i'm still on hiatus i just came back to post this

On promises made and kept

For @bgonemydear, who wanted reunited childhood sweethearts in a historical au.

The train hadn’t finished slowing down when Bellamy hopped off.  It had been years since he had been back to Arkadia— six, as a matter of fact— and already he could tell things were different.  There was a train station, for one.  No more walking to Polis and catching the train there.  There was a bank now too, and soon enough there would be a law firm, too.  

Bellamy left the station and turned down the main thoroughfare.  His mother and Octavia wouldn’t be expecting him until tomorrow, but he had decided last night he couldn’t wait.  He’d taken an earlier train and would come back for his things with the wagon tomorrow.

Murphy saw him first.  He waved from the porch of the general store and went back to sweeping, a very different man from when Bellamy had left.  He was married now, Octavia said, and far more settled.  The town had changed and the people had too, which he supposed was the general order of things.  He wasn’t the same boy who left.  The Bellamy Blake who had left Arkadia had been a boy from a poor claim who only owned the shirt on his back and two tattered books and now he was a lawyer with an expensive suit and a position at Charles Pike’s firm, coins jangling in his pockets as he walked.  

He had paid off the mortgage the first chance he got, and now his mother rented the land out to other farmers for pasture.  That was all it was good for, anyway, and Bellamy made more than enough to keep them comfortable.  He rounded the corner separating his mother’s land from the Millers’ and heard a joyful shout in the distance.

Octavia had seen him from a quarter mile off and she was running to him, her skirts flying as she pumped her arms.  She threw herself into his arms with a screech and he swung her around.  “You weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow,” she scolded, and he laughed and set her down.

“I got impatient.  Are you complaining?”

Octavia grinned and punched him in the shoulder.  “Never.”

His mother’s reaction was more subdued but no less joyful, and she insisted on making a roast even though he protested that the chicken she was going to make for herself and Octavia was more than sufficient.  But all throughout dinner she cast him careful, measured looks, and when Octavia was preoccupied with the washing she pulled him aside.

“Have you seen her?”

“No,” he said quickly, but his eyes darted to the window towards the Griffin homestead anyway.

“I thought you might have gone to see her first,” she said.  “I would have understood.”

Even after all these years, it hurt.  By all rights he should have been going to see Clarke first.  He should be coming back to marry her; he would be, in fact, if she had agreed to wait.  That was all he wanted— all he’d ever wanted.  Almost as much as he’d wanted an education.  

But she didn’t want him.

As the sun sank below the horizon he found himself pulling on his boots.  “Want some company?” Octavia asked, but he shook his head.  

“Just want to take a walk,” he said, and that was some of the truth.  Mostly, he wanted to show himself he could remember Clarke without falling apart.

He went straight for the tree on the rise between their property.  There had been some dispute over who found it first, him or Clarke, and for the first year they warred over it like opposing armies.  But at some point their enmity had shifted to friendship, and soon they used it as a meeting spot.  There was a hollow in it the perfect size for hiding treasures, and for years they left notes for each other there.  

The tree had been host to other things too, hesitant kisses and fumblings that were sweet and bright in his memory, with a clarity he had spent six years hoping to shake.  The sky turned orange and purple and pink and he sat down, thinking of all the times he had been in this very spot, his back leaning against the tree while Clarke sketched.  Sometimes she would lay her head in his lap and let him card his fingers through her hair, lulling her into a doze until their mothers shouted for them.

The tree was where he asked her to marry him, and where she broke his heart.  That’s not the life I want, she had said, her face immobile and cold.  He had left angry but that anger had turned to sadness by the time he arrived in his boarding house, but by then it was too late.  He started dozens of letters to her but none of them felt right, so in the end he simply told himself it was a childhood love and nothing more.

Sitting next to the tree now, six years later, he knew that was a lie.  He reached into the hollow out of idle curiosity, but his hand brushed something that didn’t belong.  It was hard, wrapped in waxy canvas, and when he pulled it out and unwrapped it, he recognized it.

Abby Griffin had kept it on the hutch near her doctoring kit, a plain, unremarkable wooden box except for the initials JG carved into the top.

It was Clarke’s.  That much was certain.  It was Clarke’s and he had no right to pry, but he told himself this tree didn’t just belong to her.  And he had spent so long yearning for anything of hers that the temptation was just to great.  He lifted the lid and all the air left his lungs at the sight of his name in her deliberate, careful cursive.  

Dozens and dozens of letters, and as he flipped through them he saw each one was addressed to him, all with a date marked neatly in the corner.  He chose one at random and looked at the date— three years ago.  Another was from five years ago, and one on the top was dated that very year.

His vision swam and he felt lightheaded.  Behind him the prairie grass rustled and he turned to see Clarke frozen five feet away.  “You found them,” she said, breathless.  “I heard you were back, and—”

He drank in the sight of her— she was just as he remembered but different too, like everything.  Some of her curves were softer and some of the lines of her face were sharper, but she was still Clarke, still so beautiful it hurt to look at her.  “You wrote to me,” he said dumbly.

Clarke sank to her knees and snatched the letters away.  She stuffed them haphazardly into the box without looking up.  “I never sent them,” she mumbled.

