i would have made the same choice!

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1. What have you eaten today?
2. Who was your last kiss with? Was it pleasant?
3. What color shoes did you last wear?
4. Who has made you laugh the hardest in the last week?
5. What is your favorite scent?
6. What is your favorite season? Why?
7. Can you do a handstand or cartwheel?
8. What color are your nails?
9. If you had to get a tattoo on your face to save your life, what would it be?
10. What is something you find romantic?
11. Are you happy?
12. Is there anything in particular making you happy or sad?
13. Dogs or Cats?
15. Which do you prefer:a museum, a night club, the forest or a library?
15. What is your style?
16. If you could be doing anything you like right now, what would it be?
17. Are you in a relationship or single?
18. What makes you attracted to the person you like right now?
19. If you could replace your partner/best friend with a celebrity of your choice, would you? Who with?
20. Are you holding on to something you need to let go of? If so then what?
21. How did you celebrate last Halloween?
22. Have you recently made any big decisions?
23. Were you ever in a school play?
24. What movie would you use to describe your life?
25. Is there something you have dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?
26. Complete this sentence, “I wish I had someone with whom I could share…”
27. What are two things that irritate you about the same sex?
28. What are two things that irritate you about the opposite sex?
29. What is the best thing that has happened to you this week?
30. What is something that makes you sad when you think about it?
31. How long was your longest relationship?
32. Have you ever been in love?
33. Are you currently in love?
34. Why did your last relationship end?
35. What jewelry are you wearing right now, and where did you get it?
36. When was the last time you cried and why?
37. Name someone pretty.
38. What did you receive last Valentines Day?
39. Do you get jealous easily?
40. Have you ever been cheated on?
41. Do you trust your partner/best friend?
42. Ever had detention?
43. Would you rather live in the countryside or the city?
44. What do people call you?
45. What was the last book you read?
46. How big of a nerd/dork are you?
47. What kind of music do you listen to?
48. How tall are you?
49. Do you like kids?
50. Favorite fruits?
51. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?
52. What’s your earliest memory?
53. Ever had a poem or song written about you or to you?
54. Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
55. Do you have a collection of anything?
56. Do you save money or spend it?
57. What would your dream house be like?
58. What top 5 things make you the angriest?
59. What top 5 things always brings a smile to your face?
60. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?
61. 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?
62. Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.
63. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
64. Do you like the beach?
65. Ever sleep on the couch or a bed with someone special?
66. Do you have a middle name? If so what is it!
67. Do you talk to yourself?
68. Describe your hair.
69. What is the meaning of life.
70. What is your ideal partner like?
71. Do you want to get married?
72. Do you want to have kids?
73. Like or dislike your family?
74. Are you Chunky or Slim?
75. Would you consider yourself smart?
76. What would you change about your life?
77. Religious or Not?
78. You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?
79. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?
80. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?
81. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?
82. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?
83. Do you like when people play with your hair?
84. Do you like bubble baths?
85. Have you ever been pulled over by a cop?
86. Have you ever danced in the rain?
87. Do you trust anyone with your life?
88. What was your first thought when you woke up this morning?
89. If money wasn’t an issue, what top 10 places would you travel to? (You get to stay at each place for a week)
90. How was your day today?
91. Play an instrument?
92. Describe the what you think of the ocean.
93. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts?
94. Honestly, are things how you wanted them to be?
95. Do you have a mean bitchy scary side?
96. When are you vulnerable?
97. How much free time do you have?
98. Do you like to go hiking?
99. Odd or Even Numbers?
100. Would you ever go sky diving, bungee jumping , cliff diving, wing suit gliding, parasailing, snorkeling, or other extreme activities?

I think privilege of all types is best described as assuming that everyone has the ability to make the same choices that you made, and ignoring the fact that for some people those options don’t even exist.

“Why didn’t she just tell him no and push him away? As a man, I have the physical strength and inherent social respect from other men to expect to be safe at all times, I’m sure she would have gotten the exact same response as I would have if she had done what I would have done.”

“Why didn’t he just go to college? As a student in an affluent neighborhood, I had access to AP classes, extra-curriculars, and guidance counselors who helped me apply to schools, I’m sure he did, too.”

“Why didn’t he just comply with the police? He wouldn’t have been shot if he did everything right. As a white person, I’m given the benefit of the doubt by authority figures and not immediately pre-judged as a violent criminal because of my appearance, I’m sure those cops were afraid of him because he chose to be scary, not because of racism.”

“Why does she always take the elevator? It’s only one flight of stairs! As an able-bodied person, I’m capable of doing physical activities without fear of hurting myself or exacerbating health problems, and anyone who doesn’t have an immediately visible reason for doing less than I do must be lazy.”

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I discovered fandom in 2001, and fell down the rabbit hole. I landed hard. My life got busy in 2002 onwards, and I all but vanished from fannish life. I was well and truly out by the summer of 2010, but when a friend nudged me to watch this new show called Sherlock that had just aired, I did. I loved it. 

