i'm so nervous i did this thing to keep myself from going crazy

They Wanna Make Me Their Queen

( Prompt: princess diaries style “I grew up not knowing I was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me I was so now I guess I’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but I still have a crush on you” AU ) 


A/N: Two words: Lip-sync battle. SLAY TOM, SLAY. I WAS WEIRDLY TURNED ON BY HIS PERFORMANCE?? LIKE. I WOULD DO HIM IN THE SUIT, AND I WOULD DO HIM IN DRAG, AND I AM CRYING. That being said, if anyone wants to fangirl with me over Tom, please hit me up. I need more friends to fangirl with!! ( I also need a date with him ASAP. ) In other news, this was very heavily influenced by that scene in Catching Fire. Matt Murdock, the dumpster ninja, will be showing up in a few more chapters, and I cannot wait. :)))

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You leave the room – and the after party – without delay. Your walk is more of a stagger as the amount of champagne you’ve consumed just minutes before becomes apparent. Too much. And yet, not nearly enough. You move as calmly as possible towards the archway leading to the hall … To escape.

Or as much of an escape as you can manage with a limitless number of guards keeping watch over your every move.

You press a hand against the wall to steady yourself. Once you find an exit to the balcony, you grasp hold of a railing and try to calm yourself. A sob rises in your throat. You clamp your lips together to force it back.

No one told you the life of a princess would be this hard.

No one told you that you would have to give up your friends.

No one told you that a crown could weigh so heavily upon your head.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” Light and good-humoured – not to mention vaguely familiar – a voice greets you from the shadows, you jarringly realise that you aren’t alone.

Normally, you would be thrilled – or shocked at the very least – to have New York’s very own Spiderman hanging from the fire escape only several feet away. It’s becoming a trend at school – all the girls are bragging about how Spiderman had saved them from robbers/harassment/bullying, and they’d proceeded to make out with Spiderman in some dark corner to ‘thank’ him.

And now he’s here. Real and alive. You could add on to the flood of wild stories, but you hardly need the added popularity. As it is, you could claim that you’d discovered Atlantis and people would believe you.

You manage a faint smile that comes across as more of a grimace on a pale and strained face that not even M.A.C and Elizabeth Arden can hide.

Willing your voice not to crack, you speak slowly, attempting to compose yourself, “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

“What is your thing, then?”

He’s talking to you like he’s known you all your life. It’s warm and familiar and comforting somehow, to be talked to like a normal human being. No, “Yes, Your Highness”, or “As you wish, My Lady”. No airs, no treading on eggshells. Just … Normal conversation. You could cry. You want to cry.

“I enjoy horseback riding and embroidery.” Your voice sounds dead, even to your ears – it sounds like something you’ve memorised from a textbook. “I volunteer at soup kitchens in my free time, and I donate generously to churches and shelters.”

“I mean the real things.” His gaze is heavy on your face, so piercing that you think he can see all the way down into your soul. “Not the princess things.”

“I like watching movies,” You say, softly, carefully, after making sure that your grandmother isn’t going to jump out of nowhere to chide you for not giving the appropriate response. “I always watched them with my best friend.” There’s a sour taste in your mouth, almost like curdled milk, when you remember that you haven’t been to Peter’s in weeks, and that you haven’t been speaking to him for about as long. Swallowing, you continue, “I like books. Reading. Listening to music. You know. Teenager stuff.”

“Teenager stuff,” He repeats. “So why are you saying that other stuff?”

You let out a half laugh that sounds more like a hysterical hiccup. “Don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

It’s what people want to hear. It’s what they expect from a princess. But your all your lies are piling up, one after another, and you’re afraid that soon they’ll collapse over you and will bury you under, and you won’t be able to climb out of the hole that you’ve dug yourself into.

“There’s always a choice.”

Not for me, you think, both angrily and wistfully. If you had any choice, you would abandon all your duties and run off to Antarctica to chill with the Penguins. You’d turn in your crown immediately. You’d become normal again. A regular girl, in a regular school, with a regular life.

