if i was famous this would have a really inspiring quote over it~

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Katsuki Yuuri

Yamamoto: Many of YoI’s skaters were inspired by real-life people, and Yuuri is no exception.
In Yuuri’s case, I’ve heard about someone who is usually timid, lacks confidence and believes to be mentally weak, but once he steps on ice, turns into a competitive skater who wants the audience, the judges, and the viewers from all over the world to   look only at them. I found it to be a really interesting mentality and that’s where I got my idea for Yuuri from.
This Yuuri stands at the edge of the proverbial cliff - and then changes through his meeting with his hero and rival, Viktor. Thanks to this meeting, Yuuri himself starts reaching for more and more, grows stronger.
I find relationships with labels like “lovers” or “family” to be stifling, so I came up with these two characters that are not bound by names like that, who hold each other dear and who share a bond that would be difficult to replace.
As a skater Yuuri has an individual sense of rhythm, his steps his unique weapon, but even on a solid ground, he’s a great dancer. When he was young, Minako-sensei taught Yuuri the basics of ballet, and, as Viktor praises him highly, his skating feels like he is creating music with his body - it moves into dance on its own as he charms his audience.

Kubo: Yuuri is the kinda type of a glass-wearing character I draw often. (laughs) Many skaters have bad eyesight, and Yuuri too skates without his glasses. I though people would love the narrow-eyed, uneasy face he makes when trying to read his score, so I added that element, too.
I aimed for a design that would be easy for Hiramatsu to draw, so instead of deciding every detail, I drew a base that would later spring to life under Hiramatsu’s hands.
“Change” is an important aspect of Yuuri, so I gave him a seemingly ordinary appearance instead of making an easy-to-get pretty boy.
Yuuri is slightly taller than a typical Japanese person - that’s because both the director and I are around 165-170cm, and we though it’d be nice if he was taller than us. Yuuri’s eyebrows are in a  slanted ハ shape, but turn sharp when he competes. Things that are easier to explain via animation, like Yuuri’s hair growing longer as the show progresses, are also present.

Hiramatsu: I made sure he looks different during his chubby and slim phases. His best body shape would be right after “Onsen on Ice”.
We based Yuuri on a typical Japanese body: he doesn’t have long legs, wide shoulders or a spectacular butt, but going with Kubo’s drawings, I gave him long arms and bony hands. Yuuri grows about 10cm taller when he dons his skating shoes, which makes his legs look longer. Yuuri’s Japanese silhouette was influenced by Yasuhiko’s style, who was in charge of many of his scenes.

Viktor Nikiforov

Yamamoto: I think, surprisingly, there are many people like Viktor in the skating world (laughs). Viktor doesn’t care about what people around him think of him, he thinks it’s obvious that he is the center of all the attention. Viktor acts as he pleases and through it, he believes he brings joy to others.
I love it when characters like him appear out of the blue. In this case, Yuuri is the cause of Viktor’s sudden appearance. Yuuri barged into Viktor’s world that he closed himself in without noticing, believing he has to create all the new surprises. Yuuri offered Viktor a possibility he hadn’t thought about - becoming someone’s coach.
Unconsciously, Viktor is lonely, without anyone of similar circumstances, without anyone he could empathize together with. Viktor didn’t yearn for someone to understand him; he didn’t see it as a problem, but also didn’t realize how lonely he was. Yuuri is not the only one who became stronger by experiencing love - through Yuuri, Viktor learned new feelings and grew stronger.

Kubo: I challenged myself to create a character everyone would look at and find handsome, moreso than in my previous works. Viktor’s hair is silver, with some lighter streaks. At first I also thought about giving him a hair that looks silver, but once you see it from up close, turns out to be blond hair with many streaks of white hair. However, I couldn’t find enough information on how white hair grows on blondes so I gave up (laughs).
Thinking of balancing his height with Yuuri’s when they stand next to each other, I made Viktor slightly taller. I wanted Viktor’s face to be recognizable in gag scenes and so gave him a heart-shaped mouth. This is something straight out of the shojo manga era of “Tokimeki Tonight” or “Ohayo! Spank” (laughs).
I wanted there to be something unexpected in contrast to Viktor’s usual handsomeness. That aspect of him where he worries about his receding hairline, you know, where it goes slightly above the sweet spot? I wanted the viewers to watch it with a beating heart and confuse that feeling with falling in love. A suspension bridge effect. (haha)
I took heaps of inspiration for Viktor’s sexiness from Stephane Lambiel.

Hiramatsu: I paid attention to the flow and quality of his hair - and same goes for Yurio. Viktor’s eyebrows are straight, rarely ever turn into a mountain-like shape. Viktor’s posture is beautiful and adds to his brilliance; he sports a magnificent butt and long limbs.
Viktor has a confidence of an adult, but as someone still in his 20s, he can be quite childish. Viktor’s heart-shaped mouth was there in Kubo’s storyboards, which influenced the staff to emphasize that in the show.

Yuri Plisetsky

Yamamoto: Russia is a country where skating can change your life - the country supports its strong skaters. When I learned that some families bet on their children or grandchildren becoming famous and make them learn skating  I thought there must be many children with unrelenting spirit and a will to climb up - and created a deformed version of that in a form of a Russian badboy.
Yurio has many lines with swears, but there’s one in ep 10 that angered Viktor when Yurio implied he is now looking after a “pig”. This line goes back to my 20s - whenever I saw a pair wearing matching rings I’d think, “A pair of pigs tied with rings” (laughs). When I mentioned it to Kubo, she was like “Pigs! That’s good!” and we decided to put it in. Yurio is the only one with a potty mouth in the series, so coming up with his bad boy lines was fun.
Many growing skaters probably understand what Yurio said when he mentioned his time in his current body grows short. Girls change a lot during that period, but boys too have their muscles grow - it’s a big burden on the body that makes it impossible to perform some moves. We tried to put as many things that Yurio can only do now as we could into the show.

Kubo: There are many elements to Yurio’s design that make him popular, such as blond hair and blue eyes. He really does stand out. Looks-wise Yurio is probably most similar to Rabi from Madō King Granzort.
To quote the director, there are many elements from different skaters in Yurio. The base inspiration was Yulia Lipnitskaya. When I saw her at the rink, I realized there are many different kinds of skaters and that a more mischievous character could work too.
Yurio’s visuals were decided on early, earlier than Yuuri’s, as he is very anime-like, easy to animate. As story progresses, Yurio’s hair grows longer. I wanted to express how, when you haven’t seen him for a while, Yurio grows more and  more beautiful. Is it Lilia who styles his hair, or is it Yurio himself?

Hiramatsu: Half of his face is covered with hair, which strengthens his expressions. It was fun to give emotions to that slightly visible eye. Yurio’s body is slim, girlish, with long limbs and not much muscle.
I draw him as I would draw a girl. His looks were heavily influenced by Tatenaka’s style, who was in charge of many scenes as well as the skating of our model Honoka Kawanishi. Yurio has a potential to grow, outgrowing Yuuri and reaching 180cm or so.

Christophe Giacometti

Yamamoto: I wanted to create a character who would share popularity with Viktor, a character overflowing with masculine charm. I wanted Chris to have this showy sexiness in him like an ice dancer, so he’s one of the taller single skaters in the series. It was so difficult to show a sexy man type of a character, as there aren’t many visual symbols associated with it. I am hoping to one day establish a new frontier of male sexiness.

Hiramatsu: Chris has a sturdy body, and the most emphasized butt in the whole series. I poured all of my drawing skills into that scene where Chris grabs and lifts his butt while skating. (laughs) Until halfway both his arms and butt are raised, and then arms go up, butt goes down, which is how I showed the butt’s bounciness.

Phichit Chulanont

Yamamoto: Yuuri is friends with Phichit because even if Yuuri doesn’t go to him, Phichit will come to Yuuri on his own. Yuuri doesn’t have to be suspicious of Phichit’s motives and he doesn’t show customary concern over him like Japanese people do which in turn is less stressful for Yuuri.

Jean-Jacques Leroy

Yamamoto: I created JJ because I wanted a character type that falls into a “mentally a musclehead” category. JJ entered Toronto University as a top student, off season participates in charity activities. His girlfriend is his HS classmate, but as a devout Christian, premarital sex is a no-no - they’re in a pure relationship.
He often says JJ this, JJ that in conversations and in general only talks about himself. Even if he nods with understanding as someone speaks, he soon butts in and changes the topic to himself.
JJ talked to Otabek in ep10 because he found it sad that his old rinkmate was alone - couldn’t leave him out of kindness of his heart. Even when people find him overbearing, JJ believes he is doing a good deed, so it doesn’t bother him.

Hiramatsu: JJ could be considered a good catch if he just shut up. (laughs)

Otabek Altin

Yamamoto: First, I wanted a Kazakh skater to be a dark horse of the GPF and that’s how Otabek was born. There are many Russians in Kazakhstan and Russian is the official language so I thought Otabek could easily be friends with Yurio. Some Kazakh skaters are known to train in Russia, so the bit where Otabek participated in Yakov’s camp and became fascinated with Yurio came to me naturally. We created many qualities that Yurio finds cool in Otabek outside of skating  - such as riding a bike and DJing. 

Lee Seunggil

Yamamoto: All Seung-Gil does is training, and has no interest in things beyond skating. To create a contrast with his personality, for his SP, I went with a passionate mambo. The idea to have him count his score as he skates during competition came from Kubo.

Hiramatsu: Because of his personality, I always draw him alone in the back of group images, but he still looks into the camera. (laughs)

Michele Crispino

Yamamoto: To protect his sis, Michele tries to be threatening to scare off others. This doesn’t work on Emil, so they’re on good terms. 

Kubo: As an Italian who cares about appearance, I made him look like he visits a hairdresser once every two weeks. But I also wanted to add something non-Italian to him, hence the pretty dark personality.

Hiramatsu: Michele also would be a good catch if he shut up.

Emil Nekola

Yamamoto: Emil is rarely scared and there is nothing two-faced about his personality; he doesn’t feel too down when he makes mistakes which means he can still grow and become strong.

Kubo: I googled “Czech, male” and based Emil on one of the first pictures I found. At the beginning Yamamoto was talking about making Emil the most handsome out of the European skaters, but I completely forgot. (haha)

So I went to the Bob Morley panel at Ottawa Comic Con (yes I’m still screaming internally) and based on what he said I doubt Bellarke is happening this season (meaning anything romantic being confirmed). I hope I’m wrong, but I don’t think so. Bob was saying that especially after what happened in 4x11 their relationship/partnership is gonna need a lot of work to repair. And that Bellamy, in Bob’s opinion, needs the chance to find himself and develop his own strength before he can lean on someone else in a romantic sense. Bob doesn’t think it would be healthy for Bellamy to put that on someone else and hopes that Bellamy can find his own way to deal with what he’s done and who he’s become without having to lean on Clarke or have her around to be that person. And as much as I love Bellarke, I love Bellamy more, so I completely agree. Now he did joke around saying it’s hard to answer Bellarke questions cause he doesn’t want to give away too much, and when asked who he thought Bellamy had the strongest connection with/who influenced Bellamy the most Bob said Lincoln because their shared love for Octavia, but then said - Well there’s also Clarke, but kinda left it there. So that might just be Bob’s feelings, and certainly doesn’t dispel any Bellarke stuff from happening ie. love confessions or almost kisses (cause I totally want an almost kiss before anything real cause I love that slow burn) but that’s just the vibe I got.

