i'm trying to not let the fame go to my head

Hogwarts Headcannons
  • Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
  • Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
  • Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
  • Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
  • Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
  • Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
  • Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyes from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
  • Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
  • Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
  • Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
  • Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
  • Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
  • Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
  • Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizrd-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
  • Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
  • Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
  • Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly,<i> these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system?? Muggleborns are badasses!!</i>
  • Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are <i>terrified</i> of this frequent happening.
  • Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
  • Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
  • Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
  • Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
  • Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
  • Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
  • Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
  • Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
  • Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.
Cause I'm Lying (Dok2 x Reader)

First off, I know I dissapeared, sorry I had exams and as I wrote this scenario it got deleted and I had to write it all over again. This was requested by @hiybbprqag who is now one of my online friends. Here you go girl, enjoy!

Originally posted by ygnj

You weren’t something phenomenal. You were just a youtuber, no one really expected a relationship between a youtuber and a rapper, you had a fair amount of fans but looking through so many others that have tons of fame and power, you were just tiny in front of them. You did a lot of things, from vlogs and skits to reaction videos, mostly for khiphop but also some kpop.

You were reacting to dok2’s and the quiett’s new m/v ‘beverly ills’ when you said that if this video hits a specific amount of likes, you will try to do a video with them. Surprisingly your fans loved that idea and hit that number in just a few days, having you in excitement but also in fear, since you just now realised what you signed up for.

When dok2 replied to your message, it had you jumping through the roof. You were acting like a pure fangirl and you could not wait for the day of shooting.

Likely, they were just as chill as they seemed and had each other in a very comfortable level when you turned on the camera.

“What’s up guys, it’s me again. But today I am not alone, I am joined by two of the most influential men in khiphop, please welcome dok2 and the quiett”

You said as you started clapping by yourself and they said hello.

“I’m going to start being honest and let you know that I never thought you would reply to my message”

“when I first saw it I didn’t really think about it, but we were with Jay park at the time and he had seen you before so he told us to look you up, we did and here we are”

This time the quiett said. His reply made you give a very creepy comedic smile

“jay watches my videos, jay I see you baby. Call me”

You turned to the camera and did the basic phone gesture with your hand and winked to the camera, wiggling your eyebrows after and making the duo laugh.

Joon kyung had to admit that he was very quickly developing a crush on you. He had the chance to talk to you before the cameras started rolling and he had already started noticing things, your energy, your smile, your compassion, your comedic personality. Everything was making him more attracted to you as the seconds passed by.

“So that’s it for today. Thank you for watching and leave a like and subscribe to my channel cause hey! I had these two do random stuff with me in a video…. content! Bye”

you got up giggling at your self to turn off the camera, as they got up to stretch and move around a bit.

“Thank you guys so much, it really was an honor”

“Don’t mention it. Actually we were wondering if you wanted to come to the our studio tomorrow, maybe do a vlog of yours”


And that is how your relationship with joon kyung started. It felt like it was meant to be, he slowly started to appear in more of your videos and you became a regular at his studio.

You were lucky enough to be one step ahead from the media and actually be the one to announce your relationship.

The tabloids had already suspected something but it was not until you posted a vlog with him shopping and calling him “babe and him calling you “baby girl”, the highlight was a kiss on the cheek and had everyone tripping balls.

You mostly stayed under the radar, you didn’t share a lot of skinship or anything like that. Not only it was not your cup of tea, what was also not helping was that your man was on the spotlight and everyone would love to see some skinship, most of them wanted it so they can judge you for it. So you both agreed on keeping that behind closed doors.

“ So what is so important that could not wait”

You said as you hugged joon kyung’s cat cash, well now that you had a house together it became ore of your cat, although rollie stayed loyal to his original owner.

“you know the show infinity challenge? they asked me to be in one of their episodes”

“oh I love the infinity challenge”

You were struggling to stay awake. Joon kyung pretty much demanded for you to stay awake for some “special news”

“They want me to do a house tour, and I want you to be with me”

“I will be in it if they want me to”

“I told them I won’t do it unless you are there”

You slowly turned your head to look at him with a glare that could kill a man.

“you’re slipping on the couch”



You were the one to open the door for the crew to come in, with your boyfriend right beside you. Your profession might be around cameras but right now you were having a mini heart attack.

You smiled politely and greeted the MC with a warm smile. Acting like having multiple cameras and microphones on your house and recording every second was normal.

“this is your house? Wow it’s beautiful”

“yeah y/n did the decoration”

You knew very well this was Joon kyung’s way to get to your good side. You just smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder

“if I left it up to him it would be all gold and we would have no money”

You joked but there was some truth in it. Joon kyung is kind of extreme and he has an addiction to gold.

“should we take a look around the house?”

“Sure, let’s do it”

“And this is the last room which we call it ‘chill time’ ”

You opened the door and then the light. Here it was the bade of the things you both liked to do in your spare time.

“Wow, you got a lot of history comics”

“don’t get fooled. He has not finished half of them, he always picks new ones and leaves them to catch dust”

“hey, I will finish them”

“you have some of them before you even met me”

“woah, she is feisty”

the MC butted in, as he tried to control his giggle.

“she is right though, I promise i will finish them”

“why don’t I believe you?”

“cause i’m lying”

anonymous asked:

42. "Stop being so cute." :)

42. “Stop being so cute.”

“No, no, no!” you shake your head and place your hand on Harry’s bicep. “’t’s not the number of cards you have that’s the issue. ‘t’s the fact that you have absolutely no idea how to play the game.”

“Well then tell me!” he bursts out, throwing his hands in the air. 

“Been tryin’ to! For the past half hour!” you laugh and bury your face in the side of the sofa, little snorts escaping through your giggles.

Harry grunts in frustration and snatches the cards out of your hands, beginning to shove all of the cards back in the box. He mumbles about how if capitalism weren’t so rampant in the world today, it would be much easier to learn how to play a simple card game while intoxicated. You choose not to mention that he just dropped at least  €6000 on new Gucci items within the past day and a half and has absolutely no place to be grumbling about capitalism, but you feared he might actually become mad and not speak to you for the rest of the evening.

You hiccup with laughter and make an attempt to stand up from your seated position on the floor, against the coffee table in Harry’s living room. “Gotta pee,” you say as you grab onto the side of the table in an attempt to stabilize yourself. You place your palm on your mate’s head as you walk by, climbing over his spider-like limbs. He takes a swig from the bottle of Fireball with one hand and shoos you off with the other.

In the silence of the bathroom, you begin to realize how intoxicated you really are. You will yourself to sober up, pinching the skin on your cheeks, knowing that you have to work in the morning. But it’s been so long since you’ve gotten to hang out with just Harry, and you missed your best friend. Looking down at the chipped nail polish on your fingernails, you swallow harshly, trying to physically push familiar feelings back down into your gut. 

Keep reading

freakykrazykenzie  asked:

Hey! I'm so gonna request a bunch of things, I just love your writing! Can I get an imagine where the reader is a famous musical actress and her and Ethan were secretly dating. Ethan than tells all of his gaming youtube friends that he has a girlfriend for months and they freak out when they see her? Really random I know!

ahh!!! thank you so much, babe!! i appreciate it. i never get asks like this!! this is adorable omf,, tysm!


So you were a busybody, okay, sure- but look at how far you’ve come.

You never thought this many people would know your name. You’re amazed daily by how many people recognize you, and how many paparazzi come to photograph you. Granted, your stylists and dressmakers are absolutely amazing, and you can never thank them enough. You’ve tried so hard not to let fame go to your head, and honestly? You try to rock an example point of view; not too much makeup, not too much skin, and not nothing at the same time. The time of va-va-voom everybody looks for in a humble yet beautiful girl, especially on the runway.

You started off as a child actress, working your way up the ranks, and you never thought that one of your shows would be such a big hit. You call it “yours”, but you didn’t write it. It’s just the show you got a lead in, and managed to make happen. And of course, it being musical was only the beginning. Apparently, your singing voice is something to savor all across Instagram, and although you’re still keeping a light mind when it comes to compliments, hearing it often is not bad for your self-esteem.

