in which dawn is actually me

if you could rb this esp if you’re non-muslim, it would be very appreciated. 

i’m always happy to see people supporting muslims. however, as the month of ramadan approaches, i’ve noticed a lot of the “nsfr (not safe for ramadan)” posts popping up. these are mainly made by white people, although some by muslims.

the whole point of ramadan is to be surrounded by food, water, swearing,(NSFW things are excluded from this post, those should be tagged) etc, and resisting the temptation to participate in anything. ramadan is about recognizing what we take for granted everyday and learning to appreciate it. we mindlessly feed our bodies food we don’t necessarily need everyday. to be able to let yourself be thirsty and hungry gives an insight to those who live like that daily, with no end to it. they do not get to just wait until the sun goes down to be able to eat a big meal surrounded by family. they continue to be hungry, regardless of what time of day it is. it reminds us of the struggles that poor and/or homeless people face. 

the point of fasting is to submit to Allah for as long as humanly possible, which is from dawn to dusk. fasting is indeed incredibly hard, that is true. seeing water when i fast is very difficult for me. however, people in countries who mass celebrate ramadan, go to work in the 100+ degree F weather, the kids at school don’t stop fasting just because they’re in school, etc. it’s slightly offensive that these posts are made “uwu!! be safe!! it’s hot out!!! don’t let yourself pass out!!!im tagging everything i can!!! uwu!!!” because most of those posts are made by people asking for notes rather than those who actually care about muslims. 

i’m going to wrap this up because it’s long, but please, don’t treat muslims like babies. we are mostly capable of seeing such things you guys tag during ramadan and not being affected. if you DO reblog posts about NSFR things, please do so FROM AN ACTUAL MUSLIM. 

thank you.

anonymous asked:

Just joining the fandom, been listening to them from the beginning of the year. It's so hard to find their content >.< Could ya help me and post/tag a thread on their profiles? I mean the kinda profile fans have inside jokes with and everything, not their blood types (which is basically all I've been reading because IT'S SO HARD TO FIND THEIR CONTENT).

AHH welcome to the fandom bud!! Hmmm I think I know what you mean? I don’t think I remember seeing many of these so I’ll try and make a little one for you but I’m not sure how good it’ll be,, I don’t know how caught up I am with the fandom really and whatever inside jokes they have sdklnfsdlkfn BUT

Jae (Park Jaehyung):

- born 1992.09.15 !! (oldest member)

- lived first few years of his life in Argentina then in the United States then moved to Korea what a cool guy

- participated in the first season of Kpop Star along with Park Jimin, Lee Hi, Baek Ahyeon, Lee Michelle, Lee Seunghoon (Winner ;;), Yoon Hyunsang etc. and placed 6th!! leading him to join JYP Entertainment 

- had a youtube channel called yellowpostitman when he was a small baby and sang covers on there :’‘)

- hosts asc (after school club) with his pals Jimin and Kevin

- does vocals and guitar in Day6!!

- is called Chicken Little (cause he looks like him like really does it’s wow), Sweg Chicken (he doesn’t even know what this means why’s he called that)

- uses a lot of hashtags like.. calm down my guy

- wanted to have long hair the way JB from Got7 did at one time it was the cutest

- is the designated English speaker in the group and you can watch one of my favourite clips of him speaking English here!! (you feel me? you feel me Brian?) incredible

- can play badminton !!!! and was on Cool Kiz on the Block (?) for that

Sungjin (Park Sungjin):

- born 1993.01.16 (leader!!)

- does vocals and guitar and can also do percussion (I’m not sure the term for the instrument apologies) as you can see in a couple of their radio covers and in this predebut performance as 5live

- needs to let Wonpil live

- says that he’s the most emotional at dawn xdknvfkldnfs

- a legendary dancer

- people used to joke that it was his fault Day6 didn’t go on variety shows because he once went on Hidden Singer with Park Jinyoung (JYP) and was pretty nervous and couldn’t speak very well

- he’s like a dad but is actually a mystery to me???? because somehow he’s simultaneously a lame joke bad pun kind of dad and such a savage so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- has a gorgeous, super distinct voice it’s really amazing one of my favourite voices

- is called Bob because Jae thinks he looks like Bob the Builder which.. I have no words for..

- also has suCH a beautiful laugh,, they all have beautiful laughs though !!

Young K (Brian Kang or Kang Younghyun):

- born 1993.12.19

- stage name is Young K and he always tries to get people to call him that but everyone still calls him Brian

- lived in Canada !!!! my Canadian bro

- when he lived in Canada performed songs on a youtube channel with his pal Terry He !!! (Terry and pals made a cover of Congratulations when Brian debuted you can watch it here ;;)

- when in Canada was also in a band with Terry called KMESS + one called 3rd Degree

- does vocals, rap and bass

- originally played guitar before debuting with Day6 and didn’t get along with Jae (this isn’t the right wording but) when they first trained together because he took his guitar spot and he had to learn bass but they’re great buds now

- told YG to get an attitude (some peeps say that’s not what he actually said but I’m going to believe it forever) you can see here !! truly iconic, legends only

- is studying in University !!!! while still balancing being a part of Day6 what a guy :’‘) he works very hard

- Did a song with Baek Ahyeon called Shouldn’t Have and here you can watch the cutest performance of it in the whole world look at his dancing and them smiliNG at each other if you ever need to be cheered up watch this 

- also watch this with him and Jae !! the best thing? in the whole world? another iconic moment

Wonpil (Kim Wonpil):

- born 1994.04.28

- is the most emotional member according to Sungjin

- does vocals, keyboard and synthesizer !!

this is what he looked like predebut sdfsklnfsk

(a shark angel?)

- they always give him trash for his pink sweater (especially Jae)

(idk what they’re talking about he looks like an angel)

- the sweetest cutest person in the whole world his nickname is Pirimili is that doesn’t prove it to you I don’t know what to say

- likes to snuggle and sometimes goes to Brian’s room dlknfskldnfl really an angel

- he’s also really funny and is almost as legendary of a dancer as Sungjin as you can see here

- also has a super distinct voice !!

- when Day6 need aegyo he’s the one they turn to

Dowoon (Yoon Dowoon):

- born 1995.08.25

- plays the drums !! (also sometimes sings a little tiny bit I hope we can hear more in the future his voice is lovely)

- is very shy especially when they first debuted

- when they first debuted he always had to practice speaking neutrally because he naturally speaks in dialect

- Brian loves him so much he loves making him sit on his lap they’re so cute sldknfskl

- everyone loves him so much really

- I don’t know I don’t have that much info on him really but he’s the most precious in the whole world

Some general things about Day6:

- were originally a 5 member band called 5live and became Day6 when Dowoon joined

- had a past member named Junhyeok who did vocals and the keyboard who left on February 27th, 2016 (I cried)

- good pals with Got7

- do a LOT of covers both in English and Korean on the radio !!

