i've actually had this for like a year now. i only got around to watching it today

anonymous asked:

Any headcanons about how Aunt May and Uncle Ben would've been with Peter when he was young, before his parents left?

may and ben never planned to have kids because they genuinely didn’t want any, they’re fine to just babysit for a few hours to get their fill of cute children being wholesome. and sometimes they think they may want some, but then richard and mary have peter. and they’re so overjoyed for them, but they see how peter cries and how he keeps richard and mary up all night. how often his diaper needs changing, how completely needy children are. and they both agree they definitely don’t want kids.

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Once again, I've done a thingy

So.. This happened. I don’t know what inspired me to write this (actually I do- it was a promt I saw about person A visiting Person B’s grave and person B dropping snow on A when they start to cry, but I don’t know who came up with it SO IM SOOOOOOOO SORRY DONT HATE ME!!!)
Also, if there are any mistakes I apologize as I’m NOT the best writer… I’d barley pass the bar for decent. But none the less I wrote this for @altisetsky because I’m obsessed with her blog and have no self control. Keep up the good work!!! Hope you enjoy❤️

Yuri Plisetsky is not an emotional person. Angry and harsh, yes, but not emotional.
Breakups- you lost him.
Rude comments- you shouldn’t have been looking then.
Second place- he’d better work his ass off at practice!!
But it wasn’t until he hit the brick memorial to avoid hitting a dog in his brand new $895,000 car was when his world shattered, and Yuri Plisetsky genuinely sobbed.
Not because it was his new, expensive car that he spent years to save up for so when he finally got his license he could flaunt it, it was because his best friend- his boyfriend- was in the passenger seat minutes before and was now through the thick, glass windshield, seatbelt doing nothing to protect him. Blood was pouring from his mouth and head, and Yuri was unable to move his right arm and right leg, hip to toe. Ignoring the agonizing pain he was in, he still reached to call the police and cling to his now unconscious partner.

Otabek was dead within 8 seconds of the crash.

Of course Yuri blamed himself, despite his friends and Otabek’s family assuring him the avoiding the dog was the right thing, and Otabek would’ve done the same. But he didn’t care. He felt like shit. The two were in an argument and the last thing he said to Otabek was “I don’t care anymore! Just do what you want!” Then silence. Then the crash. He knew it was his fault. He stopped going to school. He stopped driving with people in the car. He stopped caring in general. He’d sit in his bed, watching static. But now after 4 months, he knew he had to begin healing. It wasn’t going to be easy. But it had to be done.
“Hey Beka. I brought you some r-roses.” Tears began to well up in his eyes as he stared at the tomb. It was a beautiful sight, Yuri and the Altin’s wanted only the best for the best. Thankfully they allowed him to be buried in St. Petersburg so Yuri would be close. It was a beautifully made stone, white marble with black veins. A rose with his name and dates was carved and his teddy bear, ice skates and his picture were leaned up against it in a glass box. It was the only grave on a hill, under a tree so his visitors would have privacy. It was a beautiful sight for a beautiful life.
Yuri leaned down on his knees, laid out the roses in his glass box and kissed the grave, despite the frost and freezing temperatures.
Otabek always love the winter.
“So, I don’t know if you saw but Mila drove herself and I around visiting your favorite places. She misses you too. Viktor and Katsudon miss you a lot too, believe it or not. We all do. And,”
He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t spend the night like I usually do, but with the snow storm your mother called and begged me to stay in and come today, so I’m here now. I know how much you liked me being with you at night. And I know to get me back you would tickle me until I could sit up and kiss you, but as punishment I’d make you carry me around. Just like last winter. Oh, and I know how much you wanted to see that new superhero movie, so I bought you a ticket. And you can hold on to it.” He took the ticket out of his pocket and put it in the box. “I hope you don’t mind, but it’s in the back. I know you hated sitting there, but I’d rather you have it than to not, because you were so e-xc-cited. Y-ou c-couldn’t w-ait.” Tears fell from his eyes, freezing in the snow. His cries turned into painful sobs. “And I’m sorry for c-crying, it’s j-ust isn’t t-the s-ame and its all my f-fault, I sh-ouldnt have y-elled, and it’s b-ecause of m-me you’re g-gone and I-”
Yuri was cut off by a pile of snow falling on his head.
Otabek never liked it when he cried.
He laughed around his loud sobs. “You got me again…”

anonymous asked:

I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write some andreil angst/comfort (since its your forte) about Neil sneaking around and Andrew assuming maybe he's cheating (or the non-relationship equivalent) but it's actually something else completely?

you are very sweet <3 this is admittedly pretty light on the angst, lol

Friday afternoon found Andrew watching Neil slicing vegetables for a casserole, up to his elbows in carrot and potato and celery.  Andrew, who was quietly directing him from where he was sitting on the counter, bumped his heel into the cupboard door once.

Neil didn’t look up, but he knew when Andrew wanted his attention.  “Yeah?”

Andrew said, “Are you sleeping with someone else?”

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Drunk Crush Ramblings

In which Grantaire and Eponine whine about their crushes and Montparnasse keeps his silent

featuring: Jehanparnasse, Enjolras, & Eposette. Innuendoes, Sass & Pining

“So, that’s how threesomes happen, right? A no strings attached kind of thing? Though I could do with some ropes.”

Montparnasse snorted, pressing the neck of his beer bottle against his mouth. It wasn’t even the nice kind of beer; it was the first price piss Eponine kept in her fridge in case she had guests to entertain. Montparnasse was a classier guest than most, but the bottle of vodka they had nursed between the three of them―Grantaire, Eponine, and himself―lay empty on the coffee table, so the bottled urine would have to do.

“Oh Honey,” Montparnasse smirked, his head lolling dramatically towards Grantaire, “you couldn’t handle me in bed if you tried.”

“I have very large hands,” Grantaire retorted, wiggling his eyebrows.

Sprawled on the couch, his leg stadling the arm rest, Grantaire looked even more like a mess than he usually did. But he was a tolerable mess, and an entertaining one at that, so Montparnasse just played along and nudged his thigh from his end of the couch. Across from them, slumped on a moth-eaten armchair, Eponine was giggling at them.

“Didn’t think you’d be so eager to fuck Enjolras out of your head, R,” she said, whistling slightly in her beer bottle.

Montparnasse quirked an eyebrow in her direction. The name was familiar, but he had never been bothered to learn the names of all of Grantaire’s friends. The man was an IKEA kit who came which too many spare parts.

“Blondie,” Eponine explained.

Oh. A sly smile grew on Montparnasse’s lips, and he reached for the cigarettes he kept in his jacket.

“Blondie, eh?” he quipped, a cigarette locked at the corner of his lips. “Typical. I’m even slightly disappointed.”

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Run. Part 1

Requested By Anonymous. Clarke makes it back to the rocket in time for it to take off, but her helmet is still cracks and she’s covered in boils.

 Clarke pushed her feet further with every bit of energy in her, she’d managed to get the antenna working and she only had nine minutes to get back before the others were forced to leave. Clarke could sense Praimfaya approaching behind her and she’d never moved so fast in her life. For little legs she was doing well, that was until she tumbled over a sticking up branch, crashing down on the floor the brunt of the force hitting the glass and she was on her feet nevertheless, moving once again as the crack in her mask expanded and soon enough the glass completely shattered and she could barely breath. She could hardly run anymore but her body pushed. She had to get to the rocket, she had to reach the others. She had to get back to Bellamy.