And yet… you’re struggling somewhat with balancing your life, your work… and Ethan.

You met him at an opening night for some shoe you forget the name of. He was dressed up, you were dressed up, and there was some small talk here and there, but all and all, what drew you to him was how you were treated like a human. Sure, you shouldn’t expect people to know who you are right off the bat, but you also don’t feel like it’d be a bad thing to be prepared for some seriously rude questions.

But with Ethan, he seemed like he knew who you were, and still just… treated you like a friend.

“Hi,” he’d said, “You’re Y/N, right? Pleasure to meet you, I’m a huge fan.” His smile was contagious and he shook your hand. “I’m Ethan.”

Because it was so late, he even offered to stay with you so you could get into your car safely. Creeps on the street are not something you enjoy, and he understood completely and even offered you a ride “in the least creepy way possible, I swear”, but you had a car coming and he was fine with that, too.

You laughed, hesitated, and then gave him your number. Told him he had to keep it a secret, everything, or he’d be in big trouble and you’d have to get a new phone. Again.

He promised up and down that your secret was safe with him.

It only took a couple of months of texting back and forth to realize how much you really liked Ethan. You learned that he was frequently on the Internet making a fool of himself in the best way, and even showed you the “stupid” videos he posted. They were adorable in your opinion, and you couldn’t help but watch a bunch of them before you went to bed… every night. He was just so charming.

He made the first move to suggest asking you out, and you texted him back a “fuck it, yeah” because that’s how he’s influenced you. You laugh about how little you used to swear, and how much he’s changed you.

He took you out to dinner and dancing and it was… so amazing.

It felt childish for you to talk to him so often, but you’re for sure “in like” with him, and he kept on responding to your messages. There were a couple nights when you’d Skype, and he’d just seem eager and adorable and rambly. And his entire personality had won you over so quickly that you didn’t know what you were going to do with yourself. It’s kind of unheard of for celebrities to walk red carpets with anybody who has below millions of dollars, but you had one of your designers start making a blue tuxedo. It was an impulsive buy.

“Ethan,” you’d said one day, while lounging on your couch with your head in his lap. He was playing with your hair and squishing your cheeks. “Do you wanna walk the red carpet with me next week?”

Ethan looks so pricelessly excited. “Uh, duh, who would say no to that?”

“My agent,” you joke, and he laughs. “We can call it a date if you want. Just smile for the camera and try not to do anything too cheesy.”

“I would never try to embarrass you like that,” he sounds serious. “You’re way too cute.”

“What about your friends? You always talk about them, but are you gonna tell them you’re running off with your… “famous”, psh, girlfriend to an event?“

“Weeeeell, y'see… I haven’t told them we’re dating yet. They’d kinda freak out a little, I think. A, that I have a girlfriend, and B, that you’re my girlfriend.”

You’re blushing a little. He sounds adorable calling you his girlfriend. “Yeah, I get it. But you could invite them if you wanted.”

“I’ll think about it, okay?” He runs his fingers through your hair, fluffing it out. “For now we can just sit here and you can be beautiful.”

You giggle.

You’re a little worried that he isn’t going to show up.

For one thing, even if he doesn’t, you’re assured that you’ll still look good. And although you might be a little frustrated, Ethan only ever has good reasons for being absent. You’ve got on a floor-length electric blue dress with a high leg slit and a… too-plunging-for-your-taste neckline. But it’s really comfortable fabric with a flowy skirt. You really hope Ethan likes it, and that he enjoys his tuxedo. It looks amazing on him, he tried it on for you before the show.

About five minutes later, Ethan pokes his head in. His hair dye is faded blue-purple, but his hair is tied up in a bun, anyways. He even has on stage makeup from an artist, probably. His glasses look adorable. And he even gasps when he sees you.

“You look fucking amazing.”

“I could say the same to you, holy-”

He picks you up in a hug and spins you around, before giving a gentle kiss to your cheek. Then he takes your arm in his and lets you lean on him like all of those adorable runway pictures, and you tilt his head down to see you. You give him a huge smile.

“Don’t look into any camera in particular, okay? Just look off into the distance, it makes all the pictures look a little better. Act like you like me,” you tease, and the agent gives you two the cue to walk.

Ethan’s a natural at handling all of the cameras. He follows your advice, gives you a kiss on the cheek, smiles, and holds tightly onto you. That’s the only indication that he’s nervous. Otherwise, his entire body is calm and collected.

He walks off the paparazzi section of the carpet with you, mumbling something about his phone.

“I got a text from Mark,” he says, and you look expectantly up at him. “He’s spamming me "what the fuck” and a picture of us backstage.“

"But… nobody took a picture of us backstage?”

“Maybe the security gaurd? It’s me spinning you around. The fuck is this?”

“Secret’s out now, Ethan. Gotta deal with me dating you in full force now,” you joke, to make him laugh before you keep walking.

After the event, you get a text from Ethan.

“I think all of my friends have a crush on you, too :P”

Originally posted by ethanscrankycrew

why davos seaworth is in my top five forever and ever

other answer to the anon here who wants to know why davos is in my top five among the rest. beware this might get wordy.

short answer: because chuck norris wears davos pajamas at night and he wishes he were half as badass.

no, okay, serious answer, have a top ten:

  • first, we’re talking about a guy who has managed the impossible in these books. as in, this dude managed to survive five asoiaf books and most likely will survive the sixth and he did that by telling the truth to the face of everyone he interacted with. like. guys. he managed that. how do you not love someone who has pulled out the Greatest Feat In These Books aka staying alive while actually being a decent human being without losing limbs in the process? well okay he doesn’t have some of his fingertips but that’s pre-canon, so. I mean, you have to love him just for that.
  • second: this guy is fucking awesome and he’s just - I love how he rises up to the occasion every time, how he works for what he has and how he’s totally not bullshitting about anything he does, never mind that he’s a former commoner criminal who raised up in society and made the most out of it. I mean, he gets a noble title after saving stannis’s hide at storm’s end, people make fun of him because of the onions and what does he do? he picks onions as his house sigil because he’s not a dumbass and he knows what brought him there. he gets nominated hand of the king? he fucking learns to read and write because he knows you can’t be an illiterate hand of the king, and he’s an adult by that point, it’s not exactly easy.
  • actually, shows that you don’t need to be literate to be the smartest man in the room, and I just love how before that he keeps on proving everyone about it even if his peers don’t think he’s the real deal. well, fuck them.
  • third: guys, there’s a reason why you see stannis not being cold at all just when interacting with him, because this badass is someone else who does not judge people, who does see beyond their fame/attitude/name and that is why he’s friends with stannis who has no other friends pretty much, and that’s mostly because people judge him pre-handedly - like I kind of die on how davos just loves stannis that much while most of the rest of the world dislikes him based on his apparently noncharming personality (which is by the way not just his fault, but). and I just die over how stannis who also doesn’t care about your background if he has good reasons to like you loves davos that much okay guys I’m weak.
  • fourth: Actual Decent Husband And Father Of The Century Or At Least Top Three Material. Or, guys, he might think that he’s been a bad husband/father and so on, but he actually managed to raise up his kids and maintain his family when he was a smuggler living in flea bottom with no real money, then he also accepted his title so he could give them a better life, he made sure his children got everything he didn’t (an education in primis because he knows you go ahead in the middle ages with it), he loves them all so much and guys. the letter he wrote to marya when he thought he was gonna die. guys. MY FEELS. HE’S JUST SUCH A DECENT GUY I’M CRY.
  • fifth: he’s the kind of decent/honest guy who will call out a room full of freys on talking shit about robb stark and the red wedding because he knows it’s the right thing to do when he knows they could and would most probably have him killed. and he didn’t know it’d gain him his out of jail free card when he did that and guys that was the most badass moment in adwd not counting theon jumping, k?
  • sixth: while he’s actually a nice honest guy it’s not like he’s naive or that he assumes that everyone will be nice and honest and honorable which is probably what kept him alive when it killed ned, but like I just love how this man knows perfectly how the world works and he knows that people are horrid but it doesn’t mean that he has to stoop down to that level and he keeps on living the way he thinks is right and I just really admire him for it okay.
  • seventh: at least we have a pov who was not born a noble and who knows perfectly what kind of shit commoners face and let me tell you that’s fucking refreshing and you can see he has an entire different perspective from how about everyone else and that he is a lot more cognizant of how much people put at stake in any given situation. (which is why stannis likes him that much along with his honesty I suppose.)
  • eight: he actually has self-awareness the way a lot of people in these books have not. he knows his strengths and weaknesses and he knows where he went wrong and he knows his faults, see that fucking letter he wrote to marya all over again. christ. I cried when I read it okay. 
  • ninth: being inside his head makes me fairly happy because at least I have someone who’s not trying to outsmart anyone, who’s straight about what happens and who is actually also a pretty damn wholesome guy. considering the average in asoiaf I really like having a break.
  • HE’S THE KIND OF GUY WHO WILL ACCEPT SOMEONE CUTTING OFF HIS FINGERTIPS BECAUSE IT’S FAIR AFTER SAVING THAT PERSON’S LIFE. I mean. Guys. I really like people who have the intellectual honesty to do it, what can I do?

