i wish i could have a redo

Chapter 7: I want to be with you // Shawn Mendes

Authors note: Is this the last part? probably. Im so emotional I could cry. Oh look, I am.

Chapter 6: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165723374471/chapter-6-i-trust-him-shawn-mendes

Chapter 5: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165682718231/chapter-5-is-that-really-what-you-want-shawn

Chapter 4: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165578764896/chapter-4-i-think-you-should-kiss-him-shawn

Chapter 3: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165507431011/chapter-3-for-a-walking-dictionary-you-can

Chapter 2: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165456105886/id-never-hurt-you-shawn-mendes

Chapter 1: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165397348631/you-might-need-to-buy-another-lock-shawn-mendes


Just as I’m about to exit the cubicle Peyton’s voice has me freezing in my tracks.

“There is something so going on there.” her shoes click as she walks into the bathrooms, another pair of footsteps following her. 

“You think so? We know that Shawn’s liked her forever, but do you think he actually made a move?” I don’t recognize the second voice so I fall silent, not daring to move.

A tap is turned on. “You didn’t see them together when they sparred the other day. Shawn has fire for Goddess sake. He could have burnt the little bookworm to the ground yet suddenly she’s the one winning? I think he grew a pair and now there’s something between them.”

Are they talking about me? 

“Did your story work? The one of Shawn killing his Mum?” The second voice asks and Peyton snorts in response. 

“He did look pretty pissed off when he heard. Steph told me she saw him storming towards the bookworm’s cabin. Apparently he didn’t leave until after dinner.“

“Do you think he blame’s her?” 

“I think she worked her way out of it and he believes her.” Peyton growls, the tap shuts off.

“What does he even see in her?” The unknown huffs and I clench my hand in anger. They were the one’s to spread the rumor about Shawn.

“Obviously enough to believe that she wasn’t the one telling everyone he burnt his Mother to a crisp.” her high pitched laugh fills the room and I slam my door open, the sound making them both jump.

“You conniving little pig.” I hiss, glaring daggers at both of them.

“Y/n, how nice of you to join us.” Peyton smirks, leaning casually against the counter.

“Go to hell Peyton.” I jeer, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

“Only if you go first.” She returns, matching my glower.

“If I get to see you burn then sure.” I snap, my anger flowing in waves. 

She scowls and I don’t give her another second of my time, walking straight out the bathroom. I race down the hallway, intent on finding the inferno himself.

I poke my head into the cafeteria and when I don’t see him I make my way back outside.

There was only one place I could think of for where he might be. I follow the gravel path leading towards the cabins. After passing mine, I continue further into the denser forest where Hera, Hebe and Hephaestus cabin’s were located.

I’m on his doorstep, knocking persistently on the door until its opened. I push past Shawn, moving to stand in the middle of the cabin.

“Sure, come on in.” Shawn says dryly, shutting the door.

“I know who told everyone that you burnt your mother to a crisp.” I breathe and Shawn’s gaze hardens. 

“Who?” He scowls, his fire igniting at the tips of his fingers.

“Peyton, I was in the bathroom and she was talking about… you, and me,” I pause, biting my lip to stop myself from spitting out unnecessary information. Its just then that I realise I had barged in on a half naked Shawn.

His shirt is gone and the lean hard muscles of his chest are right where I can see them.

He notices my sudden silence and smirks knowingly. 

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before Y/n.”   

I gape at him before regaining my composure.

“What I was saying was she made it up in hope of you getting furious at me and staying away.” I finish, playing with the hem of my shirt to distract me from the yern to reach out and run my hands down the smooth planes of his chest. “Which worked.” I mumble at the end and Shawn doesn’t seem to hear me.

“Why would she do that?” Shawn growls and small sparks shoot out of his hands.

“Cos she has this idea that you’re in love with me and she doesn’t like it.” I snap, his heated gaze meeting mine.

“Is that a bad thing?” He hesitates, a vulnerable look appearing in his eyes. “if I were to be in love with you?”

“Shawn, this isn’t the time to be asking pointless questions.” I avoid the topic, folding my arms over my chest.

“It’s not pointless and I want you to answer me Y/n. Would it be so bad if I am in love with you?” His sudden confidence has returned and he walks closer to me. As the distance closes the cabin feels smaller and all my brain can focus on is the way Shawn’s curly hair was falling across his forehead and the fond expression on his face.

“It would be a waste of time.” I mutter, taking a step back which he matches with a step forward.

“Why’s that, my little walking dictionary?” he hums, twisting a strand of my hair around his finger.

I scowl, pulling away from his hand. “You’ve already fucked me, you don’t need to pretend your’re interested in my feelings now. I kind of got that vibe from you avoiding me for the past couple of days.”