I loved the relationship between Sherlock and John. I loved what they’d done with Watson! He had depths! He was a man of action, but he was obviously made of coiled, unspoken emotion! So compelling, so many possibilities! The desire to dip into this nascent fandom was rearing its head. This time around, I knew what choice lay before me, and what its consequences were. Open that door, or not?

If it hadn’t been for the fact that I was one year post cancer treatment and facing another surgery to determine if I had a new round of treatment to endure, I think I would have closed that door. Fandom takes up a lot of time and energy. It can be deliriously fun and damagingly distracting at the same time. I had a surgery date. I wanted to be distracted. I opened the door.

I tried not to write anything. I love writing fanfiction, but I never plan to do it. When I write, it’s because I have to. It’s wonderful, but it consumes me completely, and who has times for that? Who choses to be so consumed?I read and read, I had my surgery, I read some more, I got good news regarding my health (yay!), and then, goddammit, I wrote something.

Something small, I thought that would be okay. I thought I could get away with it. Don’t write any novels this time. Just a little thing. Just scratch the itch.

The Progress of Sherlock Holmes is a novel-length story written by someone who was trying very hard to avoid writing a novel-length story. I was in denial about it being a novel-length story for the first half of it, easily. That damn story forced me to do something I’d decided never to do again, and I’m grateful for that.

I wrote it because I felt compelled to, even though it contains a characterization of Sherlock that few if any people wanted to read about. It’s in first person present tense, another decision few if any readers want a writer to make. I apologized for it a lot, but I had to write it. And I loved it. That story reminded me how much I love writing, and how happy writing makes me, and that’s not something I’ll soon forget again.

The voice in that story is so sticky that half the comments left on it are in the same voice. I had to work myself up to write in that voice every time I sat down to work on it, and I was never sure whether I was getting it consistently or not, even right up to the end. But afterwards it took me fully 6 months to stop writing in that damn voice.

Honestly, I have no idea why my difficult, weird, inappropriate on many levels attempt at a story, written after only 3 aired episodes of a show in 2010-11, received its 10,000th kudos today. That’s a variety of madness and kindness that I cannot explain. But I am grateful for it.

Thank you for being here when I needed you. Thank you for finding a place for a story that no one, including me, really wanted. Thank you.

Not everyone believes in the threefold law...

For example I don’t. So, please, friends, buddies, amigos…

Stop. Sending. Me. Messages. About. It.

I went through a LOT of fucked up shit and let me tell you: my abusers never got punished. My father, a good man that also was abused as a child, got cancer and died a slow painful death. Funny how the threefold laws only seem to apply to witches that try to fight back, uh?

When I’m punched, I will punch back, and I will curse when I have to. Sometimes my magic is glitter and bay leaves, but sometimes it’s gutter water and nails. It’s still my magic. It’s the same thing.

I respect people who don’t curse. It’s your right and I will NEVER question it. We’re different and we all have rules we abide by. I trust your intellect and I trust you to make the choice that’s best for you. It might not be the one I would have made but I’m not in your shoes so I have no right to criticize you.

I just demand the same respect.

I’m a grown ass adult, not a child one must scold and school. So to those wiccans that are sending me PMs and/or commenting on my post about cursing:

You can stuff your morality lessons right where the sun doesn’t shine along with your condescending attitude.

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Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if I’d bought that vase and made a home for it. Would that have changed things? Would I have been happy? Who can say? Even now, after all the pain and death and heartbreak that followed, I still would make the same choice.

Claire Beauchamp in every episode: Sassenach (season one, episode one)

“You used me. You let me believe you cared for me.”

“You would have preferred threats and coercion?” the antagonist replied. “I would have got what I needed from you either way, it merely seemed kinder to do it pleasantly and with the illusion of your free choice.” They studied the protagonist carefully, and took a step forward. “Nothing has to change, we’ve made a great team.” 

“But it’s all a lie!”

The antagonist closed the gap the rest of the way and cradled their head. “You couldn’t tell the difference. You thought I loved you - does it really matter if I actually do or don’t if it feels the same?” 

“Of course it matters - I - stop it. Stop talking. I need to think.” 

“And I need to know you’re not going to do something stupid if I let you do that, I would prefer this not to get violent.” They stroked the protagonist’s cheek. “But I need you on my side, here.”  

Business and Pleasure - Part 17

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,881

Warnings: Swearing, angst


Originally posted by captaincentenarian


In the weeks following, you had almost completely isolated yourself. You were now working from home, unable to find the motivation to drag yourself into the office. It wasn’t like you had to be there anyway. Your job mostly consisted of things that could easily be done remotely. Any time your team needed to consult with you, they just scheduled a conference call. Anyway, Steve kept you updated if there was anything you missed. That was one of the many bonuses of working with him.