Out of breath she fell into the lab, helmet long gone but her skin was bubbling and burning, screeching in pain, her suit had been slightly torn by the fall. Her pain filled cries were heard from down the stairs and in seconds footsteps were echoing towards her until she saw a fuzzy vision of Bellamy and Murphy. They were yelling but it was only muffled as her ears burned with boils. She felt the blood trickle out of her mouth as she collapsed in someone’s arms before feeling herself get carried towards the glistening white rocket.

“Get her in fast, we need to leave now!” It was clearly Raven’s voice but she couldn’t see her, only hearing a mumble of mortified gasps. Clarke could only imagine what she looked like, she gathered it was an unpleasant from the sharp gasps. She heard a slam of a hatch and she knew soon enough Raven would be shouting for them to hold on. But Clarke knew she might not make it to that point, she could barely see or hear and she felt the sizzling flaming all over her body, she just had one thing to say if this really was her time to die.

“B-Bell-” She hissed through the pain, it was harder to talk than she thought. The burning coming from around her mouth too, making it even worse. Whoever was beside her must of heard her struggle too and scolded.

“Sh Clarke, you’re just making your injuries worse. You get sick before you get better alright.” It was definitely Bellamy’s optimism, he was close to her she could feel it, there was a click of a belt and she wondered if he was in his seat yet. But Raven yelled out.

“Bellamy, sit your ass down before you get thrown around this rocket like a ping pong ball!” Raven demanded and Clarke heard a faint click before the rocket began to rattle to life, preparing to shoot off into the atmosphere. “Get ready girls and boys!”

With that Clarke felt the rocket be released from it’s launchpad, the entire time there was a gentle hold on her hand, she knew it was Bellamy because he was gentle with her injuries even though it still hurt, she didn’t want him to let go so she didn’t complain. If she was to die in the rocket she’d at least want it to be in his hold. The burns and boils effects were intensifying, Clarke cried out in pain.

“My hands feel like someone has just ripped them off, I can’t imagine the pain she’s feeling.” She heard Monty called out from the other seat beside her, the rocket shook violently, tousling them around only adding to the agony she was going through. She just wished it would kill her already. Just as her thoughts crossed, her eyes fluttered shut, the pain subsiding as she passed out her screaming finally falling silent. Bellamy didn’t care less about the rattling of the rocket he was calling her name, his voice desperate for her to wake. He wasn’t able to check her pulse seem as it under her suit and if he opened that now the oxygen in her suit would be sucked out. All he could do was hope but she wasn’t breathing and keeping hope when her head was lolling side to side, no sign of life in her, was hard.

“You need to wake up Clarke, you have to show me you’re alive, please,” Bellamy begged as they entered orbit and Raven now swivelled in her seat to check if everyone was ok. “Show me something.” Bellamy’s hand on Clarke’s knee was what was keeping her from hovering in her seat because of the Zero-G, Bellamy knew her belt would press against her already blistered stomach if he released her, so he snapped his head in Raven’s direction urgently. “Hurry, Raven, if she is alive she probably won’t be for much longer.”

Raven understood, undoing her belt and the Zero-G took over and she let out a happy laugh before doing a front spin as Murphy and Monty reached the hatch tugging it open, Echo and Emori watched in amazement, they’d never seen anything like it. Raven kicked through the leg and pushed herself outside, Harper had attached her wire to assure that Raven didn’t end up floating around aimlessly. Bellamy wished Raven well before returning his attention to the unconscious Clarke.

“We didn’t survive this long for you to die on me, Clarke.” Bellamy growled, he was angry that she was dying, angry that Monty got hurt and he had to leave Clarke. He was mad that the nightbood didn’t seem to be working. There were several other reasons for his frustration and each one made him need Clarke more. He couldn’t survive the next five years in space without her, he wouldn’t be able to handle Murphy’s taunting remarks or Monty’s consistent need to work or Echo’s…Echoness. He needed Clarke to keep him centered and if she wasn’t he’d end up spending those five years of his life shut away in his room, until he came back to Earth and reunited with his sister. Before he allowed his emotions to come out.

“She did it!” Monty let out happily, unclipping his belt and pushing into the seat where Raven had sat. He’d got basic training from Raven how to move the rocket into the hatch and he hoped he didn’t do something stupid, they only had a limited amount of fuel, plus their oxygen tanks were flashing red now. It was now or never or they die. 

The moment they slotted in the space provided, Bellamy felt the Zero-G vanish, Monty was out first, Murphy following helping with the oxidation machine, they had two minutes of air and Bellamy knew if need be he’d give the remainder of his oxygen to Clarke, without it her body would shut down much faster than the others would. Bellamy was last out seem as he was carrying her bridal style, praying he wasn’t hurting her and made his way out, Harper and Echo waiting ready to take her from him, but he shook his head.

“Come on, we need to get to a vent.” Bellamy instructed, gesturing for them to follow him towards where Monty and the others had darted off. Clarke shifted in his arms and he let out a sigh until he realised she woke because of the pain, his eyes watering as he saw her pain, he wished he could trade places with her, take her pain away. He sat down against a wall beside a vent, he was going to place Clarke next to him but he couldn’t bare it, so he left her sobbing in his arms until Monty signalled it was fine to remove their masks, he pulled Clarke’s off first. Then his own. They both gasped for breath, Clarke curling in his arms as the agonising pain shot through her. “Hey. Hey look at me okay. Look at me.”

Clarke looked at him through tears, trying to push away the pain for a second to give him her attention. Bellamy had a tear stained face, almost as soaked as hers but he cradled her face in his hands, she tried not to wince at the contact.

“You get sick before you get better, right? The pain is temporary, you will not die, ok. You will not die.” Bellamy’s voice was strained, his face close to hers, she wasn’t sure how he could actually see her when she knew her face was covered in blisters and boils. But Bellamy couldn’t care less, this was the girl he’d had no intention in falling for, the girl who stole his heart and took him by surprise. The girl who stood by his side and that wasn’t ending now. Clarke nodded, just for him, she didn’t know if she was going to make it but she knew she had to give him hope, so she managed a smile through her tears and nodded, relaxing when she saw the relief swamp his expression. “Good.”

baby, there’s a shark in the water pt. 3 (final)

pairing: reader x young k x wonpil x sungjin x jina (oc)

genre: angst

word count: 5,431

previous: pt.1 | pt.2

note: i want to thank everyone who has left comments and supported this mini series. this was intially suppose to be a one-shot but you guys kept me motivated and also inspired me to make it longer. sadly this is the finale and I hope you guys will still enjoy this last piece, happy reading!

It was like he vanished into thin air. No one knew where Brian Kang had disappeared to, not even the teachers. There were rumors of him being expelled and harsh words that he might have been locked up. All which made you worry like crazy, it hurt your heart knowing that you were the last person to see him. 

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So, Prison Break will be back in a matter of hours.

And to a lot of you, that may mean nothing. 

But it means a hell of a lot to me.

Prison Break first aired when I was fourteen. I don’t remember much about the night itself, but what I do remember is kicking up a real fuss when my brothers outvoted me on the choice of programming, the two of them commandeering the TV remote and forcing me to watch the pilot of this new prison show instead of the episode of House that I had apparently very much wanted to watch at the time. After that night, though, House certainly never took precedence in my schedule ever again, because I had fallen hard for Prison Break in a way that I never had with a show before (or since), my soul already eagerly sold to it before the credits were even rolling on the first episode. 

For the next four years of my life, it was my obsession, my joy, my greatest love, the one thing I could talk endlessly about (particularly any part related to MiSa, my OTP of all OTPs), and the mere thought of which would always make me happy. It led me to my first fan forum, to amazing friends (who I am still in touch with to this day), and also brought me into the world of fanfiction, which in itself became (and remains) a hugely important part of my life. 