- are very frequent radio guests especially on Kiss the Radio

- are really a true band they’re incredibly talented and hard working and deserve all of the love in the world

SO that’s all I have for now? Everyone please feel free to correct anything I might have gotten wrong and add things that I missed !!

Additionally:

Here is a list of many of their radio covers made by @softwoc !!

And some good Day6 blogs off of the top of my head are @fyeahdaysix (+ all of the fyeah blogs) @theday6 @brianskangs @bryankang @youngk @jaechicken @wonpilimiri @its-youngk their content should be able to help you get into Day6 !!

I’ll try to add on anything I missed and I hope that you continue to enjoy and support Day6′s music :’‘)

On My Love update: I’ve been busy with school lately and haven’t been able to write much, but I think that I’ll divide the chapter after all. The update will come out sooner that way too!

But since you all have been waiting so long, here’s a preview of Chapter 6! :D

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Eat Jin: A Private Viewing (M) // Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by fawnave

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Summary: Tonight, it’s Seokjin’s turn to cook for you. But, while you think dessert is just as simple as some cupcakes with frosting; Seokjin plans to give you an episode or two of Eat Jin like you’ve never seen one before.

Warning: This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a sexual nature. Contains food play. You’ve been warned.

A/N: This scenario was written for the lovely @coppertopging as part of my 10k giveaway prizes ^^ I’m so sorry this took longer than expected my love, but I hope that you’ll enjoy this ;) Thank you for being the amazing person that you are and I love you a lot!

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Contrasting Colours

Originally posted by imaginesofmostthings

Requested by anonymous:

“hi!! can you write an imagine about hermione? where the reader is a slytherin and she’s in love w hermione but hermione refuses to reciprocate her feelings because she’s a slytherin, but something happens to the reader which causes hermione to admit her love? thank u i love ur writing so much.”

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, reader gets injured, slytherin!reader, cocky!reader

Notes: this is a girl x girl fic, set in the 5th year but before Umbridge takes over and ruins everything :)) 


“Hey Malfoy what- hey would you quite eye fucking yourself in the mirror and listen to me?”

Draco let out a frustrated sigh as he reluctantly tore his eyes away from his reflection and turned to his friend as they walked side by side down the crowded hallways of Hogwarts. “What *yln*?” Draco drawled.

“What day is it today?”

“It’s Tuesday and if you didn’t spend every night working your way into every non-straight girls pants in our year you’d know that.” However, as Draco continued to rant to her about how she was a total wreck *yn* had tuned out almost instantly. 

“Brilliant.” *yn* muttered under her breath when she realised what Tuesday meant. 

“Brilliant? It’s most definitely not bloody brilliant, we still have four full days of torture before the weekend.” 

“It may not be brilliant for you, you git. But it is for me.” *yn* grinned as they turned a corner to make their way down a long spiralling staircase.

“And why is it brilliant for you exactly?” Draco huffed. 

“We have double potions.” *yn* smirked smugly. There were a few moments between the two and *yn* could practically hear the cogs in Draco’s head whirring as he tried to figure out why having double potions with the Gryffindors would be a good thing. Then it clicked.

“You’re not still fantasising about bloody Granger are you?” He groaned. 

“You say ‘fantasising’ like I don’t have a shot with her.” *yn* shot back hotly. 

“All I’m saying is that you’ve been her potions partner all year and the closest you’ve got to snogging her is that time you ‘accidentally’ glued your hand to her arse. Plus she’s totally wrapped around Potter’s finger, there’s no way she’d go for you.” Draco replied as the two neared the dungeon that Snape held his lessons.

“All part of my master plan Malfoy. Granger isn’t like the others, it was always going to take time to slither my way in. Pun intended.” *yn* replied.

“Good luck with that *yln*, that’s all I’m gonna say.” 

“Oh and Malfoy, I finished making my way through the non-straight girls months ago. Turns out when you’re well, me, even the heteros aren’t out of my reach.” *yn* spoke as he opened the dungeon door. “See you after class.” She continued before he could answer, shooting him a grin before stepping past him and into Snape’s classroom. 

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Dissolve

A/N: I haven’t done a one shot in awhile, so I hope you all enjoy this weekend treat.

We’ve all seen the photo set of Sebastian’s latest workout routine.

This story is about what happens after one of those intense workouts.


It was a little after 5am when I became aware of his movements throughout the bedroom. This has become his routine, which is now my routine. These early morning and break of dawn excursions with his trainer will be his life for the next three months as he continues to build muscle mass for the upcoming marvel film.

He kisses me on the forehead and said something to the effect of us going out for dinner tonight or staying in and he’ll cook dinner, I can’t tell you what he actually said because my body and mind was physically spent after his late night and early morning sexcapades that kept me in a lucid lull for most of the night, while he slept soundly.

During the week I would usually join him at least once or twice at the gym, but it was the freaking weekend and I deserved to sleep in, which was why I didn’t emerge from beneath the covers until about 6:30am. I began my morning routine, which included a twenty minute meditation session, an hour of yoga and a large cup of Earl Grey.

It was a little after 8:15a when my phone vibrated, I didn’t see the message until about 8:30a, as I was wrapping up my morning yoga on the balcony of our apartment. With a large cup of tea in front of me I sat at the kitchen island and looked at my phone that had two new messages from Sebs. I opened the text and an insatiable ache travelled from my apex straight to my inner thighs.

8:16a
Just finished my workout, it was a hard one
(pun intended) 🍆😚

8:35a
How hard?

8:37a
Oh, babe. It was a solid, take no prisoners, can’t catch your breath, sweat pouring from every pore type of workout. Every muscle is throbbing.

8:37a
I hateeee you. 😐

8:40a
Lol, c u when I get home.

8:41a
When?????

He doesn’t respond, the bastard left me on read.


I could call him, but I know what game he’s playing and I refused to be ensnared, so instead I finished my tea and went into the living room and started a Spotify playlist that blared loudly throughout the speaker system. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, I pulled my shirt over my head and gazed into the mirror.

All of these extra workouts have given him more energy than he knows what to do with, so he expels that energy on my body that is covered in bite marks, black and blue bruises on my inner thighs, rug burns on my knees, a swollen bottom lip from his volcanic kisses, chaffed wrists where his ties have held me securely to the bed post or a furniture and other unexplainable scratches.

