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "No!"<p/><b>Andrew:</b> "Kevin if you start singing that at practice I'll close the goal every time."<p/><b>Kevin:</b> "..."<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "..."<p/><b></b> *bets are placed as to whether or not Kevin does in fact break into song and dance next time Andrew is being an ass at practice*<p/><b></b> *renee pockets another $100 since Neil still didn't complain about basketball*<p/><b></b> *Nicky is getting the side eye from everyone because he still hasn't started singing or humming*<p/><b></b> [Sharpay and Ryan perform "What I've been looking for]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Aaron and 'Drew-"<p/><b>Twinyards:</b> "NO."<p/><b></b> [Monique tells Gabriella to focus on grades rather than boys and musicals]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Is that Dan???"<p/><b></b> [Chad and the basketball team support Troy]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Matt is that you???"<p/><b>Matt:</b> *pats Neil on the shoulder and gets death glare from Andrew*<p/><b>Matt:</b> "Good boy"<p/><b></b> [Sharpay and Ryan do "Bop to the top"]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "You two-"<p/><b>Twinyards and Foxes:</b> "NO"<p/><b></b> *Allison pockets $120 since Nicky STILL hasn't started singing although he is twitching*<p/><b></b> [Troy and Gabriella do "Soaring, flying", and Coach Bolton watches]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "I didn't know Wymack was in a musical"<p/><b>Dan:</b> "My boy 👏❤"<p/><b></b> ["We're all in this together"]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "What is the deal with everyone in white??? Don't they get dir-"<p/><b>Nicky:</b> "ONCE WE KNOW THERE'S A SHOT AND WE TAKE IT!!! WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER ONCE WE KNOW WE'RE ALL STARS AND WE SEE IT!!"<p/><b></b> *Aaron glares a hole through Nicky's skull while Matt promptly pockets $300 since Nicky didn't last the whole musical*<p/><b></b> [Credits are going up]<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "so what did you think Neil?"<p/><b>Neil:</b> "it wasn't bad I guess... but basketball???? Really??? They couldn't have picked a less cliché sport???"<p/><b></b> *Nicky pockets $200 from everyone since Neil didn't last the entire musical without a sports complaint; he's still dancing and humming along obviously*<p/></p>
  • -- HSM 2--
  • [Everyone counts down to summer]
  • Neil: "That's like us and the end of practice when Kevin is in charge"
  • Kevin: "..."
  • Foxes: *nervous laughter*
  • [Sharpay exists and sings "Fabulous"]
  • Neil: "Did they base Sharpay on Allison??"
  • Allison: "Neil that is the sweetest thing you have ever said!!"
  • [Sharpay and Ryan spy on Troy and Gabriella]
  • Neil: "That's like you guys and the press watching me and 'Drew"
  • Andrew: *side eyes Neil*
  • Foxes: "...did you just-?!"
  • *Nicky pockets $50 since Neil slipped up about the andreil relationship*
  • ["I don't dance"]
  • Neil: "Andrew-"
  • Andrew: "Shut up. "
  • [Gabriella dumps Troy]
  • Neil: "isn't she made of tougher stuff???"
  • Dan: "That's my boy"
  • [Troy sings "Bet on it"]
  • Neil: "That should be our theme tune"
  • Matt: "you have no idea..." *side eyes the rest of the Foxes since there are currently 22 bets in the running about Neil*
  • [Gabriella comes back]
  • Neil: "again with the white????"
  • *Aaron pockets $50 since Neil complained about the same clothing twice*
  • ["All for one"]
  • Neil: "Are summers really like that?"
  • Nicky, hand over heart: "you poor sweet thing"
  • [Credits]
  • Foxes: "thoughts, Neil?"
  • Neil: "at least there wasn't as much baske-"
  • *Matt and Nicky pocket $100 each*
  • --HSM3--
  • [Opening game]
  • Neil: "Seriously???"
  • *Nicky pockets another $60*
  • [Troy gets floored in opening game]
  • Neil: "that wasn't even sore?!!?!??"
  • *Matt pockets $90 since Neil complained about lack of pain / realisticness*
  • [Troy and Chad nick the boys clothes after the shower]
  • Neil: "If you guys do that I swear I'll set Andrew on you"
  • *bets are placed as to whether this actually happens*
  • *andrew plans to steal everyone's clothes except his own and Neil's next time they're all in the showers*
  • [Troy climbs ladder on stage and he and Gabriella get each other covered in white paint]
  • Neil: "If that was the roof-"
  • Andrew: "Shut. Up."
  • Nicky: "do you mean the climbing part or the white wet stuff on the face part???"
  • Andrew: *death glare as his fingers twitch to his knives*
  • Neil: "?????"
  • [Gabriella gets accepted into a fancy college and only tells Monique]
  • Neil: "she's not going to run away again is she???"
  • *Matt pockets $40 since Neil complained about the story line*
  • [Troy climbs into Gabriella's room with strawberries and chocolate]
  • Neil: "Andrew-"
  • Andrew: "Neil I swear to God-"
  • Nicky: "is it the climbing part or the aphrodisiac part??"
  • Andrew: *Flashes knife at nicky*
  • Neil: "????"
  • [Gabriella leaves without telling Troy]
  • Neil: "Seriously?!???"
  • Dan, hand over heart: "My son"
  • [Troy isolates himself and bounces ball off ceiling without Gabriella]
  • Neil: "Kevin is that what you do when you're not breathing exy???"
  • [Troy goes and fetches Gabriella]
  • Neil: "What does he see in her?? All she does is run away and he's the one who ahs to go bring her back?? Why not just let her go??"
  • Andrew: "I know right"
  • [Sharpay runs away from not-troy]
  • Neil: "so unrealistic. Allison would've slapped him"
  • Allison: "babe you're so right"
  • [Sharpay up stages the english girl]
  • Neil: "ok see THAT'S Allison"
  • Allison: *fans herself cause she's welling up at how well neil knows her*
  • [Ryan hits the button and sends Sharpay and Miss. London down on the door thingy]
  • Neil: "Andrew-"
  • Andrew: "yes."
  • [Graduation where Troy fetches Chad]
  • Neil: "oh come on basketball is not that obsession worthy"
  • *Nicky pockets another $70*
  • [Coach Bolton tells the boys to get back on the stage]
  • Neil: "That's as unlikely to happen as Wymack is to tell me to talk to the press"
  • ["High school musical"]
  • Neil: "Are you girls going to do that when you graduate from here??"
  • *bets are placed*
  • [Credits]
  • Foxes: "Neil???"
  • Neil: "that wasn't so bad I guess..."
  • *Nicky hands matt $100 since Neil didn't complain about basketball again*
Day 3, Confessions

Okay first off, I am the actual worst at getting prompts done on time. Work has been crazy. So today, I’m going to try and get some of the stuff done that I’ve been putting off. ( @softkent)



“Chow, you don’t understand, everyone saw it!” Dex flopped backwards onto Chowder’s bed and draped his arm over his eyes. “I can never set foot in that class again, and I need it to graduate!”

Chowder awkwardly patted his arm. “It can’t be that bad Dex, everyone has a bad presentation at some point. They’ll forget about it.”

“No, the presentation was going great, but I forgot I had been playing around with the program and-” his face went scarlet. “They saw something I had been messing around with.”

“Still, it can’t be that bad,” Chowder said.

“My life is over,” Dex dramatically flopped onto his stomach and pulled one of Chowder’s stuffed sharks over his head. “Just pull out my laptop, you’ll see it. The program’s still open.” His voice was muffled under the shark but Chowder could still hear how defeated he sounded.

Chowder patted his shoulder and snagged Dex’s laptop from his bag. Opening it, he saw exactly what Dex was talking about. “Oh.”

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A RichJake Fanfic

‘Ow.’ was the first thing Rich thought when he woke up. ‘Fucking shit, that hurts.’ Was the next.

The next thing he thought was ‘What the fuck?’ when he saw the tubes connecting him to an oxygen bag. Then he saw the scars. The scars etched into his skin, reminding him of what happened. The scars that, he knew from the moment he saw them, would taunt him forever.

He expected a shock. One that would make him stand up straighter, make him open his eyes up more, make him smile. It never came.
He expected the voice in his head telling him ‘No Richard, that’s wrong.’ and ‘Do that Richard, not that.’ It wasn’t there anymore. All that was left was the occasional glitch.

He sat up. That was all he could do, lying in a hospital bed with no TV nearby, or phone. He blinked. It became apparent that no, the fire wasn’t a dream.

‘Oh fuck, what did I do?’ Was the last distinguishable thought that popped into his head. Then, they became a blur. ‘How much damage did I do?’ ‘Is everyone ok?’ ‘IS JAKE OK?’

“Oh my god, Rich is awake!” The voice broke him out of his approaching anxiety attack. Whipping his head around, (which he realised was a bad idea after feeling the pain from his settling scars) Rich realised that it was Jeremy Heere’s friend… he couldn’t remember the kid’s name, who was standing in the doorway.