As it went on, the show not only taught me life lessons like sacrifice and making difficult decisions and taking responsibility for your actions; it also taught me about myself, and what I wanted and valued and believed. And, as with any show that truly pulls you in, the characters were always far more than just actors spouting lines– they were like family to me, and I celebrated and struggled and grieved with them through four incredible and traumatising seasons. I genuinely cried more tears for them and their pain than I ever did over anything else in my own (obviously very fortunate and privileged) life. 

The same year that Prison Break ended, I graduated high school and was accepted into medical school, a career that I had chosen for several very good reasons, not the least of which was because my still-forming teenage self had looked at Dr Sara Tancredi and had seen exactly the kind of woman I wanted to grow up to be. About five years after that, I was freshly graduated as a doctor, and finally got the chance to meet Went, Dom, and Sarah at my first Comic Con, and was able to thank them in person for the beautiful thing that they had helped create, and which– in Sarah’s case in particular, of course– had helped to create me. 

Today, I’m exactly a month shy of my twenty-sixth birthday, and have been a doctor for almost two and a half years, having even worked briefly in the prison system during that time, among many other things. I may not have the posters hanging on my wall anymore, and the cardboard box full of memorabilia and carefully folded cranes might be tucked away in a closet out of sight, but even still, this show has never left me. It’s in the “Be the change you want to see in the world” ring that I’ve worn every day for the last nine years. It’s in the tiny origami flower that has been tattooed on the back of my left ear since I was nineteen. It’s in the crane that was tattooed on my left wrist two years ago in Chicago, with those same old forum friends beside me, all coming together for the first time in our ten-year friendship to visit the city and the prison that had been the setting for the story that had brought us into each other’s lives. But even more than the marks on my skin, its mark is still inside me, a permanent building block in the foundation of who I am. 

In the last eight years, there’s only one thing about this show that I’ve always regretted, one thing that I have literally wished (on shooting stars, four-leaf clovers, birthday cakes, 11:11, dandelions– you name it, I’ve wished on it) that I could change. Of course, I know that happy endings don’t always exist; that reality is hard and cruel and whatever, so supposedly TV should be too. But that never stopped me from wishing that there could have been just one more happy ending out there to give to this story.

Then, about two years ago, something happened. Stars– both astronomical and celebrity– aligned. Whispers like ‘reboot’ and ‘season 5′ floated around, and then suddenly, startlingly, my dream had started looking like a possibility. A possibility that eventually turned into a miraculous definite, the confirmation followed by months of filming and promoting that I promptly did my very best to ignore or hide from, because I was convinced that if I thought about it too much– let myself hope too much– it would somehow all disappear again; would revert to being merely an elaborate fantasy that I’d concocted in my head, a silly fangirl’s headcanon to rectify her OTP’s heartbreak as well as her own.

But tonight, it’s all becoming real. Tonight, for the first time in eight years, I will turn on my TV and see my character-family again; will experience that old feeling afresh. And though there’s certainly always the chance that the new season will somehow be a disappointment, or will only add more pain, it’s a chance I’m so very willing to take.  

A chance that I’m so, so grateful even exists.

So, if you can, tune in tonight (9/8c on Fox). Even if you’ve never watched before, even if you think that frankly I’m probably just overhyping it and it’s actually nowhere near as great as I claim. Do it anyway, and show the network and showrunners that what they have done means something to the viewers out there– to the people like me, who got far more from this show than just a fascinating story, who might have been a very different person today if they’d managed to wrestle the TV remote off of their brothers on that one night a dozen years ago. And who knows; a success for Prison Break now, like with The X-Files and Gilmore Girls before it, could mean reboots– and therefore justice– for even more beloved shows down the line, and even more opportunities for other fans to re-experience the things that helped to shape them into who they are.

And, well, this moment may have been eight long years in the making– but whatever happens, it was worth it.

sanfranciscocablecar  asked:

I've got another request for ya! How bout this: Harry and the missus have like 2 or 3 children but they're all boys. Harry really wants to try for another child in hopes of a girl and has to convince the missus.

Hope you guys enjoy this one!

You’d just gotten home from dropping off the kids at school, and all you wanted was a few hours of peace before you had to go pick them up again. Having three kids was exhausting, but even more so when they were all boys who were constantly hitting eachother. So you savored every moment of silence you could possibly get.

As you dropped your keys on the counter, you were surprised to see Harry still standing by the coffee pot.

“Took the day off.” He yawned, turning around and smiling with a hot mug of coffee in his hand.

“Want some coffee? I bought the one you like.”

Normally you would’ve said yes, but being in the mood you were today, you only grumbled a ‘no’ and went to lay on the couch.

It took a few minutes for Harry to come check on you, since he was afraid you might blow up at him if he said the wrong thing. You were scary when you were angry.

He tentatively sat on the couch, lifting your legs to lay them over his lap and noticing your eyes were closed. Not even his shifting caused you to stir, making his eyebrows furrow in concern.

“You okay, baby?” He asked, keeping his voice quiet in case you were asleep.

“Just tired.” You mumbled, snuggling deeper into the little pillow you’d moved under your head.

He sighed, knowing the conversation he planned for that day would most likely not go over well.

“Get some sleep, love. I’ll stay right here.” He mumbled, carefully leaning over to press his lips to your cheek.


Your eyes focused on the clock on the wall as soon as they opened. 3:45.

Crap, the kids! I slept through pick up time!

You shot up from your position on the couch, noticing Harry was also sitting in the exact same spot as when you fell asleep.

“Harry! I forgot, the kids were supposed to be picked up at-”

“Shhh, don’t you worry, baby. I picked them up on time and dropped them off at my mum’s for the weekend. It’s just you and me for a few days, how does that sound?”

You couldn’t help the sleepy smile that spread across your face at this thought. The younger you would’ve had many more bed-involved fantasies about this weekend, but the only one you thought of now was sleeping. With your youngest son being just over a year old, getting a full nights sleep was rare.

“Can I go back to sleep?”

He chuckled at your question, then patted your legs in approval. Within seconds, you were asleep again.


You woke up the next morning to the unmistakeable smell of bacon. You’d ended up in your bed somehow, and figured Harry must’ve carried you from the couch.

As soon as you went down the stairs, you could tell something was up. Harry was showered and dressed already, and fidgeting nervously while he set the table. Definitely unusual.

“Good morning.” You smiled from the hallway, making him jump. He chuckled and walked over to you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Did you sleep alright? I was a bit worried; you were so tired yesterday.” You could tell by his eyes that he meant every word- your exhaustion the day before had him worried sick.

“I feel better, it just gets tough with the kids sometimes.” He nodded in understanding, taking your hand and leading you over to the table.

Taking a glance at the food around you, you couldn’t help being amazed that Harry had done all this on his own. Without burning himself.

Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruit covered the table, making you wonder how many people he thought he was feeding. It was only the two of you, but he had enough food for an entire army.

You ate in comfortable silence, exchanging little smiles and hums in enjoyment. Harry wrapped up some leftovers, and cleared his throat nervously.

“There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about- uh… Let’s go sit on the couch, yeah?” He took your hand and led you to the couch, settling you in close to him.

Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest in anticipation. It was all starting to make sense: he took the day off yesterday, got the kids out of the house, and managed to cook breakfast; he definitely wanted something. And it must’ve been a big deal if he’d gone through all that trouble.

“Come on!” You giggled, watching him nervously run his pointer finger under his bottom lip. The truth was, you were just as nervous as him.