His smirk falls. “I wasn’t avoiding you because we slept together Y/n. I thought..” he sighs turning away from me and running a hand through his hair in a stressed manor. “I thought you were mad at me, or upset about what we did. Thought you felt like I used you so I decided to just stay away.”

“Wow.” I drawl out sarcastically. “That idea makes perfect sense.”

“I realise it was a stupid idea now.” Shawn blanches. “I was just so freaked out that you might hate me and the only thing I could think of to do was just give you space.”

“That’s the most absurd thing that you could have done!” I exclaim.

“I know.” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It made me feel like all you wanted me for was sex.” I say quietly, looking down at my shoes. He’s at my side in a second, his burning hands cupping my face as he holds my gaze.

"I don’t regret a single thing I did with you that night; except for accusing you of what Peyton did but right now that isn’t important.”

“She doesn’t like the idea of you liking me.” I say, trying to blink back tears. I was getting so emotional.

“It’s not an idea.” He says boldly, his skin heating mine where it touches. “I like you. A lot.” Shawn blurts out and his cheeks are dusted with a pink tinge. “Enough to say that yeah.. maybe I am in love with you.”

I bite my lip, meeting his flame filled eyes.

“You’ve only known me for a week or so.”

“I’ve always noticed you though.” He smiles, and I finally allow him to hold me again. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into his embrace as my hands rest on his shirtless chest. “I saw you on your first day of camp and I thought that you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.”

“Oh.” I mumble, moving closer to him. “So you’ve been like stalking me for the past three years?”

“God no, Y/n , I’m not like that.” He laughs, the sound echoing around the room.

“You make it sound like that.” I can’t help the grin breaking out on my face.

“I used to go to the library a lot and I’d always see you there. I realized that you must be daughter of one of the smart God’s so I didn’t approach you.”

“You thought that because I was smart I wouldn’t like you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow, my tone teasing.

“Kind of, I mean, I was some loner kid who everyone hated because they thought I was too hot headed.”

“You are kind of a hot head.” I beam, ruffling his hair to which he protests. 

“One of my few faults.” he smirks and I feel my stomach erupt in butterflies at the look in his eyes.

Neither of us say anything. I wet my bottom lip and the action draws Shawn’s attention.

“I don’t want to stay away from you.” He whispers after a moment of silence, moving closer so that our faces were millimeters apart. “Peyton and her jealousy can go fuck off.”

“Shawn!” I laugh, my forehead resting against his shoulder and he smells like he always does, wind and slightly of smoke.

“I don’t want you to stay away from me either.” I say, tracing a random shape on his chest with my forefinger.

He speaks again. “I want to be with you. I know we don’t have the most traditional of relationships but I really like you Y/n. I wish we could go back and redo this whole thing.”

I smile at him softly, shying away from the intensity of his gaze.

“You know how in class today Adrian told us how children of Athena never make rash decisions?” I whisper, finding his gaze again.

“Yeah?” he urges me on, his lips brushing against mine faintly.

“Everything I did in our relationship I thought about and pondered over 100 times until I knew it was the right decision to make. Nothing you or I did was a mistake to me.”

“Does that mean..?” He doesn’t finish his sentence. My hands move on their own accord to thread their way through his dark hair.

“I like how you make me feel.” I press a kiss to his lips and pull back to speak again. “I like how for once I’ve found someone who see’s me for more then just a bookworm. I’m just Y/n, not daughter of Athena.”

He grins, his hazel eyes twinkling in the orange light emitting from the fireplace.

“I like how you make me feel like more then just a hotheaded fireball.”

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Voltage Inc. Developer Interview – Pt. 3

It’s here! Pt. 3 of our interview with the talented M-san!

What went into Irresistible Mistakes’ development? What stories did she find particularly challenging to make? How does she feel about Scorpio and Zyglavis taking the top two spots during the Fans’ Choice Awards?!

The answers are right here, fans!

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Pt. 1 can be found HERE and Pt. 2 can be found HERE

Scorpio contemplates life as he watches the Tokyo sunset from the office window…

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Fix It (Jelly Legs, Pt. II) – Michael Mell x Heere!Reader

Author’s Note: Part One Here! I would like to say that I’m surprised at the angsty-ish turn this took like,,, that was not my plan. But I think y’all will like it.

Pairing: Michael Mell x Heere!Reader;

Request: not specifically reqquested but that anon did ask for more michael stuff so here i am;

Word Count: 2211;

TW: swearing as usual;


Originally posted by evansmurphy

“Look, it’s not what you’re thinking, Jer.” Was the first thing any of you said after a tense moment. Michael looked at his best friend with caution, both hands in front of his body. That had been a specially unlucky statement, for it was probably exactly what Jeremy was thinking. Jeremy crossed his arms and shook his head.

“It’s exactly what I’m thinking, Michael!”

“We were just – ”

“Just what?” Jeremy interrupted him. “Come on, finish that sentence. I wanna hear it.”