“Hello? Rich? RICH?” The boy said as he ran over to him, flailing his arms infront of Rich’s face.

Rich came to his senses and slapped the boy’s hands away. “WHAT?!”

The boy rolled his eyes. There was a distinct pause as the boy silently scanned him. He then sighed. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

“No fucking clue.”

Another slightly sad sigh. “Michael Mell. Jeremy’s best friend.”

“Nithe to meet you.” Rich said, reaching out a heavily bandaged arm. ‘Oh shit.’ He then thought. ‘Oh holy fucking shit shrine.’

“You-”
‘Oh god please no.’
“Have a lisp?”

Rich closed his eyes in exasperation. He had forgotten about that.

“No, I jutht like thaying eth'th like that.” He grunted, sarcasm dripping from his every word.

“Jeez, dude, stop getting so defensive.” Michael raised his eyebrows, put his hands up and stepped back in defeat.

“Jutht don’t… talk about it. Pleathe?” Rich stared Michael in the eye, almost threatening him to keep going. 

“Sure bro.” Michael replied casually, probably not even noticing the baleful glance.
“So…” Michael looked down, not wanting to ask the question that was lingering on his tongue, “why’d you do what you did?” He inquired tentatively.

“Don’t,” was the answer. Rich wasn’t even sure himself.

— a month later –

The TV was on. Rich had been moved to a more open room when the doctor’s found out that he was awake. They had told him that he was “Lucky to be alive,” and that they thought he was dead. He almost wished that were true.

He wasn’t paying attention the screen. Lights flickered from it onto the bromidic, white wall as some inaudible noise hummed in the background. Rich had no idea what the yelling woman was angry about, nor did he really care. He didn’t care about much these days.

Most of his friends had come to see him. He had found out, over the past month, that they were real friends.
He and Christine had become fast friends, geeking over the newest Broadway musicals. He had discovered that he had a certain soft spot for musical theatre.  
Chloe was one of his closest friends, which was a surprise to both of the two. They had never really liked each other before, by association. She was his best friend’s ex, he was her ex’s best friend. However, it had all been resolved and she had helped him to paint his nails (which was double as difficult, because they had to convince the doctors that no, Dr. Beck, it’s not secretly alcohol and no, Dr. Duke, we’re not going to stain the bedsheets) and he helped her through her Physics homework, which he had always had an affinity for.
Brooke was forever kind, constantly telling him that he’s not a crusty nerd that deserves to be in the gutter.
Jenna was constantly filling him in with the latest gossip (which he didn’t care much about but he humoured her anyway) and never failed to make him laugh with her own, slightly untrue, details.
Rich could share experiences with Jeremy, about Squips. They were each others’ support for things they knew no one else would understand.
Michael was his friend. There was nothing specific they had in common, but they were the comedic relief in the time that everyone needed it.

There was only one person that wasn’t there. Everyone knew it, but no one said a thing. It would just make their absence more prominent.

'Where are you, Jake? Why haven’t you come by?’

It was a thought that ran through Rich’s head everyday. That day, it was one of the only thoughts that was there.

'Do you hate me? I know I deserve it but I need to see you. Will you hate me even more if you see the mess I really am? Will you ever forgive me?’

His face was ever there in Rich’s mind. Every time he laughed, every time he broke down. Jake was constantly haunting him.

— two months later —

He was being let out soon. At least, that’s what he had overheard when he passed their table. All of them seemed so happy, so overjoyed. So… why wasn’t he?

Jake distanced himself as much as he could. He had tried to stick to normal life. To pretend that it never happened, to pretend that people like Jeremy, Christine, Chloe and Rich had never existed. It was just Jake Dillinger against the world, and he was fine with that. Of course, he wasn’t.
He wanted nothing but to be sitting there with them, celebrating the fact that his best frie- ex best friend was almost back from hospital. He had to keep reminding himself that Rich was his ex best friend. He had incinerated his entire house, for god’s sake! But as hard as he tried, he couldn’t be mad. Rich’s face kept popping up into his head. It wouldn’t go. Whenever he pretended to laugh with his popular friends, at something that wasn’t even funny, he would start to reminisce the times when that laugh wasn’t fake, when he would be cackling like a witch at something stupid Rich had said. Then he’d mentally slap himself for being stupid, and go back to daily life.

He wished it would be different. He wished he could muster up the courage to just go to the damn hospital. But he was too scared.

'Jake Dillinger, scared?’ A voice he knew all too well said in his head. 'Now that doesn’t sound the Jakey-D I know! C'mon bro, go get 'em!’ Rich’s words from his first football game as captain echoed in his ears.
They were fake. That wasn’t Rich. That was his Squip. He had never even known Rich. At least, that’s what a tiny, vexatious voice kept whispering every single time he was close to getting in his car and driving straight up to the hospital. But Jake knew. Jake knew that the real Rich was always there, that he did know the real Rich. He had to have known him, because he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t.

He was going to do it. Definitely. He just needed to… figure out how to not fuck up.

'God, this is much harder than I thought it would be.’ He thought.
'Let’s just fucking do it.’

And so Jake Dillinger cracked open the stiff, hospital door with his crutch, and saw him. He saw Richard Goranski, sitting on his creaky, $50 hospital mattress playing Mario Kart with Michael Mell. His grin was wider than Jake had ever seen it, and his hair was pushed back with sweat. He looked almost… hot. Jake then swiftly drew his crutch back, closing the door.

He took a deep breath. 'I can’t fucking do this. I should just… leave forever.’ He peered through the window of the door. Could he break such a happy, serene moment? Could he fucking buck up enough to do this?
'Yeah I fucking can!’ Jake thought, and so he slammed open the door with his crutch.

“I’ll fucking beat your ath, Michael!” Rich yelled as he revved his engine.
“Fucking try me hoe,” Michael challenged. They flashed each other grins as the race began. They were abruptly stopped however, when the ward’s door was slammed open, possibly scuffing the plain walls behind. The pair jumped in surprise, and swivelled their heads around until they could’ve been likened to owls. Standing in the doorway, with a nervous smile on his face, was the last person they could’ve expected.

Silence. For almost a solid minute, there was silence.

Then, it was broken. “Jake?”


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So…. I did this? Just to be clear; I’m not a writer in any way. I did this at 12am on my phone and only wrote this because I ran out of richjake content and needed something, ANYTHING about richjake.

I don’t know if I’ll continue this. I probably will because I have no life, but I honestly have no clue. Also sorry about not having a cut…. ahahaha yeahhh I don’t know how to put one in. If anyone could tell me that would be great thanks!

If you want to get tagged in the next one then just ask! (Like anyone will want to read more of this trash but oh well I tried)

If you also have any ideas for a name that would be greeeaaat because I’m even worse at naming than I am at writing and that’s saying something also im accidentally taunting all of u expensive headphones shippers and im really sorry oops ahaha updated ao3 version: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11494200/chapters/25784262

he-tae-rosexual  asked:

taekook in things you said after you kissed me ~ please~

Double Negatives

How to annoy V?
Jungkook: Stop him from playing Overwatch.


How to annoy Jungkook?
V: Deleting his Overwatch character

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

“God fucking damn it,” Jungkook cursed, shoving Taehyung out of his lap and onto the floor, “You made me lose.”

Taehyung only laughed, “I live to annoy you. And this is revenge for the shit you did to me earlier.”

Jungkook threw himself back in the computer chair, covering his face with his hands.

“And it’s not like you don’t like it anyway,” Taehyung crossed his arms in front of his chest, sitting comfortably on the floor with a smug smile gracing his lips. Jungkook peeked through his fingers before kicking him, cursing Taehyung and his own stupid boner.

“There will be payback,” Jungkook hissed, continuing to kick him. Taehyung had devolved into a giggling mess on the floor before rolling away.

Their antics had been escalating the past week. At first it started with mild, usual shit- deleting characters, shutting down the pc mid-game, and general fucking with each other in-game.

But in the past few days, they started getting… handsy.

Taehyung tweaked Jungkook’s nipple four days ago while he was playing to fuck him up.

So what did Jungkook do?

He grabbed Taehyung’s dick the next day to make him lose.

“What the fuck, man?” Taehyung pushed him away, his face reddening.

“Don’t mess with me unless you want it back 1000 fold,” Jungkook answered, his eyes narrowing and disappearing out the door.

So Taehyung’s idea of retaliation was to straddle Jungkook in his computer chair and smash his lips on his, rolling his hips and grinding his ass down. And Jungkook, for a few blissful seconds, forgot he was playing Overwatch at all and slipped his hands to Taehyung’s hips. And Taehyung seemed to lose the point of what he was doing and deepened the kiss, making it last a bit longer than just a peck to fuck Jungkook’s game up.

Taehyung’s hands traveled down Jungkook’s neck and collarbone, and Jungkook groaned against his lips. Jungkook slipped his fingers into Taehyung’s hair, sliding his tongue along his bottom lip and bucking his hips up.