“You wrote to me,” he repeated.  “You— I thought you— you said no.  You said you didn’t love me,” he stammered out.  “Right here.  Six years ago.  I asked you to wait for me, and you said no.”

She sniffled and kept her eyes on the box.  Her hand shook as she fumbled with the latch and she shook her head.  “I never said I didn’t love you,” Clarke said quietly.

“I asked you to marry me,” he said again.  “You said no.”

“Because I didn’t want you to come back,” she said and looked up.  Her eyes gleamed but her chin was lifted, proud and fierce.  “I didn’t want this life for you.  You deserved better.  It wasn’t because— I never said I didn’t love you.  I did.”

“And right did you have to decide that for me?”

She tore her eyes away from him.  “None.  But I also knew I would never forgive myself if you came back here just for me.  I wanted you to be free– free to choose without feeling beholden to me.”

Bellamy picked up a letter she had missed and looked at the date.  “You wrote to me last week,” he said.  A hope he thought was long extinguished bloomed in his chest.  “Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you still love me?”

“What does that matter now?”

Bellamy lifted her chin with his finger so she was looking at him.  “Do you still love me?”

“How could I ever stop?” she said with a half-laugh, half sob caught in her throat.

Bellamy had won awards in school for his speeches.  He was devastating in the courtroom with them, and he could marshal them to win any argument, convince any opponent.  But here, words failed him.  

So he caught her face in his hands and kissed her instead.

anonymous asked:

What exactly happened with Dave Filoni? I've seen people mention it here and there, but I'm not familiar with it.



This was around the height of people associated with LF liking Reylo fanart, talking about it in positive terms, etc. The Reylo fandom was pretty much over the moon because HOLY SHIT CLAUDIA GREY SHIPS REYLO. DAISY LIKED REYLO FANART. MARK LIKED ART. WE ARE BECOMING MAINSTREAM, YO.

It was a bad time to be an anti. It’s always a bad time to be an anti, but, well, it was pretty good for us and they were mad. 

Enter Dave Filoni’s blog. 

A blog purporting to be that of Dave Filoni made a post absolutely trashing Reylo, and it EXPLODED. We’re talking thousands upon thousands of notes, antis in total celebration mode, much laughing and crowing that “HA DAVE FILONI THINKS YOUR SHIP IS DISGUSTING AND SO ARE YOU”

At the time, one particular anti blog was pretty much the leader of the whole movement. They were incredibly damaging and all-around horrible (I think they went on hiatus awhile back. They could still be around. I neither know nor care). They reached out to the blog and thanked them for supporting the anti cause. “Dave Filoni” announced that he was actually a big fan of said anti blog and announced that he was now following them. The anti blogger preened and talked about how honored they were, total fangirling, this is amazing. 

The antis were utterly convinced that they had a staunch ally at LF on their side, and oh, how they milked it. 

Until a few Reylo shippers asked Pablo what the deal was with Dave’s blog. 

Pablo shortly responded that he wasn’t aware of Dave having a Tumblr at all (and we know that Pablo is familiar with Tumblr discourse, albeit primarily in the sense that he hates it).

When given a link, Pablo’s response was a completely flat “yeah, there’s no way that’s him”. IIRC there was more or less official confirmation from the real Dave Filoni not long after.

An anti soon came clean and admitted that they’d created the impersonator blog themselves.

This was not long after the Matt the Radar Technician skit, and needless to say, the Reylo fandom had a field day with Matt memes since the antis had flat-out pretended to be a major player at LF just to make it look like their side had support when, as always, they had nothing.

It was absolutely hilarious and I’m still laughing about it a year later. 

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Okay I’ve attempted to make a follow forever for quite some time now and honestly this took forever to make anyway?? But I’ve reached 1200 which I feel is a decent milestone so I wanted to make one of these to celebrate! :D I do want to preface though, because I’ve mentally said it over probably thirty times at least as I was making this that I truly am sorry that I’m the worst person ever at communication and literally I love to talk to anyone, but sometimes I genuinely forget and don’t look in my IMs for months on end and the next time I see it I’m like?? Oh wow they probably hate me for taking so long should I still reply?? Lolol, but yeah I’ll go ahead and do these but I’m gonna do the special shoutouts at the bottom ^.^ But honestly thank you and I love you to everyone who follows me and who I follow and I appreciate all of you and I know I forgot people so chances are even if you’re not on here I’ll still follow you forever??

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anonymous asked:

Can you summarize the Louis article and what stood out the most to you?

oh, man, i just posted a reply talking about it a little! i’m gonna cannibalize some of that and expand on it a little bit. but in short, it’s that i think louis’s got even more to prove to himself after the band than he did when he was in it.  

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ONE DAY (Originally posted on AO3 - here!)


He looked up, and his dark brown glamoured eyes met Alec’s hazel ones.

“You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to”, Alec assured him, flashing him a gentle smile. His eyes were apologetic. “It was just something that popped into my head. We could just forget about it.”