Other things Bob said were:
- what he’s learned from/ found most inspirational about Bellamy (my question yay) is his persistence. His ability to go on even in the face of all the horrible things that have happened to him and all that he’s done. The fact that he keeps working to do what’s best for his people and to gain back Octavia’s trust is what is inspiring about him and when he (Bob) is doing tough scenes or is really tired he thinks about the fact that Bellamy probably hasn’t slept in days and thinks in comparison to that he personally doesn’t have it so bad
- His hardest goodbye on set, which took him forever to decide on, was Devon cause apparently they lived together and hang out all the time. So he said that although they’re gonna still hang out, Devon is off doing other projects so it’s going to be sad to not have him around all the time and on set
- Bob says the person that most influences his portrayal of Bellamy is his older brother. He said his brother had always taken care of his family and continues to put his loved ones first and that kind of passion is what he takes from his brother and puts into Bellamy
- Bob also said that in general the people that inspire him most of all are his family. He said specifically his brother and his mom, but in general his family. He said he never had posters of famous sports people on his wall, but apparently growing up his dad owned a gym and they had posters of Bruce Lee and Arnold Schwarzenegger up on the wall. Professionally he looks to Scorsese, Woody Allen, and some others I didn’t write down sorry!!
- The hardest part of the job he said is that everything is so high intensity all the time and so when you’ve been on set for hours and it’s 4am and you’re exhausted its hard to remember that these are life or death decisions. He said it’s difficult to demand that level of emotion all the time and for hours on end.
- he said that he would bring back Wells just to see how different their lives would be. He said it would be interesting to see how Jaha was if his son was still alive. He also said it would be an interesting dynamic if Finn was still alive as well. To see the effect on Raven and Clarke and how that would change their journey. But he specifically said Wells, and was all dramatic saying he wouldn’t even know what the show would’ve been if Wells hadn’t died.
- Bob said that if he could play any character he would be Jaha, for a while he was choosing between Murphy or Jaha but then said Isaiah and Richard portray them so well and bring so much to their roles that their performances are what make them such compelling roles that he wishes he could explore. But mostly he wants to play Jaha to get into that mindset and figure out what motivates him to be so crazy
- some one asked what kind of father Bellamy would be and how his children’s lives would be different than his life on the ark. He laughed about Bellamy being a dad in a sort of ‘oh god no’ kind of way, but then said in a sort of, pretend their living off the land out of the bunker kinda of scenario, the next generation would have more respect for the earth since humanity is what destroyed it in the first place.
- Another question was what Bellamy wanted to be when he was 5 years old, and Bob said that because he didn’t know who his father was Bellamy would have liked to have imagined his dad was someone other people looked up to. So Bellamy would have thought that he could be a leader too, like captain of guards, or whatever he wanted to be. But as he got older that dream to be whatever he wanted was crushed by the harsh class system on the ark and he settled into the realization that he wasn’t special and that he was kind of stuck in a lower class life and that’s why he was so resentful of Clarke and Wells trying to take over on the ground
- And lastly cause I can’t remember anymore right now - He said in order to take on a new character he needs to really physically get into their head space and their physical space, so he will go around and touch the walls and makes sure he feels comfortable in that place. He said he needs to find where that character’s energy sits (which makes my actor heart glow with joy omg what an *artiste*)

Sorry this turned into a really long post, but it’s only been like 12 hours since I saw him and I’m still putting all my energy into not crying every second of the day. Also just a reminder I didn’t record this, I just jotted things down, so none of this is quoted from Bob word for word. This has all been paraphrased and interpreted by me!! I didn’t change any info, or answers, just reiterating.


Originally posted by jkguks


Genre: Roommate/Best Friend, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Dedication/Inspiration: @taetimewithsuga

The majority of the world’s population would agree with the quote “Nothing good happens after 2am.” but for Y/N… nothing bad ever happened after 2am. The wee hour of the morning consisted of laughs. deep conversations, tons of junk food, and sometimes even harmless food fights with her roommate and best friend Jungkook. Their 2am’s never resulted in not so innocent touches, or an awkward morning of waking up naked next to someone who was supposed to be sleeping in the next room over. For 4 years they became more alive at 2am. the weekend habit of staying up together way past 2am soon became tradition. They spoke of thier pasts, thier present and what they wished to be in their future. They talked of relationships, friendships, and hardships.

 Nothing bad ever happened after 2am….


The cool tiled floor sent a shiver up your spine as you made your way to Jungkook’s bedroom door.

“Kookie?” You whispered from the doorway walking quietly to the bed that held a sleeping Jungkook. The blankets rustled for a quick moment before he lifted it as an invitation for you to join him in a good nights slumber. Without hesitation you wiggled your way under the covers facing his heavy eyes and half awake bunny smile.

“What was it tonight?” He asked, his words coated in sleep and concern.

“Level 7 nightmare.”

“Turn around.” You turned to face the wall as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his chest to your back, his soft breath hitting your neck. This concept wasnt foreign to you; Jungkook allowing you to sleep with him after a bad nightmare or a sudden wave of loneliness that is too overwhelming to sleep alone. Sometimes even he would come and crawl into bed with you if he had something on his mind that was too much for him to handle alone. Its just the kind of friends yall were.

“Thank you kookie..” you whispered softly as sleep began to creep up on you and claim you as its own.

“Shhh Y/N. Just sleep, the nightmares are gone now.” He gave you a reassuring squeeze as yall both dozed off into a dreamless sleep.

The Saturday sun peeking in through Jungkook’s blinds had no effect on either one of you due to the lack of plans laid out for the day. You tossed and turned a bit before eventually burying your face in your roomates chest to try and make the sun go away.

A groan had left the boys mouth as he pulled the blanket over yalls head and adjusted his eyes to you in his chest.

“Y/N-ah, tell the sun to leave.” He whined playing with your hair until you let out a sleepy chuckle and met his brown eyes. “I cant tell the sun to leave but I can tell you to leave and to stop hogging all the mother fucking blankets.” Without any hesitation you shoved the brown haired boy off the bed causing him to land with a thud. You threw your head against his pillow and erupted with laughter at his shocked expression. You looked over at him and watched as his wide eyed expression changed to a forced frown and squinted eyes. Ready for revenge.

“OH ITS ON KID!” He shouted jumping onto the bed and finding every tickle spot he knew you had, he tickled you until you were laughing so hard no sound was coming out, and tears ran down your cheeks. “I hate you Jeon Jungkook. I really hate you.” You muttered standing up and walking towards the door.

“And I really love you too Y/N Y/L/N. I really love you too.”


“Y/N?” His voice echoed laced with excitement, you quickly rushed to the door; in your bunny shorts and and black tanktop, with a smile to match his.

“Whats with the wine?” You asked wiggling your eyebrows knowing damn well he only brings home wine when its accompanied by good news.

“Tonight, we drink like kings! We celebrate my new found glory, we celebrate the profound news.. of me.. getting handed… A PRODUCERS CARD! HE HEARD ME SINGING IN THE CAFE AND HE STOPPED ME AND TOLD ME HOW GOOD I AM AND TOLD ME TO CALL HIM IF I AM INTRESTED IN PURSUING MUSIC!”

You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist as a congratulations and kissed his cheek softly. “Jungkookie, I am so happy for you! Today we do celebrate like kings, tonight we have our famous Jungkook/ Y/N game nights and drink…..the oh mighty bottle.” You looked up at your roomate only to see his mouth slightly drop open and his eyes get as big as golf balls.

“You mean-”

“Yes. I mean we are drinking Chateau Latour 1990.” You skipped over to the kitchen unaware of the quick stares your best friend gave you as you turned.

“But y/n, you said when we moved in you were saving it for the day one of us gets engaged.”

“This is big for you Jungkook. Its huge. I want to treat you like a king in celebration… you deserve it.” Before he could reply you reached for the 1990’s bottle that was set on the highest shelf; your shirt riding up in the back reveling a good amount of your bare back. Jungkook’s eyes raked over your body slowly before he quickly looked a way and mumbled that he was going to change quickly.

While you poured the glasses of wine, and grabbed some blankets from the hall closet you smiled as you heard footsteps headed towards the living room. Jungkook sat down beside you and together yall began the night thst you knew wouldnt be over till after 2.

Jungkook closed his eyes while he took another sip of the dark, complex smelling liquid. Your eyes traveled from his slightly messy hair down to his nicely fit white tshirt , that perfectly complemented his wonderful muscles. It wasnt unusual to stare in awe at the boy sitting next to you, you did that quite alot to be honest knowing exactly why you felt the need to.

Hours went by as yall made yalls way to the bottom of the bottle, laughing at eachothers drunken jokes and bad puns.

“Y/n, you are such a loud drunk.” Jungkook laughed falling over and clutching his stomach.

“You are an ass Jeon Jungkook!” You shouted jumping ontop of him and tickling him where you knew he was ticklish, causing his laughter to increase.

Not realizing that you were straddling your best friend, you shifted until he remained perfectly still, and earned a groan from him. “Oh my god kookie, I’m not even tickling you anymore. Stop groaning.” You laughed causing a slight movement ontop of him. “Y/n.” He groaned again. The laughter ceased to exist as you looked down at the boy and yalls position, before you could realize he wasnt groaning because of the tickling you felt him slightly raise his hips to meet your core. You felt his memeber slightly harden underneath you as you looked down to see his brown eyes darken and his lip caught between his perfect teeth.

Everything felt so unreal, the way his hands ran all over youe body, the way his pink lips attached themselves to your most sensitive of areas, the way yalls moans mixed in beautifuly with each others, but by the time you laid naked next to your best friend, your eyes drifted to the clock on the wall.

3am. Nothing good happens after 2am.


Your eyes fluttered open to find yourself sleeping in the living which never usually happens. You sat up quickly, the blanket falling from your chest allowing a cool breeze to hit. Why do I feel a breeze? You thought. You slowly looked down at your naked body letting out a loud shriek and having realization hit you in the face.

I slept with Jungkook? I kissed Jungkook? My best friend.. I slept with my best friend. My best friend who stole my heart sometime 4 years ago. I slept with him. What if this ruins our friendship? What if he wakes up disgusted that he slept with me?

You quickly sprung off the couch grabbing all your clothes and racing towards your room.

Me: Taehyungie, meet me at the café asap. Its urgent.

You typed as fast as your fingers would let you, slipping on some jeans and a baggy shirt as if you were trying to hide what you had done the nigh prior. Walking over to your mirror to examine the damage done, you gasped as your fingers grazed the numerous dark purple love bites all along your neck.

He sure did mark me good.

Taehyungie: Already on my way precious. I’ll order us some coffee.

Me: Thanks Tae. Prepare for an ear full..

Taehyungie: Baby girl, I’m always ready.

You and Taehyung met a year before you met Jungkook; he was the sill friend that was always up for anything. He was a child in a grown mans body, obsessed with the idea that fun should never die due to the age you are.

You quickly covered the marks as best as you could before you raced out the front door and headed towards the local café, not even stealing a glance at the adorable bunny boy still sound asleep on the couch.

“Okay so you had sex with Jungkook. The boy you have been in love with for a year now, and you stormed out of the house like there was a fire?!” Taehyung asked questioning why you felt the need to run away. He was never the kind of person to run away from his issues, or beat around the bush; he faced them head on and bluntly.

“Tae, you don’t understand-” Taehyung reached over the table and grabbed both your hands in his.

“No y/n, you don’t understand. You are 24 years old and are still so scared of possibilities, you run and hide the minute you get scared when you should be taking life by the balls. You love this boy and you wont ever know if he loves you too until you tell him. You are a beautiful girl and one hell of a friend, if he doesn’t share the same feelings then he is stupid. BUT even if he doesn’t share the same feelings yall can talk about it and keep everything like it was.”

He was right.

“Nothing good happens after 2am..” you mumbled taking a long sip of your Vanilla Coffee.

“I’m not so sure. 2am was always you and Jungkook’s golden hour, and while this time something unexpected happened it still made you work up the courage to tell him how you feel. Its a big step you are taking because of the events that happened after 2am. 2am events are only bad if you make them that way.”

“Tae, how did you become so wise?”

“My hyung’s can be aright sometimes.” He winked, causing you to chuckle and take a deep breathe.

Your phone buzzed softly in your hand as you exited the café, giving Taehyung a big hug and a peck on the cheek.

Kookie: I’m not sure where you went, or when you left.. but whenever you can, could you please come home. We can’t just ignore what happened last night.