It wasn’t until the notification chimed from behind him that Jungkook snapped out of it, reflexively shoving Taehyung to the floor.



Jungkook’s subsequent attempts to plot revenge on Taehyung weren’t going well. He sighed in frustration, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Every imagined retaliation wound up devolving into something X-rated. Instead of disrupting Taehyung’s game, his thoughts wandered to Taehyung’s hands and lips.

His skin was still tingling where Taehyung had kissed him, the weight of Taehyung’s body on his lap etched into his brain.

“Focus,” He cursed at himself, but after a few minutes, he was pulling the box of tissues off of the desk and seeking some privacy.

Irritated with his lack of usual evil genius and preoccupation with Taehyung in an entirely new and painful way, he started to avoid him. Jungkook figured if he stayed away, things would return to normal.

But it only got worse.

Taehyung’s words were haunting him.

And it’s not like you don’t like it anyway.

“Shut up,” Jungkook said to the empty room in a groan, not wanting to get out of bed. He hit the snooze button on his phone, glaring at the McCree background mocking him.

He couldn’t stay away from Taehyung forever.




Taehyung frowned, flopping down next to Jungkook on the couch, making him shift, “Okay, I didn’t think your idea of payback was going to be ignoring me for days. I thought you were just going to punch me or hack my account or something. I was like on High Alert Defense Mode. Super Paranoid. I changed my password like seven times. I actually forgot what I changed it to and had to reset it again. Do you know how hard it is to come up with that many different passwords? I use the same two for everything, and they’re both really embarrassing references to my childhood stuffed animals. I can’t remember more than two passwords. And all the other passwords are just variations of those two passwords, and I kept forgetting if that password had a particular capital letter or an asterisk or a number. And- oh my God, you planned this, didn’t you? It’s actually perfect. You knew I’d drive myself crazy. Oh, My God.”

“Calm down, no,” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, “No, I didn’t plan to drive you crazy by ignoring you.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung’s eyes went wide, “So you are planning something big? Look, can we call a truce?”

Jungkook opened his mouth to protest and explain that the only thing he had planned was a lonely trip to bedroom with his date, a box of kleenex, but the sound of a truce was too appealing to pass up.

“What’ll you do for me if I quit?” Jungkook grinned, sliding his hands behind his head, “You’re lucky you’re catching me in a good mood.”

“What do you want?” Taehyung wrung his hands, “I’ve been going crazy, serious crazy. I don’t even care, anything you want.”

Jungkook could hear his heart beating in his ears, “Another kiss.”

“Wh-” Taehyung blinked, “Seriously? Why?”

“You were right,” Jungkook sighed, “What you said.”

“What did I say?” Taehyung’s brow knit.

Jungkook threaded his fingers with Taehyung, pulling him close enough that he could feel Taehyung’s breath tickling his bottom lip.

You caught me, Jungkook thought, you saw right through me.

He locked eyes with him, searching and hoping that maybe, just maybe Taehyung felt the same way. His chest was swelling, and the stupid dull ache of uncertainty and fear that had been plaguing him for days began to fade.

I like it.

Taehyung’s eyes closed in anticipation.

I like it.

Jungkook’s words were low and mumbled against Taehyung’s lips.

“It’s not like I don’t like it anyway.”



Write Me a “Things You Said” Mini Fic

Modern HBO War Headcanons

So I had some people ask for more modern TP and BoB headcanons, which i’m more than happy to deliver! So without further ado: 

  • Chuckler has seen every episode of SpongeBob SquarePants. He can and will reference them and if you don’t get the reference he will be vaguely disappointed. 
  • Webster and Liebgott got snowed in together one time. Liebgott became bored enough that he actually agreed to play Scrabble with Web. Web kept trying to use big, pretentious words. Liebgott would call him out on it every time and they would just descend into another argument. What should have been a short game turned into four straight hours of bickering and Liebgott’s ultimate triumph. He, of course, will not let Webster live it down.
  • Luz throws a massive Halloween party every year where everyone is invited. One year Tab showed up with his face painted entirely pink. He was “Pink Floyd”.
  • Hoosier and Tab started a doggie rescue service that caters toward placing dogs with veterans. Nixon is one of their top donators. Joe Toye was one of their first participants. He saw this squatty, old English Bulldog with its tongue hanging out and he kinda fell in love.  Its name was originally Spike, but Joe calls him “Bud” so much that it essentially became his new name.
  • Webster was given two pairs of shark socks and a shark coloring book in the Easy Company Secret Santa last Christmas.  He’s almost certain it was a gag gift but he unabashedly loves them. One pair of socks has sharks all over them and the other looks like the sharks are eating his feet. He uses the coloring book to relax when he’s hit a mental roadblock while working on a story for his paper.
  •  Luz is the host of a pretty popular radio show. On the side he does voice acting, particularly for video games.  Sometimes one of the other guys will be playing a game and realize that the NPC they are talking to is Luz, which is both great and weird.
  • Babe has the absolute worst (or best, if it’s your thing I guess?) taste in alcoholic beverages. For instance, he loves mixing Kool-Aid with pretty much anything. What’s more, when he gets drunk he starts singing and doing some pretty terrible karaoke.
  •  Hoosier, similarly, enjoys really shitty, cheap beer. He drinks a lot, almost a concerning amount. But since he isn’t drinking hard liquor he always looks a lot more sober than some of the guys around him.
  • Snafu knows one of the guys on the show Swamp People. They both frequent the same bar. According to Sanf, “He’s alright.”
  • Snafu has also managed to thoroughly creep out all his neighbors. He’s one of those dudes that just sits on his porch for hours, just chillin’. But he stares at all the people that walk by with his big ol’bug eyes and just grunts when someone says hello.
  • Buck’s place is basically a frat house on Superbowl Sunday. Everybody comes to party, even those that don’t care about football at all. (I’m looking at you, Hoosier.)  
  • Actual local saint Shifty Powers does yard work and other little odd jobs for his elderly neighbors. Sometimes when he needs an extra set of hands for a job, Lipton or Randleman will come around and help.  The nice, elderly women will always bake them some kind of treats in return.
BVB Feiertagsmagazin w/ Erik Durm - English translation
  • Nobby: Here he is! I'm very happy you've found your way to me once again, Erik. So far you haven't won a "Goal or No Goal" game against me, that's why I'm especially happy you're here today and I hope it stays that way. Are you confident?
  • Erik: Yeah, it didn't work out the last two times but I think it's finally time that I kick your ass.
  • Nobby: I'm excited! (laughs) Have you analysed the match against Benfica, yet?
  • Erik: Yeah, we talked about it in the hotel. Obviously, we were all sad about the result. I think our approach and way of playing was very good. I think Benfica only had one shot on goal, that one header, and otherwise we didn't give them any chances. Still sucks to lose 1:0 but we're confident that we'll be able to turn things around at home in front of our fans and proceed to the quarter finals.
  • Nobby: Have you ever experienced such a match? Being so dominant?
  • Erik: I don't think so, I mean I've only been here for 3 1/2 - 4 years and I haven't experienced something like it in that way. We were clearly the dominant team, we created many chances, even top-class ones, but yeah, sometimes the ball just doesn't want to get in. Sometimes there are matches like that. Nevertheless we have created a lot of chances, which was very important for us, for the team, and like I said we'll turn things around at home.
  • Nobby: You played badly in Darmstadt and lost, you played excellently in Lisbon and lost. Which face will we see on Saturday?
  • Erik: Well, I hope the one we showed in Lisbon only this time we of course want to get 3 points, we want to win. It's important for us to continue our home run and yeah, we feel good. Of course Darmstadt was a slip-up. Unfortunately, sometimes there are such games where nothing works out and the opponents surpass themselves and that was the case in Darmstadt. But it's still our own fault as well. But I think in Lisbon we showed a reaction and I think we'll be at the top of our game against Wolfsburg. We had 4 days to take a break and...
  • Nobby: And the spirit/mood/morale is good?
  • Erik: Well, yeah after Darmstadt we all were dejected, Lisbon as well, but looking at how we played I think we can look forward to Saturday with confidence.
  • Nobby: That's what you have to keep in mind and if you play like that on Saturday we won't lose.
  • Erik: Definitely!
  • Nobby: You're up against Wolfsburg. You usually say you don't look at how the opponent is doing. But we should and have to do that: they have won 2 of their last 4 games and lost the other 2. How do you rate/judge the team at the moment?
  • Erik: It's difficult to say something about Wolfsburg. They definitely have improved during the second half of the season, they have played good games, sometimes it's a bit of a surprise/lucky bag but to be honest, I haven't watched a lot of Wolfsburg matches. I'd rather focus on our team so I think if we follow through like we want to and if we play like on Tuesday against Lisbon we will win and we don't have to talk a lot about the others, just about us and then things will work out.
  • Nobby: Erik, you're free of injuries, you're a regular in the starting XI. Apart from the two losses how much do you enjoy your current situation?
  • Erik: Of course I enjoy it a lot. It's important for every player to be free of injuries and get playing time. I get that at the moment so I'm very happy but as I said my health is currently still my main focus.
  • Nobby: (touches Erik's knee) Is everything alright?
  • Erik: Yes, everything's ok. (both laugh) And yeah our manager is satisfied with our current performance as well and of course I'm always very self-critical. Especially after Darmstadt I was very self-critical and wasn't satisfied with myself but nevertheless I'm fit, I'm healthy and I'm happy about every minute I get.
  • Nobby: Currently, you're playing in midfield as a winger. You played the same position in the U23. Do you feel comfortable there?
  • Erik: Well, the midfield postion is mainly an offensive part, I'm still also playing in the back five in the defense. We always shift around a bit which works pretty well. Obviously, Schmelle and I always have to run a lot but I think we both know how to do that. That's why this position fits us well and yeah, being involved at the front is always fun...
  • Nobby: You were a striker originally, weren't you?
  • Erik: I was originally playing as a 9 so not that much on the wings but-
  • Nobby: You know how to score goals
  • Erik: One can hardly imagine, yeah. (both laugh) I had some inhibitions when I played for the Dortmund amateurs, didn't quite work out with scoring but after that I've become a defender pretty quickly, thanks to Kloppo, but it's still a lot of fun to be able to make a difference in the offense.
  • Nobby: The Süd will be empty. That will be a weird picture for all of us, for you as well?
  • Erik: Yes definitely! I mean, the atmosphere here in our stadium is always awesome. The süd being behind us is quite impressive. Especially when we play at home they encourage us and spur us on immensely. Yeah... it's such a shame that the Süd won't be there on Saturday.
  • Nobby: When you score a goal you'll still celebrate toward the Süd...
  • Erik: Yes! (both laugh) Yeah, if I score a goal, which for me doesn't happen that often, I'll still celebrate of course.

