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Mirror For The Sun - Part 8: Change of Plans

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Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3171

Author’s Note: Gah sorry this took so long. I’m already starting on prt 9, so hopefully it won’t be as long for the next one.

Originally posted by gliceria

This morning is a battle. It’s a battle to focus on really anything but Y/N. I’m just not sure what to make of any of this. I have no idea what she’s thinking while she flits around the campsite packing up the sleeping bags and tent while Sam works on breakfast. She doesn’t seem any warmer to me than she is to Sam, playfully dodging his reach when she steals a piece of bacon, or than when she grabs Steve’s arm to get an extra lift to push the tent bag on top of the car. I can’t figure out if this morning was just a weird thing in an emotional moment or if it was something more.

It’s also a battle over the next stop. She’s sitting stubbornly on the picnic table holding her atlas while Sam begs her to get in the car. Steve is rolling his eyes and I’m barely holding back my laughter.

“Come on! You’re being such a princess!” Sam scoffs, “Get in the car.”

“No! Vegas is not part of the plan!” She shouts back defiantly.

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gumdrops & lollipops (m)

pairing → Hoseok x Reader (ft. oompa loompa! yoongi & jimin)

☆ genre  →  smut, crack, willy wonka!au
↳  drabble; 2k

→   a visit to jung hoseok’s chocolate factory does not turn out the way you expected it to

a/n → yo, i was finally drunk enough to write this 
i won’t @ her bc she might block me, but jordan is 101% responsible for this. by this i mean the concept, the cute banner, everything. blame her :’‘)

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Some of y'all

really need to understand what’s going on right now.

I see posts saying stuff like “Oh snap, Alec will feel so horrible when he realises it was Magnus in Valentine’s body and he hurt him and–” and other shit like this.

And yes, Alec will undoubtedly feel crushed and guilty for the way he acted and he’ll beat himself up over his disbelief. That’s true, I don’t think he’ll even bear to look Magnus in the eyes at first. But he isn’t the only one that exists in this situation.

Imagine how Magnus is feeling right now. He was forced into the body of a shadowhunter which’s goal is mass destruction of the Downworlder - Magnus’ - kind. His soul has to reside inside of a vessel that was carried by a rotten man, and now Magnus has to take care of it. Furthermore, Valentine is a man who’s plans Magnus fought against for so long, risked his life in the war between Circle members and Downworlders, later literally exausted his body’s energy to the point where he nearly passed out trying to heal Luke, then Alec, then he barely made it out of the Institute in time (saving Madzie, too!) when Valentine slaughtered every Downworlder that was there.

He’d promised himself he wouldn’t get involved with shadowhunters, but first Jocelyn, then Alec waltzed into the picture and he found himself helping the people fighting against a mutual threat - Valentine. And it comes in a full circle - he’s now trapped inside that threat’s body. He can’t call for help, because nobody will believe him.

I think that’s one of the things that’s messing up his emotional state right now, the fact that he’s helpless and no one can save him without trust. And he can’t prove that he isn’t Valentine, unless somebody will be willing to listen to him, which people aren’t in this situation.

Magnus is about to be fucking executed for the crimes he fought against.

And he knows that it’s total injustice, because oh boy, he was supposed to live for years to come. He was supposed to stay with Alec until the very last day. He was supposed to spend more time with Cat and Tessa. He was supposed to watch Madzie grow up into a strong young woman. He was supposed to visit the resting places of Ragnor and Jocelyn and Will…

He’s also lost his protection and weapon he’s wielded all his life: his magic. It’s impossible for him to feel comfortable when it’s all gone. Magnus would’ve died at ten if his powers wouldn’t have broken out, burned his human ‘father’ and ultimately saved him from drowning. It’s not only a shield and sword, it’s a tool he sometimes used to express himself. The color of the magic sometimes changed to represent his view of the situation and his current feelings towards people and emotions that he couldn’t keep inside.

And it doesn’t end there.

Let’s take a minute to remember that Valentine is now also in Magnus’ body. And that terrifies Magnus as well, because God knows what Valentine can do when he’s free again. Alec completely trusts Magnus, and Valentine can do whatever he wants, manipulate others, possibly hurt more people - and, most likely, those people would be Alec or Catarina or Madzie or literally anyone that Magnus knows personally and socializes with often.

Besides, a genocidal shadowhunter inside of our warlock’s body just seems so impure to me. It’s supposed to stay together, a body that commited intentional mass-murder and a rotting soul that planned it all. Meanwhile, while I will agree that Magnus certainly isn’t a little fluffy angel, you could - kind of, I guess - consider him a peaceful person. Sure, he takes absolutely no shit from nobody and will not hesitate to choke people that are disturbing him, but that’s all a part of his personality that has formed throughout his life and that shapes him into the fucking High Warlock of Brooklyn. Still, to me he seems quite reluctant to get into drama or fights if those aren’t touching him or the people he cares about directly.

While Valentine just really, really hates Downworlders because of their demon blood and his complete ignorance. Because come on, who’d believe that Magnus, Simon, Luke and the rest of the Downworlder Squad™ don’t have feelings?

((cam*lle doesn’t count in this situation. don’t use her against me. ew.))

And now this mentioned fucked up excuse of a living being is inside of Magnus like some damn infection, and he knows what can happen if this continues.

And he can do absolutely nothing to prevent it.

I mean, of course, they’ll switch bodies again next episode and everything will be a-okay (exept not really, because I swear to God, writers, show that Magnus will need to recover from this twisted turn of events), but Magnus hasn’t nuked the 4th wall and read the script.

And that’s why he’s fucking horrified.

((also if magnus isn’t the one to murder azazel, i will sue. not the show. not the actors. i’ll sue magnus. u deserve da kill, ma boi.

So what have we learned today

Do NOT ‘convert’ anyone’s fic/story without first getting permission. Now after a simple search on Wattpad I found quite a few fics that were ‘converted’ from other fandoms, most without giving even a hint of the original author’s name. For example today with @blackleatherboots139 who converted many fics to Camren. Also note, I am not coming for the camren fandom I am simply using what I found and what happened today as an example, I am coming for any person that would dare copy someone’s work without permission.

Nevermind that if the author hasn’t explicitly told you yes that you shouldn’t even have converted their fic and posted it in the first place. If you aren’t even going to give them their due credit then you KNOW somewhere inside that what you did was wrong.

So here’s a PSA this goes for anything fan art, fan videos (including gifs you may have made and posted from a video that you did NOT make), fanfiction and anything you did not make originally. If you do not have permission from the original maker of that content then you should under no circumstances try to copy it and pass it off as your own. Someone put a lot of work into those words or into every stroke of that art or editing needed for that video and you changing a few details like a character’s name or a change of colors DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT to take that content and then try and pass it of as your own.

And no putting the word ‘Converted’ on a story still DOES NOT give you that right unless you have gotten permission AS WELL AS given credit to the original content creator. I cannot stress that enough because what I have seen today truly baffled me. Over 89 fics on Wattpad alone copied and ‘converted’ from clexa and shoot and bechloe and glee and supercorp and hollstein and many other fandoms I’m sure. 

THIS IS NOT OK WITHOUT THE ORIGINAL CONTENT MAKER’S PERMISSION if it was ok sites like wattpad and ao3 and ff.net and Youtube and Tumblr would not have an option to report this as theft. 

One of my friends was so upset by the blatant thievery of their hard work that they thought of deleting their stories. and YES this is a form of THEFT and NO i’m not being dramatic but I am quite angry. 

And you know the excuse I heard? “Well other people do the same thing…” Now I know this is cliche but, if someone jumped off a cliff would you do it as well? Guess what those people that also do this? They are also in the wrong. The fact that they also do it does not make it right it simply means they have yet to get caught and reported. 

Just because what you converted/copied was fanfiction or a fan art or a fan video does not make it any less of a problem than if you outright copied copyrighted work from a book or an ad on Tv etc…

Breaking... Ch.2

A/N: Part two is finally done and it’s pretty long! I have no idea how to make links so if someone could message me and tell me how that would be apreciated ;-; Once I figure that out I’ll put one to part one on here so that no one has to go through my blog. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Here’s all the people who asked to be tagged, if you would also like to be tagged then just shoot me a message and I’ll add you in the next part! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes 

ok this is my attempt at trying to link this to part one

Part one

Word count: 3965 (oh)

Warnings: Anxiety/Panic attacks, allusions to sexual assault, more cursing(there will never not be curing)


Breaking Promises

             There was no way, this was literally physically impossible. No Y/N, what are you crazy?  Of course you didn’t travel back in time! There had to be some sort of explanation to this! Yet for some reason you couldn’t help your mind wander to that possibility. What if you had actually gone back in time? How would that even be possible? What are the consequences to you being here? How much have you changed by just breathing where you weren’t supposed to? More pressing, how would you get back if this was all real? This couldn’t be real, maybe you fell in some weird coma dream after that guy shot you. Hell maybe you were dead. You hadn’t even noticed how tight you were clutching your chest, how heavy and painful your breathing was.

             Everyone had their eyes glued to you, Eliza was holding onto your shoulders to help you stand. Angie and the two little boys looked scared about what was happening. Alexander looked like he was trying to keep his composure but his eyes were searching for answers. You could see their lips moving but it took a few moments before you could actually hear them. Eliza’s voice flooded over you first, it sounded diluted, almost washed out.

“Y/N! Dear, you’re safe, you have nothing to fear.” Her voice snapped you back slightly, only enough to the point where you could actually look at her. She was simply glad that you were finally being responsive.

“Yes, that’s it now. I am here, we are here. I’m going to count; focus on what I’m saying. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…” She kept going, your head bobbing ever so slightly to the numbers but every time you thought you were about to calm down another thought came to mind. What if I really am dead? If I’m not, then how do I get back home? Can I even get home? Am I stuck here for the rest of my life?! Eliza looked over at Alexander frantically, he looked you in the eyes as his voice replaced Eliza’s. His was more clear than Eliza’s was.

“Miss Y/N, if you can hear me I would like to ask you to please nod your head.” You were able to do so and nodded slowly, a small bit of relief could be seen in his eyes.