I smirked when I thought about the state his back and chest was currently in, both had everything from teeth marks, welts and scratches running from the nape of his neck, across his shoulders down his back and on his backside. These past weeks have been fucking unbelievable, pun intended. We are both surprised that I haven’t gotten pregnant yet because we have been fucking reckless because we are fucking reckless.


Twenty minutes later I emerged from the shower to see him standing there naked with a massive hard on. His eyes are dark and menacing as we both gaze at each other not sure who would move first as the water dripped down my body and pooled around my feet.  A sultry smile spreads crosses his lips as my body began to tremble in anticipation of what is about to come.

He crosses the room in two long strides and didn’t waste another second as he rubs his thumb across my lips. He steps closer to me as his fingers trailed from my lips to my neck. He leans into my ear and the heat from his breath on my neck sunk deep into my pores as he kisses me lightly.

I shuddered.

“Sebastian,” I breathe as he continued to kiss every inch of my neck until I began panting for more.

The hunger I felt earlier when he sent the photo was now ravenous as his tongue darted to my nipples, devouring them with a vengeance; a guttural sound escapes my throat as he peeks up at me, his blue eyes salacious, his need burning and mirroring my own. He steps into me and I stepped back as we did a slow dance that led us back into the shower. He turned the knobs and the water came out full forced, pounding against his back, he spun me around and pinned me to the adjacent wall.

He gets down on his knees.

His head between my thighs was delicious; seeing his hair bobbing between my legs was more than enough to drive me to a well needed orgasm.

“Sebastian.” I cooed as I grabbed his hair as the sensation rippled through my legs, skin, and the core of my existences. I briefly floated into nothingness as I felt the heat of his mouth on my own, his semi-hard cock, now pressed firmly against my stomach. He lifted my leg and hooked it over his arm that supported most of my weight. He squeezed my ass and rubbed his throbbing cock at my opening, my eyes clamped shut as I waited for that moment when his pillar would break through my brimming well.

“Look at me,” he said softly.

My eyes slowly met his and his thrust unbounded the screams in my throat. “Sebastian! Oh, God!” I grabbed a hold of  a patch of thick muscles by his arm as he found his rhythm. The bottom of my belly unhinged itself falling away into the unknown as the orgasm prickled throughout my skin.

“No, not yet.” He hissed, pulling out his member, showing me how it glistened with my essences.

“Put it back in.” I begged.

But he ignored my pleas and stood me on my weakened legs that gave out as soon as he released me. He caught me and we both collapsed on the floor. I shook uncontrollably as my body teeters on the cliff waiting impatiently to be tossed over into bliss. My skin was inflamed and raw to the touch, the slightest sensation would turn my body to ash only to flake away into the oblique void of space.

My eyes welled with tears, “please, Sebastian.” I nearly cried.

He interlocked his fingers with my own over my head as his tongue swirled around my nipples, he blew softly on them and the blood rushed to my ears deafening me, he guides himself within my dripping walls and I squeezed his hands as he filled me to the hilt.

“Yes, that’s it.” He whispered in my ear.

My voices falters, “No, no, stop, please.” I pleaded arching my back as I felt the tension in my body as I ascended to an unknown height only to be dragged out to the darkened sea with each rhythmic thrust. He continues this torturous motions, each ascension bringing me closer to the brink only to have him slow down and then start up again, each thrust pulled me down further into the darken euphoric abyss.

He kisses my neck, “let go.”

“Se-bas-tian.” I moaned into his neck. His thrust became manic as he slammed into me repeatedly. Rapture fused itself with my being and together we cease to exist.

Null and void.


Post Note: Okay, now that I got that out of my system I can focus on the next chapter of Convergence. Enjoy your weekend sexy people.

Smile like an Idiot

Insipired by this prompt by @arituzz. (Thank you ^_^ )


Dammit, dammit, dammit. Quick, think fast, Baz. There must be a solution to this problem.

The blonde boy smiled at him and Baz’ knees got weak.

Are you kidding me?, Baz thought. Are you actually kidding me?

The guy that had lingered in the store for a few minutes now, unobtrusively observed by Baz, and now stepped towards him.

“Excuse me?”, he smiled politely. “I was wondering whether you could help me… buy a hairdryer.”

Hairdryer? Baz raised an eyebrow as he looked pointedly at the very short curly hair of the boy.

Cute, but weird.

“You dry your hair?”

“Ehrm, no… Actually, I need this for Penny.”
Cute, but straight.

“You know, because me and my best friend live together, and I kind of accidentally destroyed her hairdryer? And I need to get her a new one before she gets home and yells at me.”
“How do you destroy a hairdryer? You didn’t drop it in water, did you?”
“How stupid do you think I am? I’m not an idiot. Or, actually… Ehm…”
“Spit it out.”
Baz heart rate sped concerningly up. Not only cute, but also freaking adorable.

“Well, I had sort of cut myself on a broken cat statue, as you do it sometimes, and I was bleeding on the sofa, so I  got the hairdryer to clean the blood… As I’m thinking about it, could you perhaps help me get a cat statue and a new sofa, too?”

Baz smile got wider.

“Hm, I can’t help with you with the cat statue, but the sofa… Did you actually try to clean it with a hairdryer?”

“I- I mean, it’s like water, isn’t it?”
The guy swallowed nervously as Baz burst out laughing.

“It really isn’t. You’d have to use cold water to start with. Believe me, I’ve had my experiences with blood.”

And why that is, you really don’t want to know.

“Do you know the brand of the hairdryer?”
“Uh, no… I guess I was in a bit of a rush.”

“Man, you’re the worst at covering your traces. And can’t remove blood either! You’d be the worst criminal. Imagine you have to cover your tracks and you got blood on something that you need to replace. A knife, for instance. Not easy to clean off sometimes. Might have to get rid of it quickly and then you need to get a new one.”

“I’m getting some weird vibes of you there. Are you a killer or something?”
Baz smirked.
“What if I were? Would you run?”

“No. You’re no killer anyways. What kind of killer works in a drug store?”

“A drug dealer, perhaps. Also, this is not a drug store. It’s a store fulfilling all your everyday needs, didn’t you see the sign? But actually, a killer like me works in a cheap store. Because he needs the money to pay for college.”
Baz sighed shortly.

“Now, how did your friend’s hairdryer break then?”
“Turns out I’m not only extremely well at dropping cat statues but hairdryers, too, yeahy!”

Baz nodded and started to walk towards the aisle with the hairdryers.