durfeedraws  asked:

I'd love more info on the Russian school system/traditions, especially university (especially since I'll be studying abroad in St. Petersburg in about 2 weeks :D )

God, I am. SO SORRY for how long this took. It’s been way longer than 2 weeks since I received this ask, and I can only hope that you’re doing great figuring out your Uni’s traditions on your own.

[EDIT]: Un-readmored this post, because several people couldn’t access it.

Anyway! The scheme of Russian education looks something like this (image source):

You may notice a weird fork on the road to higher University level education. Well, that happened because USSR had the 5 year Specialist system, then Russia decided to move to the more western 4+2 years system, but didn’t do it all the way, so now they kinda. Coexist.

Another amusing fact is that until the 90s Primary general education was 3 years, not 4, and overall school lasted 10 years. But once again, when we were trying to make our education system more western weird things started happening.

First, Russia tried adopting the 11 year school system wholesale. But then primary school teachers started complaining that they were fitting what was now taught in 4 years just fine in only 3 years before. So instead of extending the program or something Russia decided to uninstall Grade 4 from existence. Yep, for some time the Grades went: 1, 2, 3, then 5, 6, 7 etc. And one year was famous for making everyone skip their next grade, whatever that was.

By the way, children and even some teachers were mystified by this arrangement and many continue not to know why the hell it happened to this day.

One last big recent novelty is the Unified State Exam, aka ЕГЭ, which descended upon unsuspecting students out of nowhere one day and doesn’t seem to be going away soon, despite all the controversy.


Ok, now let’s briefly touch upon traditions! On all levels of education you can expect big fancy ceremonies for entrance and graduation, and outside of them the traditions are pretty malleable and depend on the institutions and their speciality. For example, students of MSU Faculty of Chemistry celebrate Chemist Day every year, taking a different element from the Periodic Table as a theme each time. Many schools and Unis compete in a hugely popular, versatile and competitive humorous game called КВН, and yep, you’ve guessed it, I’ll probably talk more about it later.

Now, as for entrance and graduation ceremonies, every level puts their own spin on it. In higher education you can expect to be welcomed with an official ceremony in the largest auditorium available, and bidden farewell with a concert and/or banquet. Graduate speeches, caps and robes are also a thing in some places.

In general education all 1st graders go through an acceptance ceremony on the 1st of September, where this goddamn song plays at least once and 11th graders give them presents. (Oh yeah! I forgot to mention: in general a Russian kid will study in the same school from start to finish. There are exceptions, of course, but the “everyone in the same building” system is the most widespread.) And in the end of May Последний Звонок (Posledniy Zvonok) - the Last Bell/Farewell Bell ceremony takes place, where 11th graders waltz, let helium balloons (that are supposed to symbolize their destinies or w/e) into the sky, wear a “graduate” sash, and hear this goddamn song at least once. The eponymous last bell is the one a 1st grader rings while perched on an 11th grader’s shoulder. It looks cute and almost never ends with them getting dropped. Almost.

After that, there’s a second, less official part to graduating school - Выпускной Вечер (Vypusknoi Vecher) - Graduation Evening. It’s kinda like a prom, except there’s no King or Queen, it lasts till sunrise, and might take place on a boat, or in a cafe, or in a park… Come to think about it, it’s not really like a prom at all xD Here, check out this photo report from 2017 Vypusknoi in Gorky Park to see what the graduates’ outfits and activities may look like.

Thank you for the question, @durfeedraws! I hope I got all of this right, but if not @yantiskra (or anyone else) are welcome to correct me.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your posts a lot. May I ask for a request, like a scenario or something with RFA + Unknown... Maybe like something happened and the MC lost her memory and what they'll do next or something.. idk. Thank you very much, I'll continue to support you and your post.

You’re such a sweet anonny, thank you for the kind words!! I really liked this idea so I formatted it a bit differently. Basically, the first part, before the under the cut part, is meant to be like a prologue of what happens to MC. I did it this way because I didn’t want to be repetitive, so I hope that it’s okay! I truly hope that you enjoy!! ^^


You and your lover were driving to a secluded nature reserve for a date. The two of you kept looking into each other’s eyes lovingly, it was officially your first anniversary as a couple. Your lover took one of their hands off the steering wheel of the car to take a hold of your own hand in a loving gesture. The two of you looked into each other’s eyes one more time before you heard a loud crash, the last thing you saw was the look of horror on your lover’s face before everything went dark.

“She should be waking up soon, let me know when she does.” He doctor told your very anxious lover as he headed to treat another patient.

A drunk driver hit your car that day, somehow your lover survived with only a few scratches while you were barely alive. You lover was snapped out of their thoughts when you stirred awake, they happily asked if you were alright. But your answer would haunt them for who knows how long as you said

“I’m sorry but who are you? And where am I, or rather… who am I?”