You were still staying with Steve, but you preferred to spend most of your time in your room. You were suddenly thankful that he had ignored your advice and rented the two-bedroom apartment rather than the one bedroom that you had initially suggested. When he was at work, it was either Wanda or Steve’s friend Natasha who watched over you. You tried to insist that it was unnecessary, but none of them would listen. They usually left when Steve got home, and you would sit with him, eat dinner and watch whatever sports game or TV show Steve was watching, then excuse yourself to go to bed.

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i loved that episode omg and i covered most of it probably but

  • maze’s reaction to candy and then trying to be a friend to chloe (i can ship maze/candy right)
  • can candy stay
  • CANDY DECEIVED THE GODDESS OF ALL CREATION WHILE PRETENDING TO BE A DITZY BLONDE STRIPPER, RESPECT
  • linda’s face throughout that entire scene with them
  • F A K E  M A R R I E D  D E C K E R S T A R
  • CHLOE BEING ADDRESSED AS “MRS. MORNINGSTAR” TWICE AND MAKING A CRACK ABOUT THEIR SEX LIFE AND I JUST
  • F A K E  M A R R I E D  D E C K E R S T A R
  • this show is so self aware, they call out lucifer’s claim to be totally honest with chloe in the same episode where he is, with good intentions, actively deceiving her, as she says “i don’t know” when asked if he would lie to her
  • also the question all along after the revelation of chloe’s miracle status was “did she have a choice,” that is the exact thrust of the story and it is driving lucifer’s motivations to protect her from him if there was even the smallest chance she didn’t, and his self loathing ugggh
  • they made “crime solving devil” canon i still can’t even
  • (i’m also still deceased over the singing scene)
  • lucifer continues to make me want to slap his idiot face and then hug him, why must he be this way, i know why he is but
  • chloe also needs many hugs but
  • F A K E  M A R R I E D  D E C K E R S T A R
  • ella lopez is us, we are ella lopez since forever
  • DAN STANDING UP FOR LUCIFER EVEN AFTER LUCIFER HALF HEARTEDLY PRETENDS TO BE A SHRUBBERY AND ALSO MAKES OTHER POOR DECISIONS

oh and of course

F A K E  M A R R I E D  D E C K E R S T A R

“Aw, we aren’t strangers!” Fresh immediately interjected. “Ya seem pretty rad, lil broski, how’s about we be friends instead?”
Decans eyes widened even further, a small gasp slipping out. “R-really?” he blurted. At the confirming nod, the tiniest hints of a smile started to tug at the corners of his mouth. “I haven’t had a friend before.”’

Okay, so I seriously love the whole MCQ verse. It is so very fun to play with. Aaaaand I really have been meaning to get back into writing fanfiction, so welcome to Fresh Start! A MCQ AU where Geno, Error, and Fresh are all adults, and Decans, Asy, and Ink are three tiny little kids that end up running into them. Basically gratuitous domestic fluff because that is my weakness

You can read it here, under the cut, or you can read it on FF.net or AO3 ^^ Hope you enjoy!

MCQverse © @alainaprana
Geno, Error, Fresh © @loverofpiggies
Decans © @little-noko
Asy © @furgemancs
Ink © @comyet/ @myebi

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letsbehonestaboutmagic  asked:

The biggest issue I have with the banning of felidar is that it is either dishonest or inconsistent with things Wizards has said before. It has been said by Wizards repeatedly that one tournament, or one weekend, or one week is not a good measure of a format, that you have to give it time to adjust. So either the emergency ban was based on level of complaints and not data or you ignored your own rules about letting a format adjust. Either way, this is what hurts my confidence in magic

We made a decision. There was a large outcry from the audience. We then got some strong data pointing out that things weren’t likely going to get better. You would have more faith in us if we just let Standard be horrible for a large number of weeks?

Look, we made a mistake and as a result got ourself into a spot were there was no good answer, so we picked what we thought was the better answer of the choices we had.

I understand that mistakes like this shake the players’ faith in us. I don’t want you all interpreting me explaining why it happened for me dismissing the concern.

We messed up. We’re owning up to it and we’re trying to take steps to learn and ensure we don’t repeat the same mistakes. I promise you behind the scenes we’re taking serious action to change how we do things. (More info on this to come soon.)

Please just remember, due to our reaction time, these changes will take a while to get to all of you.

In short, we screwed up, we’re sorry. We’re working hard to regain your trust.

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Favorite Breaking Dawn Moments ( */👑)

“Rosalie grinned at me, and I was glad to see that the new comradeship between us was still there in her smile. I hadn’t been entirely sure it would last after Renesmee’s life was no longer tied to mine. But maybe we had fought together on the same side long enough that we would always be friends now. I’d finally made the same choice she would have if she’d been in my shoes. That seemed to have washed away her resentment for all my other choices”

Lying- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

Request: Hey! Love your writing! Could I have a Matthews imagine? Something about a fight? Thanks!!

Warnings: fighting, a swear word, and the leafs winning the Cup. 