You’d never thought you’d miss normalcy.

“You need a break.” Spiderman says, shaking his head in mock – or is it real? – disappointment. But then, his voice changes, takes on an edge of boyish excitement. “C’mon, let’s go!”

“Go?” You wag your head hysterically. “Oh no no no, I can’t just … Go.”

“It’s not like I’m taking you to Aspen. Just around the city.”

Spiderman’s looking at you hopefully, almost child-like in his excitement. He holds out a hand, and you stare at it, wanting to take it, but still, unable to. What’s the harm? A voice whispers. Tomorrow you’ll have to go back to your life. All the press, the attention, the loneliness …


Your cheeks warm. This is like something from a fairy tale – you the princess, and Spiderman the unconventional knight. You take his hand. It’s surprisingly warm and firm, and your own hand feels like it was made to hold his.

You try to think past these unwanted thoughts.

“Hold on tight. Okay?”

Before you can respond, you feel hands on your waist, and Spiderman’s lifting you up carefully, gently into his arms. He’s skinny, but a lot stronger than he looks. You accidentally slide back against his chest, breathing in the scent that clings to his skin – something warm, like cinnamon, vanilla, and the night air. Your heart inches its way into your throat. You’ll admit that you’re unusually nervous, but you chalk it up to being near to Spiderman. One breath is all you get the chance for though; he runs up to the edge of the roof and leaps right off it.

A loud scream escapes your lips. Your stomach plunges into a freefall, and your arms, once hanging limply at your side, now fly to wrap around Spiderman’s neck. You’re not sure if you’re strangling him with how tight you’re grabbing onto him, but right now, the only thought on your mind is holding on so that you don’t become a spot on the pavement.

You make a mental note to add ‘heights’ to the list of things you aren’t good at.

He has to shout to be heard over the cars honking, and the wind rushing by. “C’mon, open your eyes!”

“You’re crazy!” You squeak, praying that you won’t throw up all over his shiny new suit. “This was a bad idea!”

“I’m not going to drop you. You’ll be safe with me, I promise.”

It’s hard to doubt the sincerity that rings true in his voice, but still, you glare suspiciously at the direction of his voice before opening your eyes.

Your breath catches in your throat. Wow. It looks absolutely stunning. New York at night, from the sky … It looks otherworldly, surreal. To your surprise, a laugh bubbles forth from you. Your hair streams back from your face, and a smile makes its way across your face. You’ve grown used to the strange, but not all together unpleasant feeling, of being weightless and free and infinite, of flying through the air.

You could get used to this.

“I – I, uh, saw the press conference.”

It’s the wrong thing to say.

Your mood had been rapidly improving, but now, the weight of all your mistakes comes crashing back down, hard, onto your shoulders. You’ve been teetering on the edge of tears all day, and this is all it takes for you to break down completely.

You cry Peter’s name.

And then you just cry.

His name, Ned’s name, Michelle’s name, in one desperate stream of sounds that you can’t separate from one another. You want someone to make things right; you want someone to make you not feel as if you’re constantly being pulled different ways by your heart and your head. Most of all, you want someone to tell you that everything will be alright; to promise that your friends won’t be hating you with every fibre of their beings.

Shit shit shit,” Spiderman’s saying from somewhere far away, panic and fear vibrating through those three words. “I said something wrong.”

Vaguely, you’re aware that the crisp night winds have stopped rifling through your hair, aware that you’re no longer flying through the air, have the vague sensation of being set down gently onto gravel. The cold and the damp press against your legs.

“My friends hate me,” You sob, scrubbing at your streaming eyes with the back of your hand. “My crush hates me. I said some things that I didn’t mean just now.”

Through the tears that blur your vision, Spiderman freezes, goes impossibly still, like a deer caught in the headlights. “Then why did you?” He asks softly.

“Because – Because I wanted to keep them safe,” You confess. Your throat aches as a horrible black ball of fear lodges itself under the roof of your mouth. “This – The Princess job isn’t safe, there are horrible people who want me dead, and if they manage to get to my friends, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

“I get it.” Spiderman says, just as quietly, his voice suddenly sounding heavy and weary. “Believe me, I do.”