bonus: show!davos is about the one character who didn’t get completely butchered, and he’s also the atheist representation I need and deserve even if I love the book version as well also in that one stannis is that representation so I’m good with either.

Also, as a friend of mine once said, 90% of the smarts in westeros probably went to him, and I’ll reiterate but he’s the most badass in the good way and I’ll fight anyone on that I love davos seaworth to pieces thank you for your time.

Oshea Jackson Jr - iTunes Q&A
  • Question: What's your favorite song?
  • O'shea: The Perfect Beat by Afrika Bambatta
  • Q: What's the scariest movie you've ever seen?
  • O'shea: I don't get scared by movies, really. But I'm easily disturbed. When I first saw 'Hills Have Eyes', I couldn't get some images out of my head. Still actually
  • Q: What's your favorite movie starring your dad?
  • O'shea: All about the benjamins. Super Suuuuper underrated
  • Q: What's your favorite Ice Cube song?
  • O'shea: Natural Born Killaz
  • Q: Whe do you think you'll finish screenwriting at USC?
  • O'shea: When I feel like my writing is missing something. I'll know it's time to sharpen back up and get to my cinematic roots.
  • Q: When can we expect music from you?
  • O'shea: Ingratiate I would love to do music. I still snap over instruments to myself. But they might typecast ya mans if I put certain type record. For now I'm focused on my craft as an actor but my older brother and I have started a producing team.
  • Q: Why haven't you used your snap?
  • O'shea: Everytime I'm on any social media I'm just thinking. "Why am I not on instagram?"
  • Q: What is your favorite part in SOC?
  • O'shea: Smashing Bryan Turners office. We've all wanted to break things with a bat before.
  • Q: What do you like to do in your free time?
  • O'shea: Crush my enemies. Not really. But I'm a real Nerd and I am completely unapologetic. When I gotta unwind it's video game time.
  • Q: Why didn’t you release the video for ‘Ain’t No Place’? Was it because of being typecast?
  • O'shea: Yes. With the movie having buzz around the Academy I didn't want any possibility of the song affecting the film. And I didn't want it to look like I'm Ice Cube part 2 out here. lol.
  • Q: Were you nervous about trying out for the movie?
  • O'shea: I was extremely nervous. I had to audition for two years and when you've never been through the process. You don't know what could've made you or boke you during that little time you had auditioning. If I didn't take the role. The world woulda killed me. If I didn't win the role. The world woulda killed me. And I was it was as movie. The world woulda killed me. At the end of the day, nothing was gonna sop me from immortalizing my dad in film. A lot of people ain't want me to get the part. Be he did and that's all I needed.
  • Q: Celeb crush?
  • O'shea: She's taken already. Don't wanna start waves.
  • Q: Did you practice some of the songs with your father or did you learn on your own?
  • O'shea: The performance and studio scenes in SOC are me in my element. What I'm used to doing. So when I was there it's like, wait y'all want me to rap my DAD's songs? I BEEN DOIN THIS.
  • Q: Were any of the scenes hard to do?
  • O'shea: More cowbell #SNLjoke
  • Q: Actors you look up to?
  • O'shea: Denzel and Leo
  • Q: Did you re-record some of Cube's verses or lip sync?
  • O'shea: We recorded the whole album, fam
  • Q: Marvel or DC?
  • O'shea: If you gotta ask. Somethin must be wrong.
  • Q: Do you like your fathers older movies?
  • O'shea: of course. People don't appreciate what a great film Players Club is.
  • Q: Do you ever feel pressure to surpass all that your father has accomplished?
  • O'shea: I've felt it since I was in the 5th grade. (The pressure) it doesn't come from him. All of it comes from me because I don't want to feed into the narrative of talent skips a generation or the whole "was born on 3rd base, and thought he hit a triple." Aspect. I'm so appreciative of my blessings and the only way to ensure my own legacy is to perfect my craft.
  • Q: Worst movie you've ever seen?
  • O'shea: Movie 43
  • Q: Best compliment you've ever heard?
  • O'shea: When I hear that I inspire someone. Being a celebrity is cute and all but it's smoke and mirrors. I understand that this all can be taken away in an instant. FAME is a jellyfish. Yeah it's beautiful but don't you dare get wrapped up in it. So while I do have a platform, the best thing i can do is to encourage or inspire. If not i'm just being selfish.
  • Q: Are you going to see Kobe play his very last game?
  • O'shea: Yeah I'll be the guy crying uncontrollably being escorted by security
  • Q: Would you take a role in a Tyler Perry movie?
  • O'shea: Is it about a single parent overcoming obstacles while still maintaining their strong christian values?
  • Q: What artist would we be surprised you listen to?
  • O'shea: I love Imagine Dragons and F.U.N.
  • Q: How was it growing up as ice cubes son?
  • O'shea: It has it's perks of course. But kind of annoying until you grow up lol. I have to put people through so many trials in order for you to be considered my friend. You don't know people's motives. My friend Tanner was my very first friend EVER. Met in kindergarten. Just said 'hey I'm Shea lets be friends.' After that.....Everyone else know me as ice cubes son. But my friends. Call me Shea. And it's 5 of them. You just grow up thinking different being ice cubes son.
  • Q: Would you want your kids to follow in your footsteps?
  • O'shea: If it was their choice by all means. My parents allowed us to find our own paths. But give everything your best effort because if you don't, then why are you doing it?
  • Q: What advice would you give your younger self?
  • O'shea: learn how to dunk
  • Q: Fave Rappers?
  • O'shea: Dwayne Michael Carter and Sean Anderson
  • Q: Which Ice Cube verse is your fave?
  • O'shea: "G-d damn I'm glad y'all set it off....."
  • Q: What's your fave app?
  • O'shea: ESPN Radio
  • Q: Will you answer me on day? :(
  • O'shea: "Maybe one Day..." - Drake
  • Q: Do you like Justin Biebers new album?
  • O'shea: I would be lying if I said Justin Bieber didn't have a few tracks on that thang
  • Q: Do you think education is necessary?
  • O'shea: I definitely feel that education is important. But I also feel the mind will not process information it feels it doesn't need. Find what interests you and educate.
  • Q: Growing up, what was the biggest problem you faced?
  • O'shea: Keepin the snakes out the grass.
  • Q: What type of films would you develop as a screenwriter? Is there certain topics that you're passionate about?
  • O'shea: I'm into smart comedies. And movies that don't give a lot away so you're not in the theater tryna guess things before they happen. You kinda just take the films scene by scene like life. If I could write a modern day Big Lebowski, I would be happy as an accomplished writer.
  • Q: Your thoughts about ride along 2?
  • O'shea: needs more me
  • Q: Any difference between before SOC and after?
  • O'shea: I'm a lot meaner and nicer at the same time
  • Q: Any tv shows you want to be part of?
  • O'shea: I would love to be apart of Better Call Saul
  • Q: Favorite place to relax?
  • O'shea: In a woman's presence. #CasonovaAnswer
  • Q: Rihanna or Beyonce?
  • O'shea: Beyoncé whole personality reminds me of my mom. I've never been attracted to her because I see too much of my mom.
  • Q: If you could have a superpower, what would it be?
  • O'shea: For everything to go my way at that moment.
  • Q: Favorite hip hop song of all time?
  • O'shea: Y.O.U. by Redman/Methodman
  • Q: Do you like Hockey? What's your favorite team?
  • Q: Do you know how to cook?
  • O'Shea: Only if the BasedGod is okay with it
  • Q: New or Old School?
  • O'shea: 90's. It had more Ice Cube and Dr Dre.
  • Q: Favorite historical figure?
  • O'shea: Mark Twain
  • Q: Dream starting 5 for NBA Basketball?
  • O'shea: Magic Johnson, Kobe Bryant, James Worthy, Kareem-Abdul Jabbar and Shaq
  • Q: What's your favorite word to say?
  • O'shea: It's a cuss word.
  • Q: Star Wars or Harry Potter?
  • O'shea: This can't be a real question.
  • Q: How many Yeezys you got?
  • O'shea: 3. 2 Nikes first editions
  • Q: Would SOC be better if Jason had Eazy with him?
  • O'shea: The fact that he didn't have Eazy is why I would've nominated him
  • Q: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?
  • O'shea: I'd make everyone more understanding. We'd be fine.
  • Q: Was wondering if you'd like both (Harry Potter/Star Wars)?
  • O'shea: Definitely like both. But give me the force over Magic. #RIPSeverus
  • Q: If you could speak another language what would it be?
  • O'shea: German and Spanish
  • Q: Are you worried that people will only ever see you as your dad's son and not you as yourself?
  • O'shea: Of course. But then I look at people like Kobe, Steph Curry, The Rock...they took their family legacy to new heights. That's my goal.
  • Q: Do you have any tattoo's? if so what do they mean?
  • O'shea: the Roman numeral for 24. XXiV. And before the Kobe talk starts. 24 has always been my number. It's my birthday. 2/24. It just always feels so complete. And my life changed at 24. It's only right
  • Q: Boyz n the hood or Barber Shop?
  • O'shea: Boyz n the hood had a message.
  • Q: Why learn Spanish and German?
  • O'shea: both are used in a vast variate of regions. May come in handy if ever abroad
  • Q: Do you still workout?
  • O'shea: Yeah dude. Still am. But decisions were made and now I'm makin work. #BooHoo
  • Q: What motivates you?
  • O'shea: My family.
  • Q: How are you handling all this attention you're getting?
  • O'shea: in my room ignoring most of it
  • Q: What is the most like you, chocolate or gummy bears?
  • O'shea: Hardest thing I ever had to do
  • Q: Fave Dragon Ball Z Character?
  • O'shea: Kakarot
  • Q: What do you fear most?
  • O'shea: Not being happy is my biggest fear
  • Q: Any advice for aspiring actors?
  • O'shea: Ask yourself why did you start acting. If it's to be famous. You will lose.
  • Q: Favorite disney movie?
  • O'shea: Lion King
  • Q: Do you find it hard to trust people?
  • O'shea: my whole life I couldn't trust anyone.
  • Q: Favorite cartoon to watch growing up?
  • O'shea: Dragon Ball Z or Ed Edd n Eddy
  • Q: How did you deal with people that were only your friend because of your dad?
  • O'shea: I don't deal with them. Bad energy.
  • Q: If you were an animal what would you be?
  • O'shea: Orca. Biggest and strongest in the ocean. And I'm a genius!? In pods running from 12-30 of the homies deep!?
  • Q: What's your type of woman?
  • O'shea: Sexy kind.
  • Q: Number one pick up line?
  • O'shea: You know how much a polar bear weighs? Enough to break the ice. O'shea Jackson, nice to meet you.
  • Q: Do you like apples?
  • O'shea: I got her number....
  • Q: Advice you would give to aspiring actors?
  • O'shea: Be an actor first. And a star 3rd.
  • And the last question, deserves it's own post...That's all folks.