“Very good, now take a deep breath with me.” He breathed in and you were able to shakily follow along. Eliza joined in with her husband, her voice was no longer hushed like it was before. Her voice was soft and comforting, she was a mother after all. A good one too if we’re being historically accurate. She was able to guide you through breathing well enough as to where you no longer were shaking, that was good. You fixed your posture and Eliza loosened her grip on you, for the first time in who knows how long you were able to speak.

“I’m, I’m sorry…” Your voice was feeble and weak, everyone’s gazes softened.

“Do not worry dear, you have nothing to apologize for.” Eliza said reassuringly.

“I have not seen anyone react to anything like that since the war. I do not know exactly what I said that upset you, but you should not be sorry, if anything I am sorry.” Alexander stated, his eyes completely focused on you to ensure that you wouldn’t regress.  You nodded along, your head aching, not quite the same way it was earlier but still debilitating. You rubbed your forehead with the palm of your hand before taking one last deep breath. Okay, this is real, at least in some capacity it is. I really don’t want to think I’m dead so I should put that thought on hold for now. I’m standing in front of Alexander Hamilton, the very first Secretary of Treasury, the guy on the $10 bill. If I really have gone back in time, then I have to be careful. I could literally change all of history if I meddle around at all, hell even existing here is probably screwing everything up. Stupid Butterfly Effect. You made a silent promise to yourself to not break history; it was probably for the best anyway.

             Opening your eyes, you saw Alexander and Eliza standing in front of you with worried eyes and downturned lips. These people, they don’t know who you are or how bad is it that you’re there. They don’t know anything about you and yet they treat you like a dear friend. You at the very least needed to thank them.

“Mr. and Mrs.…Hamilton I, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me, you know, calm down. That hasn’t exactly happened in a while…” You weren’t lying, it’s been a long time since you had a freak out like that. Not since graduation if I’m remembering correctly.

“My dear, there is no need to thank us. But you seem to be under a lot of stress, perhaps you need to take a break?” Eliza asked. Are we running away for the summer to go upstate? Shit, Y/N this is not the time for musical references! Pull yourself together! You allow yourself a moment to scream internally before responding.

“That won’t be necessary, I’ll be fine in just a second. Maybe we could sit down or something?” Wow that sounded dumb. Nice job trying to deflect yourself from the situation!

“Yes, perhaps that’s-“ Alexander started to speak before he was interrupted by a familiar, female voice.

“My apologies Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton but I wanted to inform you of Philip’s arrival…” Rachel locked eyes with you. “Miss Y/N! What’s wrong, did something happen?” She asked worriedly. She was standing in front of the now open front door, you could hear the sound wheels and some odd clacking from outside.

“Yeah, I’m fine Rachel, don’t worry.” You smiled at her meekly. Just as you were finishing your sentence a figure stepped up behind Rachel. He slid past her in the door way and his eyes scanned the room, his gaze finally fell onto you.

“Ah, Philip! Back later than usual aren’t we my son?” Alexander interjected with slight suspicion. Eliza patted him lightly on the arm before smiling at the young man making his way towards us. Wait… Philip? As in Philip Hamilton, the ray of sunshine in the midst of darkness? The sweet sunshine boy!

“There he is! My drop of sunshine! How was class today, love?” Eliza beamed. Oh praise we were right! The name is canon! His eyes never left you as he made his way over.

“Fine, class went well as always, mother… More importantly however, who might this lovely lady be?” Oh, of course this is coming from Mr. Let’s-strip-down-to-our-socks. I may indeed look good in my frocks but it is not happening today sir! He stops in front of you, holding out his hand with his palm facing up. He bows lightly and introduces himself.

“As for myself, I am Philip Hamilton.” He spoke with a slight chuckle and a sly grin. It took a second for you to realize you were supposed to give him your hand. You placed your hand on his palm, raising your hand to his lips he pressed a ‘polite’ kiss to your knuckle. This cheeseball really thinks he’s being slick, huh? You did your best to keep a straight face.

“My name is Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, um, Philip was it?” You tried to hint that you were not interested. He stood back up with that grin still plastered on his face. You could finally get a good look at him as he stood in front of you. His slightly curled hair paired with the freckles splattered on his face reminded you of a piece by Jackson Pollock. Autumn Rhythms. His clothes were similar to his father’s but with color and fit were slightly different. The color itself was interesting, from far away it seemed to be grey but up close it looked to be more of a dull cyan.

“Yes, it is Philip, and if I may be so forward I’d like to say that your name is quite possibly as lovely as you.” This little shit, sunshine my ass, more like fuckboy. Wait a second was he the original fuckboy? Oh God no The Founding Fuckboys. You decided to stop thinking about that and try to look as serious as possible for someone thinking of ‘The Founding Fuckboys’ as a phrase used for the fathers of our country. You pulled your hand away and folded your arms behind your back, giving a sardonic smile towards his general direction. Alexander cleared his throat.

“Philip, my son, we were discussing some rather pressing matters before you arrived.”

“Oh? What matters exactly?” Philip questioned.

“I believe it would be best for us to sit down at the table first, supper is ready after all.” Eliza touched your arm gently before turning her attention to Rachel, who had stayed surprisingly silent throughout the conversation. Both of them turned to head down a separate hall, Alexander and the children followed them and just as you were about to join them Philip tapped you on the shoulder.

“Miss Y/N, as the eldest son, it would be politest of me to escort you to the table.” He held out his arm for you to take. Seriously? Okay, at this point this is just getting ridiculous.

“Thank you Philip, I’m sure it would be polite of you to lead me down a hallway, but I can walk myself just fine thank you.” You started to walk away with a bit of annoyance, you stopped and turned to look back at Philip. He looked shocked, not upset or angry, just shocked. You decided to add something to even the playing field slightly.

“Also, Mr. Hamilton, calling me Miss seems a bit formal. Just call me Y/N, after all I’m probably around the same age as you.” Although you were still a bit annoyed by his previous attempts to flirt when you clearly weren’t interested, you couldn’t help feeling a little sorry about how dejected he looked. You gave him a friendly smile and you could literally see his shoulders relax. Wow, was he really that tensed up? His surprised expression was quickly changed to one of intrigue. He folded his arms behind his back and spoke up once more, even his voice sounded more relaxed.

“Very well then… Y/N, forgive me, my behavior was not very becoming of me. If you could find it in yourself to pardon me for my actions, then I would be greatly appreciative.” His voice was softer and genuinely apologetic.

“You’re forgiven, now we should probably follow the others. Don’t want to miss dinner right?” You chuckled and turned back around to walk down the short hallway. Philip jogged up to walk beside you, a soft laugh escaping him as he approached. The two of you walked toward the dining room, Philip making offhand jokes about his parents along the way. Everyone was already sitting and adjusting themselves to be more comfortable by the time you had gotten there. Angie’s head perked up when you stepped into the room and when she noticed Philip at your side a mischievous grin replaced her innocent smile.

“Ooooh! Philly’s found his beloved!” She teased happily. You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. What did Alexander call her earlier? Sunshine girl? Yeah, she’s the real sunshine in this house.

“Angelica, please, it’s rude to insinuate such things.” He buried half his face in one of his hands, you could tell he was a little embarrassed.  Oh siblings, the only people who are allowed to ruin your day. You walked to an empty seat at the table, Philip was about to pull the seat out for you but he stopped himself.

“Sorry, force of habit.” He shrugged with a smile before making his way to the other side of the table to sit across from you. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Well, at least his little shit levels are manageable. What a dork. On the table you saw some sort of bread? It looks like bread but it’s got a funny shape to it. A few older women came out of a set of doors, their clothes were similar to yours and they were carrying bowls in their hands. A bowl was set down in front of everyone, when yours came you could finally see what it was. Some kind of stew? Honestly why am I surprised, New York was prominently Dutch during the colonial era. Wow I really am majoring in history aren’t I?

“Y/N dear, I know you’ve been having…a rather trying day so you do not have to tell us what happened quite yet. But if you think that you are well enough then we will listen.” Eliza cooed. What happened? What is she… Oh shit this is bad. I showed up on their doorstep with blood pouring from my head and definitely not wearing the proper attire for the century. Not only that but I’ve been saying things willy-nilly, how the hell am I supposed to explain my situation? You looked up to see Philip staring at you, not so much at you actually but at the bruise on the side of your forehead. Did he not notice it until now? Okay, if I tell them I don’t want to talk about it I’ll just have to do it later. I need to think of something now while I remember everything I’ve said in the past few hours. Come on, four years of Drama Club don’t fail me now! You took a deep breath to ease your rapidly beating heart.

“It’s fine Eliza, it’s probably best to get this off my chest now rather than later.” You cleared your throat. Alright, keep it simple and easy to remember.

“I’m from upstate New York, although I haven’t lived there for some time. When sickness came through downtown, my father decided I was to move down to North Carolina. I’m the only child that survived to adulthood so it was rather important that I stay as far away from the illness as possible.” Yes! Off to a good start! Everyone at the table was fully invested in what you had to say. They know that I can read, that’s what Eliza meant when she said she was surprised that I was educated. Only wealthy people were well off in education. I’m going to have to explain that.

“Honestly, my father is the one to thank for my wellbeing. He insisted that I have the best education; my mother was educated as well. I learned to read and write. He also made sure I had an appreciation for art as well as music. Though I must confess, I always had an infinity for politics and history. And my father indulged those interests.” Alexander seemed to take the most interest in what you were saying. Shit, I’m running low on ideas… Okay, Okay, what’s left? How I got here and why… Grand Finale I guess? I don’t know what to say… Fuck, this is going to get personal, I have no other options here. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Unfortunately, my parents passed from the disease last year. Land and money can’t be passed down to unmarried women so once word of their deaths went around I had several…visitors.” Damn it all.

“There was…one in particular that was, uh, a bit more aggressive than the others. I came back to try and get away from him but he found me. I was lucky to escape before anything really serious could happen.” You couldn’t help but look away from the eyes staring at you.

Eliza was the first one to break the silence. She swiped at her eyes and, after clearing the lump that formed in her throat during your story, she pushed her chair back and rounded the table to get to you. Eliza enveloped you into a warm embrace.

“Oh, you dear, sweet child. How horrible! No lady should ever be put into that situation. And no gentleman should ever press his advantages. I cannot even imagine! No wonder you were in such a disarray when you arrived.” You were taken aback for a moment but you couldn’t help it when you hugged her back. She pulled away and smiled warmly, smoothing down your hair with one hand. Alexander slowly stood up and walked to stand beside his wife.