Note: I really hope this is what you meant by fight. Also, I am super sorry that this took me a while, anon. :( 

Also, I am sorry if it gets slightly confusing, there are moments where it swithces from the reader’s thoughts to Auston’s. hopefully I made them clear though! 

Enjoy! 


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ExorJosh: Master Post

Until Dawn AU (Comic list and Summery)

List of ExorJosh comics & illustrations:

Comics:
[1 “Inconclusive”] [2 “Masked”] [3 What Happened] [4 “Sam”]
[5 Change Room”]  [6 “What’s that sound”] [7 “unknown symptom”]

Other UD Comics:
[siblings] [bromancy]

Illustrations: *some nsfw*
[At the Mall] [In the Morning] [Walk the line] [on the steering wheel][Josh’s Scar] [nostalgia] [kiss] [Warm Tea] [Chillin on sofa]

Other UD illustrations:

[Josh][some legends say] [Peck] [Ashely]

List of Fics (coming soon)

***This post will be updated every time I make a new ExorJosh posting. 


What is #ExorJosh:

ExorJosh is an Until Dawn head canon/AU that I came up with that is more of a possible post-game scenario .
It is continued after one of the canon ending where, Josh turns Wendigo.
In this scenario, Josh gets captured by a team of private investigators that was put together by Josh’s rich parents who are desperate to save their last surviving child.
Once he is captured, his parents put him through every possible medical treatments to ‘stabilize’ him thinking that he is suffering from some sort of a neurological illness in combination with an unknown viral infection that’s causing his physical deformity. This is because he already has a history of severe mental illness. However, when they run out of options with all the negative results, they resort to an exorcism. Not by a christian method but through a Native American method. They are able to come to this decision due to their high interest in, and past dealings with, Aboriginal culture(<-this is a canon) in combination with the word-by-word police report of Josh’s friends and from reading the dead-wendigo-hunter’s diary that was retrieved from the remains of the lodge basement.(by one of the investigators)
While it’s not for sure whether the exorcism fully rid Josh of wendigo spirit, it appears to be a success and Josh regains his consciousness. However, he is extremely weak from the months of deterioration/treatments and the physical deformity is clearly evident around his mouth and right eyelid. He gets the basic treatments (skin-graft, etc) to re-construct his right eyelid and to close the wide gap on his left cheek but he refuses to get any more cosmetic surgeries out of the guilt of causing so much medical expenses to his parents. (Evident  from his in-game dialogue that Josh is not just a spoiled rich boy but financially conscious enough)
Even after the exorcism, it takes a long time for Josh to recuperate physically and mentally and he has to stick to a specific diet and slew of medications.  Eventually, Josh’s mother contacts Chris and Chris is the first friend for Josh to re-unite with. Then, despite of Josh’s newly developed anxiety, Josh is able to re-unite with Sam as well with the support of Chris.


This is the base idea of ExorJosh. There are more related Ideas and awesome fics written by other lovely people that expand this scenario. So if you’re planing to write on #ExorJosh, You should check these out :)

[related idea/facts posting #1]  [Josh’s Mental health#1]  [Josh’s Mental health#2]


Logic Behind #ExorJosh:

In this section, I’ll expand on the logic behind this AU.
If there are any more questions, please ask me and I’ll add explanation to this part of the posting.  

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If you’re very invested and protective of any other 'Josh-survives’ scenarios, I DO NOT recommend you to read beyond this point. My intention is not to destroy someone else’s fandom branch but to explain why I came up with #ExorJosh the way I did to people who are interested.

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{{Some fluff, fluff, fluff for everyone!! And listen, I really want Maggie to have more friends, okay XD I hope you guys enjoy it ^^ @queercapwriting }}

There is a cop pouring herself a cup of coffee next to them, as they sit awkwardly on a bench in the precinct waiting for their brother to be released. They hear the cop make a disgusted noise as she takes a sip from her mug.

“Ooh! I was just about to tell you not to try that.” The teen hears another officer say, but he’s in uniform.

“Not fast enough, rookie!” Her tone is playful, and the teen notices that dimples appear on the detective’s cheeks.

“I’m about to do a coffee run, do you want anything?” The officer asks.

“A soy latte would be amazing.” The teenager notices the dimples again.

“That’s disgusting, Sawyer. I don’t know how Alex puts up with you…” He says jokingly, making Detective Sawyer playfully punch his shoulder.

“That’s because they love me, Johnson! Maybe one day you’ll find someone who puts up with your crappy tastes too.”

“I hope so, but not everyone is so lucky to find a girl-” His eyes widen, and he quickly corrects himself, “Not everybody is so lucky to find someone as amazing as Alex.” Rubbing the back of his neck, the officer says, “Sorry, Maggie.”

The kid feels like their heart racing inside their chest; had they heard that right?? Is this gorgeous detective dating someone who goes by the same pronouns as they do?? And had they really just heard the officer correct himself and apologize for his mistake?? Are they dreaming? They must be…“

“It’s alright, man. Sometimes slip-ups happen, but you corrected yourself, and I know you didn’t mean anything by it.” Maggie says softly.