“No, you don’t!” You cry. It explodes out of you before you can stop it. You don’t know why you’re suddenly so angry, but you could shake him or cry. “You have no idea – No one does – I thought this would be fun, but it’s not! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and I’m in over my head, and I just want my friends back, but I can’t have them, and I just … I don’t know what to do anymore.”

The tears come in a flash flood. Exhaustion and self-pity roll over you. You’re sobbing even harder now, hunched over, and trembling in pain and sorrow and grief, with barely a pause to breathe as your frame is racked with the release of so many built-up emotions.

You think Spiderman’s left, but suddenly he’s holding you, warm and reassuring and real. You find yourself with your head buried in his shoulder, sobbing. He lets you cry it out, keeping you pressed tightly to him, and he’s making little noises into your hair, sounding positively pained that you’re miserable and he can’t do anything to help.

“I’ll take you home, okay?” He asks, once you’ve stopped crying.

All you can do is nod, still keeping your face buried into his neck.

He carries you into your room, through the window. He helps you to wash your makeup off, waits as you change out of your dress, helps you into bed, smoothing the covers over your still-trembling frame. Spiderman says goodnight, but you catch his hand and hold him there. You don’t want him to go, especially not when you feel so awful.

“Stay with me,” You whisper plaintively, like a small child. “Stay. Please.”

Fingers ghost through your hair, and you think you feel the brush of lips against your forehead. You think you hear Spiderman whisper a word back, but you’re too far gone to make it out.

anonymous asked:

I love your gifs just saying <3 but i have a question: Are you really sure that they have something beyond friendship? I think a lot about it... I'm crazy :(

Thanks. I’m always trying to improve my gifs, but they still end up a little bit strange. It’s good to know that someone likes them. 💕

I wish I could just assure you of that, but there is this thing that people can only see what they want to see and a lot of people who like those two together do exactly that. I do not mean that these people, and even myself, are delusional, but that is what happens. We comfort ourselves with other people’s stuff mainly if it is something like their happiness and this becomes even greater if we love these people. And so we are watching from the outside, we are not part of their personal lives, we do not spend all day with them, we do not know their secrets.

It’s the same when someone asks, “Do you think one of them is gay?” I do not answer. You do not have to be gay to fall in love with a person of the same sex. Even if everyone identifies as gay, you don’t have to be afraid of it. You can love people regardless of who they are and I say that because ultimately the choice is yours alone. They can like whatever they want and be who they want. I cannot label and I say again that I am not part of their personal lives and I do not have that right.

Sometimes I notice that Jimin is far from Jk and Jk soon approaches and makes Jimin smile. This can be taken as friendship, but there’s something so profound about it, it’s like he’s coming over to say he’s still there for him and he’s going to stay there.

I think it’s beautiful. I love this moment. (SMA) I like to realize that he went exactly where he wanted to be. It did not take long until he rested his head on Jimin’s shoulder and he did not hesitate to do so, he didn’t care if that moment would be a group photo or anything like that. And it was very sweet of him to close his eyes, as if it were his point of peace. Another thing: Look at his hands, where they are and how they are. This cannot seem ‘fake’ because it really is not. And when you hug someone or are with someone who is ENOUGH for you to forget everything and everyone, you simply do it. And this moment for me is absolutely one of them.

Maybe that’s why there’s always some hyung between the two, things would flow normally. Repeating what I said in another ask: Even the silence is comforting. (Something that happened during Vlive’s 4M live and what happened during Global V Live Top 10 as well.) Namjoon even had to call out Jimin to get him back to earth.

I know there are several moments of tension… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  I take them into consideration as well, but these moments of “I’m here for you” are my weakness. I do not rely on something just because it has that tension turned to “I can’t take my eyes of you aka sexual tension” and even if that happens a lot too lol I try to stay in my lane and keep my feet on the ground and wait for things like that moment that I just said. For JK to do something like that is really amazing, people used to say that he didn’t corresponded and now he’s the one that does it the most. I see Jimin getting love and I get very happy.