incorrectshakespeare’s scene-by-scene analysis of hamlet’s sexuality and relationships with both horatio and ophelia

hi folks!! as you can clearly see, i get asked about my opinion about hamlet’s sexuality a lot. soooooo, i put together a full-play description of how i would want to emphasize hamlet’s sexuality while direction a production of the play. everything can be found below the cut!!

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

can i have an imagine with dave franco and i'm also famous who's in hunger games, catching fire & divergent and dave is my good friend and we always visit eachother on set and stuff and i'm family friends with both of the francos and james compliments me at an award show and dave gets jealous???

AN: i have so many Dave/James Franco imagine requests i just??????

 You and Dave had met on set while filming a kids show when you were both five. The two of you had only been very small parts but it didn’t seem to matter as long as you were in the same scene.The two of you bonded and since then, had been best friends. As the two of you grew up, you both became very successful and went on to become famous, never letting the fame get in the way of our friendship. Sure sometimes it was hard, you would go weeks, months without seeing him, but you always made sure you had your nightly Skype calls which would sometimes go on until the sun would begin to rise. When you did have time to hang out, there were almost always pictures of the two of you walking around and laughing together floating around somewhere the next day. People were constantly asking if you two were ‘a thing’ and saying that they ‘shipped you two so hard.’ It never really phased you, seeing as you had liked Dave when you were younger but he quickly made it very clear that we would like to remain friends. It had hurt but you eventually got over it and moved on. So when questions like that came up, you laughed and answered with something along the lines of ‘he’s my best friend’ or ‘no i love him like a brother!’ Lately though, Dave had seem rather uncomfortable answering these questions, scratching the back of his head and muttering something that was usually inaudible. You didnt think anything of it though, assuming that he was just sick of being asked. 

After wrapping up filming for the Hunger Games, in which you had played a rather large role, you found out you had been nominated for best supporting actress. Dave had been the first person you called and you could tell he was on the verge of tears from being so proud of of you. You thanked him and you both agreed you’d meet at the event.

*Night of award show*

 You had just pulled up in the limo and you felt great. You were wearing a lilac dress that was tight and the top but then began to pool out at your waist. it reached the ground and dragged behind you. It made your figure look great. You stepped out of the limo and your name instantly began to be called. You smiled and waved, thanking people who were complimenting your dress. You turned, seeing Dave and James standing off to the side, jaws on the floor. You made your way over to them, engulfing them in a tight hug. James wolf whistled when you pulled away. 

“Damn, Y/N! You looking hot as hell!” His eyes seemed to stick to your chest and you began to feel a tad uncomfortable. Dave harshly shoved the older brother, eyes narrowing. 

“Can you not be a dick and try acting civil for once in your fucking life?”

Both your and James eyes widened and James stepped away, a small smile on his face. Dave turned to you, eyes softening. He pulled you close again, whispering a ‘you look great’ in your ear. He kissed your cheek and looked at you somewhat shyly.”Really great…”

*Later that night*

You were sitting next to Dave, his hand clasped tightly in yours as they announced your category.

“And best supporting actress goes to… Y/N Y/L/N!” You gasped, tears flooding your eyes as Dave pulled you up, smiling the widest smile you’d ever seen. You went to walk up but before you could leave Daves grasp, he pulled you back and softly pressed his lips to yours, the crowd erupting into screams and cheers. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his. It was a quick kiss, seeing as you had to go up and accept your award, but it was enough to show everyone how much you two loved each other. 