Matt Johnson is a rookie who is quickly becoming good friends with Maggie. They have been getting closer since he starting going to the precinct’s LGBT+ meetings, and taking part in their outreach program along with Maggie.

“Thanks, Mags. Alex’s here, right? Can I get them anything?” Matt asks.

“They are questioning a suspect, yeah. Oh, you can ask them~” The teen notices Maggie smiling brightly, seemingly looking at someone.

Following her line of sight, the teenager sees this bad-ass, gorgeous-looking person smiling back at Maggie and Matt. ‘This can’t be the person the cops were talking about!’ The teen thinks, and they have to contain themselves not to squeal when Alex discreetly rubs small circles on Maggie’s back before pulling their hand back.

“Matt here is going to be a hero and do a coffee run. Want anything, Danvers?” Maggie asks with such a bright smile, and with such love in her eyes that the teen feels their cheeks flushing, and they are forced to look away, because they feel like they are intruding.

Johnson apparently feels the same way, because he groans, saying, “You two give me cavities…”

Alex scoffs, but they are blushing now. “A double-shot of espresso would be great.” They reply, noticing the teenager sitting next to them.

“That’s almost as bad as Sawyer’s soy latte. Almost.”

“Oh, get outta here already, rookie!” Maggie playfully swats at his shoulder, and Matt pretends to be hurt, wincing dramatically.

“You’re lucky I like Alex so much, Sawyer, otherwise I wouldn’t bring you your coffee.” He says with a smug smile, as he starts heading toward the exit.

“I think you meant how much you fear them!” Maggie shouts after him, and she is oblivious to how fast she makes the teen’s heart beat, because she said it out loud again. Them. And Alex is standing right there, looking all proud and comfortable in their own skin; and it makes the kid believe that maybe, just maybe they can grow up to be like this amazing person standing in front of them.

Oh, shit! Is Alex staring at them?

Alex crosses their arms over their chest, and gives the kid a small, tentative smile.

Crap! Yes, yes, they are!

The teenager becomes beet red, and promptly looks away, making Alex and Maggie share a knowing look.

“I have some paperwork to go through.” Maggie says, winking at Alex before walking back to her desk.

Alex casually sits next to the kid, and they both sit there kind of awkwardly stealing glances at each other for a few seconds before Alex asks, “What’s your name, kid?”

“Anna.” They reply in a heartbeat. “Shit! No, I mean, that’s my given name, but I prefer to go by McKenzie. My friends call me Mac, or Kenzie…either one is fine…”

Alex smiles softly, watching the kid squirm, and fidget with zipper on their jacket. “Nice to meet you, Mac. I’m Alex.” They offer their hand, and when the teen shakes it, Alex asks, “What are you doing here, Mac? Are you in any trouble?”

“No, no!!” Their eyes widen, and they hurry to explain, “I’m here for my brother. He got into some stupid fight at a bar, and he’s being released today.”

Alex frowns slightly. “And where are your parents?”

Mac starts fidgeting again, looking away from Alex. “It’s just me and him…”

“And is he good to you?”

The teenager chuckles a little, and nods. “Yeah. He isn’t the brightest, you know? Makes some questionable life choices from time to time, hence why I’m here right now, but he is trying his best.”

Alex doesn’t realize how tense they are until they feel their body relaxing at McKenzie’s answer. “Okay… Good.”

They fall silent again, but after a while, Alex hears Mac asking quietly, “How did you know it wasn’t a phase? That you really wanted to stick with they, them as your pronouns?”

Alex smiles softly, and they consider the question seriously before replying, “Well, when I was first coming to terms with my sexuality, I made that very same question about it, and a very smart, and insanely beautiful detective told me that it wasn’t a phase, that I deserve to be happy. So, when I started questioning my gender, I tried to keep that in mind, that no matter what, I had to do what would ultimately make me happy, and every time I hear someone referring to me as they or them, I get that weird, but really good feeling inside, you know? So I must have made the right choice.” Alex grins, and leans closer to the teen to stage-whisper, “Besides, every time I start doubting myself, that same gorgeous detective is there to knock some sense into me.”

And they both laugh when they hear Maggie going, “My ears are burning, Danvers!” But before Mac can ask anything else, they see their brother walking toward them.

“Anna!” He hugs them tightly. “I’m so sorry, okay? I promise this will never happen again.”

Alex gives Mac a questioning look at the name their brother used, and they just give Alex a small smile, shaking their head. “Some people need to go step by step…baby steps, at that!” Mac chuckles.

Alex notices that Mac doesn’t seem too bothered, and they look genuinely happy to be with their brother so they decide to let it go. “Here,” Alex says, taking a card from their wallet. “This is my number. Call me, or text me if you ever want to talk, okay?”