But let’s take a closer look at how Jk gets silly seeing Jimin smiles and it takes almost a lifetime to blink. Or how his hands get when he says something without thinking twice. Or when he gets jealous and acts so cute that it’s impossible for you not to melt. There are people who say that the thing he does with his mouth is not jealousy because he does it often. This is a reflex and reflexes happen when the person is nervous, whether for good reason or not, and feeling jealous is something that makes you nervous. But anyway, everyone can think what they want.

Sorry, I wanted to talk about several moments, but this is the most special for me to date. And sorry again for not giving you assurance of anything. I always think that if this is a brotp I would be very happy, because it is one of the most beautiful relationships I have ever seen in my fucking life.

They have do have a relationship. And it’s a trust relationship that anyone could notice even with their eyes closed.

37. Make ups

( http://werewhorewolf.tumblr.com/post/137420591482/36-pick-up-lines ) This is part 1 my computer is being a nut job and won’t let me convert it soo ):

Summary(Requested): Part 2 of preference #35 Breakups. the title is pretty self explanatory.

Scott: The days have definitely been lonely and full of pain, just not for you Scott has been feeling the same way. The same aching, empty feeling filled his chest as well causing him to seemed depressed like but like usual he stayed strong for his pack but they all knew by the way he acted. Liam; Scott’s beta felt it the most having this strong emotional connection with his Alpha he felt the pain as well but didn’t dare say something at all. Finally it was Monday and it was time to go to school but Scott couldn’t find himself to get up due to the non existing heart that burned in replace. At the last minute Scott decided to get up due to the fact that he could at least see you, making sure you’re safe no matter how much it would hurt.

And he was right the moment he saw you his body stung, stung with sadness as he stared at the back of your body, he could help but stare at you, hair in a messy bun, fly away messily sprawed against your head, but he loved it. He especially loved when your hair was in a bun framing your face, making your eyes pop. Without even noticing his eyes grew glossy staring at his love, the person he’d love forever. The moment your eyes met with yours, the feeling of sadness ran through you both. You missed each other so much it hurt you mentally and physically as you both found each other not getting out of bed all weekend.

Just like you feared Scott walked towards you, his long arm against the locker blocking you from running from him. You sigh knowing there was no way you could run from him. “God I miss you.” He smiles weakly fighting the tears from his wetening eyes.

You nod in agreement finally making eye contact with him. “I’m sorry.” He pauses, “I should’ve seen you a few days ago and I'm sorry I-I just didn’t think you wanted to se him, but I can’t stay away from you.”

His arms wrapped tightly around you making you finally let out a cry. “I love you so much, and I was I realized what I had.” You nod, “It’s okay.” You speak, “I’m sorry too.”

“I love you more than anything babygirl.” You smile through sadness. “And I love you.”

Stiles: “Please answer your phone (y/n). I’m sorry for all of this and I just need to know you’re okay.” Sadness, betrayal is what you felt. Stiles did nothing but embarrass you as a girlfriend and you weren’t having it. It’s been a week since you talked to Stiles mostly because of the pain he caused you, he had completely crushed your everything, maybe because he was your everything, your heart and soul. Turning over not being able to sleep you were met with the sight of Liam in your room climbing through your 2nd floor bedroom making you scream. His eyes widened, “Shit I thought you were asleep.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” You say, not really knowing what else to say as you stared at the cute brunette that only gave a smirk. “Just letting Stiles in.”

Before you could stop him, or even say anything Stiles was walking through your now unlocked front door. You only stood at the bottom of your stairs, arms crossed pushing again your breast that were barely covered due to going to sleep.

“Have fun dude.” Liam smirks, as his hand met with Stiles’ exchanging a green thin paper. “Did you really pay him twenty dollars to break into my house?”

Stiles sighs walking towards you, causing you to back up a stair. After a week he realized you were still irate with him, but he couldn’t take it anymore. Can’t take the guilt or the lonely feeling without you. Stiles needed you, you were his escape through all of this loneliness, through all the terror you were his escape, his reason to get through anything.