Me: I’m actually on my way home right now.

Kookie: Okay.

“K-Kookie?” You managed to shout. You heard rustling up stairs and slowly followed the noise. You followed the noise all the way to his room and stopped. You froze in your tracks scared to meet the face on the other side of the door, without another thought you slowly turned the door handle and peeked inside.


You gasped as he turned around, noticing three dark purple marks on his neck, his hair was still slightly messy, his lips were curved into a tight smile.


You walked forward and met his eyes that were slightly watery causing you too pull him into a tight hug; the tales of yesterday not even coming to mind.

“What’s wrong Kookie.?” The silence that followed that question lasted up to a good minute before his eyes latched onto yours

“Don’t leave me y/n. Its okay if you regret it, or if you don’t love me back but please don’t leave me. Even if this is a mistake to you I don’t want our friendship to suffer or change. I -”

If you don’t love me too?

Did he just say too?

You made your way to him and placed a chaste kiss on his slightly quivering lips. “It- It wasn’t a mistake….I don’t regret it. Granted I do wish we weren’t slightly drunk.” you confessed looking everywhere but at him.

He lifted your chin to look you in the eyes and took a deep breath.

“Y/n, 4 years we have lived together and in those four years I have watched you fall for the wrong guys, I’ve watched you cry and laugh, I’ve slept in your bed just as many times as you slept in mine… during these four years I’ve grown to love you more then a friend. I noticed the way your eyes crinkle in the corners when you laugh, the way you hate making eye contact when your nervous, the way you are scared of everything except me. I watched you slowly fall in love with me at the same pace I fell in love with you. I wasn’t sure if you loved me until you left so early this morning to run away from this. You never run away unless your scared and in that moment I knew you were running away from the possibility of ruining our friendship because you were scared I didn’t love you back.“  He searched your eyes for any sign of confirmation that you had heard him correctly and as though something took over your body, you pressed your body against his and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Kiss me Kookie. Kiss me sober.” With no hesitation he pressed his perfect rose pink lips against yours and kissed you like it was the last time he’d ever see you. His lips moved at a perfect pace with yours, only fitting more perfectly together as time went on. After what felt to be ages but was actually a few seconds you pulled away to be greeted by the bunny smile you loved so much.

“I love you Jeon Jungkook. I really love you.” You whispered burying your face in his marked up neck.


I still stand by what I said about how Nothing bad happens after 2am, because really its all up to you. Granted our love story started off like a cliché show where the pair doesn’t know they are in love, nor do they do anything to fix it so their complicated romance lasts for 8 seasons until FINALLY the end up together. We took it upon ourselves to speak up and skip past the remaining seasons. Life is too short to wait and wonder, sometimes you have to take life by the balls.. you have to speak up before its too late.

So as I lay here with my head resting on Jungkook’s chest and his arms stay wrapped around my waist as we whisper sweet nothings to each other I thank the bottle of wine that made us act upon our most secret desires. I thank Jungkook for speaking up and handling this like the adult he is. I thank the cliché shows, and stupid phrases that made me what to prove them wrong.

Nothing bad happens after 2 am if you know how to handle it.

(This is my first fan fiction in SUCH a long time. I’m so sorry if it sucks.)

Melodrama | Frat Boy!Calum Hood AU

Requested: nope!

Rating: PG-13, cursing, angst (so much of it yikes)

Summary: YN are a perfect match, but this means that they’re destined to burn out. (Inspired by Lorde’s iconic, wonderful Melodrama album! Do yourself a favor and listen to it 😌 all of the quotes from her songs should be in bold so let’s hope that works)! Enjoy!!


“We order different drinks at the same bar.” YN had been glancing over at that boy all night, she knew she had to stop sooner or later, but he was hot. Really, really hot- so she would stop staring later rather than sooner. They had seen each other at what everyone called ‘the bar’ which was basically a counter where a lot of beer and fireball was stored. It was self serve, and had zero fancy drink umbrellas.

Calum had “ordered” a beer from a “bartender” a drunk frat boy who had tried to open the beer with his foot because “every bartender has that rad trick- y'know?” YN had grabbed a bottle of fireball and opened it, pouring some into a cup (no tricks needed) and walked away, glancing back at the tall, dark and handsome boy.

The only reason YN was so comfortable watching this boy was because he was staring back at her, biting his lip and winking every once in a while. YN knew wherever this was going, it would not end favorably but that train of thought was derailed as soon as he’d look over at her again, two red solo cups in his hand. YN wondered if maybe he was bringing a cup over to her, but the thought was shut down as soon as Calum was dared by a large circle of friends, most likely fraternity brothers, to drink both at the same time. Calum, without hesitation, began to chug.

YN wondered why she felt slightly disappointed, what was she expecting? He was a frat boy, doing what frat boys were famous for. His head was covered with a black snapback facing backwards, the bill of the hat pushing against the back of his neck as his head tilted back to drink.

After another hour, YN was getting a bit tired of dancing in her heels and started looking around for a room to put them in where she wouldn’t have to worry about them being stolen by other party-goers. She unstrapped the shoes from her feet, sighing in relief as she walked more comfortably across the room towards the stairs leading up to where she assumed the fraternity boys slept. After accidentally walking in on a couple clumsily making out in a bedroom, YN decided to knock before entering any more rooms. Most of the frat houses on campus were built the same so she had relatively little trouble finding her way around. Finally she found another bedroom further down the hall, after knocking she determined it was empty and gently pushed the door open to reveal a room with two beds, one side decorated with band posters layered on the wall, the other side more plain, with a computer set up on a desk pushed against the wall near the closet, clothes thrown cavalierly over the chair that sat in front of the desk.

She dropped her shoes next to the door and closed it again after walking out, looking up just in time not to run into the boy she’d been staring at all night. “What- what were you doing in, in there? That’s m’ room,” He was so unbelievably drunk. His words were slow and slurred and his eyes were hooded, eyebrows furrowed.

“Was just finding a spot for m’ shoes, m’ feet hurt.” YN felt that she was might be over explaining the situation but the alcohol in her veins, while much less than what was in this guy’s, was enough to keep her talking. He nodded, starting to walk through the door that you were still standing in front of, running directly into her. He backed up slowly, looking a little confused as to what had just happened before bursting into uncontrollable laughter, eyes and nose crinkling and shoulders moving in time to his laughing. YN shook her head, not believing how drunk this guy was. He laughed so hard he fell back on his ass and YN decided maybe he needed a bit of help getting to bed.

“Here, um, I don’t know your name. Let’s get you to bed now, yeah?” Calum tilted his head up at her, laughter starting to die down. He looked at her solemnly, “m'names Calum- can call me Cal.” YN nodded, offering him a hand up. He took it, his big hand enveloping yours. If he wasn’t piss drunk YN imagined that those hands would be great for a hell of a lot of things. He leaned his head on YN’s shoulder as she opened the door, his arm weaved around her waist. She led him to the bed and helped him kick his shoes off, he peeled off his shirt, throwing it across the room and missing a pile of what YN assumed were dirty clothes by several meters, she tried not to laugh.

“What’re ya laughin’ at?” He pouted, hands grabbing onto her hips and pulling her between his legs. “Nothin’ Cal, lay down okay? You should go to bed.” “I am in bed,” Calum giggled to himself, motioning to his sheets. She just nodded, smiled and began to pull a blanket over him and walk away when he gripped her hand in his again. “Where ’re ya goin’” she turned around. “Probably back home, night Cal-” her progress was halted as he pulled her closer to his bed yet again. “Are- are ya an angel?” Her brows furrowed a bit but a smile formed on her face. “No, Cal, I go to college here.”

It was her turn to giggle, beginning to walk away when Cal pulled her back again for what felt like the billionth time. His hand wasn’t tight enough to force YN to do anything, she stayed because she wanted to. He was a needy drunk.

“You seem like an angel- you’re pretty, and you’re nice and-” she smiled at him as he babbled on, you were about to tell him goodnight and leave but he spoke again. “Don’t ev'n know your name, angel, don’t leave yet.”

“YN, m'names YN.” He smiled, bringing his head to touch the side of her face softly before bopping her gently on the nose with his pointer finger. Even his hands smelled like beer. “YN the angel,” he murmured to himself, she walked over to turn out the light and grab her shoes when Cal called out yet again. “Will ya stay, angel, please?” She told herself she’d only stay until he fell asleep. “I love you,” he whispered like it was a secret, before releasing a hiccup, the sound made him laugh and YN rolled her eyes, laying down next to him on top of the covers, not intending to stay long. “No you don’t, Cal you don’t know me,” she laughed at Cal’s antics. “I know I’ll love you forever, angel” he whispered, slurring his words together even more than before. He didn’t seem to notice, continuing to speak.

“I’ll love you till my breathing stops”. YN just stroked his forehead, pushing his hair back with your fingers. “Shh, go to sleep Cal,” he rolled over and so he could cuddle into her easier. His room was cold and YN made the mistake of pulling a blanket over the two of them and before she knew it, she was asleep.

“Our days and nights are perfumed with obsession” The next morning YN woke up to the sounds of hungover frat boys and rustling trash bags- Cal wasn’t in his room, YN was alone and hurriedly got out of bed, grabbing her shoes and making her way downstairs, not sure who she would encounter. She could feel her phone was still in her jeans pocket but her battery was dead. Shit, she needed it to navigate home or call a ride to bring her home. She lived off campus and didn’t feel like walking through the city today in last nights clothes. “Aye, angel! Glad to see ya up 'n movin’!” Cal said as soon as he spotted her, he put down a large black trash bag, taking a break from cleaning up the post-party mess. YN smiled a bit, wishing Cal wouldn’t talk so loud because one, it made her headache worse and two, it attracted the attention of every frat boy in the room.

“Oi, you two lovebirds get lucky last night?” One with a black bro tank laughed, shooting YN a wink. She shook her head quickly, not wanting any rumors to start that she was one of Calum’s conquests when she was sure there were many before her to stay the night in his room.

“Why do ya look so embarrassed- I confessed my undying love for you last night, angel!” Cal was joking, a twinkle in his eye as he rubbed her forearm with an outstretched hand. “Like I said, you’re not in love with me, but thanks” she laughed and began to leave when she remembered the phone predicament. “Uh, Cal, do you have a charger that’d work with my phone?” You held yours up to him, “Its dead and I need a ride home.” Cal shook his head, “sorry mines different than yours, I can ask around if ya want?” He held up his phone, a completely different model than yours. YN began to respond when he spoke again, “or I could give ya a ride? We could get breakfast?” YN wondered if she was being asked on a date. Calum continued to speak. “You took care of me last- night none of these fuckers would’ve done that,” he joked, raising his voice so his friends could hear that last bit. He received a chorus of “hey!” And “fuck off.” He grinned.

YN couldn’t tell if this was a good or a bad idea, moving her fingers up and down so her shoes would bounce softly against her leg while she considered his proposal. “Sure,” she smiled.

She had no idea that accepting Calum’s offer would lead to the two of them becoming practically inseparable, Cal even started carrying a charger for her phone in his car. For a month, the two of them were in total bliss, completely obsessed with each other. Always flirting and stealing glances at the other until one night, the two of them sat on the bed in YN’s apartment watching reruns on T.V.. Cal looked at her and took a deep breath. “Hey, YN, I think I kinda have a crush in you.” She looked over, processing his words. “I think I kinda have a crush on you too, Cal.” Both of their friend groups were annoyed by the lack of separation between the two of them. They knew they were both happy because neither of them ever shut up about the other.

They went on dates for ice cream, getting ice cream on the sides of their mouths as an excuse to kiss, dates to the Forrest where they’d hike and just sit and watch the view. They went to concerts and libraries and were always holding hands. Hell, they went grocery shopping together. They couldn’t get enough of each other.

YN usually took things like this slow, carefully planning and considering her feelings. YN usually was calm, cool, coy and collected. Calum made her forget about all of that, they were moving through this relationship at the speed of light, as if every step of the way was only able to flash them a green light. This was exciting- it was a whirlwind and for the next month, YN and Calum felt bliss together like never before.