Mac’s eyes sparkle, and they forget all about their shyness, surprising Alex with a tight hug. “Thank you.” They whisper, before pulling back, and taking the card.

Maggie comes up to Alex, and they watch McKenzie walk away with their brother. “You did great, babe.” She whispers, resting a hand on Alex’s back.

Turning to look at Maggie, Alex grins, “Well, I do have a gorgeous detective that inspires me.”

“Oh,” Maggie scoffs playfully, “Shut up, Danvers!” And they both laugh, bumping shoulders lightly as they walk toward Matt who just arrived with their drinks.

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…Both Yennefer and Geralt prove in the earlier stages of their relationship more than in any other moment to be two broken characters in opposite ways. Because of their past, they both think that they would never find happiness. As much as Geralt thinks that since he is a witcher, he can’t love anybody because of his mutations and so he has nothing to offer Yen, Yennefer thinks that she can never be loved for who she really is and cannot offer anything in return to Geralt. And so when they meet, when they finally find someone to love, someone who would love them back, they don’t believe it, they are too afraid to believe it. But as far as the saga go, these self-destructives internal demons of theirs end up proving to be the precise fix for each other that will make them equal characters, and most of it is due to Ciri. Geralt learns from Yennefer that he is capable of feeling love, and, in turn, Yennefer equally learns from Geralt that she is capable of being loved. Geralt and Yennefer are partners in a way many fictional relationships don’t depict. After all, they are truly equals, and not opposite, who both learn from one another, plot with and sometimes against one another, and both grow together as characters in equally meaningful ways. They will learn to believe in their love for each over, they will learn that they can be happy. They will evolve, A LOT after admitting that. And they will face everything together. In my opinion, their love is the definition of true love, it is unconditional. It doesn’t matter if they screw up, it doesn’t matter if there is trouble. At the end of the day they will always have each other.

And this is the major reason why I hate all the Yen vs. Triss thing. It hurts the books at its core. The games took off all the meaning that Sapkowski spent his efforts ALONE to build it throughout SEVEN books, and overcame it just in the name of such a futile meaning in comparison as “roleplaying” and “personal choice”. For that, they bothered to elevate Triss’ characterization a lot, almost literally borrowing from book Yennefer as a caring mother, and reduced Yen’s characterization to the one from the first two books which matches a lot of the hate people usually and precipitately have on her, ignoring all her growth in the next books and making her look like a complete apathetic mother figure to Ciri in which she has less dialogue to her than in a single page of the books, or even worse, less than Skjall’s sister, who is voiced by the same voice actress of Yennefer. I don’t want to be harsh on CDPR, and I actually don’t blame them for leaving her out of the first two games and thus leaving more than enough room to increase Triss’s likelihood among players. But the one game she appears, they ought to have made justice to her, no matter how far it would end up affecting players’ choice and, what concerns me the most, readers’ appreciation of her character and therefore of the books themselves, for it’s all tied up in one major message that Sapkowski wanted to pass for us. The games have overcome and trivialized what Sapkowski wanted us to see as the definition of true love so that they could make roleplaying more important than that.

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jongin, 15.5k, kai of the kim brothers is about to fall in love for the very first time but rejection hits him first

warning: slight smut, mentions of violence and gang related activity, etc

“Maybe I’m not. Maybe every time I’m with you my heart beats really quickly and I can’t help but smile. Maybe when you leave me I’m back to the same old Kai who doesn’t know how to commit. Maybe I don’t know what love is, but you’re most definitely the person that’s come closest to being someone I love.”

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PotC: At World’s End  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Shoot him!”
  • “You’re mad.”
  • “Will you marry me?”
  • “And I owe them all money…”
  • “Gentlemen, hoist the colors!”
  • “Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!”
  • “You will listen to me! LISTEN!”
  • “I’m a little busy at the moment!”
  • “Think you can outrun the world?”
  • “I don’t think now’s the best time!”
  • “Keep telling yourself that, darling.”
  • “The world used to be a bigger place.”
  • “Sometimes things come back, mate.”
  • “It would never have worked between us.”
  • “World’s still the same. There’s just less in it.”
  • “Stow it! Both of you! That’s an order! Understand?”
  • “It’s always belonged to you. Will you keep it safe?”
  • “There’s not been a gathering like this in our lifetime.”
  • “Did no one come to save me just because they missed me?”
  • “You’ve seen it all, done it all. Survived. That’s the trick isn’t it? To survive?”
  • “Thank goodness for that, ‘cause if I wasn’t this would probably never work.”
  • “Now may be the only time! I love you. I’ve made my choice. What’s yours?”
  • “It’s not just about living forever… The trick is still living with yourself forever.”
  • “There’s never a guarantee of coming back. But passing on? That’s dead certain.”
  • “Shoot him and cut out his tongue, then shoot his tongue! And trim that scraggly beard!”
  • “You know the problem with being the last of anything? By and by there be none left at all.”
  • “Sorry. I just thought with the Captain issue in doubt, I’d throw my name in for consideration, sorry.”
  • “Why should I sail with any of you? Four of you have tried to kill me in the past… one of you succeeded.”
  • “And what the enemy will see: they will see the flash of our cannons, and they will hear the ringing of our swords, and they will know what we can do!”
Morning After - GRAY