Worry took over, and you grabbed his hand to gently intertwine your fingers and raise it to your lips.

“Tell me.”

He sighed, running his free hand through his hair and turning to face you more directly.

“You know… You know how I’ve always wanted a baby girl?” His voice was quiet, and he couldn’t meet your eyes.

You nodded, still somewhat oblivious to where the conversation was headed.

“I was just thinking, like, maybe we could try again? For a daughter?”

Your mouth fell open in shock, and you stared at him in disbelief.

“It’s not… It’s not because I don’t love the boys, because oh god I love them to pieces, sweetheart. You know it’s always been my dream- and I really want this.”

You were staring down at the floor, slowly trying to take all the information in. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want a baby girl in the family, but the thought of adding another kid to the mess was almost unbearable.

“Please, say something.” He begged, tilting your head up and forcing your eyes to meet his.

Honestly, you were speechless. There was just no way that having another baby was a good idea.

“I just… I don’t really think I’m on board, I’m sorry.”

His face fell, making your heart shatter. He really wanted this.

“I’ve always wanted a little girl too, believe me, it’s just… Life is so crazy as it is and having another baby, Harry, I don’t think I can manage.”

He nodded in understanding, and you didn’t realize how tight he’d been squeezing your hand.

“You saw how tired I was yesterday, I know I can’t handle another child. I’m not super-mom.”

He shook his head immediately, almost appalled at your words.

“You are super-mom. You’re incredible. And you’re so exhausted because I haven’t been able to help, and I am so, so sorry. But our schedules are changing and I’d be around so much more; we’ll do this together.” He rambled.

You didn’t want to admit it, but Harry was slowly changing your mind. It was like a battle between being realistic or caving in to something you’d both wanted all your lives.

“I don’t think I can go through labor again.” You laughed half heartedly, remembering the crippling pain and anxiety that had occurred during the births of all three of your sons.

“Yeah, I’m not sure my hand can handle it either.” He joked, making you laugh at remembering how tight you’d squeezed his hand. You literally left bruises. Although Harry was busy, his promise was that he’d never miss the birth of his child, and he always kept it. All three times, he’d been there allowing you to leave purple fingerprints on his hand.

“I don’t know…”

He was biting his lip, almost panicking at how he could convince you. He wanted this more than anything, and you knew that, but it didn’t seem like the realistic thing to do.

But when did you and Harry ever do anything realistic? Your whole life was like some crazy dream.

“But what if it’s a boy? Won’t you be upset?” You muttered, knowing it was fully possible you wouldn’t be able to give him a girl.

He took your hands, forcing your eyes to meet his again.

“Then I will love our baby boy just as much as I’d love our baby girl. Because no matter what, we made that baby together. Just one last try, please.”

His eyes were watering by now, the thought of finally having a baby girl was making his heart ache. He watched you hesitate, holding his breath.

More than anything, he wanted you to be comfortable. Although he’d literally begged and it seemed like he’d stop at nothing, he wasn’t going to upset you for not wanting the same thing he did. He loved his little family, and as much as he wanted a little girl, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you felt differently. He’d get over it.

A wide smile spread across his face as you nodded, smiling as well.

“Okay, let’s try again.” You giggled as Harry pulled you up off the couch, crushing you to his chest and kissing your head.

“Thank you, y/n, thank you.”

“No, thank you, Harry. So.. How about we get started?”


A few months after your discussion, you found out you were pregnant. Both you and Harry were ecstatic, but you couldn’t help being nervous that the baby wasn’t a girl. Of course you’d love your child no matter what, but if you didn’t have a girl now, you never would.

You and Harry agreed that knowing the baby’s gender ahead of time was the best idea. You’d have time to prepare; buying clothes and painting the baby’s room.

Today was the day you’d find out.

“It’ll be okay. Boy or girl, we’re both going to love the baby.”

Harry’s words from earlier ran through your head, somewhat calming your nerves as you sat in the waiting room. Harry was there holding your hand, trying to be the tough one, but you could tell by the way his leg bounced up and down that he was more nervous than he was letting on.

Before you knew it, you were laying on an uncomfortable bed with Harry still next to you holding your hand. His hands were sweating just as much as yours, and knowing that you were only a few minutes away from finding out the gender was excruciating.

You were hardly paying attention as a nurse wiped cool gel over your stomach. Something you’d been through three times already, but this would be the last- and if you didn’t hear the words you’d been hoping for, you’d never have a little girl. You’d never have a baby to dress up in frilly dresses or watch princess movies with. And Harry wouldn’t have a daddy-daughter dance at her wedding.

All thoughts were pushed aside as the nurse took a deep breath and smiled.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Styles, you’re having a baby girl.”

Title: 1 Year Reunion


Summary: Vanitas is fed up with being away from Ventus so he sneaks away to see him.

A/N: For the Kingdom Hearts Big Bang event @kh-worldsconnected! I had fun thinking and writing about these two (even if this caused me physical and emotional pain) lol. 

The artist I was paired up with for this project is @aerialrecovery who drew an amazing companion piece to this! Please visit their tumblr too! Enjoy! 

“-itas. Vanitas!"  

Vanitas felt as if he had woken up after a visit from death itself. He struggled to breath for a second. He gasped, crouching over like he had been hit in the gut.

Had he died? It didn’t matter. He was alive again. 

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five times. [johanbeck]

A/N: In the wake of such a sad couple of days, I thought I’d try and throw a little love out into the world, you know? 

Sometimes a human being just knows something, even when there’s no supporting logic or physical evidence or reason whatsoever.

No one can quite explain it, but there are moments when something just clicks: the mud clears up, everything makes sense, and feeling turns into knowing.

There were five times when they knew.

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The lyrical genius that is Sara Bareilles: cracking open The Blessed Unrest

Today i crack open The Blessed Unrest for you. Sara has been nominated for a Grammy five times now and her most recent work was nominated for “Album of The Year” at the 2014 Grammys. While these nominations are based on several factors, I know for sure that the quality of songwriting is taken into account, and she is certainly no stranger to writing songs that are as poetic as they are insightful. 

It isn’t uncommon to cast all the attention on the choruses in pop music, while the verses gather dust like the body of literature on your bookshelf. So today we’re going to be looking at the verses behind a majority of the songs on The Blessed Unrest. Verses are just as important as the chorus. Sometimes I hear “Brave” being criticized for its “repetitiveness”, but this just means some people fail to grasp the content in the verses. (Which, hey, we all do that, so don’t fret)


“everybody’s been there / everybody’s been stared down by the enemy / Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing / bowed down to the mighty / but don’t run / and stop holding your tongue.”

Have you ever hid away from society because you fear being the victim of prejudice? Have you ever hid away from society because you were too depressed or too anxious or too sad or too messy to go out? This song was written for Sara’s best friend who was struggling to come out as an adult, but the song has taken on many incarnations ever since its release, and it’s been quite a ride to watch it all unfold. I tweeted Sara about my own “brave” moment in January, which was when i decided to seek therapy and counselling, to pull me out of my grief that stole much of my life in 2014. (I talk about this in my Manhattan post) I never knew she would actually respond to me, but she did. And i have the picture up in my room now. Whenever I have a bad day, I have something to look up to. A kind reminder from a kind and lovely soul.

Chasing The Sun

Capture the feeling that my earth is somebody’s ceiling  

“as the echo of heartbeats from the ground below my feet”  

“can I deliver in sound the weight of the ground?”  