Or, Magnus and Alec talking about their future during a lazy Saturday morning in bed.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm a little nervous to ask this but I'm new to the Hannibal fandom or Hannibal in general and I've seen bits of amazing interpretations/analysis/meta here and there but I want to catch up with everything and don't really know where to start... Is there any masterpost or could you recommend me other blogs beside yours or just give me a general direction of where to look etc.? (I know this is a weird ask, I hope you understand what I mean and thank you for listening)

Haha, you shouldn’t have said “everything”! XD

My first and foremost recommendation is always #hannibal meta. Below are directions for how to look up posts before any date and time, which I recommend for getting back to the posts that came out while the show was airing. Usually, meta blossomed from right before the show started airing each season to about three months afterward, and then it would subside to lower levels with more speculation (and more drama XD) during hiatus. But you can find most everything still by just searching the tag, and it might be fun to read what people were saying as they were experiencing it. 

How to go to any date in general tumblr tags

just figured this out and i’m super excited~~~

So you know when you’re reading through general tumblr tags and the url looks like this (this is the url going one page back in that tag, from today, 3/30/2013):


Turns out the number at the end means something, and can be changed so you can go to the general tumblr tags for any date you specify.

For instance, if I want to go the one direction tag as of January 1, 2012, I would go to http://www.timestampgenerator.com, enter the date, and this number would be generated:


I replace the number in the above url with this number, to get this url:


And now I can see everything people tagged with “one direction” around the time of January 1, 2012. If you care about the exact timing, remember to specify your time zone (in GMT +/-x) and take note of the time zone that shows up by default on posts in dashboard mode (in xkit, you can set the time zone to your own with the ‘timestamp’ extension, other scripts and extensions may work differently).

What this number means (roughly) is the number of seconds that have passed since midnight January 1, 1970, GMT. It is also called Unix time and is a standard way of calculating timestamps for anything that is unix-based.


So just replace the example address above with “www.tumblr.com/tagged/hannibal%20meta?before=“ plus whatever number the timestamp generator gives you, and you can look at all the Hannibal meta that existed up to that date (I assume without posts or blogs that have been since deleted).

For fun, you could do it with #hannibal or with #hannigram, too. This could be a good throwback Thursday kind of activity.

Some blogs:

@22drunkb (she has her own masterpost, very organized, makes the rest of us look bad)

@genufa (I think she has a masterpost of just a few things, and then from there I suspect her tagging system is even worse than mine)

@existingcharactersdiehorribly (comprehensively tags, but I don’t think indexes…the mysteries of her tagging system have never been revealed to me)

A couple of the oldest meta blogs have deleted, so I can’t help you there, and there have been a few spectacular posts from people just wandering through, so the tag would be your best bet for that. 

Quite a few members of the fandom who are primarily fic writers or gif makers or artists or whatever dabble in meta fairly regularly. I don’t think I could give a comprehensive list without leaving people out, so I won’t try.  XD But you’ll see them in the tags or in the comments of the posts in the tags, so you’ll find them. 

Good luck and welcome!

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 14

Pairing: JDM x OFC, 
Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs


Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart.
Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, Suicide, discription of suicide, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please 


(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)

TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies @daddy-kink-confirmed @wayward-mirage @aquivercactus @xagateophobiax @sorenmarie87 @missghoul18 @jdmfanfiction @jeffreydeanneganstrash @mkate-writes-things @srj1990

   The next morning when I woke up I was greeted with warm hands and a strong chest pressed against me. Smiling, I rolled over and opened my eyes, expecting to see Robbie.

   It was not Robbie. My mouth dropped open but he put his fingertips to my lips to silence me before I could speak.

   "I’m not going to say I told you so. I’m just going to say I love you and I’m here if you need anything.“

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I don't know if you're active or not atm but I'm still gonna ask this question (also sorry if this has been asked before, I don't recall seeing it anywhere on this blog). Do you know if/think Eric and Dylan said anything to each other just before they shot themselves? -K

Hi! I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus of late, as I’m sure you’re aware of by now, but I appreciate the fact that you’ve sent me this question regardless!

I did mention this in some posts before, which you can find by searching my blog with the term ‘last words’ (or just by clicking this nifty link lol), but it’s always good to get a chance to revisit this.

The only two people who could have feasibly heard Eric and Dylan say their last words are Patrick Ireland and Lisa Kreutz, who’d both suffered very extensive injuries that prevented them from escaping the library between the shooting and the suicides. Both Patrick and Lisa passed in and out of consciousness and their own pain undoubtedly impacted anything they sensed. As such, the most we have from their statements are the coughing that Patrick heard (assumed to be Dylan’s last breaths) and the “are you still with me? we’re still gonna do this, right?”-statement that Lisa picked up on.

We do not know if Eric and Dylan said anything to each other before they shot themselves. Not factually, at least, because the only two witnesses to their suicides suffered severe trauma that impacted their recollections and observations of the goings-on in the library. Hypothetically speaking, though, we could say that it’s plausible they did – and just as plausible that they didn’t. I have always been fond of the theory that they walked toward the library in silence and that their last words to each other were of the mundane variety (like “you still good on ammo?” “yup”) rather than deeply meaningful. I think they were both very much on their own islands by the time they returned to the library, though they still worked together to engage the cops outside in a way that made the ‘rescue’ of Rachel Scott and Richard Castaldo that much harder.