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Safe Haven sentence starters
  • "I don't know what we're heading towards, but I know my heart is all yours."
  • "All my friends tell me I'd be better off on my own, and sometimes I believe 'em."
  • "I can never leave him."
  • "Mixed signals, they're killing me."
  • "You knock and I let you in."
  • "Loving you is my greatest sin."
  • "I see it in your eyes, you wanna run."
  • "I don't know why I love you."
  • "I don't know why I stay."
  • "I don't know if its worth the pain."
  • "Even when you slam the door and drive away, I still set the table for two."
  • "Babe, you know I'm waiting on you."
  • "I believe you every time."
  • "I've never known anybody like you."
  • "I've never dreamed of nobody like you."
  • "I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime, and I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine."
  • "I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'll be mine."
  • "I see forever in your eyes."
  • "I feel okay when I see you smile."
  • "I think that you are the one for me."
  • "It gets so hard to breathe when you're looking at me."
  • "I've never felt so alive and free."
  • "When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy."
  • "I feel bad inside knowing this is all built on lies."
  • "I feel like an awful person."
  • "We're forcing love that don't exist."
  • "This is so unrighteous."
  • "This is so not like us."
  • "Love at first sight that was gone at the end of night."
  • "We both know that this is going to end."
  • "No chance we're going to make it."
  • "Can we fake it?"
  • "Even though I know you're not the one, this has really been a lot of fun."
  • "I don't really like you, but I still choose to stay."
  • "You still play the part so well."
  • "You're really cute, I must admit."
  • "I need something deeper than this."
  • "I wanna know when I'm looking at you that you don't only see the things you want to."
  • "I'm not perfect, I'm flawed, and if you don't like that, get lost."
  • "I don't want it if it's fake, I don't want it if it's just for show."
  • "I just want it if it's real."
  • "This superficial love thing got me going crazy."
  • "Baby if you want me, then you better need me."
  • "I'm so done not being your number one."
  • "If you wanna keep me, then you better treat me like a damn princess, make that an empress."
  • "Fun at first, I won't deny, but I want more than just what meets the eye."
  • "I want authentic, not just for fun."
  • "If this love is plastic, it'll break on us."
  • "I can feel you on my lips all the time."
  • "I just wanna feel you in my heart and on my mind."
  • "This ain't right."
  • "I feel broken, shattered, and blue, and it's all because of you."
  • "If this is love, why does it break me down?"
  • "It's been a long time since I felt the way that I do now."
  • "I need you, but I don't know how."
  • "It's been a while since I smiled and I meant it from my heart."
  • "The idea of leaving this behind, it tears me apart."
  • "Kiss me now and remind me why I ever wanted to make you mine."
  • "If this is love, why do you break me down?"
  • "You're the other half of my broken heart."
  • "There was a time when I was alone, nowhere to go and no place to call home."
  • "My only friend was the man in the moon, and even sometimes he would go away, too."
  • "He came to me with the sweetest smile, told me he wanted to talk for awhile."
  • "I promise that you'll never be lonely."
  • "Lost boys like me are free."
  • "I realized I finally had a family."
  • "You are my perfect story book."
  • "You are now my home sweet home."
  • "Tonight hope fills our lungs and I can see it in everyone."
  • "The songs use to make us sad, tonight they don't sound so bad."
  • "It feels so good to be young."
  • "I think I'll stay awhile."
  • "I am obsessed with being a mess."
  • "I am in love with being young."
  • "I don't know what the future holds."
  • "I can't believe its been all these years."
  • "My friends tell me I should've moved on a long long time ago, but what do they know?"
  • "I don't mean to be selfish, but my heart breaks every time that I see you smile 'cause I know that it's not me
  • Who brings it out of you anymore."
  • "You found somebody new, you put me in the past."
  • "I don't know if our memories will last."
  • "If by chance it doesn't work out with her, you'll always have a chance with me."
  • "I wonder what happens when you hear our song, do you brush it away or do you sing along?"
  • "Do you talk about the future the way we did?"
  • "You'll always have a chance with me in my world."
  • "Is it so wrong of me to hope she breaks your heart?"
  • "Is it so wrong of me to pray she tears you apart?"
  • "I know in the darkest part of you, you pray and hope and wish for it, too."
  • "You don't mean to be selfish, but your heart breaks every time that you see me smile 'cause you know its not you who brings it out of me anymore."
  • "So casually you walked into my universe."
  • "Hey, you got some pretty brown eyes."
  • "I couldn't help but smile and I think that's the moment it all happened."
  • "Love turned into games, and games turned into heartbreak, and heartbreak turned into war."
  • "Darling, all is fair in love and war."
  • "You meant the world to me."
  • "I'll be your fighter if you say so."
  • "I don't get why we're meant to fall in love, then say goodbye."
  • "Gave you all my heart and all my precious time."
  • "I can picture you in your blue jeans, looking right at me with that gorgeous smile."
  • "I couldn't see the lies and the things that you would hide."
  • "You love so mercilessly."
  • "Here's to everything we ever were."
  • "I got the greatest weapon of all - a broken heart."
  • "Let me hold you for the day and let you know that its okay, give you all the love and peace that you usually send my way."
  • "When its dark for you, don't know what to do, just know you're my light."
  • "When the world is caving, baby you're my safe haven."
  • "On my darkest day I know you'll be my shine."
  • "You're my safe haven."
  • "Love at first sight, it exists."
  • "I've had my heart broken so many times before."
  • "I'll call you in the morning if I see you in my dreams tonight."
  • "I don't even know your name."
  • "I vowed not to let anyone enter my heart."
  • "I know love at first sight can't exist."
  • "Maybe we'll meet in a different dimension and you can tell me all the things you didn't mention."
  • "Maybe we'll meet in a different dimension."
  • "I saw you in my dreams."
  • "I guess that I was scared of what I was before us."
  • "Guess you were my only blemish."
  • "For the first time I don't mind that you found somebody else."
  • "For the first time I'm totally fine being by myself."
  • "I was my best when I was with you."
  • "Would you believe me if I told you that I'm over it?"

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Hello I hope its not to much trouble but could you do #70 on the Au list with rap monster. Please and thank you

70. When your soulmate dyes their hair, your eyes change to that color

Originally posted by sugutie

Your chin was propped up in your palm, your math teacher droning on and on about quadrilaterals. You rolled your eyes; when would you ever need this kind of stuff in real life. Finally, the clocked ticked down into the last few seconds of class, and once 2:45 hit, you grabbed your things and bolted, even though the professor was still talking. Perks of college, you thought to yourself.

You made your way into the dining hall close to the building where your class was: just a short walk away down the sidewalk. You found a small window table on the second floor; the whole building was crammed with students taking a late lunch break after the last class of the day.

“Hi, friend.” You glanced up from your laptop, smiling as your best friend sat down opposite from you. “How was math?”

“Don’t even ask,” you groaned, shutting your laptop and picking a stalk of celery off of her plate of veggies. She rolled her eyes and pushed it closer to the middle of the table. “Are your eyes lighter?”

Y/F/N glanced up at you, her giant chocolate brown orbs crinkling with a smile. Usually, the color of her eyes were almost as dark as her pupils: something she constantly complained about. Today, however, they were streaked through with gold.

“Chris got highlights,” she smiled sheepishly down at her plate, knocking a cherry tomato around with her forefinger.

“So it’s official, then?” you asked, popping a cucumber into your mouth. “I’m happy for you.”

And you were, it was the truth. Y/F/N and her boyfriend, Chris, had been dating since high school, and the two were basically inseparable. And now, it really was official: Chris was her soulmate.

“It’s just, it’s a great feeling, you know? Like, I’ve always been in love with him. But now I just know he’s the person I’m supposed to be with. I’m the happiest girl in the world.” Y/F/N said, giggling. “You’ll find your guy, or girl. I just know it.”

You rolled your eyes, peering down at the veggie plate. “I don’t know. It’s just hard; there’s so many people in the world.”

“Well, there can’t be very many people in the world with that color hair,” Y/F/N laughed. Your face scrunched up in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Your eyes. They changed yesterday morning. I thought you knew.” Y/F/N grabbed a compact mirror from her bag. She handed it over to you, and you flipped it up quickly, excited. Sure enough, your eyes had turned during class. Instead of the normal golden blonde they’d been for quite some time, they were a startling mint green: a color that would have been nice on someone’s head, specifically your soulmate, but just made your eyes look eerie.

“Wow,” you breathed, your fingertips ghosting over the skin of your under eyelid. After a moment, Y/F/N grabbed onto the compact mirror and closed it.

“That’s not important right now, because BTS dropped their new music video a while back, and we still haven’t watched it together. They’re almost due for another comeback!” You rolled your eyes at her as she grabbed your laptop, opening the music video and pressing play. The familiar BigHit chimed, and you engrossed yourself in watching the music video. When it was over, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a post displaying their new promotional pictures for Forever Young. Curious, you clicked them, and your heart stopped.

The colors were bright, the scenery was gorgeous. But what caught your eye was the members’ hair, or at least, one specifically. Namjoon had dyed his hair for this photoshoot. He’d dyed it a bright mint green, a color that looked startlingly good on his head. And it was the same exact color that had made your eyes look so eerie all day long.

- Admin PeachJin 🍑

Dear Friend,

August 30, 2016

I don’t want to be alone anymore - not after last night.
Today is harder than usual because I finally got to see the boy I’m in love with.
I finally got to see Him.

I’m alone in my room.
The silence is louder than usual.
How do you shut out the silence?
Is that even possible?
I don’t know how, but my overthinking clouded most of the silence when I started thinking about Him.

I want to think about the good times that we’ve been having - especially last night.
I need more good memories to replace the old one’s that I can’t let go.
The one’s that bring tears to my eyes each time I think about them.
He broke my heart once and I don’t want him to do it again.

Things were getting so perfect for me.
I was finally slowly letting go of him.
I was finally almost fully healed.
But then he shows up in my life again and I welcome him with open arms.
Then things get difficult for me once more.
Because one night alone with him is never enough.
I want him and all of him all the time.
I never want to let him go.
Thankfully, I’ve been seeing him more often now because he moved back here to our hometown.
But I can’t help but think he will just leave me the same way he did before - without notice or warning.
I’m just making the most out of the time that I have with him while I can.

At first, I thought he was just visiting for a while, but he failed to mention that he was staying here for a few months.
I was surprised when he told me this.
Hearing this news was a bittersweet moment for me.
Of course I was very happy that we would be able to see each other more often, but I was also cautious and sad that he could potentially get back with his ex-girlfriend.

The same night he told me he was moving back home, he did mention that he talked to her, but they came to an agreement that they wouldn’t talk to each other anymore.
I will admit I was a little relieved to hear this.
Not just for me, but for him too.
I feel like she was holding onto him only for her own security that this new guy she likes wouldn’t work out in the end.
I think that’s just wrong for her to do.
These are just my assumptions though.
Who knows why she was keeping him in her life.
I just hope he does try to move on from her.
I want him to be happy.
I always want to see him smile.
I just hope I can be that person that makes him happy and smile and laugh.