“all we can do is try and live like we’re still alive…”

If I had to choose one set of words, one sentence, just one, from the entire album, it would the bolded words above. “Capture the feeling that my earth is somebody’s ceiling.” I mean… how incredible? She captures mortality without sounding depressing. She captures the truth without having us turn away. It is simply pure poetry. This track is one of the best on the album indeed. Play this while you drive around the city. Play this on your morning walk to work. Play this with the windows rolled down. It’s the celebration of life and something we should all participate in, and if we need a soundtrack to inspire us, this one fits the bill. It’s gratitude in song-form. The drums are full of life, the strings, the choir-like outro. Listen. 


“I’ll gather up the avenues and leave them on your doorstep / and I’ll tiptoe away / so you won’t have to say / you heard me leave…

“and so it goes / one foot after the other / till black and white begin to color in…

“holding us in place is simply fear of what’s already changed.”

Satellite Call

“this is so you’ll know the sound of someone who loves you from the ground.”

1000 Times

“In another life my teeth and tongue would speak aloud what until now I’ve only sung”

“cause love is a cage / and these words on a page / can carry the pain / but they don’t free it…”

“in another life I wouldn’t need to / console myself as I resign to / release you…”

“nothing could be worse than the risk of losing what I don’t have now”


“no way to make the pain play fair / it doesn’t disappear just because you say it isn’t there”


Sara wrote this song after having received a book from a friend about constellations. This shows her abilities to draw inspiration from almost anywhere, in fact, this shows that the best songwriters can find inspiration almost out of anything, and then create a narrative that is both interesting and emotionally stimulating. 

All alone in a corner of the night sky
Spiral bones of a supernova starlight”


“it’s like I’m standing on the edge with just a telephone wire / trying to get to you first to say the world’s on fire…”

“you always dirty up the windows / if you keep em’ at bay that way no one’s gonna surprise you / by getting too close…”


“The leaves are all still changing / the weather here is mild and vacant. “

“The artificial cold is more than I was hoping for / but not enough to consume the darkened state I’m in…”

“But to get yourself a new life, you’ve got to give the other one away / and I’m starting to believe / in the power of a name / cause it can’t be a mistake / if I just call it change


By anonymous request, this is a masterlist of #53 gif chat starters. There's starters in here for almost any type of character, so hopefully you find them useful. Most of these starters were written from things that have actually happened to me or are ones that I've used for my character's before. This may be updated periodically when I come up with new ones so feel free to check back every once and a while.

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"american beauty" sentence starters
  • "I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world."
  • "Well, you have absolutely no interest in saving yourself."
  • "Lose my job? I didn't lose it. It's not like, 'Whoops! Where'd my job go?' I QUIT."
  • "I figured you guys might be able to give me some pointers. I need to shape up. Fast."
  • "You're right. I suck dick for money."
  • "Well, what do you say I throw in a little sexual harassment charge, to boot?"
  • "Management wants you gone by the end of the day."
  • "Your father seems to think this kind of behavior is something to be proud of."
  • "It's like God's looking right at you, just for a second, and if you're careful... you can look right back."
  • "When I was your age, I flipped burgers all summer just to be able to buy an eight-track."
  • "All I did was party and get laid. I had my whole life ahead of me."
  • "I rule!"
  • "She's not your friend. She's just someone you use to feel better about yourself."
  • "It's never too late to get it back."
  • "I have lost something. I'm not exactly sure what it is but I know I didn't always feel this... sedated."
  • "You think you're the only one who's sexually frustrated here?"
  • "Both my wife/husband and daughter/son think I'm this gigantic loser and they're right."
  • "I'm looking for the least possible amount of responsibility."
  • "You should see me fuck. I'm the best piece of ass in three States."
  • "Can you prove that you didn't offer to save my job if I let you blow me?"
  • "Are you just looking to lose weight, or do you want increased strength and flexibility as well?"
  • "I don't think we can be friends anymore."
  • "Just don't fuck my dad, all right? Please?"
  • "You're way too uptight about sex."
  • "I want to look good naked!"
  • "Someone really should just put him out of his misery."
  • "I'm not paying you to do... whatever it is you're doing out here."
  • "You don't really think [name] and I were..."
  • "Want me to kill him for you?"
  • "I need a father who's a role model, not some horny geek-boy who's gonna spray his shorts whenever I bring a girlfriend home from school."
  • "I quit. So you don't have to pay me. Now leave me alone."
  • "Remember those posters that said, 'Today is the first day of the rest of your life'? Well, that's true of every day but one - the day you die."
  • "She hates me. She hates you, too."
  • "There's plenty of joy in my life."
  • "Go fuck yourself, psycho!"
  • "My parents are coming tonight. They're trying to, you know, take an active interest in me."
  • "Gross. I hate it when my mom does that."
  • "Fuck me, Your Majesty!"
  • "I was hoping you'd give me a bath. I'm very, very dirty."
  • "You ungrateful little brat! Just look at everything you have."
  • "I'm so sorry for the way things look around here."
  • "I think using psychotropic drugs is a very positive example to set for our daughter."
  • "Who are you looking for?"
  • "This isn't life, it's just stuff. And it's become more important to you than living."
  • "There's nothing worse than being ordinary."
  • "Everything that's meant to happen does."
  • "You're one to talk, you bloodless, money-grubbing freak."
  • "Welcome to America's weirdest home videos."
  • "Oh well, all right, let's all sell our souls and work for Satan because it's more convenient that way."
  • "I'm sensing a real distance growing between you and [name]."
  • "My job consists of basically masking my contempt for the assholes in charge, and, at least once a day, retiring to the men's room so I can jerk off while I fantasize about a life that doesn't so closely resemble Hell."
  • "Don't you mess with me, mister, or I'll divorce you so fast it'll make your head spin!"
  • "Your mom's the one who's embarrassing. What a phony. But, your dad's actually kind of cute."
  • "If he just worked out a little, he'd be hot."
  • "You don't get to tell me what to do ever again."
  • "I'm serious. He just pulled down his pants and yanked it out."
  • "Never underestimate the power of denial."
  • "Are you trying to look unattractive today?"
  • "How dare you speak to me that way in front of her."
  • "Jesus, what is it with you?"
  • "I am sick and tired of being treated like I don't exist."
  • "Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can't take it, and my heart is just going to cave in."
  • "See the way the handle on her pruning shears matches her gardening clogs? That's not an accident."
  • "Don't interrupt me, honey!"
  • "[Name]'s a pretty typical teenager. Angry, insecure, confused. I wish I could tell her that's all going to pass, but I don't want to lie to her."
  • "I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die."
  • "You better watch yourself, [name], or you're going to turn into a real bitch, just like your mother!"
  • "I marvel that you can be so contemptuous of me, on the same day that you lose your job."
  • "You're boring. And you're totally ordinary. And you know it."
  • "You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday."
  • "Uh, whose car is that out front?"
  • "Your mother seems to prefer that I go through life like a fucking prisoner while she keeps my dick in a mason jar under the sink."
  • "In order to be successful, one must project an image of success at all times."
  • "She's... she's really happy. She thinks she's in love."
  • "I think you just became my personal hero!"
  • "Man, you are one twisted fuck."
  • "The only way I could save myself now is if I start firebombing."
  • "You know, this really doesn't concern you."
  • "I mean, how's her life? Is she happy? Is she miserable?"
  • "I'd really like to know, and she'd die before she'd ever tell me about it."
  • "Your wife is with another man and you don't care?"
  • "It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself."
  • "In less than a year, I'll be dead."
  • "[Name], today I quit my job. And then I told my boss to go fuck himself, and then I blackmailed him for almost sixty thousand dollars. Pass the asparagus."
  • "I wish I could tell her that's all going to pass, but I don't want to lie to her."
  • "We've met before, but something tells me you're going to remember me this time."
  • "I can't believe you don't know how beautiful you are."
  • "Well, at least I'm not ugly."
  • "This will be the high point of my day; it's all downhill from here."
  • "[Name], are you masturbating?!"
  • "If people I don't even know look at me and want to fuck me, it means I really have a shot at being a model."
  • "In a way, I'm dead already."
  • "You are so busted."
  • "I feel like I've been in a coma for the past twenty years. And I'm just now waking up."
  • "Well, congratulations. You've succeeded admirably."
  • "The car I've always wanted and now I have it."
  • "God, it's been a long time since anybody asked me that..."
  • "Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about."
  • "I'm just an ordinary guy with nothing to lose."
  • "Our marriage is just for show. A commercial for how normal we are when we're anything but."
  • "It would be nice if I was anywhere near as important to him as she is."
  • "Gotta spend money to make money."
  • "I refuse to be a victim!"
  • "I was filming this dead bird."
  • "Do you party?"
  • "Oh, what? You're mother of the year? You treat her/him like an employee."
  • "Could he be any more pathetic?"
  • "I think it's sweet."
  • "You need structure... you need discipline."
  • "He's just so confident, it can't be real."
  • "So, you're fucking psycho-boy on a regular basis now? Tell me, has he got a big dick?"
  • "He didn't even look at me once!"
  • "I don't think you'd fit in here."
  • "It seems unfair to presume I won't be able to learn."
  • "Excuse me for speaking so bluntly, sir."
  • "Oh, I'm in trouble."
  • "I didn't mean to scare you. I just think you're interesting."
  • "This country is going straight to hell!"
  • "[Name], when did you become so joyless?"
  • "I'm not obsessing. I'm just curious."
  • "What is this? The fucking Gay Pride parade?"
  • "Sorry about my dad."
  • "To you, he's just another guy who wants to jump your bones."
  • "This is my first time."