“I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would be honored for you to stay here with us.” He said with a proud smile. How are they so nice? Eliza nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Alexander is right. We’ll have a room set up for you in no time.” You didn’t know what to say for a second. You felt guilty for lying to them, even if they weren’t total lies and you knew you couldn’t actually tell the complete truth. All you need is a place to stay until the threads of time shove you back to the time where you belong.  Until then you need to lie low and try not to destroy the space time continuum. Easy, no problem at all.

“You’re too kind to me Eliza, thank you both so much.” You smiled as wide as you could manage but you knew your eyes were still downcast.

“Now I’m sure none of us want to exhaust you anymore so if you need to talk to any of us we will gladly do so. For now, let us all relax and eat supper, you must be starving dear.” Eliza ran her thumb across your cheek before her and Alexander went back to take their seats. You sat down and looked at the seat across from yours. Philip sat silently for a second until your eyes met. He didn’t look at all like he did earlier, no cheeky grin, no playful shine in his eyes, it was all replaced with something that resembled being distraught. He mouthed a sentence to you so that no one could hear him.

“May I speak with you later?”

“Of course, Philly” You mouthed, giving him a weak smile. Eliza and Alexander sat back down in their seats, an oddly comfortable silence filled the room. You looked around to make sure there wasn’t some specific way to eat the food, you settled with just trying to eat it as quickly and quietly as possible. That was kind of hard though, once you took a bite you realized how right Eliza was. You felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Eliza filled the silence.

“Alexander, love, how was work today?” She smiled at Alexander, he didn’t seem to be happy though.

“He doesn’t even have a real job… Washington should have done something about him.” Was all that you were able to comprehend through his angry mumbles. Eliza heaved a sigh.

“We talked about this Alexander, John Adams has a job. And while we’re at it you must remember that George is no longer in office, he is back in Virginia, Adams is our president now.” Eliza explained. Wait, didn’t he say earlier that he worked under Washington? How can he work under him when Adams is in office?

“Betsy, I refuse to accept that that man is the leader of the country I fought for! He’s arrogant, ignorant and anti-charismatic!” Wow, he really didn’t like Adams did he? I guess I can’t blame him too much, no one really liked him as a follow-up to Washington.

“If that scoundrel thinks that he has the right to call me “Creole Bastard” than he is utterly mistaken!” Alexander spat. That fat motherfucker. Eliza coughed, practically choking on the tea she was sipping, Angie was staring at you with wide eyes, Philip and Alexander had wide grins stretched across their faces. Philip actually looked like he was trying with every ounce of strength in his body to not laugh. Why are they all looking at me like that?

“What did you just say?” Alexander asked with a sort of twinkle in his eyes. Oh no, what did I… Shit did I say that out loud?

“Uh, what? Did I say something?” You shoved a piece of bread into your mouth so that you wouldn’t be able to say anything else. This isn’t good, not only did I just make a reference out loud but it was also something that you probably didn’t hear women say! Nice job with trying to keep a low profile Y/N! Alexander and Philip both started to laugh hysterically.

“A fat motherfucker? That is a rather astute way to describe him actually!” Alexander howled.

“That is quite the slur, I have never heard someone say something such as that so casually!” Philip snorted. Eliza slapped Alexander on the arm and stared menacingly at Philip.

“Alexander! Do not use that sort of language around the children!” I never knew that you could yell quietly until now, Eliza you truly are impressive! You haphazardly ate the bread that was in your mouth, everything was happening so fast, you didn’t even realize how red your face had gotten.

“I am so, so sorry Eliza! That was extremely improper of me!” Eliza shook her head, giving another sigh.

“It is alright Y/N, my husband and son are also at fault for reacting in such a way. Dear, would it be alright if I asked you to watch your speech, at least around the little ones.” Her voice wasn’t quite unpleasant in that moment, it just sounded like a mom who wanted to make sure her children didn’t say something wrong. Which is exactly what she was. How do mom’s sound so nice yet so threatening at the same time? You nodded in a rather exaggerated manner.

“Of course! No problem at all, I’m really sorry…” You ran a hand through your hair to shake it out slightly. Note to self, never cross Eliza. Mom skills too great.

Supper finished relatively quickly after that, Angie and the little boys from earlier plus one more you didn’t recognize were the first to scamper off. Eliza stood up after a little bit and excused herself, she said that she would be in the garden for a little while. Now that you think about it, even for the time period, her clothes were still a bit off. Her dress was almost flat in the front, not figure hugging like most of the clothes in the 18th century, in fact the cloth seemed to pull away from her body. Weird. Alexander coughed softly to get your attention.

“I apologize again Miss Y/N, I promised you talks of literature during supper. If you would like you may join my son and I in the study. Not only can we discuss Shakespeare, as my daughter has told me you enjoy, but we might also converse on our…mutual distaste for…President Adams” Alexander’s voice strained as he said the last two words. Philip looked at you expectantly, he gave you a comforting smile.

“That sounds wonderful, I’d love to join you.” You sat up from your seat and began to follow Alexander down the hall. You matched your pace with Philip’s so that you would walk side by side. He looked down at you and nudged your arm. Looking up at him to see what he wanted he turned his gaze away, pretending he hadn’t done a thing. You chuckled softly and repeated what he did, he gave you a similar response.

All I have to do is not change history, simple right?

away from the sun ; teaser  {taehyung | reader}

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Once every five years, when the June solstice arrives and graces the sky with the midnight sun, a comet dashes by.

It is more than just a blinking light that moves at an unhinged speed. According to what you’ve heard, it looks like it stills in the middle of the vastness of space, and its tail flickers and shimmies in long tendrils of vibrant colors full of meaning — a subtle force that speaks to the humans who look up to the stars and set their eyes on the glowing meteorite, unique but just as intense for every single gaze. It speaks of soulmates and fate, of heavy truths and indelible bonds.

Each person sees a different pool of colors. You’ve heard more than a thousand stories, of people who saw the colors of the fireplace and others who were seized by the soothing hues of woodland during dawn. You’ve read about colors that go from the red blush of a beach beneath the sunset to the ivory traces of a wintry hill covered in thick snow. The colors do not give them the name of their soulmates, but once they find their other half, they will see those rich tones reflected in their lover’s eyes.

It is the most fascinating fairytale you have ever heard, and you have a hard time accepting it is all real, even if it’s been a reality that has existed long before you were born. And even if you haven’t been able to stare at the comet with your own eyes, you still look up to the day of your twenty first birthday with a fervor that never dies down. Every time you close your eyes you can almost see the set of colors blinking back at you, thousands of kilometers away but nearer than ever.

And more than knowing how the eyes of your soulmate will look like, you long to feel that exhilaration others are able to describe so distinctly, of getting a glimpse of something that goes beyond anyone’s perception. Something that’s not quite human, yet still feels close to home.

Valentine’s Day Love Languages: Words of Affirmation

Credence Barebone was a young man starved of the most basic human needs of affection and affirmation. In her efforts to practice “tough love” upon her adoptive children, Mary-Lou Barebone’s methods had, instead bred socially negative results. Credence, being the biggest receptor and made a forced glutton of these “affections”, faired the worst of them all. Granted, this was assisted by the fact that he had became the unwilling host to a destructive manifestation of wrath and hatred. But even post-havoc and post-Obscurus separation, the deeds done onto him had been done: Credence was damaged.

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Betty's on her Period (A Bughead Imagine)

Hey guys, you guys liked the last Bughead Imagine I did. So hopefully you guys like this and PLEASE SEND IN YOUR REQUESTS! My inbox is open so go ahead and inbox me!!! Thanks guys, love you, you’re the best!!! :)

Warnings: Mentions of Periods, pretty long imagine.
Pairing: Betty and Jughead
Fandom: Riverdale

Betty opened her eyes due to the morning sun shining into her window. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and sat up from her bed. Something didn’t feel quite right. She got up from her bed only to see a good amount of blood on her pink bed sheets. Betty’s eyes widened as she looked down and saw blood in between her legs. She quickly rushed to the bathroom to try to clean herself up as quickly as possible.

Ever since Betty started getting her period, it was very different from other girls’ menstrual cycles. Betty would get excruciating stomach cramps and heavy blood flow that wouldn’t lighten up until 5 days later. She would also get super emotional and moody. She was the exact opposite of her regular self.

While Betty was in the bathroom, tending to her issue, Jughead Jones, her boyfriend of 2 months, was trying to get ahold of her. He tried calling her cell phone but she didn’t answer.

“Juliet is probably still asleep” he thought to himself. He figured that it would be the gentleman thing to do to pick her up from her house and walk to school together. He tried calling 3 more times and still no answer. Jughead was starting to get worried and suspicious. He finally reached the Cooper residence and rang the doorbell.

"Hello Jughead. Please come in” Mrs. Cooper said, stepping away from the door so Jughead can enter.

"Hi. Um… do you know of Betty is still asleep?” Jughead asked,

"I’m not quite sure. She hasn’t come down for breakfast yet.” Mrs. Cooper proclaimed.

Jughead checked the time. It was 7:30. Classes were gonna begin soon.

"Want me to go see what’s taking Betty so long?” Jughead asked,

"Of course. Go ahead. Would you like anything?” Mrs. Cooper asked,

"Um… no thanks. I’m fine.” Jughead said before rushing upstairs.

Betty was sitting on the bathroom floor in agonizing pain. She was clenching her stomach and on the verge of tears. Jughead reached the top of the stairs and saw Betty’s bedroom door open. He peeked inside and everything seemed normal. Except for one thing.

The bed caught his eyes. The bedspread was lifted up slightly. Jughead lifted it up and saw the ruined bed sheets.

"Betty, I’m heading out to Chicago for my business trip. Have a great day at school. Behave yourself.” and with that, Betty’s mom slammed the door and proceeded going to work.

Jughead started to panic. So many thoughts ran through his mind. Was she taken in the middle of the night? Did she hurt herself?

"Betty?” Jughead said, slightly raising his voice.

A cry of agony rang through the empty silence of the house. Jughead raced out of the room and started banging on the bathroom door.

"Jughead…” a weak little voice said through the door.

"Don’t worry Bets. I’m coming” Jughead said, ready to go after what was hurting his girlfriend. He braced himself as he opened the door and saw nobody but his girlfriend on the floor.