Of course their friends warned them about this- that it seemed like they might be moving too fast when Cal began to leave some of his things at YN’s house after less than two months.

They knew their friends were right but they never talked about it, they were too obsessed with each other. “Let’s let things come out of the woodwork I’ll give you my best side tell you all my best lies” Their relationship was fire, hot, beautiful- and unpredictable. Their first fight was just as passionate, things being thrown around as they screamed at each other about only God knows what.

Maybe it was Cal’s smoking that he knew YN hated, maybe it was that YN was scared at the number of girls Calum talked to all the time. Whatever it was that had pushed them over the edge, it left YN crying in her living room and Cal beating the steering wheel of his car with his hands in the parking lot below. It only took a day for them to start talking again, as though nothing had happened. They were back on track moving as fast as ever. They tried to have faith in each other, but after only knowing each other for the short time they had, it was hard to form a basis for trust.

Calum never knew how to say what he was feeling, worrying he would say the wrong thing and ruin everything. This just left left YN wondering how he actually felt, and she began to assume the worst. 

“Know you won’t remember in the morning when I speak my mind” This was all fine and good until they got drunk. Cal was a needy drunk, but YN got angry, this combination never really went well and it was a mystery to everyone why they continued to get drunk together when they always ended up fighting.

They had been fighting for 30 minuets now, in Cal’s bedroom where a party was still going on beneath them. It had started with YN’s comments. The more she drank the more angry they got, and accusatory. “Who’s that text from? Probably some girl you’ve fucked before me- or maybe still are?”

Cal looked at her with furrowed brows. “What the hell are you talking about? Who would I be seeing when I spend literally all of my free time with you?” His voice got louder and YN matched his volume. “Oh I don’t know, but how would I when we never talk about shit?”

This went on for a while, long enough that the party ended and everyone in the house could hear the screaming match and they didn’t even notice, voices growing hoarse, tears streaming down both of their faces. They’d moved too fast and now they were paying the price.

“Some angel,” Cal scoffed, walking over to his bed before speaking again. “You’re a mean drunk, YN.” This only made YN cry more and he put his head in his hands. When he stood up, YN was still as angry as he was and couldn’t hide it, shoving Calum back with two hands on his chest. She went in for another hit when Calum grasped both of her wrists tighter than he should.

“Get. The hell. Out.” He said through clenched teeth, releasing her hands and going to bed, YN was shaken out of her rage enough to gently say his name now, tears still streaming down her cheeks. “I said get out!”

Calum full on screamed the words and it was enough for YN to hurriedly vacate the frat house, ignoring the concerned looks of Cal’s frat brothers, getting in her car, and speeding away. 

“Let’s give it a minuet before we admit that we’re through.” They didn’t talk for weeks. Both of them ignoring the others calls. Finally, YN came home to find Calum seated outside her apartment door, he wasn’t drunk but he’d definitely had a few drinks for courage before coming over, they were starting to wear off now that he’d seen YN.

“We need to talk.”

They sat across from each other at her kitchen table, the air tense but not hostile anymore. “Maybe we should break up.”

“Should we?”

“Well, do you love me?”

YN had no response. She knew that she didn’t, that Calum was exciting to her, but there was no future here. Calum knew this too.

“What happened to us, Cal?”

Her eyes were hot and shining, she picked at her nails, not wanting to look at him yet. Calum just shrugged. “Were the loveless generation, YN- we just fuck with our lover’s heads, need me to spell it out for you? L-o-v-e-l-e-s-s.” “You’re a mean drunk, Cal.”

“So are you, YN.”

“Why do we get drunk together?”

“It’s one of the things we do really well together, I guess.”

“All the love we had and lost,” YN muttered to herself. Trying to objectively review this relationship. It wasn’t good for either of them, not really. There was just too many 'cons’ and not enough 'pros’. “Why don’t I want to say goodbye to you, Cal?” They agreed to spend one more night together.

“Baby really hurt me” They agreed to spend the night sober at Cal’s, a party was already in full swing when they got there. Calum and YN made a bee line straight to Cal’s room, crawling into bed. They just sat there for a while, nothing left to say to each other.

“I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, you know I don’t YN.” He was tugging on his hair with both hands tightly, overcompensating for his lack of control over the situation. “I know.” She replied with a sniffle. “Maybe we just did this all too violently, in a word.” Anyone could’ve seen this coming: the last ditch effort never works, not in times like this.

“But my hips have missed your hips” They decide to try and handshake goodbye which turned into a goodbye hug that turned into a goodbye kiss that turned into a goodbye make-out session that quickly spiraled into goodbye sex in Calum’s bed.

When YN wakes up alone in Cal’s bed, she knows it is for the last time. She’s back where she started. She leaves the house for the last time, driving away from the house. She pulls into the apartment parking lot. It’s only then that she notices an envelope on the passenger seat.

Shit, Cal had the spare keys to her car- and her house. She hurriedly opened the envelope with shaky hands and found both sets of keys inside with a note.

“YN- Thank you for everything. Even all of the drama. All of it. This didn’t end the way we hoped it would, but I hope you don’t have any hard feelings, I understand if you do. Just know that I don’t and you know where to find me if you need anything. Love you Angel, Calum.”

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1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.

Either on tumblr, or AO3. I prefer people reading them on AO3 though.

2. Tell us a little about yourself.

Okay, here goes. I’ve never been too great at talking about myself in a positive light but I’ll do my best here.

My real name and age are something I keep very private from this blog. There’s a real sharp divide between this blog and my real life.

You guys have taken to calling me Ten, and it’s growing on me. So that’s my name now — I’m Ten. I’m starting to like it more than my real (and unusual) name.

Anyway about me…I’m a serial procrastinator, dog mom to a tiny yorkie, and I like to think I give good advice, as tons of you guys have told me so when I help with problems over anon. I live in Canada, and I’m the author to about 12 (I think?) fics by now, which is more than I ever would if everyone hadn’t been so receptive and nice.

I don’t know if you’ll find this an interesting fact or a sad one, but I do tons of my writing in the hospital. I’m there a lot as I’ve got a plethora of health issues, and it gives me something to do with my time there, and makes it that much more tolerable. For that, I say thank YOU all for reading.

3. What do you never leave home without?

My laptop. It’s always in a sling case so I can write wherever I go.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

I am worse than a night owl, I’m like a 4 AM owl. If there was a poster child for bad sleep schedules, it would be me.

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

God, I don’t trust fictional worlds. They’re all horrible in their own ways, and I wouldn’t last a day.

If I could live anywhere (and have wifi,) I’d live on the island of Themyscira from Wonder Woman.

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met.

Um, does Brendon Urie noticing me on a livestream count?

But nah, I did meet Dan and Phil during their live show tour. I’ve been watching their videos for years, so it was a big deal to me. Still wild to me how tall they are.

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?

Okay, I am so bad with movies, I rarely watch them. But I do watch plenty of TV shows — here’s just a couple of the ones I enjoyed: Brooklyn Nine Nine (you guys KNOW how much I love this show), 13 Reasons Why (I know there’s controversy surrounding it but I think that save for a few scenes it was done well), Stranger Things, Chuck, the old Twin Peaks, Teen Wolf, Flashpoint, Your Lie In April (a fantastic anime) and I just started The Bold Type.

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?

I listen to SO MUCH RANDOM STUFF. My spotify has about 10 or so different playlists and they all have different vibes. I guess right now I’ve been into The Cab, Blackbear, Porter Robinson, and The Neighbourhood, but that’s probably going to change in like, two days. I’m also currently in love with the songs Shelter by Madeon and Porter Robinson, and Only by RY X.

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Word Count: 3361 (WTF?!)
Author’s Note: This totally got away from me. I hope you can see the connection to your requested quote - it feels a little tenuous, but it really is there…

You drew in a deep breath before stepping into Medbay. You’d just transferred over from Yorktown, and you were nervous. Doctor McCoy, the CMO, was the most frightening son of a bitch you’d ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on. Everything about him terrified you, from his intense stare to the way he quirked his eyebrow, like everyone in the room was an idiot. You’d only encountered him the one time before, but you weren’t likely to forget it. At least you’d won that battle…

One year prior…

“What the hell kind of sad excuse of a Med Clinic is this?” You heard him muttering under his breath as he looked around, holding a makeshift dressing against his friend’s head. The tall man was easily identifiable as a doctor, even without the telltale Science Blue top. His attitude alone was enough to make you want to choke. The truth of the matter was, it was an exceptional Med Clinic. The best on Yorktown, and second in stats only to the MedBay on the Enterprise. So the condemnation made your hackles rise.

“What seems to be the issue, gentlemen?” You asked as you approached the pair. The doctor was scowling. His friend, a definite hotty in Command Gold, was squinting through a sizeable lump forming around his eye. He had blood seeping from under the compress, and his nose was bleeding. As a quick assessment, you’d guess bar fight.

“The man’s bleeding!” The doctor barked. “Can’t you see that?”

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Last month, we got to step inside Samantha’s Brooklyn apartment and took a trip to the bold, colorful street mural she recently designed!

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anonymous asked:

where was stevie during 9/11? was she in new york? i know it's close to her heart, just like so many others

Hey anon, yes, she was there. You can read her journal entries regarding 9/11:

Dearest Everyone-
This is my journal entry beginning September 11, 2001. I wanted to share it with you, because I was in New York; because it was the heaviest thing I have ever experienced ~

Stevie Nicks

Sept. 11, 2001

11:30 a.m.

We got into New York via private jet at 2 o’clock this morning, coming into New York from Toronto, Canada. I have been listening to Shawn Colvin’s song, Another Plane Went Down, from her new album, A Whole New You, all the way here while trying to compose a letter to Gladys Knight about Aaliyah, her niece; about my dream. Airports, planes everywhere, music, music, tears in my eyes, Sulamith (my yorkie) was upset all the way from Canada, psychic, dreamlike, flying, flying, flying.

And now, it has happened. Two planes dove into the World Trade Center Towers ~
4 hijackings in 3 hours. The Trade Center is gone, thousands of people are dead. The Pentagon was attacked kamikaze style, and one plane they are pretty sure, was on its way to the White House.

Everyone is pretty sure it was Osama Bin Laden, the evil high tech murderer hiding in Afghanistan…

People are walking across the Brooklyn Bridge trying to get home. I am here at the world famous Waldorf=Astoria, the hotel where the presidents stay ~

I will write as the day unfolds~

I am pretty sure Radio City will cancel; I think their offices were in the Towers…I am so sad for them…

Aircraft warships are on their way to us here in New York and to Washington… I don’t really know what we are going to do now – the airports are completely shut down-

My heart is broken.

8:42 a.m. First Tower
9:04 a.m. 2nd Tower
9:40 a.m. Pentagon
9:59 a.m. South Tower falls
10:28 a.m. North Tower falls
            (people jump)
11:29 a.m. United flt 99 crashes in rural Pennsylvania
5:20 p.m. #7 Tower collapses

You can read all the entries here.