Tumblr finally stopped being a bitch about it, so here’s a story a lot of you have already read.

On Ao3

Pain racked his body as he sat down on the floor, and he had to hold his breath for a few moments, waiting for it to end. When it had receded back to the normal, constant, but manageable level, he reached out for the bag Aron had smuggled in earlier. It had been easy to hide it from the hospital staff. Checking up on him was just routine for them now, he had stayed there so long and there was so little they could do for him.

Carefully opening the bag, he pulled out the piece of cloth with a summoning circle drawn on it. He would have drawn it himself, but just imagining crawling around on all fours, trying to set a mark on the linoleum… He tried not to breathe too deeply while laying out the cloth and placing the candles. He had no rodents to kill, but Aron had gotten his hands on a couple big cockroaches, and he could only hope that would be enough. It was worth a shot, anyways. He lit the candles, killed the bugs and put them in the circle, and read out the incantation from a note, and the room went dark.

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deancas, powerball fic, 1k, i don’t know what this is

“Twenty-two,” Dean says softly, leaning over Cas’s shoulder. “January. The time we got caught in that blizzard and couldn’t leave our motel for the entire day.”

“That was tragic,” Cas says quietly, sounding like he’s smiling, as he fills in 22 on the play slip. Then 8. “First time you took me out to dinner, May eighth.”

Yikes, that’s not a memory Dean actually wants to remember. “Fifteen,” Dean says. “Fifteenth of March, first time I said ‘I love you’,” he presses a light kiss to the back of Cas’s neck.

Cas remains focused at the wheel, fills in 15. That completes the third ticket. Cas moves on to the fourth one.

“Two,” Cas says. “Number of years we’ve been together. Officially.”

“Sixty-eight,” Dean says. “Amount of money that first crappy jacket you wanted so bad that wasn’t a trench coat cost.”

“Thirtieth. Of October. The day you finally said yes to cats.” Cas’s tone doesn’t change so Dean’s caught by surprise. Dean rolls his eyes, thinking about the fact that he literally has cat hair on his jacket at this very moment, and nudges Cas’s boot. These are supposed to be memories that are happy for both of them. But Cas’s delivery’s got Dean reluctantly smiling. He lets it go.

He thinks for a moment.