Betty was digging her fingernails into the palms of her hands due to the pain she was in. Jughead bent down to see what was wrong.

"Betty where are you hurt?!” Jughead said, still in a panicky matter.

Betty was kinda embarrassed to tell Jughead what was going on. She just clung to his hoodie and yelled in pain. Jughead didn’t know what was going on.

He looked on the floor next to the toilet, an empty package for pads. Jughead then realized what was going on. Betty groaned and he helped her up.

"Betty, um… are you on your period?” Jughead asked,

Betty’s cheeks flushed into a light pink color. That’s all he needed to know. He pulled her in closer.

"Betty, we are boyfriend and girlfriend now. We can talk about things like this. You don’t have to be ashamed about it.” Jughead said.

Betty sighed and muttered a slight “okay”. Jughead wiped her tears and tried to see if Betty needed any help in her bedroom. Betty slowly walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, trying to tend to her bedsheets. Jughead followed behind her and heard her moan out in pain.

"Here, just hang tight for a second.” Jughead said. He quickly rushed over to the bed and tore everything off of Betty’s mattress. He rushed to the laundry room and put everything in the wash.

By the time everything was situated in the bedroom, it was already 8:06. They were late for school. Jughead knew that Betty was gonna be a total wreck if she went to school.

"I’ll call your mom and tell her what’s going on. Turns out Romeo is gonna have to take care of his Juliet today” Jughead said, giving a little smile at her.

"Ok Juggie.” Betty said.

After a 5 minute discussion about what to do to get rid of Betty’s cramps and to keep her maintained, Jughead hung up the phone and walked into the living room. Betty was fast asleep on the couch. He didn’t want to wake her up so he quickly wrote a note, saying that he is going to the local pharmacy to get certain things for Betty. And that is including pads, comfort food, and a couple of romantic chick flicks.

He hurried back quickly, not knowing if her situation got worse or not. But luckily, she was still fast asleep. Jughead took off his jacket and slowly climbed onto the couch with Betty. She cuddled into his chest and he rubbed her shoulder and gave her little forehead kisses until he eventually fell asleep with her.

Later after their nap, Betty was laying on the cough while Jughead was ordering some takeout from Pop’s for lunch. Jughead was in the mood for a burger, but Betty preferred have a tub of ice cream instead. Jughead just stared at her while she was laying on the couch with a heating pad on her stomach for the cramps and taking spoonful after spoon full of vanilla ice cream.

"How long is your mom gone for her business trip?” Jughead asked,

“10 days” Betty muffled, ice cream still in her mouth.

“Looks like I’m crashing here for a while until she gets back” Jughead said. Betty didn’t mind at all. She was so glad to have Jughead.

anonymous asked:

hey, I really like the chibi!deku&dad might comic you did, but could you explain the premise, if you have one formed? because I'm really curious about how they met and how old deku is since all might didn't get injured too long ago from the start of the series

The premise is something like this:

Toshinori has been released from the hospital.

Recovery girl had been the one to handle most of his procedure, patching up his battered body as best she could while keeping an eye on his vitals. Apparently, his most recent battle has left him with a permanent handicap on his strength and a life cut short.

He has been released from the hospital and escaped the clutches of death, but at a dire price.

“Thankfully,” she had said, frowning down at her clipboard, “there are only a few people who were alerted of this setback, and they can be trusted to keep the secret. As far as the general public goes, All Might simply encountered another villain in his daily life and dealt with the situation accordingly.”

He knows that he is fortunate. He knows that he has saved the world from a horrifying villain and come out of it alive.

But still, something a little like inadequacy and disappointment settles in his stomach. Pride at finally having resolved the conflict between the holders of One for All and that man settles within him - him, he had been the one to finally do it; his predecessor can rest easy and Gran Torino is proud - but at the same time that is precisely the problem.

It is done. Resolved. Accomplished. And he has been left with a debilitating handicap as a result.

And all the while, All Might is a pillar of strength and resolve still needed in this world of heroes.

(He doesn’t quite mind, that. It has always been his dream to be a hero, to do as much as he can to help the populace and protect the people, even to his last breath. But the battle with his arch-nemesis has come with a price, and it’s more than a bit difficult to accept the fact that his time as One for All’s sole bearer wears thin and his “final breath” may end up being sooner than he thought.)

So, it is with this mindset - looking battered and broken with gaunt cheeks and shadowed eyes that hold a weariness of carrying the world on his shoulders - that he encounters a young boy crying in the park.

Toshinori has always been the type to do as much as he can to try and see everyone smile. His whole reason for becoming a hero was because he had wanted to aid the cause and help change the world for the better.

Without really thinking, he walks over to the bawling child - noting the bruises and scratches with some quiet remorse - kneels down, and places a firm hand on the boy’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Boy,” Toshinori says, smiling, because All Might always has to smile. “Are you alright?”