She also talked about it during the release of ‘Say You Will’ as ‘Illume’ was written about 9/11:

Well, it’s written about the day it happened. It really is written about the day it happened, because that day was, you know, I went to bed at 7.30 and Karen came in - my assistant - and woke me up at 11. She actually let me sleep through the really horrible part, and, uh, came in and woke me up and said, ‘Well, you’re not going to believe this, so check this out.’ And, uh, we were there for three days and we didn’t leave until Thursday night, because like I told you, we had to wait to cancel everything. I saw - You know, it said in the song, it says, I’m alone now / With my thoughts / Of how we could make it / Of how we could get out / What we’ve been through / All of the trauma / The smell of Nag Champra / Shadow of a stranger / What I saw on this journey / I saw history go down / I cannot pretend / That the heartache falls away / It’s just like a river / Ooh, it’s never-ending / I cannot pretend / That the heartache falls away…’ I cannot pretend to this day that the heartache goes away for that. I will never get over that. That song is not about Lindsey. That song is about 9/11. That song is about being in the city that was bombed. And being fifteen minutes away. And then staying out on the road until - My last show, I think, was at the end of September going into October. And going onstage in a big public place every night and being afraid.” - (Stevie interview to Gavin Martin, 2003)  


“’Illume’ is a very interesting song actually. I wrote it after September 11th, you know, so it was one of the first I wrote after those tragedies. It’s just about making it, you know. I was sitting there, thinking about those horrible tragedies in October of 2001, and I was sitting there with just me in the room, and the candle was lit. I love candles, you know. And my heart was still so heavy from everything, and I didn’t know quite what would happen, and we were all like that, confused. I didn’t set out to write a September 11th song, it just happened. It goes “Illume, says the candle that I burn, a reflection in the window,” and that’s just about the inspiration for the song. And I tell you, my heart was so very heavy and full at this time, I was so confused. And then there are some other parts… “And I am alone with my thoughts, And how we could make it – And what we have been through, all of the trauma.” - (Queen of Rock Interview, 2003)


I was in New York on 9/11 during my tour. I’ve never been a political person, but suddenly I felt like I was in the middle of history. We were at the Waldorf with all these foreign diplomats. It was very scary. I watched people jumping (from the twin towers) on a Mexican TV channel. We put wet towels in the windows to keep out the burning iron smell. Illume is a poem about 9/11 and about getting through it and getting back home. Part of me wanted to pack my bags and cancel the tour. But my parents and friends like Tom Petty and Don Henley kept saying, 'People paid to see your show, and if they’re willing to go out in this frightening world, don’t you dare come home.’ It was hard to walk on stage and not burst into tears. I was almost hysterical. All my songs suddenly seemed to be about 9/11.” - (USA Today, 2003)

Jeff Hardy - “If he makes you happy”

Part 2 of “You broke me” - Part 1 here 
Warnings: None
Words: 1300+

Jeff’s POV 

“Bub?” I closed my eyes as Karl showed up “Everything okay Heard you yelling” I had to walk away. I couldn’t deal with the fact that she was his. 

“Yeah everything is just fine” I heard y/n say. I walked into the locker room that was just mine and Matt’s. They’d given it to us to hide us away from everyone. I threw my championship down on my bag and flopped onto the couch. 

“I take it seeing y/n didn’t go too well?” Matt asked coming out of the bathroom. I sat up quickly to look at him. 

“Did you know she was dating Anderson?” I asked 

“Yeah? Didn’t you? They’ve been dating for ages haven’t they?” Matt questioned 

“Almost a year” I said “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Oh really? That’s all? I thought they got together in Japan” Matt shurgged 

“How do you know all this and I don’t?!” I exclaimed. Out of the two of us I was always the social one, the one that kept up with all the rumours and going ons in the wreslting world. 

“You’d be surpised what I have known over the years” 

“…I really screwed her up didn’t I?” I sighed rubbing my face. 

“Nooooo…well I mean yeah you did. Your boyfriend just leaving out of no where and not replying to any calls or texts and leaving you to go into a downwards spirl causing you to loose your job only to find out he’s been in another wreslting promotion for a year and is doing really well…that would screw anyone up” Matt said 

“Gee thanks, making me feel really good about myself brother” I rolled my eyes and laid back down. 

“I’m not here to make you feel good about yourself. Just please don’t screw this up for us. We could have a really good run in the wwe again” Matt said moving my legs. 

That night I laid in bed at the hotel staring at the ceiling, think of y/n and all the crap I put her through. 

“Hey babe, just wondering where you are…it’s been 2 days and I still havent heard from you”
“Jeff are you okay? Please call me”
“Jeff I’m really worried now, please just let me know your okay”

That was just some of the messages she left me in the first week. I don’t know why I didn’t reply, there was also a hell of a lot of texts that went along with the calls. 

“Jeff, what did I do? Matt won’t tell me where you are. Just tell me what I did”
“There’s another girl isn’t there? Just tell me…I won’t be mad”
“Matt said you were okay…I just need to hear it from you”

I had to block her number after a couple of months. I couldn’t handle seeing her messages. Now that I think about it I should have called her, texted her even, explained what had happened but I just couldn’t. If I did maybe things would have been different. Maybe we would still be together, or I would at least have a chance in getting back together. Maybe we would be married by now with a couple of kids. We’d talked about kids. She wanted a big family, I only wanted one so we said we would compramise and have a big family. 

But instead of talking to her, I ignored her, leaving her to ruin her life. I ruined mine to but it was my life to ruin. Drugs and alcohol ruined mine, there was a cultprit, a substance. For her it was me but there wasn’t a true reason. 

I can only imagine what she is doing right now, sleeping soundly in her hotel room next to Anderson. His arms around her, his arm going numb from her lying on it. She would be stealing the blanket or if she had woken up in the middle night and he was asleep, she’d put her cold feet on his back to wake him up. That was her favourite thing to do to me…

I walked around backstage and smiled to myself, it hadn’t really changed. Well it actually had a lot. The regular crew had changed and obviously superstars had come and gone but the atmosphere was the same. 

“Get ready” Matt said slapping my head as he walked past

“For what?” I asked 

“We’ve got a match, Gallows and Anderson what their re match” Matt said “We’re winning but let’s have a good match” 

We walked past catering to get to the locker rooms. I stopped when I heard that familiar laugh. Y/n. She was sitting on Anderson’s lap at a table with Gallows, AJ and a number of other smackdown superstars. I hated that she was sitting on his lap, laughing at his jokes, being in his arms. I felt my blood boil. Matt grabbed my arm and pulled me along with him. 

Matt was right and we did keep our titles. The crowd was behind us, still on the high of last night. The monday after wrestlemania was always my favourite. I also got some pretty hard hits in on Anderson, harder then normal which felt great. I went back into the locker room to watch the rest of the show. I wasn’t really paying attention until the show until the womens match. It was y/n’s return tonight and she got an amazing reaction. I hadn’t seen her wrestle since 2009. And she had changed heaps. She was great back then but she was even better now. She now got the time she deserved and could really show off her moves. I smiled when she used a couples of moves I had taught her but most of her moves changed. 

“She’s killing it” Matt said looking over my shoulder 

“She always did” the bell rang and y/n’s team won “I’ll be back” 

“Jeff” he warned 

“Don’t worry. I won’t do anything stupid” I called 

“Famous last words” Matt mumbled. I quickly made my way to gorilla, hoping to beat not only Karl there but y/n. That way she wouldn’t be able to run away. It took a few minuets, she was engaging with the fans but finally she came back through. 

“Don’t Jeff” she pointed at me “I’ve had a good night and I don’t want it ruined” 

“Just hear me out, please” I pleaded 

“You have 2 minuets before Karl comes, wondering where I am” she rolled her eyes 

“Over bearing boyfriend?” I raised my eyebrows at her 

“Protective” she shurgged 

“You never did like protective guys” I pointed out 

“You’re right I didn’t.. but then I had a boyfriend who deserted me and left me cold hearted. Karl being protective is how he shows he loves me, you know as well as telling me everyday, replying to my calls and texts. Spending all his free time with me” 

“Okay” I nodded “I desereved that” 

“1 minuet” 

“Are you happy?” I asked her 

“Yes Jeff, I told you this yesterday” she sighed 

“100%? You are 100% happy? Because your happiness matters. If he makes you happy, then so be it. It’ll hurt like hell, but if you’re happy, I’m happy” I said. Her face chanaged. Before she was hard, like she had a wall up to me. But it changed. Her face softend and her stance changed. 

“Bub” I closed my eyes and looked to the roof, he had to show up. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Karl. The man that had the woman I love. AJ and Luke stood not to far away. “Is he a problem?” y/n smiled and walked over to him taking his hand. He took his eyes of me and looked at her. The way he looked at her was the way I looked at her, with awe, admiration and love. Only he got the same look back, I didn’t. 

“Everything is okay” she whispered to him, rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand. She turned and looked at me. “I am Jeff, 100%” 

“Okay then” I nodded “Gentleman” I nodded at the boys and headed off to find Matt. 

Inspired by this quote 

Recommended books (Inspiration)

Here are some of the books you guys recommended to me. Thank you very much for everyones recommendations i will definitely give them all a read! 

1. Soul Surfer: A True Story of Faith, Family, and Fighting to Get Back on the Board - Bethany Hamilton  
Recommended by @lightinthebottle

They say Bethany Hamilton has saltwater in her veins. How else could one explain the passion that drives her to surf? How else could one explain that nothing—not even the loss of her arm—could come between her and the waves? That Halloween morning in Kauai, Hawaii, Bethany responded to the shark’s stealth attack with the calm of a girl with God on her side. Pushing pain and panic aside, she began to paddle with one arm, focusing on a single thought: “Get to the beach….” And when the first thing Bethany wanted to know after surgery was “When can I surf again?” it became clear that her spirit and determination were part of a greater story—a tale of courage and faith that this soft-spoken girl would come to share with the world.

Soul Surfer is a moving account of Bethany’s life as a young surfer, her recovery after the attack, the adjustments she’s made to her unique surfing style, her unprecedented bid for a top showing in the World Surfing Championships, and, most fundamentally, her belief in God. It is a story of girl power and spiritual grit that shows the body is no more essential to surfing—perhaps even less so—than the soul.

GoodReads Review, 4.09/5 stars

2. Infinite Self: 33 Steps To Reclaiming Your Inner Power - Stuart Wilde
Recommended by @velumos

In Infinite Self, Stuart Wilde, one of the most profound and original thinkers of our time, shows you how to consolidate your inherent power and transcend all limitations by releasing yourself from the constraints of the ego. The simple yet powerful concepts contained in this revolutionary book will take you from the world of ego, superficiality, and illusion to the higher spirituality of your Infinite Self. One of the 33 Steps to Reclaiming Your Inner Power: STEP 19: The Power Rises from Within - The harder you try, the harder you struggle. It’s wiser to let things come naturally. The power you have is like a magnetic force. You can pull to you whatever you want. In pushing, you tend to move things away from you!

Wilde teaches readers how to consolidate their inherent power and transcend all limitations by releasing themselves from the constraints of their egos. Ego traps the individual, according to Wilde, and it is never happy for long, always wanting more, whether it’s a new job, new relationship, or bigger bank account.

GoodReads Review 4.32/5 stars

3. How to win friends and influence people - Dale Carnegie 
Recommended by @salimcg

You can go after the job you want…and get it! You can take the job you have…and improve it! You can take any situation you’re in…and make it work for you!

Since its release in 1936, How to Win Friends and Influence People has sold more than 15 million copies. Dale Carnegie’s first book is a timeless bestseller, packed with rock-solid advice that has carried thousands of now famous people up the ladder of success in their business and personal lives.

As relevant as ever before, Dale Carnegie’s principles endure, and will help you achieve your maximum potential in the complex and competitive modern age.

Learn the six ways to make people like you, the twelve ways to win people to your way of thinking, and the nine ways to change people without arousing resentment. 

GoodReads review 4.13/5 stars

4. Thirty: A Collection of Personal Quotes, Advice, and Lessons -  Emily Maroutian 
Recommended by @kush-master

Thirty is a collection of more than two hundred and thirty quotes, advice, and lessons composed by writer, philosopher Emily Maroutian. The majority of the work was written within her thirtieth year and is packed with reflective wisdom and observations gathered over decades. With topics ranging from relationships, the nature of reality, beliefs, purpose, life, and much more, every reader is bound to find some value from this collection.
The book is designed to be highlighted, bookmarked, and shared. Feel free to rip out its pages and put them up where they can better serve you. 

GoodReads Review 5/5 Stars 

5. The Little Paris Bookshop - Nina George 
Recommended by @sloth-lost 

“There are books that are suitable for a million people, others for only a hundred. There are even remedies—I mean books—that were written for one person only…A book is both medic and medicine at once. It makes a diagnosis as well as offering therapy. Putting the right novels to the appropriate ailments: that’s how I sell books.”