It was official, you loved your best friend. 

AN: this is so long but i got so into lol

anonymous asked:

Can you recommend me some smut hannigram fanfic? Thanks!

 I’m not sure if you meant one-shots or fics that just had really good/wild sex so i put some of both in here. If a fic is part of a series, i marked what part it was in brackets beside the title.

As always, i suggest drinkbloodlikewine and whiskeyandspite because when they write sexytimes, they mean businessProvenance is proof of that.

Say Stop by cognomen, whiskeyandspite

It’s becoming less unusual for Will Graham to show up unannounced on one of Hannibal’s two respective doorsteps. What is uncommon is that he arrives with his gun wavering in the air at nothing, holding his own mind hostage.

A rewrite of the seizure scene in Rôti (S01E11).

Honzen-ryōri by drinkbloodlikewine, whiskeyandspite 

Post-Shiizakana where Will has just shown his dominance by killing Tier and Hannibal wants to feel that dominance for himself.

Past Our Satellites by shotgunsinlace 

he already peaceful office becomes an intimate space between them, with their seats pulled closer over the dark floorboards, and drawn curtains. The fireplace is their only source of light. Hannibal has carved the illusion of a reality all their own - warm and welcoming - and Will walks into it with wide eyes and open arms. 

Ivory Boy by rainbowdracula (1/3)

Man and monster alike coveted Hannibal’s companion, a beauty unmatched. Hannibal pitied them, for they would never know the sweetness of his thighs.

A little jaunt through the lives of the vampires Hannibal and Will Lecter.

Ouroboros by drinkbloodlikewine, whiskeyandspite

A therapy session, an oral fixation. That’s as much as you need to know. Freud would be proud.

Never noticed the rain by cicak (I’ve been waiting to slide this in somewhere, lemme tell you.)

Will’s a boat mechanic in the gulf of Mexico who understands people perfectly, and is destined to become the wise old boat captain once time catches up with him. Hannibal is the former surgeon on sabbatical with no innate understanding of human nature. Together, they have a summer romance, in amongst the bodies. (Mutant AU)

Ticket Pocket by geneticallydead (¼)

Hannibal needs a new tailor. He finds Will Graham.

Le Bel Homme by Cadaverish (½) (Aka, the fic that just keeps on giving no matter how much you reread it)

Beverly Katz convinces Will and their passel of drunken friends to break into the abandoned house of the famed Chesapeake Ripper, who died years ago without ever being caught.

Only something strange is going on in the house and by the time Will figures out what, it may be too late…

Bloodline by xzombiexkittenx

Someone is murdering fledgling vampires and it’s up to Will Graham to figure out whodunnit while coming to grips with his own undeath. Ostensibly, Hannibal Lecter, whose noble and ancient linage opens doors for the investigation, is supposed to be helping. Helping, is not the term Will would use.

Violent Appetites by xzombiexkittenx

Long before Will even stepped through the front door of Hannibal’s home, he knew that this invitation to dinner was not just an invitation to dinner. At the end of a therapy session Hannibal had said, “Please, let me cook for you,” and called him, “Dear Will,” and touched his arm.

Ikebana by reitoei

Will works for the FBI; Hannibal owns a flower shop.

Recently released from the hospital, Will is trying to piece himself back together. When he’s assigned to protect Federal witness and one-time psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter and finds himself entangled in a multiple homicide case instead, Will comes to see that his nasty compulsion to see into the minds of murderers has yet to leave its most lasting scars.

The Thorn of the Rose by AGlassRoseNeverFades

A Hannibal retelling of Beauty and the Beast. 

Heart-Shaped Box by rainbowdracula

They first meet at a crime scene.

Or, Will is an ethical incubus and Hannibal is a demon seeking redemption.

Sympathy for the Devil by bluesyturtle (long fic but it’s worth it)

Will hears Hannibal playing sax at a blues club and falls head over heels, but what he doesn’t expect is for anything to come of it or for the feeling to be mutual.

my own archive if you’re interested as well (x)

destrucsdansmatete  asked:

Hi, I'm in need of good Drarry fics right now and, as I like your recs in general, I really (really) would love to know which Drarry fics are your absolute favorite ones.

YESS. Thank you, it’d be my pleasure! These are in order. Kind of.

• Turn, by Sara’s Girl (306k)
One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Reparations, by Sara’s Girl (87k)
Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.

He Who Must Not Be Normal, by lettered (40k)
Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t. Instead it has Indian takeaway and a blue jumper and people wanting a whole lot of what they can’t have, discovering themselves as they discover each other.

Tempus Fugit, by Poison Pen (93k)
A monumental cock-up in Potions means that Harry and Draco have more to contend with than mutual enmity. A journey of discovery, self-reflection and love.

The Light More Beautiful, by firethesound (81k)
Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.

The Way Down, by lettered (65k)
Harry is overwhelmed by his own power and fame and angst, so he’s become a hermit. Draco Malfoy is tired of the melodrama.

Chaos Theory, by Tessa Crowley (102k)
Chaos: when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future. One gene varies, one neuron fires, one butterfly flaps its wings, and Draco Malfoy’s life is completely different. Draco has always found a certain comfort in chaos. Perhaps he shouldn’t.

All Life is Yours to Miss, by Sara’s Girl (114k)
Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

Nightcall, by femmequixotic & noeon (116k)
A hideously mauled corpse is found sprawled across the paving stones of Brick Lane in the East End of London. Inspector Harry Potter–widely believed to be the lead candidate for next Deputy Head Auror–is called in to investigate a possible magical crime. To make matters worse, his occasional lover and former school-nemesis, Viscount Draco Malfoy, now billing himself as a consulting criminologist, shows up at the crime scene to aid in the investigation of the suspicious death.

Running on Air, by eleventy7 (74k)
Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

A Thousand Beautiful Things, by geoviki (104k)
Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend.

Unhook the Stars, by jad (72k)
“Love is like a Rubix Cube: there are countless wrong twists and turns, but once you get it right, it’s perfect no matter how you look at it.” Seventy-thousand words of pornographic discourse between two boys-turned-men that still haven’t learned how to communicate like normal people — with words.

Right Hand Red, by lumosed_quill (73k)
Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.

Only For The Lucky, by SunseticMonster (63k)
Things seem to be going well for Draco Malfoy after the war. He’s working as a professor at Hogwarts and makes the papers all the time for his charitable contribution to Muggle causes. But when Malfoy is rushed into St Mungos hospital for a psychotic break, Healer Harry Potter realizes that Malfoy’s success is not all what it seems and sometimes luck can have more than one meaning.

Stately Homes of Wiltshire, by waspabi (57k)
Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Secrets, by Vorabiza (411k)
Beginning with Draco’s unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry’s summer after sixth year becomes filled with activity and many secrets. As his summer progresses, Harry generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side.

Little Red Courgette, by blamebrampton (31k)
When this season’s purple courgettes are woefully thin, Draco Malfoy thinks it amounts to small beans. Next thing he knows, the Department of Standards is over-run with leeks, Brussels sprouts all sorts of legislative difficulties, and somebody appears to have put a roquette under Harry Potter. Can Draco seize a marrow victory? Or will his plans for peas be squashed?

Azoth, by zeitgeistic (88k)
Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

Our little star >> Jungkook, You

The part two of A beauty like you Enjoy~

A request like this took him some few weeks till he had the courage to talk about it and ask it from you.

He knew how the two of you were so young to have a kid, especially when the two of you just started your new life. He had just always been dreaming of a perfect family and he wanted to make this family with you, with love and a happy smile.

But it seemed like it wasn’t like this for you.

The last time he finally got the courage to tell you about his wish to have a kid, you didn’t give him an answer, until now. You always told him that you were thinking about it and it wasn’t easy to make a decision on something like this so fast.