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ryuu zaou + tvtropes

ladylilyanne  asked:

Happy belated birthday! I'm pretty sure at this point Tumblr ate the ask I sent two weeks ago, so here it is again. Qui-Gon as a Force Ghost watches over the terrible tragedy that is Obi-Wan's life and regrets. He wakes up one day to find himself in the past (Probably before Bandomeer, but any time before Naboo is good) and immediately latches onto Obi-Wan. Like clings to the poor kid and refuses to let him out of his sight and doesn't screw up like he did before. Thank you for all your work! ^^

Obi-Wan is quietly patching a hole in his robe, his hand shaking ever so slightly and Qui-Gon can’t help but stare at the man his former padawan has become.

‘Force…he’s barely hitting forty five but he looks…he looks older then I did when I died..’ The ghost glanced at the shaking hands and then knelt down in front of the man, looking up at the wrinkled and tired looking face.

‘I made a mess of your life my Padawan. I left to many things unsaid and did to many things to shape your personality for the worse.’ He reached out to brush the others face with his hands, sighing when they passed through the skin.

His padawan hesitated a moment, as if he had felt something then continued his mending work of the old robe he wore to keep the sand out of his clothes.

Not that it was possible.

Anakin had been right about that. Sand got everywhere.

‘I wish…I wish I could redo it all my dearest child.’

The Force rose up in answer and both Jedi jerked to in shock and surprise as it seemed to answer Qui-Gon’s wish.

“Qui-Gon?” Obi-Wan rose in surprise, looking around with a sheen of desperation in his eyes.

Qui-Gon would have answered.

If it had not been for the Force sweeping him away, taking him apart and remaking him.

And when he opened his eyes again, he was staring up at the ceiling of the Halls of healing, the hand of a healer on his chest as he blinked slowly.

Words came hard to him and he struggled to get them out as he looked around, taking note of what he’d call a pale Yoda at the doors. “Ugh?”

“Calm you should be, a massive trauma you’ve had.” The old troll offered sharply.

“Master Yoda, please.”

The old Jedi grunted but quieted down, watching from his hover chair as the healer continued working on Qui-Gon.

“Yoda, I heard Qui-Gon col-Qui-Gon!” Mace almost fell through the door and stared at his much to pale friend as he was carefully helped to sit up. “So its true?”

“Collapsed while walking with me he did, reasons for it I do not know.”

“Best we can say is that the Force seemed to sweep him under though for wha-” Whatever the healer was about to say was never discovered because Qui-Gon suddenly jerked of the bed, almost falling over. “Obi-Wan!” He gasped.

And then he promptly went to his knees in a fit of dizziness that had the world bouncing around.

“Qui-Gon, careful!” Mace was there, helping the tall man up carefully. “Sith spit, take a few moments, breath!”

Yoda however had caught onto what the other had gasped.

“Initiate Kenobi?”

Qui-Gon, leaning heavily on the Korun, looked to Yoda. “Initiate? I…what…Force.” Qui-Gon swallowed and tried to pull his mind together. “…He’s still an Initiate?” He managed to question if a bit gruffly.

“Ages out in a month he will…” Yoda narrowed his eyes a bit. “Knew Kenobi you did not, yet now you seem to.”

“The Force…” Qui-Gon swallowed before jerking his way out of Mace arms. “I need to go find Obi-Wan.”

“You are going nowhere Master Jinn!”

()()()

His Master was a strange man.

Don’t get Obi-Wan wrong, he loved the man, he was a good teacher, a fabulous teacher who made sure Obi-Wan ate, made tea and explained concepts that sometimes went a bit over Obi-Wan’s head. But he was also an odd man who would sometimes stare at Obi-Wan as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing and then there the times when Master Qui-Gon would just pull him into his lap and hold him tightly, rubbing his hand through Obi-Wan’s short spikes.

But…odd as it was…it felt nice.

Qui-Gon Jinn had the best hugs.

Warm with arms that could wrap entirely around Obi-Wan’s frame and smelled of tea and herb soap.

He was getting used to those hugs.

Those hugs were some of the best Obi-Wan had ever gotten because of how tightly the other man would hold him. He had honestly fallen asleep in those and woken up to find himself tucked into bed, wrapped in a blanket with his boots at his bedside and a glass of water by his bed.

It made him feel fuzzy and warm.

Someone cared about him.

Love Dispute (Jinyoung)

Originally posted by umma-jy

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1,057

Request: Can I get an angst with Jinyoung from got7? Where you guys got in an argument and he said something that made you leave? Please make it a happy ending. Thank you!!! @jiminnieseyesmile

a/n: I’m so sorry for how long this took, I hope you enjoy reading it!~Joy


Jinyoung had been very distant lately and you were getting very concerned, he would barely visit you, let alone text you. You were starting to get worried when he wouldn’t reply to your text messages and you didn’t know what to do when he wouldn’t pick up the phone. You decided to visit the dorms just in case Jinyoung was hurt and didn’t want you to be worried. A little part of you hoped that was the case but inside you knew something was up.