Bloody cute guy with his stupid moles and stupid curls and stupid eyes and stupid smile. Merlin, that smile…

Baz thought about which hairdryer to recommend, when it dawned on him that, once the boy had bought it, he would leave and Baz would never see him again. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Think fast.

Then Baz remembered the broken hairdryer some girl had returned only yesterday. The girl had put it back in the original packaging. Baz would just have to give it to the boy and the boy would return…

But Baz, a voice in Baz’ head whispered. That’s an evil thing to do.

Well, I don’t give a shit, Baz snapped back in his head. I’m a Pitch, what did you expect? A bouquet of flowers? I don’t think so.

So, with the sweetest smile on his lips, Baz turned to the boy and said: “Give me a second, I have just the thing you need.”

When the boy returned, Baz only felt a tiny bit guilty. But there was no other way to make him come back, was there? Asking him was not an option. If he wanted to get rejected, he’d ring his father.

So the next day, the guy came back. And he seemed a bit angry.

“Baz!”, he exclaimed and Baz knew he was in trouble. But when he saw the boy’s blue eyes, he knew that it was all worth it.

“You gave me specifically a hairdryer that didn’t work, didn’t you? I mean, you purposefully went back to get me this hairdryer. What reason do you have to hate me? I mean, I know that it was stupid, but what do you have against stupid people?”

Baz smiled amused. Time to come clean. Baz knew that this was the point where the cute guy would call him a creep and go buy a hairdryer in some other store, but Baz still smiled. Because for the first time in a very long time, Baz had fun. For the first time, there was no need to worry. Just light-hearted banter, nothing more. It was a nice break from all his concerns. So if anything, Baz wanted to thank the blonde boy.

“Yes…” Baz whispered, smiling a grateful smile. “I gave you a defective item on purpose, so you had to come back… and I got to see you again.”
The boy was speechless for a few seconds.

“You did that… Just so I would come back?”
Baz nodded silently. Now it was the boy who burst out laughing.

“That… That’s really stupid. I mean, why didn’t you just ask? And I thought I was the idiot.”
At this point, Baz was a bit angry.

“Don’t blame this on me, it’s not like you were going to say yes!”

Simon drew back a bit and smiled at Baz discreetly.

“What makes you think that?”

“Well- you surely have a girlfriend.”
“Surely?”

“You look like you do.”
“I look like I do?”
“Yes!”

“Idiot.”
“Stop it.”
“Okay.”

The boy turned around, as if he wanted to go.

“No, wait!”, Baz called out. The boy turned back, wearing the biggest smile, and pushed a piece of paper into Baz’ hands.

“What’s that?”
“My number.”
“You wrote your number on a piece of paper before you came here?”
“Yes.”

“Even though you thought I hated you?”
“… kind of.”

“That’s stupid, too.”
“Yeah. I get it. We’re both stupid. Can we drop the subject now and plan a date? And oh, I’m Simon by the way.”

They grinned at each other. Baz felt a lot better suddenly. Perhaps the future wasn’t such a scary place now. And maybe working at this shop wasn’t so bad after all.

“What If Someone Sees?” (Rick Grimes x Reader)

This was written for Jessie’s (@grimes-slut) 1k follower writing challenge! Congratulations on 1,000. You’re insanely talented and deserve it, plus many more :)

Word Count: 1,767

Rick Grimes x Reader

Prompt: “What if someone sees?”

Warnings: Language, fluff, smut (dirty talk, slight dom. Rick, hair pulling)

“Rick,” You giggle as Rick’s hands travel up your bare sides, his fingertips leaving you with the slightest of chills. “Stop it. You know I’m ticklish.”

“I wanna take ‘ya somewhere.” His voice comes out low and gruff as his grip on the small of your waist tightens, the white sheets of your shared bed barely covering both of your bodies. “And nah, I like ticklin’ you. You’re cute when you giggle. Don’t hear enough of that these days.”

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I love FF15. And the characters. It happens rarely that I play a JRPG and actually adore the whole party. :D

So, have the finished and scanned version of the fanart, which… I actually just started because of their names. If you translate the names from Latin, you get something like that:

Noctis Lucis Caelum. Dawn light in the night sky? That one is actually poetic and fitting.

Prompto Argentum. Quicksilver.

Ignis Scientia. Errr… Fire and knowledge? Promethean fire? One of his special attacks is Sage Fire, so works for me.

Gladiolus Amicita. Small sword of friendship. Aaaand I lost it. A friend and I spent the rest of the evening making compensation-jokes. And since I can’t really add cutie marks in his background, he gets the love of his life: Cup Noodles.

Voltron Powers Headcanon [Part 5]

[Part 1]  [Part 2]  [Part 3]  [Part 4]  [You are Here] [Finale]

Shiro was a tired person.

He was tired of fighting off nightmares, tired of dealing with Zarkon and his army, tired in general, even though his robotic arm never seemed to wear out, and tired of having to separate Keith and Lance whenever their spats got to be too much.

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TAEKOOK FIC SERIES {DAY 7 - Final}

‘Betterer’ Isn’t a Word  - {Chaptered, complete, fluff, I just recently finished reading this and it was a really amusing story ngl}

Jungkook’s problem was Taehyung and Taehyung’s problem was Jungkook.

Everyone else’s problem was that they were fucking oblivious and needed to Get Together™ soon.

They all knew it wasn’t going to happen, though.

To be honest, Jimin was ready to just shove them into a closet and call it a day.


dating for dummies  - {One-shot, flufff}

in which twitter is evil, jeon jeongguk is a bit tsundere, park jimin is satan and kimtaehyung may or may not have a boyfriend.


The Dawn Before The Sun Rises  - {One-shot, humour, fluff}

It all started when Kim Taehyung almost impaled Jeon Jungkook with a pink umbrella. 


stay back and watch me shine (darling, don’t you ever grow up)  - {One-shot, fluff, Mrs. Jeons p.o.v, I actually really loved reading its interesting to see taekook from someone else’s perspective }

mrs. jeon was an inquisitive, curious woman (aren’t we all)
so do you blame her when she starts to notice something with her son?

and maybe he didn’t think she noticed. but she did.


King of the Library, Knight of His Trade - {I love, One-shot, fluff}

Moral of the story? Don’t fuck with Jeon Jungkook or else you’ll end up ruining your perfect attendance to chase his coattails.


Note:

Bleeeeh I can’t believe its over sigh :(

I’ll try to create more lists in the future but I’m bad with being consistent so ha (I’ll probably forget by tomorrow tbh TT)

Anyways this has been fuunn, hope y’all liked all the fics I’ve rec’d so far.

Till next time (probably not)~

{Complete}

Pom Pep Fic Recs (Updated!)