Monsieur Perdu calls himself a literary apothecary. From his floating bookstore in a barge on the Seine, he prescribes novels for the hardships of life. Using his intuitive feel for the exact book a reader needs, Perdu mends broken hearts and souls. The only person he can’t seem to heal through literature is himself; he’s still haunted by heartbreak after his great love disappeared. She left him with only a letter, which he has never opened.

After Perdu is finally tempted to read the letter, he hauls anchor and departs on a mission to the south of France, hoping to make peace with his loss and discover the end of the story. Joined by a bestselling but blocked author and a lovelorn Italian chef, Perdu travels along the country’s rivers, dispensing his wisdom and his books, showing that the literary world can take the human soul on a journey to heal itself.

Internationally bestselling and filled with warmth and adventure, The Little Paris Bookshop is a love letter to books, meant for anyone who believes in the power of stories to shape people’s lives. 

GoodReads review 3.5/5 stars

Again thank you so much for your recommendations, just in reading these reviews i am already planning on going book hunting for them! 

Please continue to send me through some books as i really enjoy hearing about what books you are all inspired by :) 

Cait xx 

anonymous asked:

Do you think that maybe Lana invented all those stories about her past just to create a more fascinating persona ?

mm. Idk.. There is truth to some of it at least. She did go to boarding school. She did live in a trailer park. She seemingly went from couch to couch in New York because she only lived with Chuck temporarily. She talked about being crazy in Vegas (the first National Anthem video might have been filmed there) She got signed in London.. She talked about a guru/ underground sect and the girl who interviewed Lana in 09 said that Bob Leone (connected with Jim (Jimmy Iovine) 

[An industry guy named Bob] surrounded himself with girl singer-songwriters—I was one, and so were a whole host of girls who never got famous either, but Lizzy [Grant] was one as well along with Stefani Germanotta, though she’d started calling herself Lady Gaga by that point I think,“ Tremblay wrote. “Sometimes on Tumblr, I see kids talking about the early days of Gaga as if it was the bad old days of New York, as if we were crawling through the Lower East Side with needles sticking out our elbows, turning tricks for guitar strings. Please. Everyone wore Uggs.” (read more here)

In "Prom Song” she sings “I’d flip my hair and make you stare and put my make-up on, and make up stories ‘bout my life and ‘bout my very cherry-bomb”

I think that some of it is real and some of it is fantasy.. like Lana has stated.. some is how she wished it would have happened.. like Cola “we made it out to the other side.” I also think some of it is how she interpreted it.. and that might be more dramatic/ a bigger deal/ wilder than it would have seemed to someone else? But she’s definitely said a lot about having alcohol problems and that her TEACHER in boarding school was her best friend and she wrote songs fantasizing (or more) about him (here)

She “stranger searching” where she’d just go out in New York and meet people and go wherever things would take them… I mean Ride made it seem like she was a hooker, and Tropico implied she was a stripper.. I wouldn’t doubt she’s stripped a couple times. She said she has almost no turn turn offs for guys and “stranger searched” so I’m guessing that meant a lot of random men she met along the way.. 

“When I was young, I used to absolutely love these moments when we used to take the car and drive from NY to Florida. Once the Adirondacks mountains crossed, we would stop at gas stations and there, I used to meet strangers that were so attractive and friendly for no reason. Ever since that time, I love to drive, and those strangers I had met are still one of my biggest inspirations for writing my songs.”

“West Side Highway, Lower East Side, parts of Brooklyn” – meeting strangers and seeing where the night took them. “I was inspired by Dylan’s stories of meeting people and making music after you met them. I met a lot of singers, painters, bikers passing through. They were friends, or sometimes more. All people I was really interested in on impact. Yeah, I was lucky, but I also have strong intuition. I was a secret thrill-seeker. I was putting my feelers out all over the city, in different places with different people, trying to see what felt right.“ Del Rey calls her hobby "stranger searching.” I would just walk out of my front door in Brooklyn or Manhattan with an intention to meet somebody who has the same energy. You just put it out there. I would always run into somebody and see them and say, ‘Oh excuse me, your money is hanging out of your pocket.’ We’d ride motorbikes or go somewhere. It’s amazing what happens when you put your interests out into the universe and make it known what you want - you just have to know what it is. For me, I didn’t want anything except to feel new every day. I wanted to try different things. I felt alive. But you have to put limits on. You can’t go too far with it. I’m an independent operator. It’s just fucking different. I never wanted to lead a normal life.”

idk it’s 4am and I’m babbling but.. basically I believe she had a rather colorful past.. whether it’s all true? idk. I have a fairly extensive “compilation” tag where I put together quotes from over the years together by topic to create more of an understanding / biography type section if you’d like to read up (x)

Feature Friday! Toadallytickles!

FF:  We’re joined by the adorable @toadallytickles​ today! Could you tell us a bit about yourself?

T: Aah! Well I’m Toad, online that is, after my favourite animal, not the Super Mario character. I get asked that a lot! I just turned 20 at the start of March, I live in Ontario, and currently in college to be a Fish and Wildlife Technician as I would love to work with animals and the environment in my future career! Even though I am very tune with nature, I also do Photoshopping, graphic design, digital art, and computer program! My computer programming teacher keeps my games and programs too to show them off to his future classes as I used Photoshop to design them! I am also very big on self-love, body positivity, sex positivity, sexuality, mental health, relationships, and life in general! I am very open with these topics myself, so I love discussing them openly with others without judgment, so if you need someone to talk to about anything, you’re welcome to come to me!

FF: Wow! What a kind and caring friend we have here! And so multitalented too!
Tell me, how long have you been a part of the community for?

T: I made my blog in December 2015, a few days after Christmas! So for a year and a couple of months now I’ve been in this community and ya’ll still tolerate me, ha-

FF: Tolerate you?? We love you! Don’t we folks? Of course we do! So tell me, what inspired you to join the community?

T: Oooh stop~ I literally do nothing in this community except complain about not being tickled and flaunt how much I am a ho for them bye-
HA OKAY- So like since the summer of 2015, I’d just scroll through thebest-medicine and fluffytickles’ blogs for the amazing fanfics and art, and that’s how I found out there was a whole community! And I had to join of course! I don’t know why I did it so late though!

FF: On behalf of everyone in the community, let me say…that we’re so blessed to have you!!! We love having such a great friend as you in the community.

So what are some of your dreams and aspirations, Toad?

T: Aaww~! Well thank you very much! I love being apart of this community, and I’m so happy you all accept me for who I am! There are soooo many amazing people in this community, and I can’t believe I get to call some of them my closest friends! So pure, I would have never thought of making forever friends on here!

Ah- this may conflict with what I said earlier, though I think my biggest dream would be to be really attractive, like beautiful to the point I fully believe it and feel it. Like, I love myself right now, I think I’m pretty, but I mean I could look so much better if I worked for it. I’d love to do photoshoots too one day. I would love to be famous too, or just be known by a lot of people. I’ve had that dream since I was a kid. Most of it is to get revenge on everyone who was brutally mean to me in school, in a way of “you didn’t stop me.” It would be all for good, I swear. Like for raising awareness to stop bullying by sharing my story, or how we need to be much kinder to nature, or me being so open about my sexuality and body it inspires others. And of course if I had money, I could spoil my moms!
Those are really big dreams though. Generally, I just aspire to be amazing in my future career, whatever it may be, and be happy.

FF: Well that’s truly inspirational. You’re a beautiful, powerful person inside and out and we’re all truly grateful to know such an awe-inspiring amphibian Amazon.
And what would you say is your favorite part of the community?

T: Oh- ​( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Hm, well there’s a lot to like here. Though my favourite part of the community would have to be all of the people apart of it! We are all here because we all enjoy tickling, though we are just regular people with lives and families and friends and an education and talents and dreams, y'know? It is really comforting knowing that I’m not alone feeling ashamed for it when a lot of other people have the same interest, though from the outside and from knowing them, they’re just people who you’d meet at school, or at work, or on the street. It just makes it easier for me to accept the kink and myself rather than feeling ashamed and constantly stressing over it.
Also just how friendly everyone is. Its been real easy to gain confidence and love myself because a lot of people have been so supportive and kind to me when I post personal stories or share selfies or teasy gifs. Yeah.. a lot of compliments are given out and that’s definitely helped me believe and accept them! I really appreciate it all!

FF: Awww, that’s great to hear! There’s so much to like about the community!
Is there anything else you’d like to say to our readers before we hop on to bonus questions?

I’d just like to say thank you to everyone who follows me and for being so kind to me through the months and being so supportive! I am really happy you guys like my blog and enjoy my company! Seriously, I would not be who I am at this very moment without your lovely compliments, support, and friendship. I suck at making friends in person and online so I am still very surprised a lot of you want to be my friend and are friends with me, though you never gave up on me and I am forever grateful for that because I have grown into a better, confident person. Thank you very very much for being so kind to not only me, but to fellow community members too. Kindness goes a long way, and I hope you are able to experience what I have experienced being in this community

I wish you the best of luck with whatever is upcoming in your lives, such as exams or job searching, or graduation, or prom shopping, or house searching, or college applications. Remember to be your very best self, though take it easy too!

FF: That’s great advice. Thank you so much.
So, an anon asks, what inspires you?

T: What inspires me? With work and self-esteem, it’s more of what drives me. I’m closer to my mum, and her side of the family lives a few minutes from us, so I grew up having to hang out with them and the cousins. Though, they are SUPER dysfunctional like- oh my god, the stories are horrible. Like my family at home is silly-crazy, we’re weird, but these people are just… ugh… I hate them. My family is nothing like them, and we’re keeping it that way. So that drives me to excel in school and go to college and get that career I want. With my self-esteem, I want to be good-looking and confident, so if I ever run into anyone from elementary and high school, revenge is served right there at the first glace.
I guess what inspires me though is my friends. I mean, I can’t believe people actually enjoy my company and friendship. I’m glad I have traits that attract them and I can make them happy. It reminds me on days where I’m down, they are always expecting to hear from me soon, or see me tomorrow in class. And if I shared my issues, they’d be there for me with open arms and be patient with me. Just thinking about how hurt and destroyed they’d be if I dropped out, or just vanished from their lives.. is devastating. They definitely inspire me to keep on living life when things are tough, and to continue being the amazing person I am!
Nature is also inspiring to me. I like all the big and little things it has to offer. It reminds me why I’m here in college and why I love it so much, that one day I’m going to be happy helping and working with it, hopefully making it better!

FF: Truly inspiring yet again!
And one last question.
What quote defines you?

“I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me… now I look around and wonder if I like them.”
— Rikkie Gale

FF: Ooh powerful!! Well, thank you for your time so much, Toad!

And if you want to be friends with this adorable amphibian aficionada, then go visit @toadallytickles!!

Galadriel is Not Your Moral Compass

As inspired by things I see on my dash, I am making a post discussing why I dislike the way in which the conflict between Fëanor and Galadriel (particularly the hair-giving request) is commonly framed as evidence that Fëanor is objectively a bad person simply because Galadriel dislikes him. To be fair, that interpretation is could be seen as supported by the text; on a moral scale, Tolkien certainly favors Galadriel over Fëanor. But I think that sticking to that interpretation - or really, using the concept of morality to frame the situation - is reductive, and flattens both of these characters.

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anonymous asked:

I'm hoping to study English Lit. in 6th form, and was wondering if you could recommend any texts worth reading before I start in September (I know it does depend on the exam board). Also, I'm revising for my GCSE's at the moment and your revision posters/notes are so inspirational :)

Thanks so much! I was hoping someone would ask me a question a bit like this! As you mention, it all depends on what course you are studying, but, there are some texts which I feel give you a basic grounding for any English Literature course, across the three genres of poetry, prose and plays.