I’m just glad he’s back in my life.
Back when he was with his girlfriend and living here, I’d see him (literally) once every three - six months.
I thought it was going to be like before, but that wasn’t the case when he came over for the first time since moving back.
I can’t stop thinking about it…
I can’t stop thinking about all the fun we had last night.
New good memories to replace the old bad ones.

I was laying down on my bed about to cry.
I felt so overwhelmed with school, work, money and my loneliness.
Everything was just pouring in all at once.
And there was nothing but silence around me.
I was just about to shed a tear when my phone vibrated.
I looked at my phone.
He texted me!

“Hey.”
The anxiety kicked in.


Yeah?…” I responded.

“What are you doing?” He asked.
My heart started pounding.

Crying.”
*deletes*
I’m just laying down.”

“Is it cool if I go over?”
My hands started to shake.


YES!!”
*deletes*
“Yeah, sure.”


“On my way.”
My legs started to quiver.


A few minutes passed and there he was at my doorstep.
I missed him so much.
I know I had just seen him about a month before - when I went to visit him, but that month felt like an eternity.

He looked adorable as always.
He was wearing a black shirt with gray skinny jeans and black boots.
He did look a little different with his beard though.
That was the only thing different about him.
I had never seen that much facial hair on him before.
It took me a little while to get used to it.
I’m not a fan of beards.
I gave him a hug and we walked to my room.

He sat down at the edge of my bed with something in his hand.
I was so distracted by his eyes that I didn’t realize he brought back a pair of shorts I let him borrow when I saw him last month.  

Before he gave them to me he said, “Alex, I’m sorry if these have any bed bugs on them. And I’m also sorry if they infest your bed and your house.”

I laughed.
”What? What do you mean? Are you being serious?”

He laughed too and got a little shy.
He looked down at the shorts and continued, “Yeah. Before I left the apartment, we had a problem with bed bugs. They were crawling everywhere. But I washed them before I came here. I even used hot water.”

I laughed again, sat next to him, picked up his chin and looked into his green eyes.
”Oh my God. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure there’s no bed bugs in these shorts. And if there is, it’s okay! I’ll just blame you for everything.”
I patted him on the back and smiled.
He started to laugh again.
I could tell he didn’t feel uncomfortable anymore.
He gave me the shorts and I put them away in my drawer.

I started to scratch my hand.
”Oh wow. Maybe you’re right. There are bed bugs in those shorts!”

He smiled and shouted, “Shut up!”

”Sorry. I had to do it. It was just too easy. But okay. I’ll stop.”

I sat down next to him again and we talked for a few moments.
He said he wanted to go out for a while and do something.
So, we did.

Our first stop was a place called Sonic.
It’s this drive-in fast food restaurant that sells really good drinks.
They also have a playground area with sand and an area to play volleyball.

We got down to the playground area.
It was a very hot and humid night (it was my awful idea to get down and I instantly regretted it).
To cool off, I got myself my favorite cherry lime cream slush and he got a cherry slush.
He never even heard of a cream slush.

”It’s like a slush mixed with ice cream,” I tried to explain.

”That sounds gross, Alex,” he said with that stare I love and hate at the same time.
It’s so compelling and sexy.

”What?! It’s not gross! It’s my favorite drink.”

”It sounds gross,” he repeated.

They brought out our order.
I had to make him try my cherry lime cream slush.

”Okay. That’s good!” He said.

”See! I told you!”

”You made it sound gross though. It’s not really ‘mixed,’” he air quoted and continued. “It’s more like blended. They blend the ice cream with the slush.”

I rolled my eyes.
”Okay. Well excuse me for using the wrong terminology.”
We both laughed.

Soon afterward, we debated on what to do next.
It was either an exploration to Target or Walmart.
We would’ve chosen the former, but the store was closing soon.
To Walmart it was!

Now, I know most people would probably think, “What the hell do you do at Walmart at 12:00am?”
To be honest, you can’t really do much.
It’s who you’re with that that question really matters.
I wasn’t bored with him there.
I was just happy that I was spending time with the boy of my dreams.
I didn’t care where I was, so long as I was with him.
We were looking around cracking stupid jokes and I will admit I was being a little sassy with him.
The best part though was that he was being sassy right back.
I liked that.
We explored many sections of this supermarket together.

First, it was the alcohol section.
We couldn’t buy anything because they didn’t sell after midnight.
It didn’t matter anyway.
I’m sure we weren’t going to drink.

Next was the TV and video game section.
We were just looking around, mostly.
I made a joke about getting him a big TV for his birthday.
We laughed.
Then he showed me some video games that he wanted to play.
I made a mental note of them for later.

Then, we went to the toy section.
While I was looking at Power Rangers figurines, he decided to play with the smallest soccer ball he could find.
It looked funny because of his big black boots.
“He’s such a little weirdo,” I thought.
“But he’s my weirdo.”
He kicked it around and through the isles and somehow “accidentally” hit my butt with it.

When he was done with the soccer ball, he amused himself with a hula hoop.
I saw him attempt to do it – he failed.
It was quite tragic.
He didn’t know how to do it, but he tried his best.
Hell, it was way better than what I would’ve done, so I shouldn’t judge.
It was cute seeing him swing his hips around.

Lastly, we went to the book section to find nothing interesting.
So to kill more time, we went to the men’s clothing section so he could look at some t-shirts.
We were not there for much longer.

We finally left our little late night adventure.
We arrived at my house moments later.
I had a little surprise waiting for him there.
It was his birthday last week, so I had a few things for him.

I actually had sent him a card with part of his gift in the mail.
I never got a thank you from him which worried me about the gifts.
I was getting really scared that he didn’t get it.
Coincidentally, the card that I sent him was sent back to me yesterday.
Apparently I put the wrong address.
Everything happens for a reason, and this was definitely for the better.

When he walked into my room, he made himself comfortable and sat down on the same spot from earlier on my bed.
I was starting to get nervous.
I didn’t know how to give him his gifts.
I wanted to surprise him, so I asked him to close his eyes.
His reaction wasn’t what I expected.
He frowned and shrugged his shoulders and asked, “Why?”
I assumed he thought I wanted to kiss him, so I told him to cover himself with my blanket.
He did just that.

I went into my closet to get his surprise gifts and laid them neatly in front of him.
“Okay, you can take off the blanket now,” I said.
He threw the blanket out of the way and looked down.
“Happy birthday!” I shouted awkwardly while I presented him with his gifts.  
In front of him was the card that got sent back to me, a book called The Reason, and a gift from Sephora.

He saw the book first.
He had the biggest smile.
I loved it.
I loved looking at him when he was so happy.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe you got this stuff for me. And you got me the book! Thank you!” He said while giving me a really tight hug.

When he let go, the next thing he was curious about was what was in the Sephora bag (he’s always one that wants to take care of his skin, but just doesn’t care to spend money on that kind of stuff).
He took out the tissue paper and saw that I got him a cleanser, as well as a konjac sponge to exfoliate his face.
He had that big beautiful smile on his face again.
“Thank you Alex,” he paused looked into my eyes and continued, “Seriously.”
“You’re very welcome,” I replied.

Lastly, he finally looked at the card in an envelope with his name on it and a return address.
I had to explain to him what happened.
I was a little embarrassed about it because I supposedly put the wrong address, but when he saw it, he said that it was correct.
I don’t how that happened, but I’m glad the post office sent it back.
Because his reaction after reading the card was worth the wait.

The card I got him was cute in my opinion.
I can’t recall exactly what it read, but it was a game controller with a cute phrase.
Inside the card was two gift cards wrapped in a little paper note I decided to write separately.
To be honest, I didn’t know if he was going to keep the card, and I also didn’t know what he would do to it if he did keep it.
I was worried that someone in his family would get nosey and read the personal things I wrote him.
So, that’s why I decided to write him something separate from the card.

On the card, I wrote: I hope you have a great and wonderful birthday. You really deserve it. You’re an amazing person and a great friend. I’m glad to have you in my life. Happy birthday!

On the note, I wrote: So one day I asked you what do you want for your birthday. You jokingly told me, “Buy me groceries.” I didn’t take it as a joke. So, inside this card is a gift card to H-E-B. Go buy yourself some groceries.
He could’ve asked for anything.
Clothes, a game, shoes, cologne – hell, just anything!
But instead of saying any of those things, (or just about anything I could think of) he said, “Buy me groceries.”

He’s such a weirdo.
But he’s my weirdo
.

Things like that make me laugh, and smile, and remind me as to why I like him so much.
He didn’t react when he read this, but when he saw the gift card afterward he laughed and said, “Oh my god you actually got me groceries?! Thank you Alex.”

He continued reading the separate note I gave him.
It was really quiet, and it was making me feel a little nervous.
All I could remember at the time, was that I wrote how much I care for him and that I just want to see him happy.