He jumps back and just about dies when the boy takes one look at him and screams.

~~~

Once the boy finally calms down, Toshinori finds out that his name is Midoriya Izuku. And he is bullied for not having a quirk.

(It took a while to calm the boy down. One look at his face and Midoriya had screamed bloody murder, apparently downright terrified of the sight. Toshinori had only then taken true note of what he looked like after his encounter with the holder of All for One through the reflective metal of a beam and, yeah, he doesn’t exactly look like a pretty sight while smiling.)

Overall, Toshinori is, admittedly, a little shaken.

Because this boy is quirkless. Sure, Toshinori knows that it is still an occurrence these days, but it is a rare occurrence, and for him to encounter Midoriya Izuku the day he is released from the hospital after a battle that has left him as he is…

It’s a silly thought, though. A coincidence. Toshinori wants to try his best to cheer Midoriya up but this encounter doesn’t really mean anything, he is simply doing his duty as a hero that wants to help the people -

But then, Midoriya walks over to the bushes. He emerges with a toy, broken and cracked in his hands, cradling it carefully as his eyes begin to water anew.

“What do you have there, Midoriya boy?” Toshinori asks, quietly.

Midoriya sniffs, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he walks closer. “It’s… It’s my treasure.”

Toshinori says nothing in reply, staring dumbly at the familiar color scheme of red, white, and blue, the toy replica’s arm detached and bent awkwardly.

“Kacchan… Kacchan didn’t do it this time,” he says, clutching the toy in his hands. “But… some older people came around when I was playing, and - and I wanna be a hero but they looked at me like I was stupid and dumb because I don’t have a power and they, they -”

A hiccup, and Midoriya rubs a hand roughly over his eyes.

“I… I wanna be like All Might,” he murmurs quietly. “I wanna help people, I wanna be All Might’s sidekick, I, I…”

He looks up, wide eyes watering and voice nasally. Despite this, his next words are spoken with a steely determination.

“I wanna be a hero.”

This is the moment that the lives of two different people take an abrupt turn. Two, both who were born quirkless, one with the ability to pass on a powerful quirk and legacy and one whose dreams have withstood the grim reminder of the fates of quirkless.

Toshinori searches for the familiar strength that he holds, grasping it despite having been told not to just yet. But this is important, and he watches as Midoriya eyes fill with surprise, awe, and wonderment.

“Midoriya Izuku,” he says, and the boy seems to vibrate with contained excitement.

“You will be a hero.”


This is cheesy, I am a writer of cheese but LOOK… That is a PART OF THIS DUO, it just doesn’t feel right without Detroit Smash 100% levels of DORK.

Just in case, for clarification: Izuku is 9, almost 10, since All Might’s first encounter with Izuku was when he was 14 (and he got his injury five years before he met Izuku).

cause your favorite color is me

pairing: riley matthews & lucas friar 
word count: 2,006 
prompt: “day one: canon verse - something that takes place in the canon universe as we know it”
written for: rucas fanfic week 2017
summary: because riley’s always loved the color purple, but she’s fairly certain the color green might be the most beautiful color she’s ever seen in her life. 
notes: here’s my day one fic!! i’m not really sure exactly what prompted this idea, but i’m pretty pleased with the overall outcome. it doesn’t necessarily take place within a certain time frame, it’s post ski lodge, set sometime within freshman year of high school. it’s fluffy, and hopefully brings you feelings. enjoy! 

For the first fourteen years of her life, Riley is absolutely, one hundred percent positive that her favorite color is purple. Ever since she was a little girl, it had always been the color she had felt the most love for. On Halloween, she wanted to wear the purple princess dress, not the pink one, on her birthday she asked that all her presents be wrapped in purple wrapping paper.

On top of all of that, almost every creation she’s crafted in art class is splashed completely in purple and her stuffed purple cat, Violet, is one of her most prized possessions. It’s very easy to tell that her favorite color is purple.

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  • Baby: J-J-J
  • Mom: Come on you can do it. Juice?
  • Baby: Ja- Ja-Japan is an island by the sea filled with volcanoes and it's 🎶beautiful🎶. In the year negative a billion Japan might not have been here. In the year negative fourty thousand it was here and you could walk to it, and some people walked to it. Then it got warmer, some ice burgs melted, it became an island, and now there's lots of trees! because it's warmer. So now there's people on the island, they're basically sort of hanging out in between the mountains eating nuts off trees and using the latest technology like stones and bowls. Ding dong, it's the outside world and they have technology from the future (bronze age) like really good metal and c r a z y r i c e f a r m s. Now you can make A LOT of rice like really really quickly. That means if you own the farm you own a lot of food which is something everybody needs to SURVIVE. So that makes you king. Rice farming and rice kingdoms spread across the land. All the way to here. The most important kingdoms were here(hi), here(chikushi), here(izumo), here(kibi), here(yamato), here(koshi), and here(kenu). But this one (yamato) was the most most important, ruled by a "heavenly superperson" called (emperor) for short. Knock knock. Get the door, it's RELIGION. The new prince (prince shotoku) wants everyone to try this hot new religion (buddhism) from Baekj. "Please try this religion." He said. "No." Said everybody. "Try iiiittt" He said. "No." Said everybody again, quieter this time. And so the religion was put into place and all the rules that came with it. Then the government was taken over by a new clique and they made some reforms (Taika Reforms) like -making the government govern more and -making the government more like China's government, which is a government that governs more. "Hi China." They said. "Hi dipshit." (hi "wa"(dwarf)) Said China. "Can you call us something else, other than dipshit?" Said Japan. "Like what?" Said China. "🎶How about sunrise land?🎶" (nihon) (Japan) and so they stole China's alphabet and wrote a book about themselves. And then they made lots of poetry and art and another book about themselves. Then they stopped moving the capital every time the emperor died and kept it in one place for awhile. Right here (kyoto). And they conquered the north finally. Get that squared away. A rich hipster named kukai is bored with modern buddhism, visits china, and learns a better version (zen buddhism) which is more 🎶spiritual🎶. He goes back, reinvents the alphabet, and causes art and literature to be 🎶great🎶 for a long time and the rural palace turned into such a dream world of art that they really didn't give a shit about running the country. So if you live outside the palace, how are you supposed to protect your shit from criminals? 🎶Hire a samurai🎶. Everyone started hiring samurai. Correction - rich important people hired samurai. Poor people who could not afford to hire samurai did not hire samurai. The samurai became organised and powerful. More powerful than the government. So they made their own military government here. They let the emperor still be "emperor" but the shogun is actually in control. BREAKING NEWS the Mongols have invaded China. "We've invaded China" said the Mongols, "Please respect us or else we might invade you as well." "Okay" said Japan. So the Mongols came over, ready for war. Then died in a tornado. But they tried again and had a nice time fighting with the Japanese but then died in a tornado. Then the emperor overthrows the shogunate, then the shogunate overthrows him back then moves to kyoto and makes a new shogunate (ashikaga shogunate). The "emperor" can still dress like an emperor if he wants that's fine. 🎶Now there's more art🎶. Like painting with less colors, collaborative poetry, plays, monkey fun, tea parties, gardening, architecture, flowers. It's time for "who's going to be the next shogun?" Usually it's the shogun's kid, but the shogun doesn't have a kid. So he tries to get his brother to quit being a monk and be the next shogun, he says "✔ok." But then the shogun has a kid, so now who's it gonna be? Vote now on your phones, and everyone voted so hard (onin war) that the palace caught on fire and burned down. The shogun actually didn't care, he was off somewhere doing poetry. And the whole country broke into pieces (sengoku jidai). Everyone is fighting with each other for local power and it's anybody's game. Knock knock, it's Europe. No, they're not here to take over (yet). They just wanna sell some shit. Like clocks and guns and 🎶jesus🎶. So that's cool, but everyone's still fighting each other for control. Now with guns!! and wouldn't it be nice to control the capital (kyoto)? Which right now is puppets with no one controlling them. This clan (imagawa) is ready to make a run for it, but first they have to trample this smaller clan (oda) which is in the way. Surprise! the smaller clan wins and the leader of that clan (oda nobunaga) steals the idea of invading the capital and invades the capital. And it goes very well 👍. He's about halfway through conquering Japan when someone who works for him kills him, then someone else who works for him kills them. And that guy (toyotomi hideyoshi) finishes conquering Japan. And then he confiscated everybody's swords. And made some rules (no having a sword (or a gun) no climbing the social ladder pay taxes). "and now I'm going to invade korea and then hopefully china" he said and failed, and also died. But before he died he told these five guys (council of 5 elders) (ukita hideie, uesugi kagekatsu, mori terumoto, tokugawa ieyasu, maeda toshiie) to take care of his five-year-old son until he's old enough to be the next ruler of Japan. And the five guys said, "Yeah, right. It's not gonna be this kid. It's gonna be one of us. Cuz we're grownups. And it's probably gonna be this guy (tokugawa ieyasu) who happens to be way more rich and powerful than the others. A lot of people support him, but a lot of people support not supporting him. They have a fight and he wins. And starts a new government right here, 🎶Edo🎶 and he still lets the "emperor" dress like an emperor and have very nice things, but don't get confused, this is the new government (tokugawa family) and they're very strict. So strict they closed the country. (sakoku 鎖国 closed country) No one can leave and no one can come in. Except for the Dutch if they wanna buy and sell shit, but they have to do it right here (dejima). Now that the entire country was not at war with itself, the population increased a lot, business increased, schools were built, roads were built, everyone learned to read, books were published, there was poetry, plays, sexy times, puppet shows, and dutch studies. People started to study european science from books they bought from the dutch. We're talking geography, skeletons, physics, chemistry, astronomy, and maybe even electricity. Over time, the economic and cultural prosperity began to gradually slow down. Knock knock. It's the United States. With huge boats. With guns. Gunboats. "Open the country. Stop having it be closed." Said the United States. There's really nothing they can do so they signed a contract that lets the united states, britain, and russia visit japan any time they want. choshu and satsuma hated this 👎. "That sucks." They said. "This sucks!!!" and with almost very little outside help, they overthrew the shogunate (boshin war) and somehow made the emperor (emperor meiji) emperor again and moved him to Eto which they renamed "Eastern Capital". They made a new government, which was "a lot more western" (-new york times review). They made a new constitution (meiji constitution) that was pretty western. And a military that was pretty western (large). And do you know what else is Western? That's right, it's conquering stuff. So what can we conquer? Korea. So they conquered Korea. Taking it from its previous owner, china, and then got a little further and Russia rushes in out of nowhere and says, "stop, no, you can't take that we were gonna build a railroad through here to try to get some warm water." and Russia builds their railroad, supervised by a shit ton of soldiers. And then when the railroad was done they downgraded to A FUCK TON. Did I say downgrade? I meant upgrade. And Japan says "can you maybe chill?" and then Russia says "How About Maybe You Chill?" Japan is kinda scared of Russia. You'll never guess who's also kinda scared of Russia. Great Britain! So Japan and Great Britain make an alliance so they can be "a little less scared of Russia". Feeling confident, Japan goes to war against Russia (russo-japanese war) just for a moment and then they both get tired and stop. 🎶it's time for World War 1🎶 The World is about to Have A War. Cuz it's the 1900s and weapons are getting crazy and all these empires are excited to try them out on each other. Meanwhile, Japan has been enjoying conquering stuff and wants MORE. the next thing on their list is this part of China (qingdao) and lots of tiny islands (palau, marianas, carolines, marshall islands). But all that stuff belongs to Germany, who just had war declared on them from Britain because Britain was friends with Belgium which was being trespassed by Germany so they could get to France to kick France's ass because France is friends with Russia who is getting ready to kick Austria's ass because Austria was just about to kick Serbia's ass because someone from Serbia shot the leader of Austria's ass. Or... actually they shot him in the head. And Britain is currently friends with Japan, so you know what that means. Duh. 