Originally posted by alittlepessimistic


 Alcohol running through her body, her heart beating to the rhythm of whatever song the DJ was playing, body moving on its own, and a pair of eyes watching her every move with hunger and a trail of jealousy. Soon enough, plump lips were attached to hers, kissing her feverishly and sucking the breath out of her lungs, then moving down to her neck to bring out of her lips sweet and tormented moans, which he always longed to hear from her, but never had the chance to.

 The stranger’s lips were still attached to her collarbone as they made their way stumbling into a bedroom which was unknown to her, this being her smallest problem at the moment. The room soon got filled with their hot, pleasure-filled moans and groans echoing throughout his bedroom. 


 In the morning she was woken up by the feeling of unbearable hotness. Opening her eyes, she couldn’t recognize the room she was in. Looking carefully around the room, tightly holding the duvet to her chest, her eyes finally landing on a photograph on the bedside table next to her, eyes going wide in shock as she recognized the man next to a beautiful, long-haired woman. On the second picture, the same couple was kissing. Her heart broke to thousands of pieces as memories from the previous night crept into her mind, remembering how the man from those pictures held her, kissed her, how he made her feel, how he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, and how they made passionate love just a few hours prior. 

 She buried her face in her palms as memories from her teenage years came back and the feelings she had had for the man who was still sleeping beside her in the king-sized bed, the same man she had been in love with for several years, the man who had stolen her first kiss then a week after he had announced his relationship with some other girl. It took her quite some time to get over him. Just how did she end up in his bed? 

 Not wanting to be caught by him in his apartment when he wakes up, she slowly got out of his bed, gathered her clothes, got dressed up, and after opening some doors she found the bathroom. Splashing cold water on her face, she looked into the mirror. Her reflection was all but joyous. Dark circles under her eyes threatened to flood her face (which was contorted because of her broken heart) with salty tears. 

 As she was about to leave the bathroom her eyes caught the sight of a sticky note on the side of the mirror:   

  I won’t see you ‘till the wedding ceremony on Saturday. I can’t wait to become your wifey. Love you!

The traces of her lips coated with red lipstick on the right down side of the note made her hate red lipstick even more than she already did.

 She felt like her insides were on fire, she had to get out of that apartment, she felt suffocated in there. She couldn’t look into his eyes, actually, she couldn’t look anyone in the eye in that moment. She felt dirty, like a whore. How could she sleep with a man who was about to get married in a few days? Why was life punishing her like this? Whatever god was above, must have hated her a lot.

 As she opened the door exiting the bathroom she silently prayed for the man to be still deep asleep.

 Her hopes came crashing down when she bumped into Sunghwa’s chest and if it weren’t for his quick reflex she would’ve ended up on the floor and with a bad headache.

 He held her close to his chest deeply staring into her wide eyes. She cursed in her head when she realized where she was and how close his lips were to hers, memories of their hot night once again flooding her mind, blinding her for a second.

 She brought her hands up to his chest and pushed him away as reality hit her and realized what compromising position they were in. Taking a few steps away from him, she walked towards the door looking for her purse and hoping he wouldn’t follow her.

 "Where are you going?“ Sunghwa grabbed her hand. She looked back and met his questioning eyes which were holding some sadness, and desperation, maybe. She didn’t plan on finding out.

 Pulling her hand out of his grip in a swift movement she continued her way toward the door. “I asked something,” he was getting annoyed, however, her pain was stronger than to care about him.

 She turned back, “What do you expect me to do?” She looked at him expectantly, “I don’t plan on waiting till your girlfriend, oh wait, your soon-to-be wife comes and kicks me out calling me names,” the pain and hurt in her eyes killed him. He didn’t plan their first meeting to be like this.

 Ever since their first kiss at a gazebo he couldn’t forget how his heart had been beating the whole time, how her eyes had been shining in the moonlight, ha had wanted back then to confess his love but as always, he had been a coward and never followed his heart.

 Her words hurt him, at the same time he couldn’t imagine how hurt she must’ve been. His eyes were inspecting the rug beneath his feet as he tried to find the right words. “What?! Kitty got your tongue?” She asked sarcastically. “ Man up, Sunghwa!” She yelled at him.

 "Give me a chance,“ his voice was barely audible as he looked up at her with fear in his eyes.

 "Tsk…” she couldn’t believe her ears. “A chance, Sunghwa?” She grabbed his chin to direct his gaze to her face, “you’re a few years late,” though her voice was sad, she was determined not to let him lure her in.

 "Coward!“ She looked at him with rage and pity in her eyes. “How dare you ask me for a chance when you’re getting married in a few days?” She looked at him with disappointment.