A lot of the focus for Dylan has always been on his suicidal ideation. People seek to understand Dylan through this, and have used his suicidal ideation as the main reason why he wished to participate in the massacre. It’s not a stretch to assume that Dylan was at once scared and hopeful when the time had finally come to follow through on his thoughts. He was elated about dying, but ritualised his death to the point where he was using all these little things as a way to stave off his nerves about dying. I can see him not speaking because it would take away from the moment he was having in which he finally came to terms with his own death.

With Eric, people’s focus has unfortunately always been mostly on his homicidal ideation. I have said for years that we need to take a really close look at Eric’s suicidal ideation, too, if we’re going to have any hope of understanding Eric at all, and we need to take into account what this signifies in terms of the massacre as well. Eric was very callous with himself and seems to have been painting a target of ‘come and get me I am right here’ onto his back throughout. I honestly will always believe that Eric had anticipated suicide by cop, or some other variation that did not lead to him actually having to pull the trigger on himself. For Eric, dying was an afterthought. I have written a lot on Eric’s suicide over the course of time, but my main takeaway from it has always been that Eric hated himself more than he ever hated anyone else. By the time he was prepared to kill himself, he was likely stuck in this vicious cycle of self-loathing and desperation/panic that would prevent him from speaking.

I think what I really want to say is.. they came to that school together after months of planning together, they killed other people together, they wreaked havoc together, they caused tragedy together, they died by each other’s side.. but in their minds, they died alone. The connection between them severed, their friendship no more than background noise, their own motivations and demons coming out for their final end. If that is bleak, I apologise – it’s my own observation of their deaths, though, and as such the most logical response to your question.

ltleflrt  asked:

I'm on s5 of my hiatus re-watch and I just watched the episode where Jo and Ellen die. And the scene where Jo is telling them she's going to die and she'll stay behind to stop the hellhounds is almost the same as the s12 episode where Cas was dying from the stab wound. Their stomach wounds were in the same place. A mother knelt next to her left side while the boys stood above her. And Dean was in love with Jo and Cas in both scenarios. Dean never got to kiss Cas tho :(

Yeah. OH gosh. I think the comparison was deliberate, because there were a lot of callbacks to 5.10 in 12.12. They were both about Crowley providing them rather key information about magical weapons (the Colt, the Lance of Michael). In fact the bit about the Colt… Crowley returned it to them in 5.10 (after having “stolen” it from them in or having it stolen from them back in s3, and then he promptly stole it back again to give to Ramiel), and a Winchester stole it back in 12.12.

I mean, 5.10 was called Abandon All Hope, and we nearly got to that point in 12.12. Cas didn’t get a kiss, or even really the equivalent of a kiss (an answer to his “I love you.”) He came just about as close to dying as it was possible to do without actually dying… And the fact he didn’t die was a neat subversion.

Now post 12.23, there’s still unsettled things between Dean and Cas, but now I think Dean’s gonna have at least a few episodes to focus on his regrets. Jo also had a chance to choose for herself to make that sacrifice, and at the time it was for a good cause, would help them keep fighting… even if it turned out that their weapon was ineffective against Lucifer and they wouldn’t win that particular fight. At least they WON the fight against Ramiel.

anonymous asked:

I'm starting to doubt that you even ship starco at this point considering the fact that you barely interact with the svtfoe fandom and even when you do it mostly has to do with janstar. Also I remember when you said that you'd be more active with the svtfoe fandom once it came back from hiatus but the doesn't seem to be the case as you seem to be still more preoccupied with Miraculous even though that show is on its own hiatus. I'm really sorry if this sounds mean but that's just what I noticed

Before I made this account, I had a blog called ask-mama-rivaille, it was an ask blog dedicated to Attack on Titan. Everything I posted and drew was from SnK. It was SO FUN lol but after huh I think uhhh 2 years I got bored and kind of annoyed because it was only Attack on Titan. I didn’t feel free to draw whatever I wanted…and that really sucks. THEN I WAS LIKE “DUDE THIS NEEDS TO STOP” so I decided to create spatziline aka the blog where I could be free to post whatever I wanted, didn’t matter what fandom.  


THE JANSTAR THING THOUGH. Let’s talk about Janstar. Since June 17th, 2015 <– date when I drew my first Janstar comic, I’ve been praying for a Janna and Star interaction. I WAS LOSING FAITH, ANON. I drew some fanart to keep me happy… For a long time though the Janstar tag on Tumblr had huh… 7 posts and 6 of them were mine. You know, the Janstar family was and is small, really small. SO THEN, AFTER MORE THAN ONE FREAKING YEAR OF WAITING OR HOPING, THE THING THAT I WANTED TO HAPPEN, HAPPENED. AND THAT’S NOT ALL, THE JANSTAR TAG HAS MORE POSTS! It’s LIKE huh…the feeling when you get an A on an advanced calculus test you didn’t study for. LET ME HAVE THIS MOMENT OF GLORY, I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT STARCO, I PROMISE. I’M JUST TOO HAPPY FOR JANSTAR. 