You knocked on the dorm door and Jaebum opened the door, “y/n? What’s up?” Jaebum asked as you smiled.

“Nothing much, I just came to visit and to see if Jinyoung is okay, is he here?” You asked as Jaebum smiled and nodded. He led you to Jinyoung and you noticed that he was perfectly fine and was just reading a book. You smiled and sighed with relief to see he was fine, Jinyoung put down his book and his eyes widened.

“Y/n? When did you get here?” Jinyoung asked as you smiled, he didn’t smile back.

“I came to check if everything was alright since you weren’t answering my messages I thought you had gotten hurt or something.” You laughed as Jinyoung just rolled his eyes.

“Wow, so I can’t even have a week to myself without you barging in and thinking that my whole life revolves around you…” Jinyoung scoffed as your smile dropped.

“Jinyoung, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, I just was worried. You should have said something if you wanted a week of silence.” You answered softly as Jinyoung groaned.

“You’re not my mom, take a hint when I don’t answer your texts,” Jinyoung muttered.

“I never said I was your mom, stop acting like a child.”  You advised as Jinyoung rolled his eyes again.

“Whatever, I’m not the child here, you are.” Jinyoung starts as your eyes widen and you cross your arms together. “I’m sick and tired of always dealing with you, I sometimes wish I could go back in time and make sure we never dated.” After that came out Jinyoung immediately realised his mistake, “Y/n, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to say that.” Tears were flowing out of your eyes and you were starting to build up enough courage to speak without hesitation.

“Fine, if that’s what you want, I’ll go. We’re over.” You finally shouted as Jinyoung tried to stop you from leaving, heading to the door to block you from leaving.

“I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean for that to slip out,” Jinyoung confessed as you rolled your eyes, wiping your tears away.

“Clearly you meant something along the lines, I won’t bother you anymore, I’m out.” You glared as Jinyoung wouldn’t budge from the door. “Jinyoung, don’t make it any harder than it needs to be, this is for the best, I also think we weren’t meant to be.” You confessed although you stopped crying you were broken on the inside, pushing Jinyoung from the door you left the house, leaving a crying Jinyoung.


Jinyoung was laying on the couch, looking at the ceiling when Jaebum walks in. “Hey man, what’s wrong?” Jaebum asked as Jinyoung groaned.

“I was being stupid and I yelled at y/n and said some mean shit and we broke up,” Jinyoung answered, Jaebum gave him a look of sympathy.

“Why were you guys fighting?” Jaebum asked as Jinyoung rolled over and put his head on his pillow before groaning loudly.

“I wanted to have a week of silence due to all the stress but all y/n was doing was trying to text me and call me, I got annoyed and I just muted her, she came to check on me because she thought I was hurt but instead of me being happy she cared I got angry and told her I wish that we never dated,” Jinyoung explains as he wipes his tears, Jaebum sighs.

“I wish I could help but that seems pretty tough, maybe try going to her place tomorrow with flowers and chocolate or something,” Jaebum suggests, as Jinyoung nods.

“I’ll try that,” Jinyoung grins “thanks again for the advice.”

“Anything for my best friend.” Jaebum grins back as he pats Jinyoung on the back and heads out of the room.


You were back at home and the first thing you did was start crying again, you couldn’t believe that you said that to Jinyoung, you regretted calling it off. You assumed Jinyoung was stressed and that’s why he was acting like that but you didn’t know you were going to get so affected by his harsh words, you saw Jinyoung’s face and knew he was about to cry but you didn’t want to seem weak.

‘I’ll go over tomorrow to apologize’ You thought to yourself before heading to bed.


Jinyoung headed to your apartment, knocking on the door with flowers in one hand and candy that you liked in the other he was fully ready to apologize for yelling at you. You opened your door, eyes widen as you smiled. “Jinyoung? I was about to head over” you smiled as Jinyoung sighed in relief.

“Look y/n, I want to say sorry for everything I said last night, I was stress and I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I wish I could redo last night and treat you like you deserve to be treated, with respect.” Jinyoung confesses as you smile.

“I should have given you space, I just knew that you were stress and thought you needed time with your girlfriend, I’m sorry if I made it sound like I was too pushy.” You confessed as well, Jinyoung smiled as he handed you the flowers.

“I brought you flowers and candy, I hope you like them.” Jinyoung grinned, as he handed you the candy.

“I was actually gonna bring you these cookies that I baked as a peace offering” You joked as Jinyoung laughed, “you wanna come in? We can watch some movies and eat the candy and cookies?” You offered as Jinyoung nodded.