🎶japan should take the islands🎶 which they wanted to do anyway. So they called Britain on the tele(gram) to sort of let them know (can we take the islands thanks). Then they did it. And they also helped Britain a little here and there with some errands and stuff. Now the war is over and congratulations Japan! you technically fought in the war which means you get to sit at the negotiating table (paris peace conference) with the big dudes where they decided who owns what. And yes, Japan gets to keep all that shit they stole from Germany. You also get to join the post-war mega alliance 🎶the League of Nations🎶 whose mission statement is to try not to take over the world. The great depression is bad and Japan's economy is now crappy. But the military is doing just fine and it invades manchuria. And the League of Nations is like, "no, don't do that, if you're in the league of nations you're not supposed to take over the world!" and Japan said 🎶"how bout i do anyway?"🎶 and Japan invaded more and more and more and more of China. and was planning to invade the entire East. You've got mail! It's from Germany, the new leader of Germany. He has a cool mustache and he's trying to take over the world and needs friends. This also got forwarded to Italy. They all decided to be friends because they had so much in common. 🎶it's time for World War 2! (the sequel)🎶 Germany is invading the neighbors then they invade the neighbor's neighbors then the neighbor's neighbor's neighbors who happen to be Britain said 🎶"holy shit"🎶 and the United States started helping Britain because they're 🎶good friends🎶 and they started not helping Japan because 🎶"their friends and our friends are not friends" "plus they're planning on invading the entire ocean"🎶 the United States is also working on a large very huge bomb (atom bomb). "bigger than any other bomb, ever™" just in case. But they still haven't joined the war. War looks bad on TV and the United States is really starting to care about their image. But then Japan spits on them in Hawaii (pearl harbor) and then challenges them to war. They say yes. And then Germany, as a symbol of friendship ❤, declares war on the United States also. So the United States goes to war in Europe. And they help the gang chase Germany back into Germany and they also start chasing Japan back into Japan. And they haven't used the bomb yet, and they're curious to see if it works. So they drop it on Japan (hiroshima). They actually dropped two (nagasaki). The United States installed a new government inspired by the United States government. With just the right ingredients for a 🎶post-war economic miracle🎶 and Japan starts making TVs, VCRs, automobiles, and camcorders as fast as they can and also better than everybody else. They get rich. And the economy goes wild. And then the miracle wears off. But everything is still pretty cool I guess. 🎶Bye🎶
Frances Midford and comic relief in Kuroshitsuji

Guess you didn’t see that one coming, lol

Friendly reminder in advance that it’s only my opinion and you don’t have to agree. However if you don’t, no need to get aggressive because, guess what? I don’t answer violent arguments. :)

Also very lengthy post ahead.

Comic relief has always been a part of Kuroshitsuji since the very beginning, after all we know how Yana loves her jokes and it also helps to cope with the darker side of the story. However for every comical touch that we see too often, it’s natural to wonder if making us laugh is all that Yana has in mind when she draws these moments.
A few examples…

  • Elizabeth’s strength whenever she almost strangles Ciel or when she KO’ed Edward with just one punch -> considering how she fought on the Campania, one might wonder if it’s just a joke.
  • Lau being an air-headed opium dealer haha -> there have been several theories explaining that he could be betraying Ciel before the end (my fav is this one by rationalkuroshitsuji)
  • Ciel apparently never growing up -> how many people wondered if that wasn’t a hint for the 2CT or other theories about him?
  • And one of my favorite, the Undertaker asking for laugh as payment for his information, I’m sure we all smiled once -> we now know he is a Shinigami because he killed himself, so laughing and having fun are probably feelings he discovered post mortem and that’s actually really sad.  

So it’s hard to really draw a limit between comic relief and small hints meaning more serious business, which is why Frances Midford’s character is quite complicated to theorize about, because she’s one of the best examples of “comic relief” in Kuroshitsuji. I’ll try though.

1) First introduction and her dislike of Sebastian

It starts right at the moment she’s introduced for the very first time in ch14.

What a way to start, huh? Ah well, but it’s true that Ciel has known her since his birth so he probably had a few bad experiences with her, especially since we know that his own mother was definitely not as physically strong and at this moment, he doesn’t know about Lizzie’s strength either.

So it’s understandable that he sees his aunt in a different light when the other women of his family certainly aren’t as terrifying as her, and terrifying is the accurate word since even Sebastian isn’t at ease with her.

After all, Frances hates two things: Sebastian’s indecent looks and every haircuts with bangs (and unfortunately for Seb…..).
I’d like to emphasize that these are 2 different things: hate for haircuts is general (which means that even Snake and Ciel are sometimes punished)…

… While her dislike for Sebastian’s face is very personal.

And everyone knows what problems are hiding behind this recurrent joke:

  • Sebastian is in general considered to be quite the handsome man, both by women and men (Arthur Conan Doyle :)) and it was confirmed by Yana that him sharing similar looks with Vincent, Frances’ brother, was on purpose.
    eviltwintheory is asking the right questions about this point in this post, highlighting two possibilities: either Frances also made this kind of comments to Vincent (it’s true we have no idea what their relationship was like, but with Lizzie and Ciel engaged so young and the two children often spending time together, I’m guessing they were close) or the matter really is about Sebastian himself…
  • There is only one kind of characters who’d disagree about Sebastian being a handsome man, outside of Frances (who’s supposed to be human as far as we know): the Shinigamis.

According to the 3 panels above, it seems Shinigamis are able to perceive demons’ aura and also to see past their disguise, which explains Grell knowing how Sebastian was a demon at first glance, even though they still find him to be quite hot. In other words, Shinigamis are not fooled by Sebastian’s disguise since they can see right through it and because of that, they often see demons for what they are: “beasts”.

The question is, is Frances like the Shinigamis or does she just have a strong dislike for her brother and Sebastian’s faces?
Is it just comic relief, because we need one character to be able to impress Sebastian a little, or is it deeper than that?

2) Frances in the Campania and Weston Arcs

This happens right after he helps her in the Campania arc and it’s the first verbal mention of the 2 things she dislikes about him since ch14.

As you can see, Sebastian understands the “slovenly hairstyle” part but he doesn’t exactly get why she’d call his face that way (lol). Doesn’t it make sense though? After all she’s supposed to be human, so all she can technically see is what many people consider to be his “handsome face”.
But no, Frances Midford call that ‘slovenly’.

The more interesting part is still during the Weston arc in which, might I remind you, butlers and servants were forbidden, which is why Sebastian had to become “Professor Michaelis”.

Druitt annoying her aside, as you can see (I’m sure you can recognize Alexis Midford’s haircut under the red arrow) a crowd is separating Frances from her disguised target, who she couldn’t have known was present in the first place.

I won’t mention the fact that she recognized him from afar and with dozens of people separating them, however…

“I’m amazed you managed to grab me.”

True isn’t it? I believe this part is a very important one. After all…

  • she managed to distinguish him through the crowd, which was the easiest part since she knows him and he’s not exactly that well disguised
  • she managed to go after him and to stop him from running away, even though he had decided to back off and he’s a demon
  • as always he looks nasty to her

That moment is immediately broken by her usual tantrum about his hair which makes it look like it was all for fun but honestly I don’t buy it.

You can argue over whether she rather noticed him through the crowd or if she “felt” him (like a Shinigami would feel his demonic aura, I have to say I can’t decide myself), but I don’t think you can argue over her apparent speed.

Sebastian is a demon, we witnessed his strength, speed and powers several times, and he said it himself “I’m amazed you manage to grab me”: because he wanted to back off in order for her not to notice him; and not only did she notice him but she also managed to stop him when he was about to flee, even though she wasn’t exactly near him in the first place (big failure there, Sebby).

As always, it’s my interpretation and you don’t have to agree. :) However, when you add the scene of ch75 to the “superhuman strength” joke of ch14 and to what we witnessed of her on the Campania, without forgetting Lizzie who’s quite amazing herself and who learned from her mom, I don’t think you can consider Frances to be just the ‘funny and fearful aunt able to scare the bad demon’.

And if it’s more than that then it definitely stops being comic relief.

3) So… badass character with a true potential?

As I said above, aside from Frances, only Shinigamis showed an equal distaste for Sebastian’s appearance (oops, Grell aside) and we do know of one Shinigami who deserted but who also seemed to have a close relationship to both Frances’ mother and brother (and with her nephew until a few months ago in the story)… The Undertaker of course.

We don’t know for sure yet what kind of relationship he had with Claudia Phantomhive, so there are several possibilities. However, if you take in consideration the possible lineage Rudgar mentioned for Ciel in ch103…

…Well, you might as well think seriously about Frances’ superhuman strength and the fact she was able to stop a demon who was trying to get away from her.

I know quite a few people aren’t fond of the theory saying that the Undertaker might have procreated with Claudia Phantomhive (because for some of them, intercourse is okay but not procreation, seeing as he was dead while Claudia was alive, and seriously I understand) but unfortunately, only Yana has the answer to this for the moment. Still:

  • From Book of Circus and a close up on Claudia’s funeral locket, she was dark-haired like Vincent and Ciel while Frances is probably blond or has an even lighter hair color, so if Yana plays by the laws of genetics, her father preferably had a similar hair color (and the Undertaker matches for this criteria)
  • I already mentioned her strength and Shinigamis are known to be stronger than humans (and sometimes even stronger than demons) so even if she doesn’t have as much as strength as a Shinigami or as a demon, she could probably still be stronger than a normal human if her father was extraordinary
  • Even though this started as a joke, I wouldn’t even be surprised if it turned out to be true: they look like they tried to stop a storm with their bare hands and one cricket bat
  • Finally, as for her eyes: I’m hesitating on whether or not she really knows about Sebastian’s nature. As wondrouswatchdog once commented here, she might have the feeling that something about him feels wrong but she might not know exactly why. Or she really knows but proof for that is hard to find. She thinks he’s nasty so she might be able to see through his disguise but this is another point on which we’ll need Yana’s confirmation.

Last point is, Frances is Vincent’s sister (and he’s one of the main points of the plot since we still don’t know why he was killed) and the only real Phantomhive left outside of Ciel, as in she knows what this life is like because she was raised in the same world and saw her mother probably die of the Watchdog job at a young age (if Vincent was 15 then she was probably 13 at best).

For now she’s not getting involved directly in Ciel’s business, but Vincent was her brother and even if we don’t know if they got along or not, she might be really grieving over his murder. And as far as we know, she could even be after revenge herself (also, if Claudia died of unnatural causes like Vincent, it could be an even more motivating factor for her, especially considering her daughter is supposed to join the Phantomhive family in a near future) .

Between you and me, I don’t get why Ciel doesn’t realize he probably has 2 ways to find info on Claudia and the Undertaker if he really needs them: the first way is Frances who, as Claudia’s daughter and Vincent’s sister, probably knew him at least a little and the second way is Tanaka who was Vincent’s butler which means he was acquainted with the other Evil Nobles (but this part is irrelevant to this post :)).