 All My top, Completed Pompous Pep fic recommendations:

*Looks like there are some more in the works so hope to add those soon~

Reasons to Object/ Accept: RtO & it’s sequel. The first pom pep fic i ever read (the one that got me into it). By Ninja-Renka. All their fics are amazing, but this is my fave.

Kimura Sato: Just go read all her fics. ALL of THEM. The pom pep ones are Time Tampering, A Year w/ You, The Target & Phantom EXE.

Stalkers & Scones: Au about a lonely business man & a cute barista. Lots of feels. Must read the sequel Wedding Cakes & Winners.

School Boy Crush: What’s not to love about a well written teacher Au?

Escape: Definitely waaay more on the angsty side, but I love how their relationship develops( by the same author as SBC. You know what- just read all their fics too)

Heart of Ice: Basically wishes gone wrong & cat Danny! All the best kinds of ridiculous, romantic & mushy (if you like that sort of thing, which i do). 

Summer Sun: Very angsty fic.  Danny’s parents are terrible & Vlad is there to pick up the pieces. But it has a happy ending.

Mad House: This is actually a polyamorous fic between Danny, Vlad & Ghostwriter. Another one of my faves.( I don’t think this ship has name so I’m just gonna call it Mad House).

Trust Me: This one has Dani in it! And super rare Vlad/ Dani bonding! 

The Espil Mirror: In which Vlad gets a kick in the pants & some much needed help. (on FFNet & AO3)

The Things I Could Show You: A redone version of the show where Vlad wasn’t so bitter & actually makes a great mentor, friend & more. It’s a whole series! And their other AU fics are great too!

Until Dawn (Au): Pom Pep done horror style. If you like a little (a lot) of gore with your romance then this Au is for you! Also by TTICSY.

Not Part of The Plan: Long one shot to the tune of ‘Vlad never pulled Danny’s ghost half out of him after the Nasty Burger exploded’.

Enough: Post PP, which is rare.

Bowl of Frootloops: Everything from tragedy to fluff. This is a drabble series, but there are some full fics in there. So if you don’t feel like going through all 101 here’s the #’s for the full stories. Blind Au (12,15,27,60,92)  Illness(36,38,45) Grave (14,17) and Masquerade (6).

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Well that’s it for now! Hopefully this list will continue to grow~

Bad Girl Ch 24: Are You Sure You Want To Know?

I’m back! Did you miss me? Maybe not after this chapter!

Yixing’s POV

A few of us are sitting in the living room, scattered on the couches and floors waiting for Suho and Jooyoung to return from their date. The youngest three are whining about when will it be their turn and other stupid things. Jongdae is on my left typing mindlessly on his phone, doing some tech thing that I can almost guarantee is not legal, not that I really have room to judge. I should be doing some thing work related but I can’t get myself to leave knowing Joo could be home any moment. I much prefer her small frame in my arms compared to cutting up barely alive people for their precious organs in a cold, half assed surgery room built in a random warehouse. Though that doesn’t sound too bad either.

The sound of someone rushing into the living room gets me excited, only to crush my dreams when I realize it’s just Xiumin. I’m about to turn back to the TV when I notice his heaving chest and trembling hands. There is a thick coating of sweat on his forehead as if he has ran a mile.

“Hyung?” Tao questions first. The five of us in the room all look to him confused.

“I-I know where the song is from.”

For some reason that puts all of us on edge, “The song?”

He nods, “I kept thinking I knew where it was from I just couldn’t place it but now…”

“Where is it from?” Chen is on the edge of his seat, obviously annoyed with the elders beating around the bush.

“The-The videos. The ones we got when Jooyoung was taken. It plays in the back round, behind her screaming,” He closes his eyes for a moment, as if trying to keep those horrible images at bay, without much luck.

“Did you go back and watch them?” My stomach twists at the thought of looking at those again.

“I had to. I had to know…”

“But Joo always sings it to comfort herself,” Kai points out confused. “If that song is connected to Block B shouldn’t it scare her?”

It dawns upon me, “It’s Jiho’s song. Which means Jiho is connected to Block B.”

“Does that mean…” Sehun looks at us with concern in his eyes.

“Yes, it means that Jiho was involved in Joo’s kidnapping, and that’s going to fucking destroy her,” I grumble rubbing my face.

“Do you think Jiyong knows?”

Jongdae sighs, “Probably.”

“What do we do?” Tao wonders.

“We can’t tell her,” Xiumin and I say together.

“Not until we have actual proof of his involvement,” Chen specifies.

Kai huffs, “How do we confirm that? If Joo finds out we are investigating him she will want to know why and if don’t we give her a reason she will hate us for not trusting her to trust the right people.”

“She obviously can’t trust the right people,” I snap. The younger looks down, obviously frightened, I have to take a deep breath to calm myself. “I think I know someone who could help us out.”

“Who?!”

“Haneul, she probably already knows everything that’s going on.”

“If she knew this was going on why didn’t she tell us? Joo could be in danger, doesn’t that worry her at all?”

I roll my eyes at him, “I know you are young Jongin but don’t be stupid, that isn’t how our world works. Plus Noona already helped Joo out a lot from what I hear. She is also the one who helped us get Joo back so don’t be rude.”

“I’ll get the others, hopefully we can figure this out before Suho brings her home,” Xiumin rushes off to grab the others. I pull out my phone and text Haneul, Can we talk right now?

It only takes a moment for my phone to go off, NO –T

I roll my eyes. Taemin is such a jealous bastard, though I don’t imagine I would be much different if guys texted Joo. I wait until everyone has joined us and for Hyung to explain before glancing at my phone again.

Fine –T

“What is going on?” Kris asks, both annoyed and concerned.

“We figured out that the song Joo hums is from the videos of her getting beaten to death,” Tao seethes, glaring down at the floor as if it was to blame.

“What?” Luhan’s eyes go wide.

Chen continues our findings, “We think Jiho is involved in Block B since he is the one who sang the song to her.”

“What are we going to do?” Chanyeol whines.

Baekhyun joins in, his voice just as whiny, “We can’t let her leave with him tomorrow! What if he doesn’t bring her back?”

The room breaks out into chaos, everyone yelling over each other, the youngest look their about to have breakdowns, horrified about what he could do to her again. Kris is just pissed, along with Kyungsoo, they roar on and on about how they knew he was bad news, blah, blah, blah. Luhan and Xiumin just look a bit shook up, Luhan from the news, and Xiumin, I’m assuming from the videos and realization.