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm so glad this blog keeps posting (so many of those I follow are on hiatus…) Could I please request Nebuya seeking help from the Rakuzan team on how to treat women because he got an arranged marriage soon? The girl seemed very nice and Nebuya do not want to scare her away. I just love the Rakuzan team <3

We’ll stick around as long as there’s great things to write! ୧ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ୨

“Show off how strong you are!” Grabbing on to one of his forearms, Hayama flexed the muscles he had. A large grin was on his face as he continued with, “Ladies like that kind of thing, you know? She’s going to see how much of a great and reliable guy you’ll be for her!”

She was just sitting there and staring at the table, hands folded neatly in her lap. Whether she was actually paying attention to the conversation or not, Nebuya didn’t know. Not like he could blame her though; he had already stopped listening halfway through his parents’ story about how they’d met her parents years ago.

“Eikichi, you must work out a lot.” Her father’s sudden comment nearly caught him off guard.

With an enthusiastic grin, he nodded. Finally, something he could talk about for hours on end was making it’s way to dinner’s conversation. “I go to the gym every day for a few hours at least.”

Her father hummed in response and, out of the corner of his eye, he could see her look up as well. “How much can you lift?” The older man’s question was full of curiosity for his soon to be son-in-law.

Thinking this as his chance, Nebuya stood from his seat instead of giving a verbal response. The grin was still glued to his face as he explained, “I think it’d be easier for me to show you rather than tell you. I’ve been working out a lot and it’s really paying off.”

She was confused at first when Nebuya pulled out her chair with her still in it; was he asking her to move for a moment? The sudden weightlessness had definitely caught her off guard and the little shriek that left her lips caught everyone off guard as well. She definitely had not expected Nebuya to pick up her chair with her still in it. Despite the fact he was doing it so effortlessly, she still squealed for him to set her down immediately.

“You can’t just lift me up out of nowhere!”

Remind Nebuya to never take advice from Hayama ever again.

“Buy her something nice.” Mibuchi placed a finger on his lips, humming in contemplation as he thought about all the things a woman would love to get as a gift. “Since you two haven’t been around each other much yet, maybe something simple. Flowers would be nice.”

Nebuya felt a little awkward with the large bouquet of flowers in his hands. He definitely looked out of place; a burly man with a handful of posies and lilacs and dandelions and — hell, he had no idea what he had bought at the store or what they were called. He just knew they were expensive as hell and definitely more money than they were worth.

Would she have noticed if he’d just picked a few flowers out of his neighbor’s yard instead?

The sound of her front door clicking open had Nebuya in a bit of a panic as he hid the bouquet behind his back, wanting them to be a surprise. Hopefully he hadn’t crushed them in his quick movement.

“Oh, you came to visit today,” she said upon opening the door, voice laced with surprise. The way her nose crinkled, almost as if she were about to sneeze, had Nebuya staring in wonder of how she could be so cute.

“Y-Yeah.” He mentally cursed at himself; since when did he stutter in front of a woman? In an attempt to salvage his pride, he brought out the flowers in a hurry. As he presented them to her, a few of the petals fluttered to the ground. “I got these for you.”

It was like a chain reaction. The wind had blown, the flowers had rustled, and her eyes had widened all in succession. Nebuya thought it was a good sign until her fit of sneezing started, wracking her body with the sudden movements. With one hand she covered her mouth and with the other she closed the door a bit, keeping the flowers as far away as she could without actually shutting Nebuya out.

“T-That’s really sweet, but I’m actually pretty allergic to pollen.”

Now Nebuya had to ask Mibuchi for hypoallergenic alternatives to flowers.

“In the books and movies, the guy is always saving the damsel in distress.” Mayuzumi flipped through his book, looking for a specific picture he remembered that depicted the exact scene he was describing. “The girl always ends up swooning for the guy who saved her.”

The guy leaning over her was an annoying prick. Nebuya couldn’t even hear the nonsense he was babbling and he was already sure his opinion was one hundred percent fact. It didn’t take the burly man long to stalk over to his future wife, his large figure looming above that of the guy who was chatting her up and obviously making her feel uncomfortable.

“Hey,” Nebuya started, voice gruff and annoyed. “I don’t think she wants to be talking to the likes of you.”

The smirk that had been on the guy’s face dropped the moment he saw Nebuya, but not wanting to seem weak he put up a front, puffing his chest out a big to make himself seem bigger.

“I don’t think anybody asked for your opinion, man.” The guy bumped chests with Nebuya, pushing the taller man by only a fraction of an inch in the opposite direction. “Who are you to her, anyway?”

There was a growl in Nebuya’s voice as he answered with, “Her fiance.” And in a matter of moments he had the guy’s shoulders between his hands, causing him to wince in pain. Nebuya merely shoved him in a different direction and the force of the action was enough to make the guy not want to put up a fight.

Turning back to his fiance, Nebuya noticed a look of apprehension in her eyes. He hadn’t gotten too physical with the guy bothering her, but something in the way she was staring at him made Nebuya feel as if he’d just lost some points in her book. That feeling was only solidified when she glanced away from him, looking for an escape out of this awkward situation. She stepped away before he could speak.

“Thanks for that, but I have to go.”