At first he was sad and upset, the two of you were already married so you should have sooner or later expected something like this, but he still couldn’t forget what you will leave behind when you agree with him.

And it pained him as he saw you getting more stressed and down by the time. He never meant to push you into doing something.

Keep reading

Cloudy on Ice

I need to have joy in my life again, so I’m mushing together two things that make me happy. 

Cloud’s hands shook as he watched the video of himself skating. He had been okay with Tifa recording it. She had always supported him, letting him into the rink when everything became too much, teaching him some stretches that could get him loosened up and focused, even making a huge sign for him during his failure of a Grand Prix Final. 

He was not as okay with it being posted online. He watched the number below rise higher and higher, now past 100,000 views. 

“Sorry,” Aerith, Tifa’s girlfriend, said, “I just thought it looked cool. I didn’t realize it was a big deal.” Cloud couldn’t respond, just let his hands shake. 

It wouldn’t be half as embarrassing if he was in proper shape. And if he hadn’t clearly copied Sephiroth’s free program from the Grand Prix Finals. 

Gods…he’s admired Sephiroth since he started to skate, always dreamed of skating with him…and his crush was so blatantly obvious now. 

Cloud was never going out in public again. 

“Oh…theres a battle going on in the comments,” Aerith said, “Oh my.” Cloud knew what he said. 

Loser, can’t skate well when it matters.

Piggy packed on the pounds, didn’t he?


Your fans look like they hope this means a comeback for you,” Aerith said, pointing. Cloud had to blink at them for a few seconds before he actually comprehended what he was reading. 

We knew you could do it Cloud!

That’s the Cloud we love!

Cloud blushed. He definitely wasn’t going back in public again. 

Cloud felt safe with his mother. While their little bed and breakfast could never compare to the official one in town, the beds were warmer and her cooking was much, much better. 

Perhaps he had taken a little too much comfort in her cooking, but she didn’t mind. 

“You always changed your weight so easily,” she said, “Up a little one week, skinny as a rail the next.” 

He came back home and buried himself into folding towels. Trying to forget about the video, despite everyone in Nibelheim talking about it. 

“Cloud!” his mom called, “we have a guest. He’s from way out of town. He wanted to use the bath, but I didn’t have towels. Deliver some when you have a pile for a room.”

“Okay Ma,” he said. He took a pile in his arms and headed up the stairs, inhaling the smell of his mother’s pork cutlet, his favorite. The guest had taken the Master bedroom, the one right next to Cloud’s. 

He knocked once and waited. He knocked again. “Towels for you!” he called. Still no answer. 

The Do not Disturb hadn’t been put up, so Cloud guessed they were out. He let himself in. 

There were an awful lot of bags for their usual clientele. People usually only stayed for a few days to see the mako fountains. This guest looked like he was staying for a good while, for what though. There wasn’t much to do in Nibelheim. 

“You must be Cloud.” Cloud felt his heart beat falter for a second. 

He turned towards the bathroom, where the door was slightly ajar and steam was slowly seeping out. Lounging leisurely in the bathtub, long hair in a bun (not to mention naked as the day he was born) was him. Sephiroth. Smirking quietly, but serenely at him. 

Cloud opened his mouth and made a quiet, strangled gasping noise. Sephiroth used the silence as an invitation to stand. 

“I’m here to be your new coach,” Sephiroth said, pulling a clip out of his hair and letting it fall. Cloud just stood there with his jaw hanging. 

“Could I have one of those, Cloud?” Sephiroth said. Cloud handed over a towel still silent. Then he set the pile on the bed and walked out. 

“I’ll see you at dinner then!” Sephiroth said. 

Cloud’s mother remained blissfully unaware of the fame their guest had. All she really knew was that he liked her cooking, which put him on her good side. She was the one who insisted Cloud stay and talk to Sephiroth, since he seemed to like Cloud too. 

“Mmm,” Sephiroth said, “we don’t have food like this back in Midgar.” Mrs. Strife beamed. 

“I used to make it for Cloud when he won his skating competitions,” she said. The very memory made Cloud’s insides curl up. He felt his appetite leaving him. Sephiroth noticed when he put down his fork. 

“Are you going to finish that?” he asked. Cloud shook his head silently. Sephiroth pulled the bowl towards him and began eating out of that one too. 

“Why?” Cloud said at long last, “why are you here?” Sephiroth swallowed and looked Cloud in the eye. 

“I hadn’t felt inspired in skating for months,” Sephiroth said, “And then…I saw the video. Everyone did.” Cloud felt humiliated. 

“It was beautiful,” Sephiroth said. Cloud blinked and looked up. Sephiroth’s hand curled over his, Sephiroth was leaning over closely. 

“All the emotion, the passion, the sadness, the joy…I’ve fought so hard to feel those when I skate now…but you…you did it perfectly. So that’s why I’m here. To help you find that emotion…and win the Grand Prix if that’s your wish.” Sephiroth’s hand was suddenly under his chin and Cloud felt himself turning red. 

“It is what you want…right?” Sephiroth’s voice was close to a purr. Cloud’s instinct was to jerk away. 

“Am I being to forward?” Sephiroth asked, brows furrowing. Cloud mouth finally caught up to him. 

“Yes,” he said, “Yes…Sephiroth, I do want that.” Sephiroth beamed at him. 

“Excellent…but first things first…you have to get back in the shape you were in before you fell apart at Nationals.” With that, Sephiroth finished off the last of Cloud’s bowl of food. 

And Cloud heard his stomach growl. 


+ hi hi helo etc !!!! so basically for my first hundred (i'm crying i haven't been here long and ily all so much) i thought i'd make a lil masterlist of lyrics by marina and the diamonds from every ep/album that she's released that could be used for inspiration, descriptions, prompts, ideas, bios etc. check them out under the cut, and please like/reblog if you found this at all helpful. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

I like the angst, TBH. And hey, if you're still up for cheating requests, can you do a SITS cheating fic/headcanon (your preference!) about the SITS guys cheating on MC.... And MC deciding to leave them for good... Like Ryo... Ish! Ba-Dum-Tsh! (I'm sorry, I'm a terrible human being).

Hoping this is what you were looking for! Forgive me if it’s terrible. My first headcanon for scandal. Enjoy! 😘

Possibly last one for the night, next one is proving lengthy. Hubby is home and dragging me out for Christmas returns, food shopping, and distributing NY bagels like a drug deal 😂😂😂

And PS. Writing these cheatings broke my heart, I had such a tough time, I just wanted to make them all happy together 😭

Kyohei: His head was aching. What the hell happened last night? The morning sun shining through the curtains was way too bright. He must have had more to drink than he thought last night. Keeping his eyes closed Kyohei reached over to your side of the bed, wanting to feel you close. When his arm found cold sheets, he blinked his eyes open in confusion. Sitting up in feel, running a hand through his messy bed hair, he instantly awakened seeing the state of the hotel room.

It was a mess. Clothes were everywhere, as well as alcohol bottles galore. Fuck that’s a lot of alcohol. Expensive alcohol. The two of you must have gotten drunker at the bar than you both realized, to have then raided the hotel mini fridge. As Kyohei examined the room, a flash of color caught his eye. Sliding out from under the warm sheets, he staggered closer. Bending down to pick it up for closer inspection. He was puzzled. He knew for a fact you would never wear such a naughty pair of panties. You’d be way too embarrassed at just the thought of it. So why were they here?

A buzz from his phone distracted him. Groaning as the incessant buzzing was worsening his headache, he went to see who was disturbing him. His eyes widened. It was a text from you?

“Destroy my name in the industry if you want. I’m leaving. Revance. You. Worth it if I never have to see your cheating, disgusting ass, ever again.”