“Ya!” I yell, gathering everyone’s attention. They all take a large step away from me, regardless of age they all look terrified. “Now that I have everyone’s attention let’s talk about this calmly before I murder someone. Okay?” They all nod. “Great, now I’m going to call Haneul noona because there is a good chance she knows what’s going on. I’m going to put in on speaker as a courtesy but if you guys offend her in anyway I will not be the only one out for blood okay?” Again they nod.

I pull out my phone and dial her number that I know by heart, placing it on speaker as promised and placing it on the coffee table in front of me.

“What?” A rough voice answers.

I roll my eyes, “Hyung I don’t want to talk to you, I want to talk to Noona.”

“I can pass whatever you want to say along-“ There is a very non manly yelp followed by a few crashes and whines. All normal things.

“Hello!” Haneul sing songs.

“Noona, I need your help.”

There is a pause and more whining, “What can I do for you Xing?”

“I’m calling about Jooyoung and Jiho.”

“Oh! I’ve been waiting for this call for the last few hours! I haven’t heard much, my link in the precinct has been pretty hush hush about the whole thing. They were so stupid for even trying to get Joo to flip on Jiho, idiots,” She snorts.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Kris blurts out.

“Am I on speaker?” She questions.

“Sorry, Noona, I forgot to tell you my brothers are in he room. But Kris hyung is right, what are you talking about?”

“You mean you didn’t call about Joo getting arrested today?” She muses like a child who let out a secret.

I glare at every single one of my brothers before the have the chance to blurt something else out, “Please elaborate.”

“It was no big deal, something about realizing Joo might not be a fake and trying to convince her to turn on Jiho and Jiyong, thinking they are the white and black dragons.”

“Okay, we will talk to her about that when she gets home but for now we need to talk about Jiho.”

She hums.

“How is here related to Block b?”

She coos, “Xing, you are stepping into dangerous territory. This shit won’t come for free.”

I groan, forgetting that I freed her from her debt, meaning I need to strike up a new deal, “What do you want?”

“I thought you guys were friends,” Jongin mumbles.

“Was that Jongin?” She chuckles.

“Nini!” Taemin yells happily.

“Princess we are talking business, go away or shut up,” Haneul snaps. “Kid, you must not have done good as a foot soldier, just cause you are friends with someone doesn’t mean you loose your professionalism, especially someone in my particular area of expertise.”

I glance at the younger who is looking away, he hadn’t completed his foot soldier days because of our father’s death when he was 14. He learned his murderous tendencies from us and Taemin and a little experience in the mafia world but he knows nothing of what it’s like to be anywhere but at the top. He never learned about working for information, I mean really working for it, doing things and making deals I don’t wish to look back on.

“Can we get back on track here?” Xiumin suggests calmly.

“Of course! Now Xing, what are you willing to offer? I’ll take information, money, embarrassing stories about Tae.”

“How much are you asking for?”

“Depends what questions you are exactly asking. Ask your questions, I’ll write them down and think of a proper price for my knowledge.”

We all share a look, Xiumin comes up with the first, “Who exactly is Jiho?”

Our gazes move to Luhan, all of us assuming we are going by age at this point, “How was he involved in Jooyoung’s kidnapping?”

“What does he want from her?”

I let Baekhyun and the youngers go first, “Does Jiyong know about him?”

Jongdae runs his fingers through his hair as he tries his best to pick just one from this mess, “Does he want to hurt her again?”

“How long has he been in her life?”

Kyungsoo asks the question that has me worried, “Is he in love with her?”

“He won’t take her from us again, will he?”

“How much power does he have over her?”

Sehun takes a deep breath and asks, “She isn’t in love with him too, is she?”

“Xing, finale question?” Haneul hums.

“How much is it going to destroy her when she finds out he is involved?”

She just hums for a minute before sighing, “Eleven questions. Most of those are pretty easy to answer, simple yes or no, so those shouldn’t be too expensive, but Xiumin-ssi’s question is pretty hefty, along with Luhan-ssi’s. I’ll do a family discount so about half a million should be pretty good.”

Without hesitation we all agree.

“If I had known it would be that easy I would have asked for more, but whatever. So let us start from the top. Woo Jiho, also know as Zico, the leader of Block B, more popularly known as now, the white dragon’s right hand man. 24 years old, born in the Mapo District of South Korea. Had and older brother but he was murdered along with his parents when he was young. He grew up on the streets gathering a bunch of other misfits and psychopaths to create Block B. Is that thro enough?”

We are all dead silent for moment. Are you fucking serious? Fuck being involved he lead the shit that happened to her! It takes all of my strength not to go out and murder him right now. I have to rest  my for head on my knees and take deep breaths. I can’t even care about my brothers are feeling at the moment, my head is spinning with the news. How could we have not known? How can she not know? How the fuck can Jiyong let him anywhere near her? I’m going to fucking murder him too at this point! Yixing no, I tell myself, deep breathes, no murder.

“I’m taking your silence as a yes and moving on. Hope you boys are ready, you asked a lot of questions if you can’t handle it tell me when to stop. Next question, ‘how was he involved in Jooyoung’s kidnapping?’ Well lets see! As the leader he was hired to investigate and pursue her to gain her trust. It worked incase you can’t tell. By the way, for being such protective assholes you guys really should have done a little more when it came to sending her to Jiyong. Jiho literally walked her to him every Tuesday during the summer. But at the same time I guess it was good because it gave her time to dig her claws into his soul and at the end of the day it saved her from a much worse fate. Back to the kidnapping, so while the rest of Block B was acting like their normal selves with her Jiho wasn’t around for the punishments and recordings. He just made sure things didn’t go to far.”

She doesn’t even give us a minute to process, “Since I have a feeling you guys won’t want to respond to that either lets keep this moving. He wants nothing from her that I can tell. If anything he wants her safe and happy, in that order. Of course Jiyong know!” She scoffs as if it was obvious, “It’s impossible for him not too. That is why they are basically at each other’s throats half the time. Jiyong hates Jiho for hurting Joo, while Jiho hates Jiyong for getting her involved in all of this in the first place. Are you all still with me?”

I don’t even know if I’m fucking alive at this point. There is so much going on in my head I don’t know where to even start. But I find myself saying, “Yes.” It’s better to get everything out now, I’ll organize my thoughts later.

“Perfect! Lets see, Jiho would never hurt Joo, not counting the whole kidnap thing, he is completely harmless when it comes to her so no worries there. Be more concerned for your own safety, if you try to tell Joo about this in front of him he will murder you in cold blood right in front of her. As for how long he has been in her life, they first met after that detective tricked her into thinking you guys hated her. So when ever that was.”