 "I can’t be without you.“ He mumbles, "You know I’m not good with words and you know when I’m nervous I stutter ever three seconds but you have to believe me when I say I’m sorry and I need you. I need you to be by my side, I need you to be there when I can’t be there for myself, I need you to be my side kick, my snoop, but most of all I need you with me.” His beautiful words sent tears to your cheeks.

“I was with my dad and Lydia came over with her mom.” He paused. “Angel you are y everything I wouldn’t ever do any thing to hurt you.”

You nod, knowing you were just being your crazy self. Your lip quivers as you stare at him, his arms extending towards your direction. “Come hug me baby.”

Theo: Theo’s body angered at the sight of you, as another guy took his place leaning against your locker. His fist gripped the metal bar next to him listening to the conversation. “So ummm.” The guy nervously chuckled, his heart beat increasing rapidly. “I was wondering if you’d go on a date with me?”

You paused feeling bad for the guy next to you. “You’re a nice, attractive guy but I can’t I’m sorry.” Theo let out a tiny snarl at the attractive part. “Still not over Theo?” He mumbled, his eyes meeting with the ground.

“Sadly not.” You ay closing the locker door. Sadly? Sadly didn’t set right with Theo as he sat at his desk with the word ‘sadly’ running through his mind. It was sad? It should be sad trying to get over him not the other way around.

Theo’s eyes seemed like they couldn’t get off you and you noticed. A small panic started in you as he started making his way towards you, sitting directly in front of you.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts making you roll your eyes. Theo had the nerve of breaking up with you, ignoring you for a whole month and now saying he’s sorry. Without a response or even a glance your face was once again buried into your book, but the book was soon taken away closed by Theo’s larger hand. “I know nothing can be the same, nothing will ever be the same but they’re gone.”

Gone? The Dread Doctors were gone? Theo’s hand met with yours. “I did this to keep you safe and they did leave you alone.” he begins. “I love you so much babe this month has been the worst. I miss everything and I just need you back, there wasn’t a night I didn’t want to be with you.” He sighed, “They’re gone we can finally be together.

Your breath hitches, throat growing tighter. "But what if I don’t want to get back together?” This question stuns Theo giving him the most pain he’s received over this month and this month was bad. Theo found himself trying for you, wishing you were with him, wishing he could hold you.

“If you loved me, you would’ve stayed with me.” Theo sits in disbelief. “I did this too keep you safe and now you’re safe, nobody can hurt you now.”

“You already have though.” He couldn’t help the tears that grew, “Don’t do this please.” He needed you, the only person he loved is you. In this dark, scary, unloved world Theo lived in you were his light, the brightness in the darkness.

“Of course I want to get back together.” You finally give it, “I’m just hurt.”

“And I’ll be here until you’re not hurting anymore.

Liam: It only took Liam two days of being apart to be at your house, knocking on your door ready to beg for forgiveness from you. Liam has never experienced more emotional or physical pain before, his body ached for you, his body needed you. Liam didn’t care anymore, of course he cared about keeping you safe, which he planned on doing by not allowing you to go any where to dangerous, he just needed you. His chest burned, burned from the emptiness that now lived inside his black heart, that would beat once again with you.

The beautiful sight of you half asleep, hair thrown into a messy bun, a tight white tank top clamped your upper body, a pair of fuzzy shorts and fuzzy knee high socks that matched (This is me everyday) He was thrown off by your beauty, he always loved when you were like this barely awake, still mumbling little replies to his questions but the sight of Liam woke you up quickly.

"I’m sorry.” He mumbles, sliding against your side entering your house. "I can’t be with out you, I’m so stupid.“

You didn’t answer only stared at the boy who broke your heart, his body began to panic knowing how stubborn you were, thinking you’d never for give him.

He knows he broke your head, because he broke his own as well. Separating you two was probably the worst thing anyone could do but he was the one to blame. It didn’t rest too easy with Liam himself, he spent the last two nights barely without any sleep due to his constant thinking, and calling himself a dummy.