In retrospect, Mayuzumi had never told Nebuya to actually follow his advice.

Taking his friend’s shoulder, Akashi looked into his eyes. There was a sincerity in his look, almost as if he knew absolutely what he was talking about. In a soft tone, he gave the best advice he could offer in this situation. “Eikichi, just be yourself.”

He was on the verge of giving up; nothing he did would ever snag her attention in the way he wanted. Gradually he noticed his efforts to impress her were starting to become less frequent. Even now, mere moments before she was supposed to come over for dinner, he was idling away in the kitchen without giving her a second thought.

“Shit,” he cussed as the sauce from the tasting spoon spilled onto his shirt. Never mind the fact he should have changed into something nicer hours ago.

He’d been so engrossed in cooking and making everything perfect — not to impress her, but because he’d been looking forward to eating this dinner for a while — that he hadn’t noticed the kitchen door swing open.

“It smells really good in here.” Her voice had been soft, but it still startled Nebuya into dropping his spoon into the pot of boiling food. She squeaked, realizing her mistake. “A-Ah, I’m sorry for scaring you!”

“It’s no problem, really.” Nebuya normally didn’t fluster, but she’d caught him way off guard. It wasn’t every day people walked in on him while he was in the kitchen; he was pretty sure most of his family didn’t even know he could cook a decent meal.

As he walked around the small kitchen, looking for something that could let him salvage the spoon that had been lost, she stepped in and asked if there was any way she could be of help. It made Nebuya’s brain falter for a second; was she actually volunteering to spend some time with him? Looking back at her, the confusion on his face was obvious enough that it caused her to let out a soft laugh.

“I really like cooking too,” she said with a smile — and boy was it a cute one.

Nebuya made a mental note to go to Akashi for advice first from now on.

Middle Ground is Listening to Yourself

I see a lot of posts that say you should NEVER push yourself if you’re feeling even slightly less than 100% okay. I also see a few posts basically complaining about the former that say people are never going to accomplish anything if they don’t get off their asses and pull themselves up by their bootstraps or whatever.

So I’d like to propose a good middle ground. I’m a writer who works full-time, which means any writing I do happens outside of a full workday. I’m more privileged than many, but I hope I can offer up one of the most important lessons I’ve learned. Maybe it can help somebody else out.

Learn to listen to yourself. It will take trial and error, but there are days to push and days to pull back. Sometimes, the pattern won’t make sense. It will not match anyone else’s either, necessarily. Be kind to yourself.

Yesterday, I worked 12 hours, no lunch break, came home, and wrote 4k before going to bed. I was physically exhausted, but pushing myself mentally to write felt good. I had a lasting energy high from the long day and I let it carry me over into a productive evening.

Today, I worked a 7 hour shift with a long lunch. I’ve sort of half-heartedly written like 400 words. My body is still sore from yesterday, but today is also just a bit of a more tired day. I’m listening to a bunch of covers on youtube and mostly chilling out. I can feel that if I push myself right now, I’ll just be miserable and hate everything, so I won’t.

That doesn’t mean you should aim for 4k after a 12 hour workday. It doesn’t mean you should take a break after an easy day. This time last year, I was in a really rough place and taking a 4 month hiatus. Sometimes that’s what your mental/physical/emotional health is telling you. Sometimes, you just need to give yourself a little push. Be your own running buddy: you wouldn’t push your buddy to the point of injury and severe pain, but you also wouldn’t be running buddies if you never went running. Find a middle ground.

TL;DR, please listen to yourself. Learn when to push, learn when to chill out. Neither extreme is both healthy and practical.

I love seeing people coming down from their highs and starting to realize that this is not the worst thing that could happen. And also that Oliver is still Oliver. He makes stupid decisions, but that’s the point of his journey.

He will never get rid of his burden from the island and his previous days. He can’t; and as much as he tried, he can’t. Not fully. Remember this is still the guy who suffers from mental illness. He’s not always going to make right decisions. The past 6 months with Felicity changed him for better yes, but he will never be able to completely shake it off.

And also.. yes, he is lying to her, I get it. But that’s not the worst thing that can happen to a relationship. He didn’t either leave her or even contemplated leaving her. He didn’t cheat on her, or betray her, or chose someone over her. No, he still came home to her. He begged Samantha to tell Felicity, he begged her not to keep this away from her. He knows that this can’t go on forever and that he will have to tell her at some point. And yet, despite that, he’s still snuggling up with Felicity, ignoring the blissful fact that this is gonna crash and burn at his feet. 

He’s desperate, guys. His whole life just changed and he’s scared of what will happen. He knows he can’t loose Felicity. Barry’s words put doubt in him, I’m sure. He told him that they broke up when she found out. Do you really think Oliver ignored that warning? No. He can’t contemplate life without Felicity by his side so he chose to do what he know the best: keep secrets and pray that he won’t loose her. It’s not going to be that easy but he’ll realize that soon enough. If you need any more proofs, just think about the fact the he wants to propose to her next episode. He knows that this will bite him in the head so he’s rushing to propose to her, to have her with him forever, to make sure he won’t loose her. Kid or no kid, Oliver never has and never will doubt his life with Felicity. That I am sure of. 