Moments passed and he just looked at me; speechless and breathless.
He couldn’t stop smiling, and that in return made me smile.
He reached over to me and hugged me once more.
This time, it was different.
I could tell he didn’t want to let me go.
And when I hugged him tighter, he pulled me even closer to him.
He was holding me so tight that he could’ve suffocated me.
But I liked it.
I liked that he didn’t want to let me go.
If I could relive a moment in my life, this moment would definitely be one I’d come back to.

He told me thank you for the last time and slowly let me go.
We looked into each other’s eyes and I swear I wanted to kiss him.
I thought it was a perfect moment, but I knew I shouldn’t.
I knew I had to wait.

After that moment, I was happy.
I felt accomplished.
I felt good.
I felt important.
He’s never looked at me in that way before last night.
I didn’t need anything more, but the night wasn’t over and it just kept getting better.

We talked a lot.
About our problems.
About our futures.
About our feelings.
We cuddled.
We held hands.
We looked into each other’s eyes.
We felt each other’s heartbeat.
This was going on for hours, but it only felt like minutes.
I cherished every single moment of it.

It was 4AM.
I thought it was too late for him to go home so tired.
I insisted that he stayed over, but only if he was okay with it.
He was.
I got up and got some clothes for him to change into.
He walked to the bathroom, changed, and in a few moments was back in my room to join me on my bed.

The rest of the night involved a lot more cuddling.
This time, we were under a ton of sheets to keep ourselves warm from my cold room.
I had my arm around his chest and my legs on top of his.
My head was resting on his shoulder.
I was listening to him breathe.
It was really heavy.
I moved my hand closer to his chest.
I felt his heartbeat.  
It was beating faster than normal.
Was he nervous?” I thought to myself.

“Hey. Can I ask you something?” I said.

“Yeah. Of course. Anything.”

I looked into his eyes.
The room was dark, but I could still see the glow in his eyes.
It’s as if they illuminate on their own.
He was staring back at me.
My anxiety started kicking in again.
Before I let it take over me, I asked him the question.
“Can I kiss you?”

He paused.
“Yeah. You can.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure. You can kiss me.”

I kept my eyes locked on his.
My left hand found it’s way behind his left ear, tussling his hair.
My right hand found it’s way to his face, caressing his cheek.
Just before I pulled him closer, he reached over to my lips and kissed me.
I pulled away, looked at him again to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
It was still him.
I leaned towards him to kiss him again.
And again.
And again…

I didn’t want the night to end.
But as the night got older, a new day started to begin.
I couldn’t believe that this was happening.
I’m kissing the boy of my dreams.
It was so perfect.
It was so magical.
I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.

When my thoughts stopped overflowing, I stopped and said, “It’s getting late. We should really go to sleep now.”

“Yeah. I know. Thank you for everything tonight. I really don’t deserve you as a friend,” he said.

“Yes you do. You deserve to be happy. You deserve the world.”
He gave me a cocky smile.
And I mirrored that smile.

I gave him one last hug and one last kiss.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight Alex.”
I turned around and for once in a very long time, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.  

Love always,
Alex

Downfall [01]

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3,360

Genre: Assassin AU

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20


Run.

That’s the only thing on your mind and that’s all you focus on doing.

Dusk has fallen over this region of the city already, and the street laid out before you is enveloped in its shadows. The only sounds disturbing the still night are your shallow breaths and the flurry of footsteps echoing harshly from each deliberate step on the pavement—some of them caused by you and the others belonging to your pursuers. You try to maintain your pace as you rush around the corner of a tall building and into an obscure alleyway. A good distance behind you, two men are relentlessly chasing after you while shouting profanities along with their winded gasps, driven only by the raw determination to keep up. You turn another corner and slip into an even darker passageway, but you soon slow your strides and come to an abrupt halt, staring at the solid concrete wall before you.

A dead end.

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The Foxhole Court, Chapter 12 – Road Trip To Embarrass… Who Again?

In which the squad goes to a talk show, wake-up calls go wrong, Neil goes live on national television, shipping goes well, and I go nuts, just a little bit.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Foxhole Court.

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Re: Targbowl

I think it’s pretty clear that the future conflict between Dany and Jon in s8 is being inflated by the showrunners and actors but when you actually consider all that has to happen in s8, aka the last season, the possibility of Targbowl happening is slim to none.

For starters, Jon may have the higher “claim” to the throne but he’s not going to want it. I can already hear him saying to Dany: “I don’t deserve it, but you do.” Long story short, Jon doesn’t seek power.

The wild card in this situation is Dany. How will she react to Jon the Targ and will she seek to dismantle his claim? I don’t think so. Again, Jon would never seek to override her claim, and I think Dany will have other thoughts pressing on her. For one, finding out she isn’t the last Targ will probably come as a relief to her, and two, I wouldn’t be surprised if the writers decided to drop the Targ bomb on Jon the same time the baby bomb is dropped on Dany (bc let’s be real, even the casual viewer knows that Dany’s going to have Jon’s baby).

I actually think that it will be a pretty significant character arc for Dany in s8 if she does end up having to internally wrestle with her claim for the throne, her birthright, the thing that has been driving her throughout all of this. I could see her accepting Jon’s claim over hers, but then, again, Jon will come in and tell her that it’s her right to sit on the throne because that’s who Jon is; he has already shown that he’s willing to give power to Dany in 7x06 simply because of her character, not because of her claim. Dany won’t take Westeros back because of her claim to the throne, rather, she’ll take it back because she’s earned it.

Besides Dany’s arc in s8, Jon’s arc will focus on him accepting his new identity as a Stark and a Targaryen. Jon’s going to have to listen to his own advice that he gave to Theon, and although his Stark heritage will always be more important to him than his Targ, his acceptance of his Targ heritage will show itself in the form of him riding Rhaegal. Jon riding a dragon is a big moment that the writers aren’t going to pass up, and this moment won’t happen if Targbowl happens. His acceptance of his parentage will also take form in his acceptance of his relationship with Dany, and I think the baby will play a large role in this acceptance. Not only does Jon not want to father a bastard, but he’s also shown that he loves Dany.

tldr - basically I can’t see these two fighting. Their internal conflicts with each other and themselves will be used to only complicate the actual “larger” conflicts of the season i.e. the Night King & Cersei. S8 will make them question who they are and their place in the world, and eventually, they’ll realize that their place is with each other.

The Messy Love Story

The first boy who loves you will never look you straight in the eye, not until he asks you out at the beginning of your junior year - the first boy who loves you will wait. It’ll take him a while just to say hi, he’s shy, he’s genuine, he’s kind, he’s real. He’ll take you places that make your heart beat out of your chest and your eyes pop out of your head, it’ll feel as if you were five years old again without a care in the world. He’ll stand a few inches away from you, where he can see the ferris wheel lights reflecting off of your beautiful brown eyes - you know the ones you wish you could change the color of. He’ll look at you and give you chills that run down your spine, make your nose crinkle, your palms sweat, and your lips tremble. You think he’ll kiss you then, you want him to kiss you then but he doesn’t. He’ll just stare at you, soaking in the beauty and the purity of your innocence that’s left because he knows that touches your soul a whole hell of a lot more than his lips ever will.

The first boy who loves you will pick you up late. He’ll have an obscene amount of apologies rolling off his tongue the second you get in that passenger seat. Even before your hand reaches for the door handle of his old Chevy Silverado. He’ll shower you with apologies, literally shower you because he’s so nervous and so anxious that spit will project onto your face from talking so fast - he knows he messed up. But these apologies are genuine, sincere, the kindness behind his skin, and the loving household environment that he grew up in. These apologies are him. He’ll take you somewhere off the grid, somewhere only the two of you know, a place that catches your breath and makes you stop in your tracks. You’ll order something simple, something sweet because you’re afraid of humiliating yourself in front of him. You’ll probably make a mess because you might end up missing your mouth with a piece of chicken but he doesn’t care, instead he smiles bright and wide when you tell him it’s the best damn food you’ve ever had. He made you happy inside with such little effort and he knows this, and all of a sudden now you want more.

The first boy who loves you has an imagination, an imagination that makes you believe anything is possible. He stitches together sentences from the tip of his tongue that flow flawlessly. He’ll tell you stories, pieces that make your stomach hurt from laughing so hard, stories that build suspension and make your throat clench, stories with cliffhangers and you find yourself begging him to finish but all he does is just sit there and smile at you because he knows he’s finally got you. You’ll cut him off, multiple times without even knowing it, trying to finish his sentences because you’re eager and you think you know but he changes it last minute, and you’ll pick on him saying, “yeah right,” or “I knew that was going to happen,” trying to hide the fact that he made you think a little differently, think outside the box, avoid the fact that he made your own imagination grow a little more than you thought. You’ll talk for hours and you’ll never notice how fast time flies when you’re with him. He’ll ask you questions, so many questions that make you think, make you smile, make you wonder, daydream, make you reveal yourself, and slowly but surely you consider a future - a future with him placed along in it.