"Don’t give me that look.” he mumbles, hands falling to your cheeks. He knew exactly what the face was. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry.” He begs just above a whisper.

“I love you so much, and I’m a dummy but all I want to do is keep you safe. I can survive this world without you, you’re the only thing holding me here, you’re my anchor, my everything.” Tears welled up in his as well as he rubbed your cheek line softly, “Please let me love you again, I want to be your everything, and I’ll do anything anything to make sure you’re not hurt again, I was stupid for thinking this was going to protect you.”

Looking up into the beautiful sea eyes, “Love me again.” You whimper.

TOOK ME TWO HOURS HOLY SHIT. but request are open (;

Reynabeth volleyball!au

  • They’re both on the school team. They tried out as freshmen and basically live and breathe the sport.
  • Reyna has very good leadership. She’s the coach’s favorite, because she’s very reliable and very talented. This puts a lot of pressure on her, though.
  • Annabeth is a very good strategist. She always lets her opinion be heard (even when unwarranted). She can get astonishingly bossy and annoying, but she has good ideas.

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Christmas Movie Night

Supercorp (and Sanvers) Christmas ficlet for @gotosleepspacekid… Merry Christmas!

Kara was wearing her favorite sweater and her favorite skirt, and she had checked her hair and makeup in the mirror no less than four times.  It was a big night… her first Christmas with Lena, and Alex’s first Christmas with Maggie.  While it wasn’t Christmas yet, the four of them were getting together to watch Christmas movies at Kara’s place… and though she couldn’t quite say why, she was nervous.

Before she could worry much more, the doorbell rang.  Before she answered it, she zipped through the kitchen and grabbed one of the gingerbread girls she had spent the afternoon baking, and she gulped it down quickly before opening the door to find Alex and Maggie waiting.

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geminirenegade  asked:

I guess this update makes your blog an AU considering what a dick canon bro is and how actually really cool your version is. I'm sure you're getting a lot of questions concerning this, probably a lot of people taking the role your blog plays too seriously. Maybe that's why I'm writing this, to be a voice of positivity and reason in a shitstorm you're probably going through. I'm probably doing a shit job at it too. Just want you to know I still think the bro you portray is a great guy..

(( No no, you’re doing a good job at it. This is actually the first ask I’ve gotten for Bro in regards to the upd8 and I’m very relieved it was a positive and reassuring message rather than a shitstorm of hate.

I’m guessing the people who follow this blog aren’t really the vocal “bro is terrible” crowd (or if they are, they’re decent people who know better than to harass an ask blog about it) and are composed more of people like myself: i.e. people who acknowledged Bro wasn’t a good parent but wanted to believe he was still a good person who tried his best in his own messed up way.

But this last upd8 suggests this was not the case. ‘Cause if he did care, he was really really really bad at showing it. And even if there was some slim chance he had good intentions, it wouldn’t excuse all the terrible things he did. 

So yes, I guess that would kind of make this blog an AU. But even before this upd8, there was a fair amount of fanon going on already. I always knew Bro was not a great guardian and was probably bad at showing affection, at least to the point that Dave didn’t seem to understand him at all and was nervous about meeting a younger version of him. But I felt that drawing a more accurate version of Bro would not be as fun for myself or my followers. So I pushed the whole “eccentric-and-crazy-and-bad-at-parenting-but-well-meaning” version of Bro a bit more than I knew to be realistic. I thought maybe it was possible that Bro was more open and affectionate with Dave when he was a baby/toddler and he became more emotionally cryptic and distant and stern as he got older and closer to playing the game. I could reason that Bro was genuine and good to Dave at a time when Dave was too young to remember, hence why most of my comics involve baby Dave rather than teen Dave. 

But now, even this doesn’t seem possible. Even if he was less bad when Dave was little, he was probably far from good. And i can’t just pin all that on Lil Cal either. It’s very clear that both Dirk and Bro have strong inclinations towards evil, but unlike Dirk, Bro had free reign and nothing but a negative influence (the MOST negative influence in existence) to bring that darkness to its full potential. However, I do still want to believe there was some goodness in him somewhere, and that he had a moment of redemption before his death. 