“I would love to,” Jinyoung smiled as he headed in, “y/n?” Jinyoung asked as you turned around.

“Yes, Jinyoung?” You asked.

“I love you” He answered, smiling brightly.

“I love you too” You answered back, leaning in to kiss him.

anonymous asked:

Honestly same, I hate that Hanzo is neglected by Blizzard and wrongfully hated by most of the fandom. As a Japanese person with actual cultural and historical knowledge of Japan, it kind of freaking hurts when such a tragic and high-potential character like him is left for the dogs.

For what we have, Hanzo is a really good, complex character with a lot of potential that I just wish that Blizzard would fucking acknowledge; he could have an amazing healing/redemption arc if they could just get to it. I mean, we got the tiniest glimpse at the new Hanzo in Reflections, but how long now will it be before we get any more content for him? For whatever reason it takes them god damn ages to crank out any lore, when even then it’s only in their 10 page comics at best. The fact that they dropped First Strike to redo it only pushes back the possibility to focus on other characters besides the original Overwatch team even more.

I’m not even overly interested in the news drop next week about King’s Row seven years ago; it appears to be more Tracer stuff.

They neglect Hanzo so fucking badly that out of all the events he only has one thing unique to him; his Demon skin. I don’t count the RIP pose or event voice lines since those go to everyone. Can you believe Bastion has six things? (x

Even so, that only covers Blizzard’s half of it, like- the fandom gives Hanzo such a bad rap because??? A friend of mine (@bewvitched) not too long ago had people giving her shit for saying Hanzo deserves better. They said something along the lines of, ‘He killed Genji, so no, he doesn’t deserve redemption etc etc. 

Like, what the fuck? I don’t even- Just, I don’t wanna go down the many roads of wrongness there. In general, I’m just so tired™ of people legitimately bashing on him.

In summary, I love Hanzo Shimada. I’d die defending him. But also, Blizz needs to deliver him an event fuckin’ soon.

Thoughts on sailor moon crystal dream arc

Sooooooo I’m not too happy with today’s news. Not because I am not for the next arc being two movies, but because this furthers the narrative of inconsistency that Toei has been laying since season 3 of crystal was announced. Let me explain: SEASON 1 is announced, and it is my full belief that they had only intended to do the first arc in 26 episodes and pad them out. They had said they intended to add things the manga only touched on and things Naoko didn’t have time to explore more. We see a little bit of that with the rushed senshiXshitenou romance, but I’m sure there would have been more (more on silver millennium, beryl, sailor v, etc) had they gone with this original route. Then they quickly realized that the work load was too much and decided to go for a 1 for 1 with the manga. Okay cool, 26 episodes, 26 acts. Perfect. Season 2? Nothing said about a season 2. PHASE 2. Okay. Not going to make them seasons. Whatever. SEASON 3 announced. Shorter “season” but basically following the ground work laid down mid way through the first season: 1 for 1. COMPLETELY different style. Not even keeping an ounce of the original two arcs style. Okay, I understand, it’s easier to animate, but again it adds to the inconsistency. I loved season 3 and it had some amazingly beautiful animation, but I wish they had just refined season ½’s style so the differences wouldn’t be so jarring. After months and months of waiting we finally get this announcement of a two part movie for the dream arc and I honestly feel like I have whiplash. I LOVE the idea of being movies instead of full seasons, but they should of done so to start with. @sailorcrisis and I were planning on redoing the first arc as a 3 part movie, which could of worked really nicely. And that format could lend itself to the manga better since things are more condensed. You could be faithful to the manga and have a little room for padding things out. But no. Instead we get two seasons for one, a third season that is shorter with better animation, but a less refined style. And now a two part movie for a fourth season. With no visuals mind you. COME ON. We keep being dicked around with this series and it’s honestly not cool. Sailor Moon is one of the most legendary animes of all time. It deserves better treatment and more thought out into it. I’m sure I’ll love the movies, because I’ve loved all the sailor moon crystal stuff (regardless of complaints) but I really hoped for more from it. End of rant

so everyone is talking about their imaginary studios;

and i wanted to share with you my own personal story, that will probably turn into a ten page essay. but i want to prove to you all that if you believe in something, and in yourself, you can achieve it.

okay boys and girls, grab your refreshing beverages and get comfy because today i am going to be sharing with you the development of my (semi) imaginary dance studio history

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Forgive Me

Jon: we never should’ve left Winterfell 

Sansa: don’t you wish we could go back to the day we left? 

Jon: how could we know

Jon: we were children 

Jon: *smiling* you were occasionally awful… I’m sure i can’t have been much fun, always sulking in the corner while the rest of you played. 