If you think that this decision was easy for him, you’re lying to yourself. I bet you that he’s going to be thorn about this for as long as she doesn’t know. And when he loose her, he will do everything and anything to win her back, to earn her trust again. Cause that’s who Oliver Queen is. He makes bad choices, he has ups and downs, but he makes sure that he owns up to them. He makes sure to fix things and he will. This is his journey guys. This is his setback. Now that I think about this, I don’t even think this is a character regression. Okay maybe a little but Oliver, regardless of how happy and trustful and at peace he is, he won’t be able to reach that mindset in which he’s fully able to make wise decisions, to open up and to trust people closest to him, that quick. His catharsis to say, just began at the end of season 3. He’s not gonna be a changed man just because there was a 5 month hiatus. If it were that simple, what would be the point of having another 2 seasons. 

This is the story of Oliver Queen reaching peaceful and happy life. Season 4 so far was only a glimpse of what could he have once he gets rid off his burdens. Did we all think that this was it? That these months of bliss and happiness were finalized version of content Oliver Queen? Probably and now that I think about it, it was a naive thing to do. It’s only episode 8 of season 4. There are many more things he will have to face and go through in order to get his happy ending. Will he ever able to get rid of his burden? I don’t know. I believe, that his instinct to bottle up and take it all by himself will always be carried with him. But I also believe he will learn to control it. 

He will get happy ending with Felicity, we just need to be strong and patient enough to get it. Just buckle up, and please, by all that you hold most dear about this relationship, do not give up on them. 

Now if you want to discuss this or disagree with me, please go ahead but be respectful and don’t jump my throat. I am very fragile tonight and I don’t want to fight with anyone. :)

It’s been one year since I first experienced One Direction

Today marks one year since I first got dragged to a bloody One Direction concert and I wanted to say a few bits, I don’t know what, really, but I had to.

I was looking through my old whatsapps conversations earlier that I’d had with my friend who took me. I was looking for a specific conversation about Harry (more about that later) but I found SO MUCH that I want to show all of you (below the cut, but I have a bit more to say first)

I’ll probably do another gushy post when I hit my Tumblr anniversary but thank you so much to all of you for making this fandom bearable. I first kept up to date on things on Twitter and when I joined Tumblr, I was a self-proclaimed “Larry fence sitter”. I followed a big load of Larrie blogs (some of which I suppose I still follow) and despite saying I wasn’t going to be a Larry blog and saying I was gonna mix it up a bit, get rid of some of the Larries and pull back from the whole Larry thing for a while, it never really happened. Just as, when I started to become interested in the band, I said I would take a break from bingeing on them and I never did go a day without living and breathing these four boys. 

Anyway, it didn’t take me long at all to fall of that fence. I got far more than I bargained for when I looked into this little conspiracy and thought the larries were a bit loopy at times and completely misread the situation and the larries. There were a lot of comments by me I passed by in my whatsapp scrolling that made me cringe. It wasn’t easy to see how sceptical I used to be.

(what follows is an essay. With subheadings and everything, so you can even skip whole sections if you want)

(This whole post is entirely UNNECESSARY but I had to get it all out for me)

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freckldbellamy  asked:

Hi. Your blog is lovely. I was just wondering if you could rec your favorite bellarke fics?

I’m sO GLAD you asked!

I hope you’re ready for this (** = a favourite…..who am I kidding, they’re all favourites…)

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I’ve watched it an embarrassing number of times now (and I’m watching it again) and yet it still leaves me grinning like a fool each and every time. That’s true for most episodes since B&B got together, but the S7 premiere has a very special place in my heart.

I still remember watching the sneak peeks for the first time. They came out overnight while I was asleep and then I rewatched the kitchen and ILY scenes 3954895 times on my crappy phone while I was getting ready in the morning for school. LOL.

Seeing B&B have breakfast together at Booth’s place was just the most amazing thing because it meant they spent the night together! In the same bed!

And Brennan was being super adorable

and we are all Booth in this moment, basking in how precious she is!!! And then they kiss! And there’s no mistletoe or angst and it isn’t a coma dream or flashback! :O 

No further comment necessary ;)

And it’s the first time we see them say ILY to each other, without that pesky atta-boy/atta-girl qualifier, lol.

Also, sigh, this moment still makes my heart flutter. Booth’s ‘I know’ is everything!!

Although they do have a pretty serious fight in the episode and some harsh words are said. In the end, they do actually talk like adults (what a novel concept on tv, lol) and the resolution scene in Brennan’s office is lovely. And so sets the trend of wonderful make up scenes for B&B that will follow in later seasons ;)

Imo, this episode sets up B&B’s relationship so perfectly. It’s a new start for them TOGETHER. And they only get better and grow even more as a couple after this :)

But who could have imagined that the episode was just a very small taste of all the epic stuff to come? If someone had told me back then that we would get F I V E seasons of B&B as couple, I would have laughed my head off. That kind of insanely good stuff doesn’t happen in tv land….?! Well it does if you’re a B&B fan :)

Gosh, can you believe that we’re heading into S11 and we’re going to see B&B with their SECOND child???!! (whaaaattttttt??????) I can’t wait! :D

( BONUS GIF, just because.)

anonymous asked:

So, do you still think that Olicity will reunite in the midseason finale, even after Wendy's interview where she says they might "not necessarily" reconcile this season? I guess Antonio is directing it! Also, big thanks to Fanmommer for putting that stupid bf storyline to rest. At least we know it is a short-lived thing now. It's getting pretty gross to watch. I'm thinking the bf is a symptom of Felicity's PTSD. Anyways, thanks in advance!