But the thing is I’m not entirely certain about the future of this blog. I always wanted to at least try to be canon and only take creative liberties where there wasn’t enough information. It feels like continuing in the way I have been running this would be kind of disingenuous and delusional and a complete disregard of Dave’s suffering and anyone else who’s had a similar experience. And for me, I feel it would just make me sad to keep drawing happyfuntimes with the Striders. Knowing it’s not true, my heart really wouldn’t be in it anymore.

And while I am fascinated by this canon Bro on some level and would like to delve into his corrupt psyche and descent into darkness, I also feel that suddenly depicting a more accurate Bro would be very jarring from the usual content and not what people came here for at all. Like I’d have to start fresh on a completely new blog or do some kind of “event” if I wanted to try canon Bro. But really having to deal with his abusive nature would be way too depressing and horrible and triggering to even think about much less spend time drawing on a regular basis.

But I don’t want to stop completely. I really love this blog and the mere thought of retiring it is making me cry. But I’m probably going to take a step back for now at least until the hype from this upd8 blows over. I still have ask-the-prince-of-irony that I can focus on updating. I’ll make a formal post asking what I should do with this blog shortly. ))

Kit Harington: I'm a hopeless romantic

EN Interview 1 - Q: There’s not much sex in this film. All you and co-star Alicia Vikander do is hold hands.

HARINGTON: No! (Laughs hard) The whole chaperone thing is so different, and I realised just how scandalous, how forward he is - just for holding her hand, or tickling her behind the neck! Thats the equivalent of him doing some much dirtier things in today’s cinema. They’re being really naughty! And they never consummate their relationship. They never actually have sex, as they’re not married. It’s such a different world from today’s, and maybe young audiences will see it and find it amusing. And the romanticism of it is fantastic.

Q: Was it hard playing a 19-year-old horny schoolboy opposite hot, sexy co-star Alicia, when you were actually 27?

HARINGTON: It was hard and I had to keep reminding myself that I - Kit - would never have had sex with her. I’d be very, very immature as far as that’s concerned, and it’d be incredibly exciting just to hold hands. So it was quite hard to drag myself back to what that felt like back then.

Q: Are you a romantic?

HARINGTON: Oh yeah - I think of myself as a hopeless romantic. No, I am, and I love it - but it’s my downfall sometimes. And that’s why Roland appealed to me so much. I felt very close to the character and his passion for her. He’s this arrogant sod, and I was an arrogant sod when I was younger - and I still am. So I related a lot to his obsession with heroism and the romance of art and literature, and his seriousness. I was a lot more serious when I was a kid.

Q: Alicia’s on a real hot streak thanks to Ex Machina and this. Did you know her before this?

HARINGTON: We were good friends before this, as we did Seventh Son together, an epic fantasy film, and got on really well and had dinners together and so on. And I felt we just had great chemistry on this. She’s so fierce and determined but also vulnerable, and I found that quite exciting.

Q: You’re obviously best-known for heavy drama rather than comedy, but you recently did a great skit with Seth Meyers on his show, and now you’re in the new HBO comedy mockumentary7 Days In Hell with Andy Samberg. Is it true the film’s only 43 minutes long?

HARINGTON: Yes, and it’s because we shot it in just 3 days, in Palm Springs. We shot the sh*t out of everything and got as much as we could. It’s really farcical and stupid and I really want everyone to go and see it (laughs). It comes out in July. It’s got a great cast, with Lena Dunham, June Squibb, Will Forte and Michael Sheen among others - all great actors in this crazy movie!

Q: And you play a sort of John McEnroe tennis star who’s always exploding, right?

HARINGTON: Yeah, and it was so much fun to do. He’s this really stupid, really arrogant English tennis player who’s totally coke-addled and I wear this pink headband with long blonde hair and short shorts. The outfit alone is hysterical. And the tennis match lasts for seven days - four more days than it took to shoot the whole thing! That’s how crazy it was!