“Noona wait,” I stop her before she has the chance to answer Kyungsoo’s question. The large eyed boy stares me down. “Give us just a minute okay? Let us process all of this,” I thought I could take it but this answer has me on edge. What if he loves her? What the hell are we going to do? We can’t just get rid of him then, can’t pay him off, nothing if he is really there for her and that beautiful smile of hers’.

“Minutes up Xing, I have things to do so if you want your answers it has to be now,” She pressures me gently. She is right, we don’t need her to answer this one.  I don’t want her to but Kyungsoo snatches my phone away and demands it. “This one I’m not 100% sure on to be honest. I feel from what I’ve seen that he loves her like a little sister but there is always the chance he does. So no worries boys, he isn’t out confessing his love for her like Jiyong did. Now calm down and put me back on the table Kyungsoo.”

The younger boy obeys, obviously confused on how she knew he was holding the phone but doesn’t question it.

“I don’t think he has any plans on taking off with her but with this rising tension he might so keep an eye on him. When it comes to power, I think she holds most of it. He can sway her opinion slightly but if she is dead set on something he can’t budge her. As for your question Sehun, rest assured she has no romantic feeling for him. Her heart is already consumed by you men, okay?”

The youngest hums a quiet thank you.

“Last question,” Haneul takes a deep breath and says, “She will be absolutely crushed. Her world will fall apart when her last support beam falls. I know you all hate Jiho but he is good for that girl. He holds her up even though she can stand on her own, she needed that support system with you guys gone. He built that girl up and I have no doubt he can tear her down. Because without him she will have no one she can trust completely.”

“What about us?” Kris sneers.

“You guys burned that bridge. She will love you forever but there will always be something in the way of complete trust.”

“Can I ask one more question?” Sehun surprises us by asking.

“Sure Love, this can be a freebie.”

“How do you know all of this?”

It is her turn for a moment of silence before she spouts her usual response, “I am Haneul, the woman who knows all.”

“No! I’m not accepting that as an answer!” Sehun snarls, ignoring the glare I’m giving him. “You know way too much for being an outsider! How do you know? Did Jiyong tell you? Zico?”

She sighs, “Be careful kid, watch that mouth of yours, I’m doing you guys a favor by telling you this.”

“I’m curious too,” Luhan admits, staring at the phone.

“You guys leave it,” I warn them.

“How are you not curious to know about how she knows exactly when Zico ran into our baby’s life? That is a very specific thing that only the two of them should know about, so how the hell does she know?” Baekhyun snaps.

“Noona.”

“Xing, don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

“Please?” I find myself begging.

“I may or may not have a connection in Block B that is not Zico. That is all I’m saying on the subject, if that is all I’m hanging up.”

“You can’t just hang up!” Kai yells. “How could have let Jooyoung around that man when you knew what he had done to her? When you knew what she had gone through? Did that not make you feel guilty? Did you not think she would want to know these things about her own life and the people around her? How could you be such a cold hearted bitch?”

“Ya!” She roars over the phone. Fuck. “I swear to god you little punk I will come over there and rip that disrespectful little tongue out of your pretty mouth. I owe that girl nothing. She should open her eyes and realize it on her own that every person in her life is a lying bastard. But she doesn’t, she looks at the pretty life in front of her and decides that there is nothing else to it. That is no ones fault but her own.”

“She is just a child,” Xiumin snarls back. “Why should she have to look past it?”

“Because look where she fucking is! You would think she would realize by now there is more to this world than rainbows and unicorns but she hasn’t. One day she will have to look beyond that and realize the world is much darker than she could ever imagine.”

“She won’t ever have to do,” Luhan stammers out. “We won’t let her see that darkness.”

“Than you all should stop asking questions and play dumb along with her,” Hanuel hisses. “Because the moment she knows that her right hand man is the man behind the mask is the day she sees the darkness and realizes she really has no one she can trust.”

The line goes dead and we are left staring at each other. Kris is the first to lash out, he grabs the nearest vase and chucks it at the wall, it shatter into a million pieces into the carpet. I am not cleaning that up.

“Do you think it’s true?” Sehun mumbles to me.

“Which part?” I groan rubbing my eyes.

“That she doesn’t trust us?”

Chen scoffs next to me, “She trusts us, but not the way she trusts Jiho or Zico or whatever. It’s true, everything that Hanuel said is true. Our baby is going to hate and run away if we tell her. She will have no reason to stay.”

“You don’t think she loves us enough to stay,” Chanyeol shoots back.

“Oh she loves us but she’ll feel so fucking betrayed that she will just up and leave without looking back. She’ll leave Jiyong, Jiho and us because who would want to be surrounded by men like us.”

“We are nothing like them!” Baekhyun snaps.

“We are no better!” I correct. “We are the whole reason Jooyoung is in this mess. We are the ones who took her and forced her into this little idea. Of course she lashed out and latched on to a man who forced her to do nothing but be herself. We made her do that. No matter how you put it, it comes back to us. This is all our fault! I wish we never fucking asked! I don’t want to know about any of this!”

Just then the front door opens and the sound of heels click through the house, Jooyoung appears in the doorway holding a balloon in one hand and a stick of cotton candy in the other, “We’re home!” She yells happily. Her perfect green eyes are lit up like the fourth of July. She dances on the thick heels of her shoes with ease, in jeans and an oversized sweatshirt she looks so young, so little. Suho appears behind her, beaming as well. The atmosphere quickly shifts, everyone smiles despite the aching in their hearts and beam back at our little angel.

“Baby!” The youngers coo together, she rushes to them, cotton candy and all and joins them on the floor. She doesn’t seem to notice the tension still in the air but Suho does. He has a silent conversation with the eldest before replacing his grim expression with his one smile from before.

“Baby why don’t you and the younger boys go upstairs and get ready for bed?” Suho suggests.

“You are with me tonight Baby,” Jongdae jumps to his feet regardless of the fact he was not part of that group. He just wanted to get away from the conversation that is about to just start all over. Him and the three youngest, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun leave the room with bright smiles on their faces as if the last hour hadn’t happened.

With them gone Suho looks to us with a scowl, “What the hell is going on?”

“You are going to need to sit down for this,” Luhan recommends.


I don’t know if this is any good or makes sense but I’m going to bed and sorry for not updating All my idols, I’ll do it before the week is over, promise!

Gonna talk about some things! That have been bothering me! Without need or hope for anyone to reply because I feel like I’m bothering everyone with how much I’ve been talking about it lately!!!!!!!