Iori: You were hurrying down the street. No idea where you were going. Anywhere would do. You just had to leave, another second with them, him, would have suffocated you. A vibration in your hand startled you. Don’t know why, after all he’s been calling nonstop for the past 10 minutes. You silenced it long ago, the constant ringing giving you a headache. The vibration paused, only to start up again almost immediate. In a moment of weakness your thumb hesitated over the green answer button. Feeling the regret at once, you pressed down. Bringing the phone to your ear, you refused to greet him.

“You’re leaving me?” Iori exclaimed in a breathless whisper that stung at your heart. No. You can’t. Won’t feel bad. This is all his fault.

“You kissed her.” Replying back, your aching heart twisting reliving the moment over in your head.

“We discussed this, it was for the music video.” Iori responded, his voice empty of the believable conviction you needed. Desired. If only it was true.

“You weren’t filming Iori. I- I can’t do this anymore.” You stutter trying your best to remain strong.

“Come back. Please. We’ll talk.” Iori’s typical strong, determined, bold voice, fell immediate. It was hesitant, Heart breaking. Choked up with emotion he tries never to show. It almost got to you, it was so convincing. Biting your lip your finger hovered over the red end call button. Lingering.

“Ryo had the right idea. I can’t anymore.” Click.

Kota: “You’re jealous.” Kota eyes you with a blank expression. You groan in frustration and twist your hands together, so then won’t accidentally wring his neck.

“I’m not ‘jealous’.” You try to deny using exaggerated quotation marks with your index and middle fingers. Kota lifts an eyebrow but otherwise remains quiet. Ugh. Fighting with him is pointless. Like arguing with a blank wall.

“She’s just the lead actress.” Kota shrugs and turns to walk away, motioning for you to follow. You stomp your foot and stubbornly remain in place. He was not getting away with this because he refused to fight. His attitude was causing a desire to do a drastic action to build up inside.

“Who you were kissing! Kota! Don’t you see what’s wrong with this?”

“It was practice.” Another damn shrug. Your temper was burning at the surface, ready to let loose.

“No, she’s a skank trying to get into your pants. She’s clearly using you for the attention.” Kota remains poker faced through your accusations, which rises an eye roll from you. “Whatever. Remain oblivious but I won’t be walked over and cheated on for the sake of fame. We’re through.” Turned about you go to leave the residence. A feeling of satisfaction swells up as Kota’s eyes widen, as if the impact of the situation finally hit him. How unfortunate it’s far too late.

Takashi: “Takashi! How could you?” Tears overflowed and rolled down your cheeks. Your hands were clenched tight against your chest. It hurt. Everything hurt. Takashi stepped forward his arms outstretched, as if wanting to soothe your pain. It was way too late for comfort. Yelling at him to stop halted him in place. Turning aside so you only half faced him, half ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.

“I’m sorry.” His whispered words pounded in your head. Bouncing. Baffling you.

“Sorry can’t take back the fact that you slept with another woman Takashi!” You screamed back, knowing the rest of Revance could overhear this disaster occurring. He deserves it. They should know what kind of person their respected ‘leader’ is.

“Literally… slept.” Takashi mumbles. Repeating his same argument, as if it made it any better. Busy arguing within yourself, you realized Takashi had braved on. Trying to defend his actions. “- inspired, I didn’t know. Was lost composing.”

“That doesn’t make it okay!” Furiously wiping away your tears, taking a deep shaky breath and trying your best to remain strong. “How do you think it made me feel? Coming to find you, only to discover you sleeping away, cuddling with someone else?”

“We didn’t do anything.” Takashi stepped forward once again, his hand skimming your arm when you panicked. Almost tripping yourself to step away.

“No. Don’t. I can’t trust you anymore.” Flinging open the door with a loud bang. Flying down the steps, prepared to head straight for the door. Needing to escape, to breathe, to leave all this behind. Ignoring the rest of Revance, who were lingering somber at the bottom landing, not caring they were caught overhearing. Avoiding their outstretched hands, ready and wanting to comfort.

“Find someone else. I can’t be Ryo anymore.”

#95 You get him cleaned up after a fight.
  • Harry: "Ow!" Harry shouted as you continued to wipe blood off. You both were currently in the bathroom, while you sat on the counter, he stood in between your legs. "I'm sorry babe, I just don't want it to get infected." You cooed, wiping some of his loose curls away from his face. You dug through the medicine box, searching for another cloth, and pouring rubbing alcohol on it. "Okay, this is going to sting. But, I really need to you to stay still so I don't get it in your eye." You muttered, placing it on a cut above his eye. "Why'd ya hit him?" "He was making dirty comments about you, nobody says that about you but me." You giggled, pressing harder to the wound making him wince. "Thanks Harry."
  • Niall: "I'm sorry." He mumbled, watching you intently clean up his cuts and bruises. "Why are you sorry?" You smirked, stopping only to stare into his ocean blue eyes. "I ruined our date. That was our first date, and I had to go punch a guy. Jeez, I gotta ruin everything." You scoffed, and brushed a few strands of hair out of his clouded eyes. "You didn't ruin anything, that 'date' showed me that you aren't afraid to fight for something. Which I find incredibly attractive." "Really?" "Yeah," You uttered, feeling yourself lean into his pink lips before pulling away. "Let me get ice for ya eye, yeah?"
  • Louis: "Lou, why did you hit him?" You asked, cuddling up to him on the bed. As he pressed a ice bag to his swollen eye. "He was being a fucking prick, that's why. Thinks he can wolf whistle at you like your a piece of meat." You sighed, rolling your eyes. You eventually placed your hand on top of his, and rubbed his hands soothingly. Forcing a smile, "Thank you love, for everything tonight even though you had to punch somebody." "Aye!" He chuckled, "He was asking for it."
  • Liam: "Stay still." You whined with a giggle as Liam squirmed under your touch. "Your hands are cold." He chuckled, Liam was still drunk. After many shots at the club he decided to punch a guy in the throat, which is why blood is dripping down his chin onto his shirt. "You're such a idiot." You smiled, forcing his head towards your hands. "Am I bleeding?!" He screeched once he noticed the napkin in your hand covered in blood from his mouth. "Oh my gosh, I'm dying! I'm dying!" Laughing your caressed his cheeks, "You're not dying, Li."
  • Zayn: You continued to wipe of his bloody nose from a fight he got into with a pap. "Damn, Zayn." You uttered, still wiping off blood. Sighing at the look of his white shirt. "You just had to hit him back!" You yelled. "What did you expect me to do? Sit there and take it!" He shot back, hopping off the kitchen counter. "No! But I expected you to be a man and walk away!" "I get hate all the damn time, (y/n)! I wasn't going to let you see that side of fame, I was trying to protect you!" He screamed, raging. "I know, I'm sorry. I love you." "I love you too."
Safe & Sound

Pairing: Chuck Shurley x Reader
Word Count: 780
Warnings: Death, feels. (I don’t even know what’s up with my lack of fluff this week.) 
Song: Safe & Sound - Taylor Swift
A/N: The third of my fics for my one-shot series collab with Ashley (@d-s-winchester) - make sure you also check out her fic for today, which can be found here! You can find the masterlist of all of the fics for the collab this week here. Enjoy!

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Okay I'm sorry but even though requests are closed right now, please you have to do something about how LUCAS FUCKING HEMMINGS IS NOW 18! Like this is not okay! Love ur blog btw

This was sent literally a month ago when Luke turned 18 but I kinda threw it to the back of my requests… but I finished it! So if you’re still looking for Luke birthday smut, here ya go!

PS it’s smutty so don’t read it if you shouldn’t or i’ll tell your mom

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

hey, long-time follower here. i'm sure you've gotten this question before, but i was wondering how you convince yourself to sit down every day and just write. what's the trick (if any) for getting out of your head? i have a lot of goals pertaining to writing but have such crippling expectations on my shoulders that i often give up. any advice? :(

1. i have pretty bad ADHD and the like. part of my problems weren’t a lack of discipline or energy or whatever, but some brain shit that all i could do about was self medicate with caffeine for the longest time. since i’ve finally got on meds for it into my late damn 20s, this shit has gotten a hell of a lot easier. what i used to do before that? struggle. a lot. some days crank out tons of shit, other times, go without getting anything done for weeks.