Sansa: *laughs softly*

Jon: there’s nothing to forgive 

Jon: alright, alright I forgive you

((OOC: when you can’t think of a thread idea but really want to play around with a character so you just redo a scene… I promise there is some GOT stuff in the pipeline though *stares meaningfully at @manseyfuls-patronus and your beautifully cruel mind*))

eene-fangirl  asked:

What are your top 3 favorite Edd moments and why?

My top 2 favorite scenes are, unsurprisingly, from Big Picture Show, and both draw connections between the anger and sadness at the foundation of the relationship between Edd and his parents and Edd and his friends:

Even though I’m all about Eddy’s story in the movie, I feel like the visuals and sound design fell pretty short for him.  A little too much of the emotion in Eddy’s story is left to the audience’s imagination, and not enough of it is put into the camera angles and color schemes.  This is not the case with Edd, who has these fantastic emotional-rollercoaster scenes directed meticulously, of course, by Raven Molisee. Despite lacking the meat of his story in the movie (reliving getting kicked out of his old town for the dodgeball incident), Edd’s scenes are so engaging that they carry most of the movie for me.

From shrinking and crumpling into tears to furiously scribbling and performing all manner of anxious gestures, this scene is loaded with the type of visual storytelling that make me wish EEnE could have a chance to redo the movie theatrically.  Edd’s confession letter is also such a dark concept and it makes my mind run wild with the repercussions it may have had when his parents found all of these half-written messages. I can only imagine they interpreted it as a suicide note, and I remember hearing that this was one of few scenes CN gave notes on because they were worried it seemed like Edd had killed somebody.

By the swamp scene, the budget has lowered so there isn’t as much shading and color direction, but Raven’s storyboards are so detailed, no moment of Edd’s cathartic rant goes undersold.  My favorite part is “EXCUSE MY SINCERITY FOR THINKING I HAD LOST THE ONLY TWO PEOPLE I HAVE LEFT IN THIS WORLD” because it always feels like an admission that Edd has given up on his parents.

I have less to say about my two other scenes… Pretty much all of ‘A Fistful of Ed’ is my favorite Edd story, and I’m sure I’ll go over the emotional resonance of this episode repetitively this month, but I’ll pick the botanical garden scene in particular because its color direction is on par with the first BPS scene I described:

Finally, I wanted to pick one pre-digital era bonus scene.  This scene in ‘Run For Your Ed’, where Edd silently locks the Kankers out of his house and turns away from the door before panicking, KILLS me every time.  Edd has tons of funny little moments like this and it took me a really long time to pick just one, but I have to go with this scene because season 4 was far from my favorite season, especially for Edd, so it stands out as a moment where this era of Edd managed to steal the show for me.

Other favorite tidbits I considered include the static electricity lesson in ‘Every Which Way But Ed’, his adrenaline in ‘Know It All Ed’, 88 Fingers Eddward in ‘Avast Ye Eds’, “a tad peckish” and “a stubborn lid, this” from BPS, and Edd turning Eddy’s home movie into an art film throughout ‘An Ed is Born’.

Let Her Go // H.S.

Harry’s P.O.V

I don’t think you fully know what you have till it’s gone. Especially when it your fault their gone. My heart rips each time I think of her. Each time someone mentions he’s. Each time I examine the old pictures snapped by a sneaky paparazzi of us, holding hands, the lights catching in her wavy hair and glittering in her eyes. My mum once said her eyes were even brighter than mine. I see that now.

The other day, while making my bed, I found one of her quirky tube socks. It was rainbow colored. Striped. She loved them. She wore them religiously, ever since her friend got bullied for being gay. I wonder if she’s still terrified of cats, automatically leaving the room as soon as my cat, Dusty, slinked in. I wonder if she still listens to tour music before she shuts her eyes at night. I wonder if she moved on. I wonder if she still loves me

The door to my room opens and clicks shut, someone sits on my bed. My back is turned to them, and I shut the lid to my laptop. I’m positive its Gemma, and I’m just as sure that she doesn’t want to watch me down in a sea of nostalgia and regret like I’ve been doing for the past 2 months.

“You ok H?” Gemma asks from her spot on my bed. The same bed y/n would lie next to me in while we listened to oldie albums and talked about aliens and dinosaurs and zombies. I can’t think of impossible things anymore. Well I can think of one- getting the chance to go back in time and change what I did. I wish I had a redo button.

“No I’m not ok,” I answer, my voice muffled by my hands. “I miss her. I’m so stupid. When people say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, they had a really good point.”

Silence. I think I can even hear the gears turning in Gemma’s head as she struggles to figure out what to say. Or maybe I’m going insane. That could very well explain why I took her heart  and mangled it in my hands. along with my own. The absence of a properly functioning brain.

“You should talk to her” she suggest quietly. As if the slightest increase in volume could shatter me into a million shards of Harry. I might as well glue a “CAUTION BREAKABLE” sign on my head. “Go find her. Call her up or something. It’s depressing to see you mope around. You didn’t leave things right between you two. Go fix it. Or at least make it better.