So I’m guessing Frances could turn out to be important or more present when Yana will really start to link everything back to the main plot which, outside of Ciel’s own story, is probably also linked to the Phantomhive family in general and their duty as the Queen’s watchdogs.

Sebastian once said he was hoping to see Ciel take example on Frances (ch14) and I don’t know if he really meant it or not, but if Ciel ends up seeking advice it will have to be from someone who knows how to play this game and she might be the only one left.


(Thanks for reading, as always feel free to ask/add anything)

DAY #13 [vday challenge] (pt 2)

A/n: Here’s part 2! I hope you enjoy it!
Prompt: “I hate Valentine’s day.”

“I hate Valentine’s day,” John mumbled as he cut the call.

It was bloody midnight and Sherlock had called him to talk about his love life. Could the detective possibly annoy him more?

Beside him, Rosie shivered a little under the blanket and he pulled his daughter close. She was his lifeline now, with Mary gone.

Mary.

His heart tightened at her name. A year and a half had gone by, yet he hadn’t moved on. She was a part of him, his heart would still continue to beat faster at the sound of her name.

He suppressed a sob and kissed his daughter’s forehead, whispering the promise he made to her every night- he’d protect her with everything he had.


Sherlock woke up early next morning, and texted John to call him as soon as he was awake.

A minute later he was out and in the living room, talking to his best friend in hushed tones so as to not wake the sleeping y/n.

Y/n, however, crept to the door and opened it a smidge. She knelt silently next to it, listening intently.

“You have to help me, John,” Sherlock was saying.

“She’s very upset. I disappointed her and I think she expects me to make it up to her.”

Y/n’s lips curled into a small smile.

“Alright,” the detective finally said and cut the call.

Y/n trooped out of the room at a sudden thought that flashed across her mind.

Sherlock stopped momentarily at your sight and she saw his shoulders droop after he studied her.

“You heard me,” the detective stated, his eyes narrowing down at her.

“Yes. And I forgive you for yesterday,” y/n retorted.

Sherlock took her hands in his, “Thank you, but we should go on the date I promised we’d have.”

Y/n smiled at the dark haired slueth.
“I would love to Sherlock but I think we should ask John and Rosie to come over today. We haven’t been with them for a long time now and it is plausible that John missed Mary a little too much yesterday,” y/n finished, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

A flicker of something passed over Sherlock’s eyes and was gone before y/n could figure out what it was. Was it pride? ..Love?

He cast y/n a rare smile.
“If you say so, Y/n. I love you.”

Surprisingly enough, he pulled y/n close and planted a soft kiss on her forehead; turning around to go to his bedroom even before she had a chance to react.

Oh, how she loved him.


“I’ve missed you,” Sherlock cooed, picking up Rosie swiftly in his arms.

When the detective was with Rosie, he was something else entirely. He was so easy with her, always knowing how to hush her up or keep her entertained.

Y/n watched this as she served the dinner, her eyes momentarily watering at the sight. A loss was a loss, but Sherlock did his best to be the godfather John and Mary had wanted him to be.

John looked over at Y/n and then at Sherlock, smiling a little.

Rosie rattled off a bit of gibberish as she tried to wriggle out of Sherlock’s hold. He set her down, as she ran off to explore the apartment.

John looked on as she tottered across the room, her eyes widening at all the lab equipments she’d never seen before.

“She seems to have quite a liking to science don’t you think?” Sherlock asked John, smiling slyly.

“Oh don’t you dare get my daughter into all this. Can’t have fingers back at my house too!” John retorted.

Y/n laughed at the duo.

“I’ll watch out for little Rose, don’t you worry, John,” y/n assured him, patting his arm.

John chuckled, casting y/n a knowing smile. Sherlock was smiling at her too, something he didn’t do very often and it made her warm inside.

John looked at both of them and shook his head.
“You know, if you married Sherlock, you’d be Rosie’s godmother too,” he said casually, slurping at the soup.

Sherlock almost choked on his soup as y/n blushed a shade of red that was darker than the color of Rosie’s dress.

John quickly lightened the mood by launching into stories of Rosie, as she tottered around.
Still, the words he had said had seemed to affect Sherlock. He was listening to John intently and feeding Rosie too but his mind seemed to be working on something else, possibly what John had said.

Y/N watched him, running around Rosie and the thought of him being a father, her husband, warmed her insides till she thought she was going to burst. From what she was witnessing now, her mind could only picture one thing- Sherlock being a doting father to her child. 

She spent the rest of the night trying to hide her blush, her mind racing with the thoughts of a beautiful future.

//Gif not mine.

anonymous asked:

Really, I just wanna know how any of the Raúl characters (particularly Barba) feel about the fact that the fandom or their s/o has an infatuation with his tummy 😶 If you don't mind, that is... *sends love anyway because baby you're worth it 💃🏻💃🏼💃🏽💃🏾💃🏿*

pahahahahahahahaha ok ok ok ok. I know you said Barba but I totally thought of the awkward duckling Frederick so I’m doing both.

Originally posted by willinterrupted

Frederick knew he shouldn’t read reviews.

But, his most recent book had finally released to the public, and fortunately it appeared to be doing rather well. In fact, he had been invited for interviews, made it on the television. He wouldn’t quite consider himself ‘famous’ (he wouldn’t correct someone for suggesting so, of course), but he had indeed managed to find himself with a bit of a following- mostly young adults with a fascination that brought them to devouring anything and everything they could in regard to the criminally insane and serial killers…

And, well, while that may not be exactly the crowd he had intended on drawing in: it would do.

He had heard horror stories about Googling oneself. Who knew what you would find, especially if there was a reason for strangers on the internet to use your name?

What would happen, he wondered curiously one evening when the surveillance cameras of his hospital didn’t quite quench his nosinesscuriosity, if he simply…

“Dr. Frederick Chilton.” Send.
About 2,000 results (0.60 seconds)

Well isn’t that just fascinating?

Most of it was nothing new. A few opinions he had already seen, a video or two of his more recent interviews, some picture the press had gotten a hold of- he clicked over to “Images”, hoping he’d only find himself well-pressed and even better dressed.

The first row or two didn’t disappoint… but then, he stumbled upon a candid picture, or so it appeared. It was from a news station, shortly after he stood up and just before he re-fastened the button of his suit jacket; how embarassing, why would someone capture him without the blazer there to cover that boring dress shirt?

He couldn’t help from noticing, though; there were comments.
While pondering what ‘Tumblr’ could mean, Frederick went to the page containing the unflattering photograph, took a large drink of bourbon for courage: and opened up the hundred-or-so 'notes’.

“I’m obsessed with the tum-”

Tum? What are they talking about?

“Awe! LOVE THE TUM HE’S SO CUTE!”

… cute? Frederick wouldn’t quite have used that phrase to describe himself; dapper, handsome, suave maybe but cute? Whatever, though…

“LONG LIVE THE TUMMY OMG.”

Oh my god, he nearly choked on his drink- they were talking about his stomach? With wide eyes, he glanced downward, regarded his belly a bit more than he had in probably months. They said he had a tum? A cute tum, at least they were complimentary when discussing it…

“I looooooooove when he takes off his jacket-”

Why the Hell did he even waste money on nice suits? Apparently these Tumblr-folks would be much more interested in just seeing his stomach, his 'tum’ or whatever…

“The tum is so important! Daddy!”

……. Daddy….?

Very carefully, Frederick closed the laptop screen, brows knitting together. He was an acclaimed author, a doctor, a professional… yet, he was Tumblr-famous for his ’important tum’. Was this good or bad, he couldn’t quite decide.

Resolving never to bother Googling himself again, Frederick rose to his feet, tried his absolute best NOT to waste time studying his stomach any further- apparently there were already plenty of people who kept a close eye on it.

How odd.

He thought he had seen everything; but this?
A tum-obsession? HIS tum being obsessed over…?

People are strange. So, so strange…


Originally posted by rundalek

“Oh my God.”

Rafael Barba didn’t really find a reason to care that Carisi and Amanda were giggling at their cell phone. They usually found most anything amusing, especially kind-hearted Sonny, so who knew what they could have stumbled upon.

“I can’t believe someone actually made a blog about it-”

Why were they talking so LOUDLY, though? He was trying to concentrate, focus, actually get work done. Coming to the precinct may have been a mistake.

“These are pictures from his press conference on Wednesday…”

… Hold on… 

He had held a press conference on Wednesday.

Twisting in his seat, Rafael finally gifted the detectives the attention they were apparently trying to pry from him. “What on Earth are you two looking at?”

Proudly, Sonny snatched the phone, then turned it around so Barba could appropriately see the collection of photos. He squint, making quick work of scanning the little set. They were pictures of, well, him. “Who took those?”

“Your fans,” Amanda teased, and leaned over Sonny’s arm so she could scroll for him. “Look- they even leave comments.”

“You’re a hot commodity, Counselor!” Carisi only laughed when Rafael pried the phone from his fingers, then shoved his own hands in his pocket so he could carefully watch the ADA’s face. “Apparently you’re popular among the kids.”

Well, that would have been flattering, but the comments didn’t quite appear to be of the normal variety- a couple compliments about his suspenders (well, that’s nice of them) and a few side-notes about how great his hair looked (thank God he went to the barber just the day before)… but some were, well… a bit more interesting, to say the least.

Absently, his hand fell to his stomach, and at the sight of his slack-jaw and his brows nearly bouncing off his forehead- Rollins began to roar with laughter.

“HE FOUND IT!” She squealed, after hiding her face in the shoulder of Sonny’s suit.

Oh, but Rafael ignored her, much more distracted by the fact that these people were talking about… his ’tum’? He could only assume, due to the mentioned 'bottom right’ photograph where he was just about to button up his blazer, that they were indeed discussing his stomach.

And they were definitely not being shy about it.

“OH MY GOD I LOVE THE TUM!”

They couldn’t be serious…

“I hope he never loses the tum, it is so cute.”

Okay, maybe they were being serious…

“I’m OBSESSED WITH THE TUM. Court is in session and my body is ready, we can meet in my chambers.”

The color drained from his face… really...?

Barba couldn’t decide if he was mortified or just surprised. Not only was he not quite prepared to consider that he had… fans? But now, he had to consider… these people discussing his photographs were interested in his stomach. Honestly, he didn’t think it was that noticeable… had he gained weight, or was that maybe just a particularly unflattering dress shirt? Were his pants too tight?

“ADA 'THE BOOTY’ BARBA!”

Okay, maybe the pants weren’t the problem.

“What the Hell is Tumblr?” He asked from behind curled fingers, which were being used to try and hide the bewildered look on his face, as well as his blush. “How did you two even find that?”

“Are we not going to talk about the fact you’re famous for your tum?” Amanda was still trying to recover, giggles interrupted every few words.

Carisi elbowed her, pointed out a later comment he noticed after he was given his phone back “Lookat this one- PAPI PROSECUTOR.”

THAT was enough; Rafael slammed his palms on the top of the desk, pulling their attention off the little screen long enough to watch him recklessly shove paperwork and his book into the familiar briefcase. “I’m getting out of here, you two are ridiculous, I can’t get any work done-”

“Don’t forget your jacket, Barba-” Sonny bit the inside of his cheek, yet still couldn’t resist a final jab, “Or you may distract a blogger with your tum.”

State of Westallen: United (Part One)

Here’s the thing with Westallen: it’s something that has been written in the stars from the beginning and I want my shipping family to bask in the glow of being officially canon in the way we all wanted. Because this entire episode was a love letter to Westallen and I can prove it. 

First of all, let’s talk about Grodd’s invasion. Aside from being part two of an arc that brings the most comic book-y of all comic book fights to the screen, it’s reminiscent of Grodd’s first encounter with the Flash. Don’t forget, Grodd was the first enemy that Barry and Iris faced together. Iris – even when she hadn’t quite forgiven him for lying to her – gave Barry the strength to overcome Grodd. It was the first explicit mention in canon that showed how Iris has been instrumental by inspiring greater power in Barry. 

Originally posted by imnotgrantgustin