Well, first of all, I second the thanks to @fanmommer for writing that post. She did what the PR department and showrunners couldn’t do– give us a little hope.

I’m about to go on a rant. I apologize in advance because this goes completely beyond the question that you asked, but I’ve been wanting to get this off my chest for awhile.  

This may have a negative beginning and middle, but it has a somewhat positive end, so be sure to stick around for that. 

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anonymous asked:

I turn 19 in about 2 months so I am young, wild, and free. Meaning, I can make a few risks in my life and still be okay. I WILL risk EVERYTHING to even be in "breathing the same air" distance of one of the boys. I get mildly jealous when ppl meet the boys, go to concerts, etc but at the same time I'm so happy and it makes me think that hopefully one day that will be me haha

Well don’t be a creep and don’t run in front of a bus :)

Can I tell you a thing to give you some hope?

Young Lorna lovelovelovedddd the Backstreet Boys.  Young Lorna grew up very poor, but had a kind, wealthy uncle, and thought it was the best day of her life when she got to see the Backstreet Boys Into The Millennium Tour from a million miles away in 8th grade.  Fast forward through icky Black and Blue times, through my affair with *NSYNC, through high school, to the beginning of my early adulthood.  BSB had taken a 5 year hiatus at that point, a couple of them had gotten married, one had a child, but they were ready to get back together.  They did a tour called “Up Close and Personal.”  When my bff and I found out about it…I was like NO I CAN’T GET OBSESSED NO NO NO.  It was at Promowest (Now Lifestyles Pavilion in Columbus, Ohio) which is a TINY TINY TINY venue.  I agreed, and it was general admission so we went the night before to camp out.  We slept outside in line (not much sleep lol) and by morning rush hour, people were yelling at us out their windows asking what we were doing.  

We named ourselves the Sunrise Crew, and somebody happened to hear that they were giving away meet and greets on the radio.  We called to try to win, not expecting we would, but we DID.  (We were in battle on our old Samsung flip phones with the people behind us in line haha.)  We won 2 passes.  There were 3 of us. Nobody would budge all day, I had kind of thought, since I’d been a fan for much longer, friend number 3 would give up one of the spots for me.  My bff deserved to have it because she discovered them over in Germany before they’d even had anything released here.  I sucked it up and gave up my spot for my bff.  Later they went in, and happened to mention to the DJ that I surrendered my ticket up to her AND HE LITERALLY SENT THEM BACK OUT TO GET ME TO LET ME IN TOO. *cries*  So we met them, and I had front row for the first time in my life.  It will be 10 years ago in April.  They are still touring and releasing albums, and they just had a movie come out.  Kevin left for a couple years, the 4 toured without him, and then he came back. Now all of them are married, and 4/5 of them have children now.  It’s amazing and so beautiful to see.

That was the first time I met them, and on the drive home, I was laying in the back seat and falling asleep, and I remember laying there and I started crying thinking about how 8th grade baby Lorna would have never expected life to get better, let alone get that GOOD.  They were the biggest boyband in the world. They just SHOWED UP at TRL and so many fans wanted to literally just stand outside the building that they shut down times square.  I didn’t think I’d ever get to meet them.  Fast forward a few more years, I’ve met them several times because they offer AMAZING and affordable (for a working adult) VIP packages now.  I’ve been on a cruise with them.  I stood in the clear water of Half Moon Cay in the Bahamas while Nick rode around next to us on a Sea-Doo.  On the cruise, they had a pajama party night and played sleepover games.  They played Truth or Dare and one of the boys dared Howie to get up on the bar and imitate dry sex with a pillow.  He did it.  Years before that, Nick held my hands and looked me in the eyes and thanked me SO GENUINELY for still being a fan that I was uncomfortable with it when it first happened because I didn’t know how to deal with it.  I looked into AJ’s eyes and fistbumped him and congratulated him on his engagement.  I’ve met some of their wives, and Brian’s son.  I’ve gotten to thank all of the boys for helping me survive some of the worst and hardest years of my life.  None of these have been instances where I’ve stalked them, they’ve all been meeting opportunities, because the boys and fans are SO MUCH MORE MANAGEABLE AND ACCESSIBLE and in-tune with fanservice. (Trust me, there are still plenty of assholes in the fandom, but there are less and they can be dealt with.)

TL:DR - One Direction’s story won’t be exactly the same, but we will likely be able to come across them again sometime in our lives.  It’s amazing to me to see BSB post pictures with their kids on Instagram and share their lives with us like that when they’re not obligated to.  Can you imagine when it’ll be Louis and Harry?  It’s so beautiful.  I can’t wait to see 1D’s future after things slow down.