“It’s not simple” I groan, pulling at my curls in frustration. Mainly because, part of my brain actually believed tracking her down and apologizing for what happened could work. I failed to believe I could risk seeing her in hand with someone else without falling apart. Or worse, not finding her at all.

“Why not? You said you miss her,” the bed creaks and her hand places my phone in the desk next to my laptop. On the screen, Gemma pulled up her number. Her name on the screen mocks me. Torture my heart mercilessly. We used to talk on the phone for hours. She always had a terrible habit of nodding while on the phone, as if I could see her, I want to see her.

The air in the room is too thick and I can’t breathe. Grabbing my phone, I stalk out in to the late April breeze. Outside my house, I stop for a second to stare at her name on my phone again. My thumbs hit ‘Call’ without my permission. I swear at myself, then press the phone to my ear.

Dial tone, Dial tone, Dial tone, Dial tone. “I’m sorry but the number you wish to concoct to is no longer serviceable. Please retype the number and try again.”

I’m numb. I don’t feel my feet carry me down the road of Holmes Chapel. I don’t hear fans calling my name. Instead I stumble on, blind, deaf, mute, and entirely numb. Feeling this disappointed is dangerous.

I don’t realize I’m standing at the edge of the pond until I’m there, gazing out at the murky water with its moss and lily pads floating delicately on top. I bet its a hard job. To remain floating no matter what pushes you down. Unless you’re equipped to float despite the circumstances.

What am I talking about?

On the other end of the pond, a girl is hugging her legs to her chest, watching the pond just as closely as I had her. Her hair cascaded down her back in messy waves. The light catches her eyes. I almost stop breathing.

With every step I take, I remember the time we would visit this pond, our safe haven, skipping rocks or climbing trees that surround it. For a girl who trips over her own feet, she scaled trees gracefully and nimbly. Trees always fascinated her. According to her, I reminded her of them, reaching higher and higher to better things in life. Apparently, I don’t know when to stop reaching.

I stop 3 years away from her. I can’t do it. I am a coward. She hates me. I’ll say hi or something stupid and the she rattles off the long list of horrible things I did to her that day. And I’ll break.

I absently kicked a rock and it rolled into the pond, producing ripples. One movement resulting in many more, many more. Her trance broke. A pair of eyes meet mine and my chest burst into flames as her lips form a perfect ‘O’. Her bright yellow shorts dirty from sitting on the ground.

She isn’t smiling. Neither am I.

“What are you doing her? she asks so quietly, the chirping of the birds nearly over power her voice.

Shoving her hands into my pockets, I decide to tell the truth. “I… uhhhh.. don’t really know. I just… came here” I step closer hesitantly. She doesn’t protest. Although she appears wary, she does quite the opposite.

“You can sit down” she says. So I do. And we stare at each other, memorizing our faces just in case this never happens again. Last time I saw her, she was in tears, her face blotchy from sobbing. Not only had I made a girl cry, I made her sob, and she wasn’t the crying type.

My mouth opens up without my consent. “I’ve been thinking about what life would be like if we could have a redo button. That way when we screw up, we can just redo it, so it’ll never happen again. The ugly scars would be gone for good. Life would be much easier.”

“Typical Harry, always wanting the easy way out.” Her words stung and she knows it. She takes a deep breath. “Look, we need mistakes to learn if we hit a redo button, that’s like getting off for free and pretending everything’s okay when it’s not” she glanced up and I’m lost. Eyes this beautiful can’t be real. But they are.

“How about this then,” I start, her eyes filling me with strength to say what I should’ve said from the start. “Bringing that girl Home was the worst mistake of my life. And saying that you weren’t good enough and saying that I needed to get away from you was equally bad. I’ve been regretting it everyday since then. All I can ever do is remember the good times we had and all the reasons I love you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted and needed. If anything, you’re too good for me. I still have your socks. I sleep with them. That’s how insane missing you has driven me. I can’t think without your name, or face or voice haunting me at night and I don’t think all the “I’m sorry” can fix what I did to you.”

Somehow our bodies are closer, almost touching. The entire countryside of Cheshire is silent, holding its breath for her response. A train of thought is chugging through her brain on a windy, precarious track. Caution in mandatory.

 Meanwhile, I’m teetering on the edge of a cliff, hoping she’d forgive me. She thought fully traces stick people into the dirt with a stick. A slight gust of wind dances through, causing the trees to whisper their encouragement. She closes her eyes and listens to their voices and after an agonizing silence, she opens them. And smiles at me.