  • A selection of Shakespeare’s sonnets, try 18, 116 and 130 to start with.
  • The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S.Eliot. It’s a bit tricky to get your head round, but once you master Eliot, you can master anything. 
  • World War One trench poetry can be very moving. I would recommend the two king pins, Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon, and also one of the only famous soldier poets who wasn’t an Officer, Ivor Gurney.
  • A Good Anthology I have is Penguin’s Poems for Love, Selected by Laura Barber. You can get it really cheap second hand on Amazon (hardback! eee!) and in general it’s a lovely collection spanning from, as it describes; ‘W. H. Auden to Shakespeare, John Donne to Emily Dickinson, Robert Browning to Roger McGough’


  • Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. This is my favourite book of all time. I love it. I find myself using it in every essay, not just because I love it, but because it crosses over with so many themes. You name it, Jane’s Eyre’s got it.
  • Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. Dickens is always pretty useful at a-level as there’s so much info available on him, and he’s a brilliant story teller. This book is a good intro to him if you haven’t read him before.
  • Enduring Love by Ian McEwan is one of the most widely studied contemporary novels on the A-level syllabus, so it might be an idea to read it. The blurb might sound a bit weird, but I promise it’s really good!
  • Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy. I adore this book. Bathsheba Everdeen is a beautifully strong female character, and like Jane Eyre it’s got so many cross-over themes in it.


  • A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams is something a lot of people seem to do. The character of Blanche is an interesting one. Not one of my favourite plays I have to admit, but it’s very useful for exams.
  • King Lear or Othello by Shakespeare. I’ve seen both of these performed and they’ve immediately become a couple of my favourite Shakespeare plays. I haven’t personally done them at A-level, but I know a lot of others do.
  • The Changeling by Middleton and Rowley. Bit of a weird one. It has so many sexual innuendos (’thrusting his fingers / Into her sockets’ -believe it or not, he’s taking about putting his hand into his lady-friend’s glove that she dropped) that you’ll feel like you’ve read Shakespearian fan fiction by the end, but again, stuffed full of great quotes for the exams.
  • The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde. A genuinely touching, funny and often thought provoking play. It can feel a bit like pantomime at times, but that’s what makes it so enduringly sweet. (It will also make you want to be BFFs with Wilde).

Try those and see how you get on. Best of luck with you GCSEs!

Writing Immortal Characters

I see Immortal characters all over the place. I have seen them all over the place for so long. It’s not shocking, really, since death is the one thing that touches us all, and so naturally it is the one thing we dream of avoiding. 

Yet, a lot of these so called ‘Immortal’ characters tend to look, and act, like they are sixteen-years-old. I don’t understand why. Well… That’s a lie, I do. Because some authors want to transpose teenage feelings of angst and being lost onto centuries old beings for the purpose of making some loins ache. 

I’m going to try and break down what we are, as humans; and how they would effect an Immortal character. 

So, What is considered important in our society?

  • Finding love: Think of humans. By the time we are sixty, many of us prefer solitude. There is a famous quote; though I forget who it is by. But it goes something along the lines of ‘—that solitude that is so painful in youth, but so glorious in your later years.’ So this notion of the eternally lonely immortal being is likely not going to be universally felt. 
  • Having children: Continues your genes. Something you would no longer need to do. Yet something that can be done for companionship or usefulness. This is why, vampires, for examples, are not always as ‘loving’ of their ‘children’ as humans are. They can afford to lose them. 
  • Achieving something: Imagine how much you procrastinate. Yeah, me too, it’s embarrassing. And we have a very limited time here. We could die tomorrow. I hope we don’t. But… You get my drift? They could do whatever they want and never worry about time limits. 
  • Being respectful/respected: Why? Will they spend their entire life in jail, if they do something wrong? Nah. Probably twenty years at most. That’s nothing. Maybe they’ll sleep it off. And so what if you get a bad reputation? Everyone who thinks this will be dead soon. 

Now, what are the consequences of these things being unimportant? 

  • A lack of a need to find love creates a more confidant, and daring spirit. They will not need anyone’s approval; and in the same notion, do not need to impress anyone. The longer this behavior happens the more likely to become almost sociopaths in nature the person has. They see that, once you don’t need anything from people, they are very easy to read, use and/or avoid. 
  • As for not having children? Studies show that this leads to an increase in apathy for others; or your own race. It also leads to freedom. No responsibilities, bar the ones you have to yourself. 
  • Not having a time limit can be a very helpful thing. It can take away the stress and allow us to creature beautiful or daring things. However; because your character doesn’t HAVE to achieve anything for, say, a few centuries, they can feel unfulfilled and stifled, which leads to resentment of themselves or those that are doing amazing things.
  • The last point harps back to number one. They have no need of respect or a good reputation bar with others of their kind. This isn’t to say that they don’t want it, they just don’t need it. 


Remember that most of these things are not… sad things. The lack of love is not to be brooded over. It’s more of a fact. I look at the number of older people who have ever said the phrase ‘I don’t deserve to be loved,’ for example; and realize how small it is. No one I know has ever said that. I’m sure some elderly people do, and that’s horribly sad, for everyone deserves to be loved. But the fact is, It’s very unlikely an Ancient, Immortal being would feel that way just so your protagonist could show them how special they are. 

Many older people, however, seek companionship. They seek to teach, to give back, or to learn new things themselves. They seek people to accompany them on holidays, for example. They rarely, if ever, seek out love. If it finds them, that’s another story. See: The Doctor


Do you have a little brother or sister? Would it make you super angry if they managed to do something you couldn’t? Probably. That’s not innately bad. It’s just that we do not like to be outdone by those with less experience, by those who, by rites, shouldn’t do as well. This is why many Immortals have an arrogance - the same arrogance, you could say, we have towards Apes. They live far less time than us; they are only now learning to use tools…

Immortal characters will not see your Human MC as the same. 

They, might, however, be awed by them. What someone with such limitations can do might inspire them. 


  • Was your Immortal ever human?
    Obviously, the above really only applies to human psychology, and ever then it is not a blanket case. If your Immortal is of another race it will depend on that race’s psychology and/or how long they have spent around humans. 
  • What eras has your Immortal lived through? 
    And what morals did those eras leave upon them? Starting with their own life. If, say, we have a Proper Victorian Young Woman having been murdered; and now living as a Ghost. How long would it take those morals to die, if ever? Some people might be truly thankful for society’s change, others might hate it. 
  • How easy is it to kill them?
    Generally, we’re a pretty easy race to nail down. We want what we can’t have. Those beings that can’t ever die, or for whom it would be truly difficult, tend to crave death. Living, learning, taking in constant information, feeling repetitive feelings… It makes you TIRED
  • How do they view their pre-Immortal years?
    If you are looking for a more romantic-type Immortal; those that look back fondly or sadly on these times might be the way to go. Though; they likely had and lost their love way back when. First loves become a huge thing the more you’ve been alone. However, there are also those that will view this time with disdain. The MOST OBVIOUS answer that not many author’s go for is that the Immortal just simply can’t remember. 
Why Gregory House is an INTJ

I’ll start by saying that House, as all fictional charaters, is harder to type than real people. Many type him as ENTP because of laziness and “p-vibe” he seems to have.

Let’s start to say that hating procedures and his always showing up late are not innate in him. In one episode of the 5th season he clearly says that he does that because of his bad relationship with is father – who, on the other hand, is always rigid and punctual – and because he didn’t want to become like him. I therefore think that, as it is something developed consciously, it should’t be taken into account.

Secondly, many INTJs are lazy when bored, and they are almost always bored. It’s not that House doesn’t want to work – when there are interesting cases he is really engaged and focused – he just is bored easily by routine work that doesn’t stimulate him enough.

Let’s then analyze the functions, which I believe fit best in those of an INTJ.


House certainly uses Intuition to solve cases. But does he use Ne or Ni?

Ne is the ultimate link maker, doing excellent job connecting ideas. However, Ne doesn’t think in metaphors, like House does.

His metaphors are so famous that if you claim he doesn’t use them, you were clearly not paying attention when watching the series.

Saying there appears to be some clotting is like saying there’s a traffic jam ahead. Is it a ten-car pile up, or just a really slow bus in the center lane? And if it is a bus, is that bus thrombotic or embolic? I think I pushed the metaphor too far.

(“Euphoria, Part 1”)

Ni is the one which makes metaphores your second language. This is the only true explenation of why House is not a Ne user.

Also, his “intuitions” are sudden and triggered by his Te or Se. But we’ll get to that.


House is quick witted and has an ready response for almost everything. He prefers logic over every everything else. Te + Ni make him always look for a bigger picture that includes all the symptoms, and he doesn’t believe in coincidences. The cause has to be logical, and to him he doen’t matter that it a usually unlikely cause. (Sherlock Holmes quote he quoted himself: “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”)

He generates ideas when talking, not when thinking on its own (although he likes to think on his own - see down to the Se point). That is why he likes to debate the differentials with his team, or talk about his cases with Wilson or everyone really (in some episodes he does the differentials with random people) – because Te helps him trigger the intuitions.


Everyone knows that House has troubles expressing his feelings, but that would also fit a tertiary Fe user, not only a Fi user. He is a Fi user because of his total lack of empathy.

I’ve talked to an ENTP and he told me that even if he has difficulties to express is feelings he feels empathetic if in front of his eyes is a person experiencing strong emotions. House doesn’t.

When he sees other people showing emotions he hides more and more inside his shell, becoming also unusually quiet. (Unless he says something really harsh using is Te).


House is such an inferior Se user. Let’s think of his addictions: Vicodin, prostitutes, sweet food (oh yes, he is always eating something sweet – haven’t you noticed?). All signs of inferior Se. He is also a pianist, and appreciates the aestetics of things – like when he bought a motorcicle because it looked awesome. He also dislike change, like many fellows INTJs.

House: “It’s one of the great tragedies of life… something always – something always changes.”

He complained for weeks when Cuddy replaced his office carpet.

He has a thing for risky experiences – for example the many times he consciously risked his life and that of the patients, or just the fact that he rides a motorcicle. He also enjoys sports, as we saw when he could temporarily use his leg again.

Moreover, he use Se to help him with his thought process - when he thinks by himself, he usually plays with a ball or his cane, which means that using his Se helps him think and consequently help his intuition.

He is also very visual when doing differentials: just thinking about or hearing the symptoms is not enough, he has to write them down on his whiteboard.

Lastly, his character was inspired by Sherlock Holmes (the author of the series himself admitted that), who is an INTJ too. They have the same deduction pattern: they see clues, elaborate theories, and act on them. So, people who think he is an ENTP, I’m sorry.

The Language Of Tarot: How to Determine A Theme For Your Deck

What does it mean for tarot to have a language?

The “language” of tarot in this exercise refers to the way that the tarot communicates with the reader to highlight its message. If you own a deck, you may have noticed that amongst the traditional meanings there is often a deck-centric motif that ties the entire deck together.

The most basic traditional symbols come from the Rider Waite’s traditional meanings of each card (we’ll cover this regarding the major arcana during the actual challenge). Additionally, the four elements of the minor arcana are often incorporated into the major arcana (Cups, Pentacles, Wands, Swords - for the prime example, check out The Magician in many decks). The original RWS imagery is pastoral and reflects common human scenarios while still having enough mysticism to convey an otherworldly feel. It connects with the reader while still feeling as if it brims with great power. 

That said, many modern decks have worked with additional language to further enhance the reading. whether this is a very defined mapped concept to each card, (a tarot deck using famous goddesses to represent each card, a dragon tarot, a fandom tarot), and/or a stylistic theme (a deck stylized around victorian gothic illustration, the housewives tarot, a strongly geometric and abstract tarot) This adds an extra layer of interpretation to the basic Rider-Waite style meanings and an extra oomph of personality. 

Even Rider Waite clones thrive due to a theme - this is what makes them coherent. The Tarot Illuminati relies heavily on the RWS visual cues, but interprets them as larger than life, epic figures with extra texture and color - different cultural motifs are also used to represent each minor arcana suit (warm, flowing Arabic influence for the wands, severe, cold Elizabethan for the Swords) to further cue the readings even into the Majors. I’ve described reading with the Tarot Illuminati before as reading with a bunch of fantasy metal album covers - it achieves an epic, grandiose, over the top and severe feel even on top of the original pastoral imagery. 