There a lot of great Westallen moments in the episode. That breakfast?! I hope Barry was planning on eating most of the pancakes and waffles because there is NO WAY Iris has that figure and eats an equal share of those waffles. Also, I noticed that juice in the background is next to a bowl of fresh oranges – you know that shit was fresh-squeezed. Barry is so extra, I swear to God. Also the moments of Iris supporting Barry to find another way because she is the heart of STAR Labs – she won’t compromise integrity even to save her own life. Also Friends Day = Valentine’s Day in a friends-to-lovers plotline? While telegraphing your Act 5 proposal? These writers think they’re so slick. 

Originally posted by emmasfairytale

That’s not what I’m going to focus on. Instead, I want to draw two deliberate comparisons. This episode harkens back to 1x20 (The Trap) A LOT. In case you haven’t done a re-watch in a while, “The Trap” had the following. First, that was when Barry saw the byline “Iris West-Allen” for the first time. Now he gets the chance to make that a reality. It was the biggest piece of foreshadowing yet, and something we sorely needed at the time. 

The most significant part for our purposes is the way Barry’s proposal differs from Eddie’s; especially in the way it was revealed to us the audience. I think we were all a little disappointed that we didn’t get a scene prior to the proposal of Joe giving Barry the ring and his blessing for a proposal. I think we’ll get an emotional speech at the engagement party (fingers crossed for 3x15!), but the fact that we didn’t get one shows something significant about Barry. We saw Eddie ask Joe’s blessing, because he needed to ask it. The audience got to see the proposal first and foremost from Joe’s perspective: that it was wrong for Iris. In fact, all the significant men in Iris’ life know about the proposal before she does – even Barry! We know why Barry wouldn’t want it to happen, but giving us Joe’s perspective first colors even non-shipping people’s view of the proposal with this sense of distaste. 

This is reflecting even more so in the actual proposal scene. Let’s look at how Eddie’s proposal was staged.

Look at how dark that scene is! The light from STAR Labs is cold and artificial, almost entirely shrouding half of their faces. They’re on a bridge (not bad Eddie) but it’s made out of aluminum that doesn’t evoke any kind of hominess and warmth, and they’re completely exposed. This is in part to allow the Reverse Flash to kidnap Eddie, but there’s no feeling of invasion when that happens. There’s no sense of intimacy here. Not to mention that the atmosphere is completely broken by Joe’s call, so that Eddie (not unreasonably) cuts off Iris’ communication with her dad, and she has absolutely no idea he’s going to propose. She a crack journalist at this point - the fact that she had no idea Eddie was going to propose tells me she didn’t want him to propose. 

Compare that with Barry’s proposal scene. 

Obviously you still have a lot of shadows, but look how much softer and warmer all that light is - and we all know how much Berlanti/Kreisberg love their light imagery! This obviously isn’t shown in the image above, but the entire set is covered with warm candles, with rose petals strewn all around. Iris can smell her grandmother’s noodles on the counter. This is her home. Everything in this scene whispers, “this is how well I know you, this is where you feel safe, this is where I want our life together to begin.” It’s also important in the scene how Iris knows exactly what’s happening the moment she walks in the door. She still asks, is still cautious, but the gasp we hear when Barry kneels isn’t of surprise. It’s Iris trying to contain her tears at the intensity of her emotion. 

Link to Part Two

imusuallyobsessed  asked:

Olicity in a turn-of-the-century frontier town. (I'm watching "When Calls the Heart" and it's stuck in my head.)

The sun was high in the sky and the dry dust swirled around his booted feet as Oliver Queen, Star’s sheriff, walked through the streets of his town.  At this time of day, crime was limited mostly to men getting charged too much for the rotgut they swilled in the saloons along the optimistically-named Glade Street.  So that meant he could leave his deputy, Roy Harper, watching the jail while he paid a visit to his sister and took her to lunch.  

He nodded at the townfolk who greeted him and did his best to steer well-clear of women like Miss Helena and Miss Susan.  They were both fine women, of course, but Oliver wasn’t ready to settle down.  Not when he had his sister to bring up and a town to protect.  Not when he was still atoning for what he had done during the War Between the States.

Soon, he arrived at the small house he shared with his sister.  Taking off his hat as he stepped onto the porch, he opened the front door and called out, “Speedy?”

“In here, Ollie!”  His sister’s voice floated out of the room their mother would have called a parlor, but which they called the sitting room.  Since after all, they weren’t back East anymore.  

“Thought you might want to get lunch with your brother, if you wouldn’t be too embarrassed–Oh.”  

Thinking his sister had been alone, Oliver hadn’t thought anything of tugging his shirttails free of his pants and unbuttoning a few buttons while walking into the sitting room.  He had sweated through his shirt in the dry Arizona heat, so he knew Thea would insist on a fresh shirt if she was to go to lunch with him.  

But his sister wasn’t alone.  There was a young woman, with blonde hair twisted haphazardly into a knot, wisps escaping around her pink-and-white face.  Behind her spectacles, her eyes the color of the sky were wide, and her naturally pink lips were parted in an O at the sight of him in his unkempt state.  

“Ollie, really?” Thea asked as Oliver quickly put himself to rights.  He nearly dropped his hat until his sister plucked it from his grasp and stepped away with it.

“You could have given me a warning,” he muttered at Thea’s back before turning to his sister’s guest.  “Beg your pardon, ma’am.  I didn’t realize my sister had a visitor.”  

“No … no, it’s quite all right,” the young woman said, sounding rather dazed.  That made Oliver take another look at her, wondering if perhaps the heat was getting to her.  She had the look of someone newly arrived from the East; perhaps she was feeling light-headed?

Thea returned from the hall and said airily, “Oliver, I’d like to introduce Miss Felicity Smoak of Boston.  Miss Smoak, this is my brother, Sheriff Oliver Queen.”  

“Pleased to meet you, ma’am,” Oliver said, nodding to the young woman.  “Welcome to Star.”  

“Thank you,” Felicity said, fidgeting a little with the handkerchief in her hand, before rising to her feet.  “I don’t want to intrude upon your no-doubt-limited time together as siblings, so this seems like a perfect time to conclude my visit–”

“Oh, no,” Thea replied.  “If Ollie’s gonna take me out to lunch, he can take you out, too.  That way, you can explain more about your problem and he can start to help you.”

Oliver knew at this point he should protest Thea’s high-handed treatment of not just himself, but Miss Smoak, too.  Yet … there was something about the woman in front of him, in the bright blue dress.  Some spark about her, even though he had only just met her, that made him want to get to know more about her.  And after all, if she had some business that required the sheriff–well, he was the sheriff.  

“I couldn’t possibly–” Felicity began, but Oliver held up a hand and she shut her mouth so hard, her jaws clicked together.  

“Miss Smoak, I don’t know much what Boston’s like,” Oliver said, gazing down at her.  She was so much shorter than he was, yet her presence seemed to fill up the room.  “It’s probably not that different from Philadelphia, where Thea and I were born.  Yet out here on the frontier, people take care of each other.  We help each other.  And we certainly give newcomers a warm welcome.  So please, allow me to treat you to lunch and help you get the lay of the land.”  

She bit her lower lip, her white teeth sinking into her very plump, very kissable bottom lip.  Oliver swallowed, trying to get his thoughts–and his body–under control as he waited for her response.

“Thank  you so much, Mr. Queen.  Sheriff!  I meant Sheriff Queen.  Although I do regret that I might have need of your services as sheriff, instead of just getting to enjoy lunch with you.  And your sister, of course.  I–I would gladly accept your invitation.  ‘Your’, in this case, being both yours and Thea’s invitation.”  Felicity took a deep breath, her face going even more pink.

He couldn’t help staring at her, a small smile growing on his face.  For an Eastern girl, she wasn’t polished to a boring perfection, this Felicity Smoak.  She would be the last kind of girl his mother would have wanted him to become acquainted with.  Yet in that moment, Oliver Queen realized he was going to become more than acquainted with Felicity Smoak.

Someday, she was going to be his bride.

starry-eyedyouth  asked:

OOh congrats on your good grades!! That's awesome! So you asked for drabble requests from that kiss list thing, but your requests also say closed so if this isn't okay then just ignore, but if it is then if you want, could you do a drabble with the eyebrow furrowy one, and the leaning foreheads together thang if you can do both? if not just the eyebrows. With Jimin plz? I'm feelin' some Jimin feels rn. Thanks!! Good job with your exams!!

Kissing requests <3

 guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately + pressing their foreheads together while kissing

Paring: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff // Ballet!au // Drabble

Word count: 1.169

Author’s note: Thank you darling, I’m super relived about it tbh :’) and yes requests are open but only shortly and for that list!! Anyway, thank you for requesting this, anonnie ^^


Sometimes, you find yourself looking at Jimin’s lips with a faint sting nestling within your heart.

He’s talking, with the biggest smile blossoming every now and then between excited sounds and limpid eyes as his hands draw shapes in the air for the joyful, blinding happiness that has his whole features gleam more than usual. His cheeks, you notice leaning better against the balcony railing, are of a lovely shade of pink, the one you know appears only for the very special occasions. It’s an enchanting view, this boy fumbling over his own tongue under the last light of the day – hues of gold and roses and tulips sliding along Jimin’s skin and in between his lashes as hectic words trip against each other for the excitement urging them too quickly on the edge of his mouth.

Really, it’s a beautiful view only for you to witness, yet –

Yet, his voice, however exquisite, now feels muffled against your eardrums, because your eyes are lowered on the border of his cupid’s bow and you truly can’t seem to focus on his acceptance into the biggest ballet studio of the country – not when the possibility of never knowing what his lips taste like is so terribly near.

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anonymous asked:

would u be terribly against doin a quick lil sequel to either the prettiest thing (i've ever seen) or say my name? i'm the anon who came screamin at u at the beginning of the month, and tbh??? i'm still not over either of them

Nonny! The workweek from hell ate my life, but finally, here you are. I hope you like it.  It’s a summertime timestamp for Say My Name, the first Sidgeno fic I ever wrote. Title is from “Bloom,” by the Paper Kites

oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness

Sid’s officially losing his mind. 

It’s not like he hasn’t been through several rounds of university finals before, but this year he’s being driven especially crazy. His course load was heavy this semester, and while he appreciated being challenged by his professors, and while he loves his major, he’s just, so. 

Fucking. 

Exhausted. 

Pittsburgh’s having a heat wave, and the hot, sticky weather clogs Sid’s lungs with humid air and makes him feel tired and drained all the time. Perversely, despite being Russian, Zhenya revels in weather like this. While Sid daydreams about snow and lies on the floor in front of the fan in a puddle of sweat and misery, Zhenya swans around in loudly colored tank tops, energized by the heat. It’s rude. Because Zhenya with sun-kissed skin in tank tops (ugh, shoulders and biceps and forearms and collarbones)  is a temptation Sid does not have time for. 

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Entropy

Characters: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 12,121

Genre: Angst

Warning: Mentions of death. Implied smut.


It was well into the new year and the weather was finally starting to warm up, or so you thought until you woke up to find the need to put on an extra jacket. It wasn’t quite summer yet, to your dismay, and that meant that exam season was slowly making its descent upon the students. Your other friends and colleagues all felt the pressure from the piling assignments given by relentless professors, along with any other jobs or worries on the side that kept the rest of their days just as busy.

For you particularly, it was a part-time job at a café that didn’t feel part-time at all. Being a poor college student, you needed all the extra money you could get, and that meant working right after your grueling morning classes during the weekdays, and even clocking in on the weekends whenever you were able to do so.

Even with your packed schedule, you were able to manage your time well enough; you wished you could say the same for your boyfriend.

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