Q: So you like doing comedy?

HARINGTON: I love it, and I’ve always wanted to do comedy but I’ve realised recently that my type of comedy isn’t that classic rom-com style - it’s really stupid Saturday Night Live type of comedy, and this was perfect for me. I was here in LA and they sent me the script and I laughed all the way through and jumped at it.

Q: You also just did the Red Nose video. Were you nervous?

HARINGTON: When they suggested it to me, I said ‘Yes’ instantly, as it’s comic relief and for a good cause and it’d be wrong to say no - and that went against every fibre in my being, once I read the script and realised I had to sing in front of my peers! So part of me was like, I REALLY don’t want to do this, but the other part of me was, I MUST do this, so if I have to make a complete fool of myself for a good cause, then I should. So I did. (Laughs) It was very funny, like serenading 18 bunnies. I enjoyed it. Look, I did karaoke with Coldplay as my backup band. That was pretty amazing. I was very nervous but then I got up there and was like, 'Yeah! This is f**king cool! You don’t get to do this very often - if ever!’

Q: Jon Snow’s made you famous - but do you also feel a little typecast now?

HARINGTON: I do. The industry still sees me now as something I’d never have predicted - as an action hero, in the Jon Snow mould. So I have to find other things for my own sanity, to break out of it.

Q: What’s the worst day out you’ve ever had in London?

HARINGTON: Did you say day or date? (Laughs hard). Wow! I’ve definitely had a lot of worst dates! I don’t know what I’d specifically pick - probably a break-up with a girl. London can have some pretty miserable days sometimes, I must admit, when that happens.

Q: What about your happiest?

HARINGTON: It was very recent, but I won’t say what it was, but it was a good thing!

Q: Ever had a recurring menial injury you can tell us about?

HARINGTON: Yeah, I have a bit of a problem with my right arm and shoulder, from sword-fighting. You find you get a lot of shoulder cuts and stuff that cause stiffness and other problems. And I also have a bit of a dodgy ankle sometimes, but I did that to myself - it’s not from any show or movie.

Q: Are you a big music fan?

HARINGTON: Yeah, I am. I think there’s something weird going on with music right now, and I’m part of it - I just discovered Spotify and Spotify radio, and I can listen to all these new tracks and it’s great - it’s a revolution. I’ll hear stuff it suggests for me and I’ll download it. But it means you’re not listening to albums anymore, or to someone’s story. Some of my favourite albums are by Nick Cave. It’s poetry and each song links to the next and the next, and you have to listen to them all in order. It’s great we have all this new technology providing us with suggestions, but they’re singular suggestions and we need to listen to albums more I think.

Q: What one song would you recommend to people to put on their Monday morning playlist?

HARINGTON: It’d be Talking Heads and Once In A Lifetime. (He pulls up the track on his iPhone and starts singing along happily). Same as it ever was, same as it ever was - That’s a great Monday morning track. Perfect! And I love the music video for it too, all David Byrne’s great dance moves.

Q: You mentioned Nick Cave and his poetry. Roland’s also quite the poet. What about your own poetry skills?

HARINGTON: (Laughs) They’ve always been pretty abysmal, in all honesty. I actually really like writing poetry. I’m just not very good at it. I thought I’d take some courses at some point to see if I can improve. I like doing it but it’s for my own benefit, not for anyone else’s viewing!

Q: Who are your acting idols, the guys you really look up to and who inspire you?

HARINGTON: I love Leonardo DiCaprio, Ed Norton, Ben Whishaw - and among the classic greats, Brando.

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I did the thing.

“No Words Needed” - a Takano Masamune + Onodera Ritsu Mini Fic.

[inspired by this.]

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A/N: Well, I was going for a really short drabble at first, but once I started it I was like “if I do this, I might aswell do this right.” I’m sorry about the possible mistakes, English is not my native language. :3 Right, and it’s in Ritsu’s POV. And I don’t usually write. So this is probably not good in any way, so gomenasai. what else, lol. Have fun???

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