This is what makes a good tarot deck so powerful - that sense of coherency and those symbolic handholds for grasping information. The original decks draw on pastoral scenes, human interaction, almost religious-esque imagery and common emotions to depict each card - these are things that can tap into intuition and the human psyche. Further variations on the cards in more modern decks play with these existing themes and symbols to add nuance and personality to the readings.

This sounds stressful!

This isn’t stressful or hard to achieve - in fact, beginning with a concept is going to give you the cornerstone of your new deck. If you start with a theme or concept to use in conjunction to the traditional RWS deck, you will find the pieces fall into place a lot easier. This is a lot like giving yourself a prompt - giving yourself a limited frame of reference can stop you from getting lost or overwhelmed. 

Now, you don’t have to use this method to create a deck by any means! If you have a vision in mind, if you prefer to work intuitively with the pre-determined theme really just being whatever your style is, or if you are just concerned that you’re going to get too locked into a framework, you can just go by feel or think about what you’d like to have. But if you’re stuck, here’s a place to start. 

What should my concept be?

Let me ask you another question - what do you care about? 

Your deck is going to be successful if you make it about something you can relate to and have passion towards. Put aside having any sort of commercial appeal or a need for deep mysticism or meaning for now. What do you care about? What do you connect with in your spiritual practice? What do you just connect with in life? What do you like?

The answer to these questions will be something that you as a creator and a reader will be able to connect with and find extra power in when you make and read from your deck. Even if you don’t think your theme is particularly “profound”, it will be relatable to you, and your readings will be that much more personalized for it. 

What should my deck be like?

Try answering these questions if you want a different kind of start: 

  • Do you like clean pictures or complex images?
  • Do you like big spreads or do you want to get a lot from one card? 
  • Do you want to mirror the rider waite, or do you want to reinvent many of your own interpretations?
  • Do you have a particular passion, interest or hobby that would go well with a tarot deck?

Once you answer these questions, you’ll have an idea of what kind of deck you’d like to have, and you can consider a practical theme accordingly.

How do I apply my theme and establish my language?

We will do this more in the challenge itself, but if you want to plan ahead, start by listing out all of the major arcana. Look through your own favorite decks online or in person to see what has been done with each card. Write down the impressions you get from each card. What aspect of your theme can you relate to what you’ve written down? What symbols in the card and concepts map to part of your own interests? 

Take notes for yourself. What feels like it could be wands - or what wands mean - to you? 

I am drowning in my theme. I feel stuck and uninspired!

Then drop it, my friend. Sometimes the best way to create is to get out of your own way. Was it working great right up until The Hanged Man? Do you feel like your Hermit is being forced? Do not feel married to your theme - if you get another idea, roll with it. Accept some cards might work better than others and you can always, always redo something later! 

Remember - this is a framework, and you can always, always break out of the frame. 

Can I get some general theme inspiration?

Sure the heck you can, sonny. 

  • Are you thinking of using your deck as part of a religious/spiritual practice? Honor your religious beliefs by theming your deck around your religion. Make each card a reference to a story or figure from a religious text, make a deck of deities from your pantheon, design a deck with a different spiritual quote for each card. 
  • Even if you aren’t religious, taking inspiration from fairytales, folktale and mythology characters and archetypes can be an awesome way to theme each Major Arcana card.
  • Even your favorite storytelling devices have archetypes and tropes that could spark cards in a majors deck (think of the common tropes of things like western comics, film noir, anime, horror flicks, musicals - what cards do those make you think of?)
  • And while we’re on it, go ahead and give in to the Pop Culture call and make a fandom deck - these are incredibly fun to make and share. Assign a concept or character from your favorite thing to each card, and drop in plenty of goofy, nerdy references. 
  • A simple idea: Try to make a deck where you use a different color per card. No repeats. This is great if you like color magic. 
  • One of my favorite things about the Shadowscapes tarot is that in the Major Arcana, there is a reoccurring red ribbon that is shown in different interactions with each card (the hermit hangs his lantern off of it, the fool lets it flutter in the wind, the devil ties his victims to himself with it). What would happen if you made a major arcana with just a series of reoccurring characters or a reoccurring item being treated in different ways? 
  • What’s your favorite place in the world? Set your deck there. 
  • If you are a type snob, this idea is either your dream or your nightmare - make a digital deck with different fonts for each card. 
  • Select imagery entirely from the same aesthetic. Moody and broody, bright and kawaii, southern gothic, high fantasy, modern solarpunk - think of a setting and work with the visual tropes from it. 

What’s your biggest takeaway advice for this post?

Be aware of language, but don’t try to master your language. Your tarot language has not yet been invented, and hence you don’t need to speak it for the deck before it even exists. Don’t worry and follow your instincts as you are planning and creating. 

If you’ve ever sat through a lit or art class and had to look at ~the masterworks~, you’ve had to deal with a teacher telling you about all the rich symbolism in a piece of writing or a painting that was fully intentional. You’ve probably had That Kid in your class go “but how do we know it was done on purpose?” You might feel incredibly overwhelmed as an artist by these masterworks, especially at the insistence of the teacher that the great master knew what they were doing. This might be what this feels like. 

It is a daunting thing to look at decks with great concepts and go, how did they think of that so far ahead of time?

I’ll give you a spoiler - they didn’t. The symbolism was both intentional and unintentional, in all of the above: the writings, the paintings and those tarot decks. In those fabled masterworks, the artist most likely started going by instinct or had one idea and throughout the process, more clever ideas clicked for them. They reread their work and saw an awesome chance for a larger metaphor that they then carved out in the rewrite. They smeared paint somewhere, created a happy accident, and developed a groundbreaking new technique. It is the human condition to unearth something larger of what already exists (just go ask all of religious mythos), and you can exploit that to create a rich, brilliant deck, rather than grow too focused on creating too much symbolism and theming off the bat. 

In your deck, you will find lots of amazing details and patterns you didn’t even intend, and you can enhance those and play with them in later cards or reworks of earlier cards. So go ahead, relax, keep a concept in mind just enough to start, be willing to go where your mind takes you, and make sure you have fun! 

Back To The Masterpost

anonymous asked:

I think a lot of people who watch both sherlock and elementary picks the one which sticks true to the original story (well at least me) which is Sherlock **especially with the Joan and John Watson thing** But just a theory.

I just want to say I’m sorry. You probably didn’t expect such a long response. But I have strong feelings about this and I can’t help myself.

(Also to avoid confusion the character Sherlock Holmes is referred to as SH, and the show is Sherlock)

First ‘sticking to the story’ is an arbitrary measure. By what are we judging this by? And why does it matter? They’re both modern adaptations, a lot of liberties were taken just to get there. Sherlock isn’t even that close to the original stories. There are some inspired stories yes, but Elementary does the same. Kitty’s plot line was pretty taken from the books (The Adventure of the Illustrious Client). Elementary and Sherlock both have references to the stories. However Elementary’s are generally an easter egg (but not always). Whereas Sherlock’s is to make the audience think they’re smart (Speckled Blonde anyone?). In fact the writers of the show themselves have said the Sherlock is taken less from the books, but from other adaptations (especially Mycroft’s character). The Elementary writers have said they taken from the books. There is a semi-famous JLM quote about how he feels SH has been misunderstood over the past few generations and how SH in the books ‘really likes people…. Not that he can necessarily communicate that very well’. Also the style and feeling of Elementary is far more in-keeping with the tone of the original stories, or at least how it would have been seen at the time.

Tying into the Joan point. Leaving out the fact that literally everyone I have seen review Elementary and compare it to Sherlock, thinks that she is a superior Watson. I think it is a great example of Elementary being a better modern adaptation of the story. The stories were written in a far more sexist, racist and transphobic time. If that’s what you want to measure how close and adaption it is, yes Sherlock is a better adaption. But is that really something you want boast about? Elementary on the other hand updated it (it’s called an adaption for a reason). It created more spaces for women, turning some of literatures most famous characters into women. That’s amazing! Not just that but it turned famous characters into WOC and transwomen. It’s more diverse than the original stories are. We want to see the world from more than just a white cis man’s perspective. Joan is the same character at heart (if not better than they’re are in the books). As well as being 1000% more compelling than Sherlock’s ever could be. John is a cheerleader to SH’s greatness. Joan is character in a her own right.

Now leaving out the adaption as factor (because imo it doesn’t matter? but you said it did to you so) Elementary is a fundamentally better show, at every single level. Sherlock has countless plot holes. It undermines it’s own storytelling. Everyone is there to illustrate how amazing Sherlock is. It started off great, not perfect, but with potential. However Stephen Moffat cares more about seaming smart than anything else. Elementary let’s it’s characters be flawed, it let’s them change and develop. SH isn’t an impenetrable force. He makes mistakes, he is human. He may be a genius with terrible social skills, but he still cares.  [the rest of the paragraph contains spoilers for the finale of Elementary]. After the season 3 finale it has shown that it doesn’t  just understand SH better than Sherlock does, but it understands people and addiction better than it does too. Sherlock treats SH as someone so above us common mortals, that addiction is an easily overcome. It has no consequences on his life. A week in a drug den in Sherlock was nothing to SH. A few hours in a drug den in Elementary was enough to send him over the edge. It was a far more realistic portray of addiction.

Yes, Sherlock takes you on 90 minute adventures, with great cinematography, witty one liners and plot-twists. It makes you feel clever. However the novelty lasts as long as the episode (and sometimes not even that), any level of critical thinking of the show, it losses any tension. SH is too great, too amazing, too un-human. In Elementary however, SH and the rest of the characters are totally human. They have relatable struggles, yet still have amazing traits we look up too. Yes, it’s not always amazing, it has it’s fair share of episodes that don’t make sense. However woven within that is phenomenal character development, hints at future big bads, clues to character’s pasts, as well as just really good one off episodes.

I care about Sherlock, for a few hours, every few years. I’ve cared about Elementary since the pilot.  

(Also my Dad is a hardcore Sherlock Holmes snob and even he prefers Elementary. If he does, any snob should)

playbill notes:  brooklyn – the musical

I Took One For The Team was actually the first song to be written.

When Lin Manuel Miranda starts writing his introduction for the playbill, he ends up talking about Betsy Greenberg, former WWII USO showgirl, the coolest old lady in their neighborhood and Hollywood actress, though, alas, Betsy never made it past minor supporting roles and hilarious B-grade horror movies.  Also, Bets might have been involved in certain hush-hush shenanigans that involved Peggy Carter and what would eventually become S.H.I.E.L.D.

Honestly, the fact that she was Steve Rogers’ first kiss was the least interesting thing about her, but hell, the way she told the story never failed to make Lin laugh.

“He was a darling, make no mistake about it, but I figured out pretty quickly he was completely gone on Barnes.”

“Well, it was illegal back then, wasn’t it?”

“There were some things people were stupid about then…. and still are now, to be honest.  But I always thought it weren’t anyone else’s business who you choose to fall in love with and so I sat little Stevie Rogers down and gave him some solid dick – you stop that laughing, young man, it meant something completely different back then!”

Nope, it wasn’t working.  Lin was still dying of laughter.

“You could say that I took one for the team.  Barnes better be damn grateful.”

This wasn’t the first time an attempt was made to bring Captain America to Broadway.  There was one that was all too obviously based on the comics version of Cap instead of the real life Steve Rogers and it only ran for one painful week.   

But to be honest, Lin kind of fell in love with little Stevie Rogers, in much the same way as he fell for Betsy and her sister USO showgirls and he could hear it already, the hints of ragtime and blues and jazz and swing, dance halls and the Lindy Hop and the more familiar sounds of the twenty first century – hip hop and rap and rock and roll and metal and before he knew it, he was done with the first song and on to the second. 

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