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Hilary Duff's Interview on "Reddit"
  • Fan: What will your second single be?
  • Hilary: I don't know what it's going to be!
  • Fan: Would you like to make another album down the line or will "Breathe In. Breathe Out." be your last?
  • Hilary: God, I hope not! I really want to make more music. I already want to start working on another record! I've lived with this one for so long now. I know everyone else is just now hearing it, but I'm already thinking of the next step. I will definitely not wait as long to make another record.
  • Fan: Hi Hilary! Fans were wondering about the songs that didn't make the album that you mentioned in interviews or posted clips of (i.e. Feel Alive, If I Fall, This Heart etc.) and wanted to know what happened to them and if we will ever hear them? Secondly, I wanted to know if you can see yourself making more albums after "Breathe In. Breathe Out."?
  • Hilary: That's the tough thing about making a record. You start somewhere, and you end somewhere, and only a certain amount of songs can be on a record. And the strong survive. It's sad. "If I Fall" is one of my favorite songs, and "This Heart" is a song I wrote about Luca, so maybe I'll sing it live in concert with him there, i sing it to him in general, but that's the way it goes - you cut some songs, they might not be as strong as others, but there's always options of ways to use them. Another song I wrote for the album is "Outlaw," and we put that in YOUNGER - so now we put it as a bonus track on a special record that you could only get here or there. But that's just the way it works - and you only have a certain amount of spaces.
  • Fan: Last month you performed (on my 20th birthday actually!) in front of a huge audience for the first time in a while.. how did that feel?! Do you have any plans for pop-up concerts this summer or maybe even a tour?!
  • Hilary: I do have some plans for a pop-up tour, maybe one or two shows, just to play the new music. But nothing set in stone yet. All is depending on schedule. But yeah, I definitely want to sure, I'm just shooting the second season of YOUNGER in September, taking a break for Christmas, and then getting a show together. I'm really missing playing live shows, and being onstage, and it felt so good to play that Boston radio show and see a live audience in front of me again.
  • Fan: Hey Hilary! Thanks for doing this today. I have always been a fan. Saw you twice in concert in 2004/2005. My sister & I used to fight over who loved you more!! I can't tell you how many posters we had of you. Tour books, door-sized posters, DVDs, CDs. It's been incredible to see you grow into a successful, independent, & beautiful adult. So my questions are which do you favor more? music or acting? Why? Also, what's the most meaningful song on Breathe In. Breathe Out to you? Also will we see you on Haylie's cooking show? Thank you so much!
  • Hilary: Well, first of all. That's a cute story. I have stories with my sister like that too. I would say maybe I feel more comfortable with acting, you know? I've done that longer. I feel like that was my passion as a child, and my dream. And I fell into the singing, and obviously, get something totally different from it. I love being a musician now. I think it took me a long time to consider myself that, because I really have to work at it. But being onstage, there's no other feeling like it. It's tough to choose. Being in front of a live audience is something really special. I'm trying to get an answer first! They're both so different. This season I was so upset, but I didn't get to be on Haylie's show. I was so busy with my record and traveling so much that none of our dates matched up. It was such a bummer, because it's such an amazing show, and we have so much fun together. And it's a shame, because we have so much fun cooking together. Next season, i will! My favorite song on Breathe In. Breathe Out., one that's close to my heart is "Braveheart." I wrote that song. And it's a bit of a sad song, but there's definitely strength in it. And I love that about it.
  • Fan: What would you tell the 13 year old you?
  • Hilary: Mmmm. I remember feeling really insecure at 13. Like, part of my job was...I had to have a certain confidence, and a certain bravery, but inside I felt like a very normal insecure 13 year old. And I guess I would tell her to just take it easy on herself. That everything sorts itself out. And everything's not such a big deal. And I guess I would be like "Just wait until you're an adult - Wait until you're an ADULT, if you think that's a big deal!" And I'd give her a pat on the back, and say "Good job. Calm down!"
  • Fan: A few years ago a friend and I were walking toward Avalon on a Thursday night when he spotted you at Katsuya. Being young and naive, I got very excited and turned back, at which I time I pointed at you and shouted "YOU'RE HILARY DUFF!" Then you slowly turned and walked away, seemingly frightened. Do you remember this encounter? If so, I apologize for startling you.
  • Hilary: *smiles* No, I don't remember that encounter, but I guess I'm used to being yelled at in public!
  • Fan: Hi Hilary! What is your favorite part of being a mom? What is your best remedy for when Luca has a cough?
  • Hilary: Ooh, that's a good one. I think I feel so grateful that I get to have so many new experiences with him. I mean, everything in my life has changed because of him, and all of it is for the better. It's so entertaining to watch how his little brain works, and the questions that he asks me, the things he's interested in - it's amazing to watch him grow and become a little person, and I get to watch him grow and follow along with him. And laugh a ton in the process. It's great.
  • It depends on how bad it is. They make some natural cough syrup that I will use? I'll try to keep a humidifier in his room. And put baby Vic's vapor rub on his feet and his chest when he's sleeping.
  • Fan: What's your favorite Taylor Swift song?
  • Hilary: Oooooh, toughie. Tough call. Maybe "Welcome to New York"?
  • Fan: Is there a reason why Hilary is spelled with only one "L"?
  • Hilary: Because my parents really made a huge mistake! I don't know... I like the way my name is spelled, and I think now the rest of the world knows how to spell my name, but growing up, it was pretty much ALWAYS misspelled.
  • Fan: Hiii Hilary! You are always camera ready and gorgeous, what's one makeup/beauty tip you can share with us?
  • Hilary: I am DEFINITELY NOT always camera-ready, or gorgeous, but thank you! Hmmmm. What's a good camera tip? I think not enough people focus on eyebrows. That's one thing I focus on a lot. Eyebrows frame your face. People tend to make their eyebrows too small, or too light. I think if you played around with it, you'd be surprised what the outcome would be.
  • Fan: Harry Potter or The Hunger Games? lol Love you!
  • Hilary: AWWWW that's EVIL! How am I supposed to choose?!?! HUNGRY POTTER! Yeah, I love the Hunger Games. But I might say Harry Potter.
  • Fan: What was it like working with Tove Lo? She seems like such a fun person. I'm in love with your new album and I hope you enjoyed working on it as much as I enjoy listening to it.
  • Hilary: Aww, thank you! I love hearing that.
  • Loved working with Tove. She's a cool chick, for sure. REALLY talented. And really added something special to my record. I'm really grateful for that.
  • Fan: what has been your biggest challenge to record your new album?
  • Hilary: I think... it's just been a growing experience. From the start of it to the end, it's just learning a lot about myself and about what I want to talk about and what I want to say and how I want to reach people and what I want them to know about me. How my voice sounds. It's been 7 years since I made a record. And I guess it was a very therapeutic experience, but also a lot of pressure to get it right, you know?
  • Fan: Hi Hilary, What do you have to say to your male fans? We love you, and we wish you all the best as this brand new BIBO era is about to begin! We want as many singles as possible, and come to Toronto please!
  • Hilary: I guess I would say what I would say to any of my fans, which is I'm really grateful for your support, and sticking by me for such a long time. You make an impact, and a difference, in my life. And I hope you relate to what I have to say on this record. And this is definitely going to be an exciting new journey, and I hope you come along for it!

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anonymous asked:

Person A is deaf but really loves feeling the vibrations when Person B plays the guitar...

After eighteen years of having the ability to hear everything around her, being deaf was still something Anna had to get used to.

Misunderstandings were more frequent in the Summers household since Elsa had the tendency to forget that Anna didn’t have the ability to hear her call anymore.

Elsa also constantly blamed herself for why her sister had become deaf, but Anna always reassures her that none of it was her fault, and that she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Another thing was that sign language was a very hard language to get used to and memorise (and it was also rather bothersome and annoying at times), so Anna had opted to only use the language when needed; normally, she would converse by writing on a notebook and then pass it to the one she was talking to along with a pen, but even that was an annoyance to not only her, but to the people around her.

So many things have changed ever since that night. Most of them are quite problematic, but some are actually quite nice if not bittersweet.

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anonymous asked:

i saw a person say that jyj's performances, unlike tvxq's, don't seem like they're actually a group but more like it's 3 soloists coming together for a collab & that jyj, unlike tvxq, seems to still haven't completely moved on from the breakup/past as they keep on mentioning tvxq or related stuff anytime they have comebacks or w/e and seem to have smthng "missing" in their perfs and usually i dont let these kind of things get to me but i feel like maybe i've been too biased to see this before...

Man, this gets rehashed every time a TVXQ2 stan gets bored and look. Everything’s up for interpretation but here’s some facts:

JYJ don’t mention homin.

One time, Jaejoong and Yunho shared a network and a time-slot and an exploitative jackass journalist ASKED. Jaejoong answered in a deceptively cordial, condescendingly-dismissive tone. (And of course the fandom was like, “YUNJAE IS REAL.”)

Then one time, because he and Yunho were promoting movies at the same time, Yoochun was ALSO EXPLICITLY ASKED how he feels about TVXQ and literally said (in two succinct lines) he used to hate Yunho and Changmin but is over it now. That’s it. That’s the extent of it.

They don’t ~use TVXQ to promote shit. They don’t mention TVXQ. They don’t need to. They avoid them like the literal plague (same goes for Yunho and Changmin because at the end of last year, all five were scheduled to appear at the same event and Yunho and Changmin peaced out and NGL I lit several candles in gratitude).

IDK why the two groups need to be compared in 2015. Yunho and Changmin BREATHE each other. They’re true partners. FFS, Changmin wears Yunho’s old outfits when Yunho’s not around. ON STAGE. IN PUBLIC. They’re a duo, a team, they ARE TVXQ. They’ve described their relationship as more than friends. More than family. They’ve been each other’s everything for twelve years. This shines through in every performance. 

But JYJ were given almost a hundred songs for their last album and independently selected the same three. They named their dumb band Jaejoong + Yoochun + Junsu. They tattooed each other’s names on their bodies. They get matching stupidly expensive cars once a year. They get dragged to each other’s family events. They’ve cried staring at each other at every single concert during their last comeback.

If you’re judging their performances on how in sync their choreography is, boy, have I got news for you. Two of them can’t fucking dance. If you’re judging their solidarity as a group by how often they perform together instead of by how frequently (always) they send support for each other’s solo activities, like… IDK what to tell you.

Ideally, you should WANT soloists. You should want individuals. You should want all five of them to grow because listen, those two and those three–they’re growing together, not growing apart.

Jaejoong has moved on. Yunho has moved on. Yoochun has moved on. Junsu has moved on. Changmin has most definitely fucking moved on.

The only people who haven’t are the fans.

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bad writing is good writing

okay so I’m really young compared to the people doing this but that’s alright

original post by @wsswatson

this post is long as hell

2005 (age 6)
I’m estimating on that date, but I’ve been writing stories all my life and this was the first “””””””””book””””””” (basically someone gave me like 8 blank pages bound together) and I wrote a story about a girl who makes friends with the dolphins at a museum and sneaks back at night to play with them until her mom finds out. I wrote it in marker…

The only quote I remember from it is this:
“She did a gulp.”