2. you’ll hear this a lot from everybody in every artistic medium, but it’s no less true: never start with your magnum opus. oh we all want to start with our dream projects, because those are the ones in our heads, but leaping at those first have a bad tendency to crush us with our own expectations of them, of ourselves, and of our skills that we haven’t quite refined yet. start with something small. completable. a short story instead of a novella, a novella instead of a novel. keep “my dream project” on the back burner for now, and go for “hey, this is a neat idea” kind of stuff first - this lets you develop skills, not just in the art of writing, but in the discipline of writing, getting it out when you don’t have inspiration. and when you have even a small thing completed, that puts ammo in your confidence towards completing larger, grander projects. think of how one would approach making a video game - we’ve all probably got big, huge, sky-high ideas for a game, but if we actually just came running at it, we’d find our skills to do that not really up to the task yet, get frustrated with ourselves, and then mentally beat ourselves up for not getting done what we dreamed. if you start with a smaller project that feels far more completable, you’ll get a lot further ahead.

3. chunks. chunks chunks chunks chunks. daily chunks, chunks between sessions. i tend to lean into a system where i try to write 500 words at least before doing something else for a moment, then jump back and writing another 500 words. if i think “oh, i need to write 8000 words today”, well then in all likelihood, that 8000 words is never gonna get written, is it? or even for much smaller amounts, like 1000 words. but if i break it up into much more manageable, less anxiety and stress inducing chunks, i get a hell of a lot more done, and i get it done more consistently. even if i only write 500 words that day - that’s still 500 words done at all. that matters, that pushes me ahead. and in keeping with this chunked format, i find i can often go for longer stretches of writing per day. on the last day of writing “That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore”, i did about 6000 in one day, but i never came in thinking “i need to write 6000 words today”. i did my chunks and plucked at it and kept ahead. trying to write at least a LITTLE every day - and i mean a little, even 100 or 50 words is something - helps create discipline, gets you into a better groove, gets you writing more often and eventually for longer stretches of time. this, at least for me, works a hell of a lot better than going “i need to sit down at my computer and write for the next 8 hours, no distractions”. it’s the kind of system generated out of my struggles with adhd. much easier to slam out a little, then slam out another little, and so on and so forth, than to go “i’m going to start writing and never stop until (x) time”.

4. not every word, paragraph, page or even chapter needs to be perfect! think of it - how many writers of yours that are your faves have still churned out chunks you thought weren’t so great? nobody has a perfect batting average, right? and think of even more… how many chunks of a novel, especially big ones, do you just not remember, because they weren’t the Absolutely Big Crucial Moments to you? there’s an awful lot in books where things are moving and are being said but aren’t the most important part and we read those and don’t really think about ‘em, and we almost never think when we come back to our own writing that having those kind of, a little forgettable, pieces of our writing is alright. you don’t need to be slinging genius every single time, you don’t need to be putting out the world’s greatest prose every time you sit down. a lot of writing is functional, or even if beyond functional, just doesn’t stick in our brain compared to others. and that’s fine! if we give our favorite authors this kind of leniency, we should offer some of it to ourselves, don’t you think?

this goes in with those big expectations. i think a lot about how Kurt Vonnegut rated his own novels on an A-F scale, and he wasn’t wildly arrogant or self-deriding. he thought some of his work was great, some of it could’ve been better, and some of it stunk. that’s a much better, healthier way to look at ones own work! sometimes you’ll churn out mediocrity! you might even churn out crap! it’s fine! our famed “world’s greatest” authors did it too! give yourself the leniency to make some bad and mediocre writing as you’re on the road to getting better, more skilled, better knowing how you want to write! it’s crucial!

5. make sure you’re hydrated and that you’ve eaten. getting stuff done while your body has needs or isn’t feeling great in general isn’t a formula for getting a lot done, no matter what anybody says about art and suffering. this is a very practical thing, and i find practical matters are often overlooked.

6. speaking of practical matters, find out what kind of writing environment works best for you. total silence? music on headphones? a movie playing in the background? a very clean environment, or a kind of messy one? everyone’s comfort works differently here, and finding out what kind of space works best for you will help a lot.

7. buy a best seller novel. like, one of those random NYT best sellers that are done by folks with roving teams of ghost writers that come out every month. the ones you can tell on sight aren’t gonna be great. when you doubt your skills, flip that shit open to a random page, and you know what? give yourself that ego boost, that you’re moving ahead and trying to get better, not aiming to stick around that kinda level. i’ve done this with james patterson novels. helps me a lot when i doubt my own quality.

but yeah. starting small, and building a discipline to put out at least a little a day, and not tripping yourself up on trying to make every chunk perfect, will go far. and if you do miss a day? fuck it, it’s not the end of the world. sometimes you don’t get writing done, for whatever reason. maybe even a few days in a row. just don’t beat yourself up over it, because that makes it all the harder to get back onto writing. just, y’know, accept that it happened, don’t make it a bigger deal than it is, and push to get back to writing when you can.

best of luck, strength with you, and take care of yourself. hope this helped

anonymous asked:

hey! i'm a 14 y/o poet and i was wondering if you had any advice for a young poet? <3 <3

Write for you. Write because you can’t not write. Not for fame or for money or any of that stuff. I think the biggest reason to write is because you know you have something to say. Whether it is to another person, to the world, to a group of people, or to yourself. You have something that you have to say and you can feel it inside of you. Write and keep writing. I feel like a writer’s entire life is spent saying what they need to say. The first poem will be the inhale that comes before you even let the words out, you know? The first poem is the smallest, beautiful start. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself to write well. The other day, I was going through all of the poems I was writing when I was your age and they’re totally different from the way I write now. Most of them are incredibly embarrassing. But I would write page long poems and they would rhyme and they were so, so depressing!! It’s so interesting to watch your writing evolve. As you grow, your writing grows. Even from my first book to the one I’m about to put out, there’s a deep difference. So don’t write with the intention of being the best writer to start off with. Know it’s going to change. Know it’s going to get better and different and ugly. And there will be more and more and more. Always more. Try to stay away from the fads. Don’t try to write like other people and get stuck in that way. It’s good to get inspired, but if you find yourself borderline copying someone’s technique or way of writing or obvious subject matter, stop doing it. Try to get away from that and try your own new things. Be inspired, but don’t steal. Be brave with your writing. Be brave and write about what you know, or what you think you know. Write about the strangers that pass you on the street. Make up stories about their lives. Write about people you want to kiss and write about how much school sucks. Write about the world you live in and write about the world in your head, the extension of the world you’re already in. Journaling has helped me so much with my poetry. That’s really how it started, and I want everyone to do it. Even if you don’t have much to journal about, you have your emotions and your dreams and your daily life. Get a journal for journaling, and a journal for poetry. I have a small one for poetry and I carry it with me everywhere I go. For the past 4 or 5 months, I’ve been going places and just writing down things about where I’m at. I’ll describe the sounds, the atmosphere, what I’m seeing, what it all feels like, the conversations I’m hearing, etc. I think this has helped my writing grow. Write without expectation. I used to write with the intention of having people read it, and now I’ve started to write with only the intention to write, to get things out, to get closer to that thing that I have to say. Since I’ve stayed away from posting my writing on here, I’ve written hundreds of poems. I’m sure some of them suck. But so many of them say what I wanted them to say because I wrote freely for myself and myself only. Anyone else that will eventually read it is just an outsider peering into something that they may or may not totally understand, that may or may not be for them like it is for me or like it is for the person that I am writing it to. Read books you like and books you don’t like. Have conversations with people. Write for you. Write for you. Write for you.