 His eyes were yet again cast downwards, “How about the woman you’re supposed to love more than your own life? What about her?” She knew she was going overboard, yet she couldn’t help her anger, “Do you plan on keeping me as your side hoe?” Her face contorted at the thought, she was hurting herself more than him at this point.

 "Don’t say that,“ he begged silently, “I’ll call down the wedding if you give me a chan…” her hand came in contact with his face before she could give it a second thought. Her eyes went wide at the sound of her powerful slap, “Sorry…” she wanted to caress his red cheek when he softly grabbed her hand and pulled it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

 "I deserved it,“ he looked at her in agony, “I did wrong. I should’ve been a man, I should’ve made you mine when I had the chance,” his quite confession was like a dagger, “just a moment ago…” he looked at her with sincerity trying to convince her of his honesty, “I was serious, though. I’d call down the wedding without a second thought.”

 Yet again, she couldn’t believe the nonsense coming out of his mouth, “Get your head out of your ass before I smack you again,” she ordered. “I’m not the same teenage girl anymore, Sunghwa. I don’t care what would you do if I asked you,” she looked at him with determination, “you’ve made the choice to marry her, don’t you dare to go back on your word cause I swear to whatever god there’s above I’ll kill you,” she scolded him like a mum does with her child.

 ”Did you have fun playing with me? Cause it was not a freaking game to me, Sunghwa! What do you think about me?” he didn’t seem to have an answer to her question. “Don’t you dare play with me! I slept with you because I was drunk. Do you think you’re the only man I slept with?” He didn’t want to know the answer to that question. 

 She was on the verge of crying, “If I was her, I wouldn’t want to marry you after what you’ve just said. It hurts that you used me in my weak moment to get me in your bed for your selfish thoughts and needs. A few years ago I would’ve given anything and everything to have you, but that’s in the past,” her arms fell to her sides as she once again went towards the exit. 

 “Don’t look for me,” she said without turning back.

 He fell on his knees the moment the door got shut behind her. He knew he did wrong, he knew that a one night stand wasn’t the right way to get her back… oh, wait, she didn’t want to be with him. She moved on. She did what he always thought to be impossible for him: moving on.


Author’s Note: Something that was on my mind ever since I had started writing Morning After - Simon (it was originally supposed to be a Gray scenario, ended up being a Simon scenario - I love that side of writing) 
This ended up being angst for @iamlisteningtotherainsound had kindly asked me “to make them suffer” 
Enjoy your reading and don’t be afraid to leave feedback! ^^ - J

Originally posted by weirdmagicks

In most action series, moral decisions are rarely given the depth of focus they deserve.  Choice, to the extent the concept is even brought up, is seen as a relatively simple affair - anyone can merely choose, at a moment’s notice, to make the “right,” or “smart” choice.  And if they can’t?  Well, then they’re “evil,” or at the least, mindless servants of the local Great Dark Lord, whose slaughter is easily dismissed without much thought. 

This is a narrow and frankly privileged perspective, possible only from the vantage point of a dogmatic individualist who can afford to hold simple Manichean views on ingroup-outgroup conflict.  Which is why Samurai Jack’s climactic battle in the third episode was so refreshing - and tragic.

For starters, the dramatic irony hovering around the Daughters of Aku isn’t just thick - it’s suffocating.  We’ve been following these girls from the very beginning, and when you strip them of all the fantasy trappings, you’re essentially left with textbook child soldiers - physically and emotionally abused from birth, forced to undergo “training” designed to butcher the soul, brainwashed into thinking black is white and up is down, and set loose on the world with little of their humanity intact.  And they had zero choice in any of it.  The most poignant part of the episode for me wasn’t Jack’s reminiscence in the cave; it was when the DoA encountered the two deer in the woods.  Being battle forged into emotionless killing machines from birth, the fact that they seemed utterly incapable of recognizing basic affection when they see it was both funny and seriously heartbreaking.

With that understanding in place, Jack’s little ultimatum - that they either turn back and live, or potentially die by his hands - feels almost cruel.  Of course they weren’t going to back down; they’ve been trained all their lives to see him as the great evil in the world.  Would Jack have turned the other cheek if Aku made the same offer?  And yes - considering how Jack was raised in a similar (if more benevolent) fashion, the comparison is more than apt.  Both he and his abused teenaged nemeses were led to their current predicaments - their “choice” a secondary influence to the forces who shaped their destinies before they were born.

Like Jack, I took no pleasure from the final fight.  It was undeniably cool, but also hollow at the same time.  Jack doesn’t know a thing about these girls, and when survival is on the line, you can’t be faulted for doing whatever it takes to be the last one standing.  But cheering him on in the aftermath would have felt like congratulating a soldier after mowing down a group of drugged-up 12-year-old Liberian child militia reserves.  I hope as the series progresses, we’ll see how this delicate understanding of choice - and its lacking - informs and enriches the narrative.