2007 (age 8)
By now I had discovered Word and was writing on short documents when I had the free time. I tried to write a rip-off Harry Potter novel about a girl named Clara who finds out she’s a witch and goes via plane to a magic school. I have no records of this thank god but I do still have the notebook in which I wrote 40 pages of a LOTR rip-off called Questeye. The best friends (actually literally modeled after me and a girl named Roxanne) find their families enslaved by goblins (orcs) and have to…go find something…?

I have no quotes from it but…you can imagine.

2008 (age 9)
Fourth grade! awww. This is when I wrote fucking constantly in these really pretty journals mom would buy for me. I have all of them still.

The Slave’s Daughter
“Oy! Why can’t ye do it?” my mom grumbled. “It’s noon. Dinner. Then, I get a start on supper. Potatoes and stew tonight. Shouldn’t be too hard to sneak.” he replied. [who is ‘he’?] “Hey, I’ll do it,” I offered. “How hard can it be?”

(oh god, I also started this up again in 6th grade??)
Anyway, now that there’s no one to earn money, I now have to transfer to a public school, dropping out of my expensive, private, all-girls school. What a horrible time to transfer–in the middle of fifth grade. Stupid dad.

Rebecca was one of those people who know they look good, but pretend they don’t. All the cheerleaders will hate her, and every guy on the football team will want to date her. As for me, I’ll just watch. I’m one of those people who are just plain weird, but doesn’t care. Yet all the guys seem to like me.
(I managed to cram like five different misogynistic middle school tropes into one paragraph)

“But its not a nickname! My name is Anna Lee. That’s what’s on my birth certificate! That’s what everyone calls me!” my anger was escalating, and I didn’t care if I got in trouble. All I knew is that I hates this man in front of me.
(at least some things never change)

2010 (age 11)
This was fifth and sixth grade oh dear god and the end of my journal phase

The Meadow is where the leader of the Hunt blows his horn to call to the Nature Clan. This is the only sighting and even acknowledgment of the other Clan that is allowed to happen. It’s a beautiful place, with a smooth pond of clear blue water filled to the brim. The grass is an emerald green, rising to your ankles (that’s saying a lot, since spirits are generally a few feet taller than the average human) and the trees seem to sparkle with dew that never dries up. the best part of the Meadow are the flowers. No two flowers are the same color, or the same kind. They sparkle too, but with eternal frost, all around the edges of the petals. When the sun comes and shines on them, it throws a rainbow of light to arch over you. The leader of the Hunt comes here once a year, to make the Nature Clan aware of the Hunt. The Meadow is truly gorgeous, but not quite the taste of a Sky Clan Warrior, Warrior of the Eagle.

2012 (age 13)
Seventh grade…

“If you were to look beneath the untidy wisp of hair that blew about his forehead, you would see into his eyes. You would see the tired look of the elderly, that was only natural, but you would also see something that you might not have seen much before, the same something that most lack.”

·Order something neat. The food you order says everything. This is a classic tip and I still feel the need to repeat it. God forbid you order the lobster, you get it and they tell you that they’re out of the lobster tools, so you’re desperately trying to look alluring while cracking a lobster shell and fishing out the meat with your knife. Of course it turns out your date ordered the Caesar salad.  

“I blame myself. I hope I don’t forever blame myself, for it is the worst feeling I've ever felt. He gave everything for me; each shot that cracked the still air was for me. Each pair of eyes that he watched the light leave was for me, each cry of pain, each early rise, each General’s order, each distant explosion. All for me.”

2013 (age 14)

“The clicking of your heels is louder now, and the walls of the stone cold buildings throw your sound around faster and faster. Each time it passes through you it racks your body and you wonder how something you’re making can hurt you so much, but your heels keep clicking and you wonder why you don’t just stop.”

“Some sick twist of fate–some arrow shot by a hateful Cupid–some beautiful monster brought us together.” jeeeeeesus christ.

ALSO short snippet of some horrible Hinny/Romione fic: 
It was a slow, sweet kiss, not too much tongue (but still some, Harry Potter did not do things half-ass), not like the one Ginny had unleashed on him the other night after his proposal.
“Awh, that’s so sweet,” a dreamy voice sounded behind them.

2014 (age 15)
Around this time, right at the start of 9th grade, I watched Sherlock for the first time and I was like ok I see what this “fanfiction” is now so I got into both. This is the year of bad fanfiction turning to okay fanfiction.

The Happenings of Engagement
Rose, for example, along with her younger brother Hugo, were not let in view of the wealthy London streets without looking their best; like exemplary young children. She could not have dirt on her face, hands or in her hair when other families came to visit, and she must always wear the dresses her grandmother gives her when she comes to stay.
For the Grangers had a reputation to uphold. It was all about who you knew and who respected you in 19th century Britain, and the Grangers were very high up in society’s standards.
“Come, Rose, let’s clean you up. We have visitors today for you! Isn’t that exciting?”

John Watson vividly remembers eating eggs as yellow as his school uniform when he first heard about the Holmes.
“John, have you met our new neighbors yet?”
John looked up from his eggs, surprised. Since when did they have new neighbors? He could tell by his mother’s tone, however, that she had already met them. She was not fishing for information; she was much more insistent when she was. What she was doing now was the classic Holly Watson way of turning a question into a direction. He hated it almost as much as he hated the color of his school uniform.

Killer Queen
Sherlock stood rooted to the spot, watching in amazement as John Watson came barreling out of the bathroom with ridiculous shades on, dressed in dark jeans and a button down–where the hell did he get that fedora–and singing only slightly more dramatically than Queen into a wooden spoon.

Okay and then I went to a writing camp at Duke University:

You had always been a vision in pale yellow under the lights
Closeness was a formality
Closeness came our fourth year together when we literally could not separate
Closeness was a blessing even though neither of us really believed in blessings

Now I’m just combining everything into this: writing I’m proud of

2014/15 (15/16/almost 17 years old)
Most all of this is fanfiction…

Then Potter found him crying, and the universe condensed into that cold tiled bathroom, Harry breathless and wide-eyed in the grimy mirror behind him and Draco’s heart stopping for the longest second of his life as he fought the urge to cry for help.
And the resulting fight tore at the edges of his frayed nerves, his already ruptured soul and as he lay bleeding on the floor, Harry helpless and bewildered beside him, Draco felt his heart break and he told himself he had never hated anybody more, and he believed it.

The Pauli Exclusion Principle
Holy shit, this man was the big leagues. He looked like a model, in all seriousness, something right out of some posh men’s catalogue. He also looked rich as hell, but that was beside the point. Mostly. John did still have quite a large tuition.

For Every Action
For every action, he says, there must be an equal and opposite reaction—and Harry Potter, after that night, was a firm believer in cosmic balance.

Consequences of Redemption
“In the end it was the most arbitrary thing,” Draco answered, still with the ghost of a bemused smile on his lips. “All that deliberation and fear and oppression, and it came down to…I don’t know, some sort of gross sentimentality.”
“A gross sentimentality,” Harry repeated blankly.
“Yeah, Potter. You.”

The Best Man
“So,” he brought up conversationally at Ron and Hermione’s later that night, all of them safely two drinks in, “have either of you received an invitation to Draco Malfoy’s wedding?”

SO I’m gonna stop there……..you’re welcome……

At some point before I leave for college I’ll probably write an actual fucking story that I can legally publish but until then…a link to my AO3 is on my blog ;)))))))))