 “You’re not easy to stay mad at Styles,” she admits, and laughs weakly. The wind blows strands of her hair into her eyes and she scrunches her face the way she does when she’s annoyed. I brush it away and she stares up at me. And I’m staring back. And those stupid little butterflies I get whenever I’m around her come back. Before I know it, we’re both leaning in ever so slowly. My hands lift up to caress her face and she places her smaller ones over mine. My lips just barely graze hers. She shakes her head and whispers “I can’t do this.” 

I slid my lips down to her neck instead. Her pulse is racing, just like mine. “Why not” I whispered back. Again I don’t know why we’re whispering, but we do.

“I’m not ready to be in a relationship with you again Harry. Maybe I will sooner or later, but not know.” My hopes are falling from the high place I put them. How stupid I was to think an apology could make everything better again. I guess life doesn’t work that way.

 I remove my lips from the skin on her neck and she uses her tiny fingers to life my head back up, to where she can fully see me. She twirls one of my curls around her index finger like she used to and I feel a little more at ease. 

“That doesn’t mean I don’t love you” she says as reassurance. I grinned wide, flashing my dimples. She poked them and laugh. She still loves me, y/n still loves me. 

“Then I’ll wait,” I decide, laying down on the ground. She lies next to me at a friendly distance. “Because I’ll do anything to make you happy” 

So we lied there, talking about used-to-be’s while watching frogs leap from one lily pad to another. Not one sank.

There are so many words I have to say to you. 

Will you listen? Would you tune me out? Or would you rather not listen at all?

I wonder how hurt you are because of me. I wonder if you know how deeply hurt I am because of you. 

When I come across your mind–what do you see? How do you feel? Do you ever wish you could go back and redo it all?

I weep at the thought of never getting closure from you. After all of the shit you have pulled–is opening up even an option for you?

You try so hard to cover your weaknesses but you end up highlighting all of them instead. 

I wonder who you were before I entered your life. What happened to you?

I love the polyruses fam, I do, and I love the blog, but I honestly wish I could like somehow refreshen the story for me, I put a lot of work into it, I don’t wanna retcon the whole thing, especially if it’s gonna result in me just redoing the things I previously did like a reboot which, I just don’t have the patience for nor do I feel it’d be all that fun to give the same story back over to followers.

I wish I could honestly just start fresh with a newer setting than I did before and go from there, I don’t wanna lose the slice of life formula exactly, and maybe I’d throw concepts in again like before, but I’d wanna do things up differently, like have Ash be there from the start and maybe stick around with some plots longer.

A change in setting would be one thing, but like I would want something more to go with it………

this is a really weird idea to pop in mind when brainstorming, but… What if I added a more adventurous spin? Like a little more actiony?

That sounds, so dumb, but like I am kinda still considering it cause I’ve honestly thought about it before in a different sense….

Wishes Part 4

Part 3

Genre: Angst, Fluff
Words: 1,608
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: Violence
Summary: Life has turned miserable for you in only a week, and your captain is partially to blame.


“Walk.” Bradley pushed at him with the gun right after taking Steve’s communications device out of his ear and crushing it on the ground. His voice barely registered in Steve’s mind. It was alarming, actually, how he couldn’t pull into his training in that moment. His mind had shut out any possibility of defending himself, focusing solely on the image of your body lying still on the concrete floor, the eruption of the gunshot echoing in his ears. He could hardly comprehend what had just happened, the sudden action taking him off guard and sending him into a state of shock. He felt he was in a nightmare.

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I love Provenza’s opening line of the episode.
“85 degrees in December. Sykes why am I not sitting in front of my air conditioner." 

Not only is he complaining. I mean what else is new? But that their in the middle of a heat wave. Also that it’s December and that means it’s getting close to Christmas. Which the holiday season is a big deal with the MC crew and as we later learn with Sharon as well. I personally love seeing the squad room being decked out in Christmas decorations.

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High school

I wish I could go back to freshman year
Redo somethings in high school
The time went by to quick, my dear
Have fun and be a fool
Even though I got suspended
For a little leaf
School was the best thing I ever attended
Although it gave me some grief
I’d go back in a heartbeat
To relive the memories
The struggle of finding the best seat
Writing down summaries;
To the books I never read
Getting into trouble with my goons
Stayed up late and never went to bed
Have the greatest time because graduation looms.
T. James

some days i seriously wish i could go back to my tatinof show. or maybe not go back to the actual day but redo it as if it were happening right now.

back then, i had no phandom friends (besides my irl bff and her lil sis and cousin) and now i have a TON of you guys.

i wonder if i would see anything differently now that i spend much of my life on tumblr (my time was quite limited then).

i wonder if the fanfiction part would’ve stood out to me any more now that i write it myself.

i wonder if i would’ve been able to meet any of you all, if we would’ve screamed and danced around in line as we waited to see the two guys who had brought endless wonder and joy to our lives, and in some cases (like mine), maybe even changed them completely.

i just….i dunno, man. it really makes you think, doesn’t it?