The first boy who loves you will say sweet things, funny things, he’ll always have something to say. He tells you not just what you want to hear but what you need to hear. He’ll push you but not too much, just enough so that you still have some ease to come back to this sad world. You forget that he’s the sad boy, lonely boy, weirdo boy, or anything else that you’ve heard around school. You know he’s different, he’s nothing like what they’ve said, he’s quite the opposite actually. He’s everything you never thought was real, he’s the prince in the fairy tales with a few flaws of course. He’ll show you the world, make your insides scream, he’s better than you expected and you never really expected much to begin with but now you’re stuck. You’re trapped, you’re attached and now the fear of him leaving is all of a sudden real and terrorizing. He has the ability to destroy you, rip you apart piece by piece, slowly and surely and you know this, and he knows this. But you don’t change a thing, even though he has the same capability as a gun to your head, you don’t change a thing.

The first boy who loves you will ask you why you never talk about your family, only glimpses of what your sad reality at home is really like. But now, now you open up - you talk about the divorce, the fighting, the screaming, the drinking, the chaos. How home started to feel a little less like home at the age of seven or that you began to pick up on the fact that love was game because the two that were supposed to show you the way, showed you instead how badly one could really hurt another. You tell him how you’d come home from school and slowly day by day in a room full of people you had never felt so alone, that two people with three kids made everything about love for seventeen years and one day I guess they just decided to stop pretending. And now he understands, he understands why you were so closed off and never really let anyone in - because those who meant the most to you let you down and that’s the messed up part about this atrocious world, all it takes is one and you’re fucked. But the first boy who loves you will hold you, hold you until all your broken pieces are put back together and that’s when you realize you want it all - the good and the bad, regardless of how horrible, how dark, because at the end of the day it’s him, and now he’s become a part of you.

But the first boy who loves you won’t be the last; and he knows this. He’s not a fool, he knows this will come to a close soon enough but he’ll never regret you, not for a second. Because the first boy who loves you is kind, gentle, and sweet; he’s the one who shows you that maybe this world isn’t such a bad place after all, that only if you let it, it’ll tear you down. He won’t let you push him aside when you need your space because he knows you need him even when you hurt him. He won’t let you break, he won’t tear you down, because when everything else falls apart, he is the only thing you know how to destroy and so you do. You’re pissed at the world and need some retaliation and so you take it out on him because you take for granted the fact that he’ll never leave. But when you finally ask him to leave, he will go, the first boy who loves you will go because even though you don’t want him to and you don’t know why you’re doing what you’re doing, he’ll leave; he’ll give you what you want because he loves you. And when he stops yelling and loses the fire in his eyes, you’ve lost him - when he goes quiet, that’s when you realize he’s gone. And you’ll look back at him and remember everything - the nervousness, the apologies, the purity, the kindness and the honesty that he possessed - it’ll all play backwards like a movie in the back of your mind to the very first time you ever laid eyes on him. You’ll remember how he called you sweetheart when he was angry or used your full name as a sign of affection and even though it’s over, the first boy who loved you will be the only boy who holds your heart in his hands, feels it beat and breathe without possession or power and you’ll struggle to understand but the time will come for you to live again.

A year later I met another boy, he took me to that same restaurant where we had our first date - you know the night you shook so hard from nerves and I ate properly enforcing my table manners because I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of you. I hadn’t been to that place ever since, never really thought I would go back because that was our place, but overtime, we modify the meaning of things and so that restaurant was no longer our place but your place because that’s all I saw when I pulled up in a different car, with a different boy, and now my mind intoxicated with bittersweet memories of you and I. Him and I sat about ten tables away from where we sat, I preferred that table though, you turn your head to the left and see the beauty in this dull city, the way you used to look at me. I skimmed the menu, remembering the chicken I ordered, I asked him what he was going to order and I looked up to make eye contact with him - it’s rude not to look at people when you’re speaking to them, but I heard a familiar laugh and so my eyes darted to the front door - it was you. She was beautiful, guess you had good taste after all, but I didn’t hear my heart break or feel tears rolling down my cheeks. No, instead I smiled at you and you smiled back and that’s when I realized you’re not my sunshine anymore because the truth is this: you think you’re in love so many more times before you actually ever are and you’re going to have your heartbroken so many more times than you’ll ever want. But the first boy who loves you will not be the last, and just because he leaves doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world, it’s only just the beginning - you learn, you grow, and you move on. And you know what? You love again. Because the first boy who loves you will tear your heart out of your chest just to put it back in place so that you could live again.

auronburr  asked:

Your meta analysis gives me LIFE are there any other lines that you really like/wanna analyze?

Ooh actually there was one other small meta that I was thinking about writing in the last week and vaguely forgot to to. It’s parallels between Wait For It and World Was Wide Enough.

There’s a lot of genius meta out there about Wait For it, from the “putting Hamilton on the same level as love, life, and death,” or I think I did a thing way back on Hamilton and “he takes and he takes and he takes” but the only thing he’s been taking so far is people’s affection, like. There’s so much about that song that is perfect.

But I don’t think I’ve seen anyone compare Wait For It and The World Was Wide Enough.

Firstly, there’s the fact that The World Was Wide Enough is the answer to the question that Burr has been asking the whole musical: “is there a reason? Is there a reason why everyone who has ever cared about me ends up dead?” He states that he’s willing to wait for it.

Well, The World Was Wide Enough gives that answer: no. There is no reason. Death doesn’t discriminate, there is no reason he could have known that Alexander would aim at the sky, there is no way he could understand, the whole song is about his increasing breakdown at the inevitability of it all–how his voice breaks at “this man will not make an orphan of my daughter”–how the whole song is about him trying to give one reason after another, but none of them are satisfactory, the scream of “WAIT”–that’s the realization that there’s no reason this should have happened.

Aaron Burr waits the whole show for that answer, and the answer is, “there is no reason,” and then he just sort of…fades. Disappears back into his role of narrator, drops out of our history books; no one really cares what happened to Aaron Burr after the duel.

Then there’s the second part of my comparison of the two songs. Take another look at the Hamilton verse of Wait For it.   

Hamilton doesn’t hesitate
He exhibits no restraint
He takes and he takes and he takes
And he keeps winning anyway
He changes the game
He plays and he raises the stakes
And if there’s a reason
He seems to thrive when so few survive, then Goddamnit—

Looking at that verse in the context of the duel. The whole setup: Aaron sends a simple letter asking for an apology, Hamilton exhibits no restraint in sending back a scathing insult of a response. The game was supposed to be one of politics; Alexander changes it to one of life and death. Raising the stakes indeed.

But there’s this other underlying theme of at least in the first Act, no matter what Hamilton seems to do, he wins. That’s one of the reasons why Burr is fascinated with him and a bit jealous–he walks in and is hired right on sight when Washington rejects Burr, he snags a Schuyler sister when Angelica literally shoves Burr away, don’t even get me started on Non-Stop, Hamilton always wins. And then the second Act is about when Hamilton starts losing–how he starts to sacrifice his morals for the creation of his political legacy (Room Where It Happens, Cabinet Battle #2), he manages to entirely destroy his family through the affair, and his own political career via his letter against John Adams and The Reynolds Pamphlet, he’s a mess, Act 2 is about his downfall.

But Aaron Burr doesn’t really see it that way. Burr sees Hamilton in The Room Where It Happens and he sees Hamilton as winning still (”you got more than you gave”), he wants that, he wants what Hamilton has, he wants to win like that. He goes after a seat in the Senate, he joins the Democratic Republicans, but he still seems Hamilton as winning. Even when they go and threaten him in We Know, when Hamilton says “How do I know you won’t use this against me the next time we go toe to toe?” Hamilton still fully expects them to go toe to toe, Hamilton still fully expects situations in which he might win against Burr–and, of course, that’s all Burr sees. Someone on his level, someone who’s going to beat him again, not someone who has lost everything and is grasping at straws.

It’s this fundamental misunderstanding of how far Hamilton has fallen–it’s this fundamental respect and awe that Burr has for Hamilton–that ultimately leads to the duel.  Burr doesn’t for a moment believe that Hamilton is ever going to lose, because Hamilton isn’t someone who loses at anything. Hamilton can’t lose in his mind. That’s why he becomes increasingly panicked, because he can’t see an outcome of this where Hamilton doesn’t come out on top.

And then he shoots Hamilton.

That’s where the music turns back to Wait For It, that’s where it turns back to Burr asking if there’s a reason. Wait For It is the first time that Burr is completely open and completely vulnerable to the audience, and the shock of Hamilton dying, it puts Burr right back there. It makes him question everything he ever believed about Hamilton, it’s why he re-casts the whole duel in his mind so that Hamilton still wins it:

When Alexander aimed at the sky,
He may have been the first one to die,
But I’m the one who paid for it.
I survived but I paid for it.

Aaron Burr is the only person in the musical who still looks at Alexander with the same awe and respect as he had for him in the first Act. And that’s what kills Alexander, that Aaron never stopped believing in him.