I love golden age cinema. No, I haven’t watched most of the movies in the ‘canon’, but the stories behind them are what get me. I’m getting real frustrated, though, with the underreporting/erasure of queer people in Hollywood at this time. Not by the studios and the fixers and the morals police of the time, but by contemporary biographers and even just the general public.

I’m fully immersed into the 'You Must Remember This’ podcast (I even sat through the Manson murder season because of the tidbits I could glean that weren’t murder related), and I’m reading a book called 'The Whole Equation’ by a gentleman named David Thomson, who is a (rather old) film professor and Hollywood historian in various publications. Karina Longworth, of the former, doesn’t seem to shy away from the implications of queer stars, while I have found not one reference to anything like this in Thomson’s writings in the latter - to my recollection anyway, which is shoddy at best, so maybe I missed something.

So maybe the book is more focused on the entirety of Hollywood and how it came to be, so it glosses over a lot of the seedier, juicier bits about the personal lives of stars - though it does go into some detail about Jean Harlow’s death by uremic poisoning (Miss Harlean Carpenter comes back into play later in this rant), but I digress. I’m also losing the point of my ire and, therefore, the entirety of this massive rant.

I’m just finding out that it’s an agreed upon fact that Cary Grant, born Archie Leach and having spent some time in the Village in New York City before his time in Hollywood, was a gay man who only married and had dalliances with women to keep his contract signed and uphold his end of the morals clause therein. Some perspective: I arbitrarily fell in love with Cary Grant sometime after I had confused him for Gregory Peck during high school, then confused him for Clark Gable for a time, then watched a massive stack of his movies and found my affections with the right man. I’ve loved Cary Grant for a decade. And I’m just. Now. Finding this information out. I’m pissed. I’m livid. And I’m not pissed to find out that he was gay or that he was suppressed (though it does make my blood boil - just on a whole other level).

I’m mad because somehow this information - though widely agreed upon by most biographers - is not even mildly commonplace knowledge. I’ve BEEN pissed off that people see fit to reduce Montgomery Clift’s sexuality down to a simple sentence: He was bisexual, like many other stars of the time.

You know what? Fuck that noise. That does not begin to encompass the raging wreck that was Monty Clift. The man felt wrong and ugly inside because he loved women but didn’t want to sleep with them, and he put himself through years of conversion therapy and it presumably helped spark the alcoholism and addiction that took his looks and his life. Sure, we remember him as one of Liz Taylor’s 'boyfriends’, but we don’t remember his 14 foot medicine cabinet or the fact that he’s only remembered as bisexual because he used to get piss drunk and go home with anybody that would have him, regardless of whether or not he really was bisexual.

Which brings me around to my mentioning of David Thomson’s book. It’s dense and it’s wordy and it’s filled with a lot of subjective narrative about Hollywood and its history, some raw facts about grosses and contract rates. It’s a good read, though, especially for someone who’s just at the beginning of their journey through Golden Age cinema (it contains a lot more stuff about the actual dawn of the technicality of movies and film, plus a little more about the magic of moving pictures, and it does so in somewhat manageable chunks of metaphors between the point of the story he’s trying to tell and a relevant Hollywood figure). As I mentioned earlier, Thomson goes into some detail about Jean Harlow and her upbringing and death, and mentions her marriage to Paul Bern. He mentions Bern’s death.

He fails to mention that Bern was quite possibly deeply in the closet.

Okay, so maybe the man doesn’t believe it.

Then, he gets into insulting Marlon Brando quite a bit. That’s okay. The man was a bear to work with, an odd duck method actor at his best and a literal destroyer of sets at middling and an actual sexual predator at worst (see: 'Last Tango In Paris’). He goes on to blame, somehow, Brando’s attitude on therapy. Weird. Then I recall that in Montgomery Clift’s Wikipedia article, his sexuality is compared to that of two other actors: James Dean, and Marlon Brando. I haven’t done any research into Brandi’s bisexuality or lack thereof, but I’m willing to bet there’s some merit there.

He mentions Greta Garbo, Katherine Hepburn, Kaye Francis - but fails to mention that all of these women were confirmed to be (at the very least) bisexual. He might have mentioned Katherine Hepburn’s habit of wearing pants, but I don’t think the man even mentioned that her first on screen kiss was WITH ANOTHER WOMAN.

The first nail in the 'Whole Equation’ coffin for me came in the form of two mentions of Monty in the text: one in which Thomson makes some claims that while working together, John Wayne says that he found Clift 'feeble’ but tried like hell to keep up or even outpace him in their filming. Personally, this makes no sense to me, because have you ever seen young John Wayne? He’s a dead ringer for Montgomery Clift at his peak. But, okay, Wayne was a hard worker and I can buy him giving the young bucks a hard time.

Then, Thomson gives himself the second nail: “[…] Clift would have made [Joe, of 'Sunset Boulevard’] Gillis insidiously charming instead of a desperate scrambler. You would have wanted to save Clift (that was his trick); [William] Holden knows that Gillis is beyond salvation.” (p. 250)

I’m not going to bother dissecting the part of the paragraph before this quote in which Thomson paints Clift as someone solely turning down a role due to vanity and his own carefully crafted image, because for all I’ve learned in my time as an amateur historian, this is probably true. Stars were crafted after they were found, and studios did their best to keep stars into the molds they were poured into.

I’m gonna talk about the part where Thomson seems to deride Clift for 'tricking’ people into saving him. I take this quote as derision as opposed to a compliment to the actor’s ability to play a role because of the overall scorn it appears Thomson has for someone who can’t seem to live up to the studio’s farm factory system, and because he seems to have so much scorn for Clift himself.

Could it be that perhaps Clift had this knack for 'tricking’ people into thinking they could save him because of his own tortured inner workings and his need for support and validation due to the turmoil he felt because of his sexuality? Maybe I’m just an asshole here because I don’t have a degree in psych or film history, but I don’t think it would be a stretch to consider that maybe Clift’s close friendship with Elizabeth Taylor and his own film roles all contributed to trying to reach out to someone to ease his pain. And maybe - just maybe - Thomson has some kind of problem with this. (DISCLAIMER: I haven’t read anything else by this author and I haven’t looked into his own personal history and I don’t know if he’s changed his tune about all of this so I can’t be sure.)

So, in all of this, somehow and somewhere, what I’m trying to say is: contemporary LGBT people deserve to know their history. There’s that post floating around about walking down a hall of history and finding it blank, being told it doesn’t exist and that’s what it’s like for a queer person in this day and age. And I agree. So let’s start by acknowledging that Hollywood has been filled with queer people from day one, and go from there.

Okay, raging queer nerd out ✌🏻 byeeeee

XX.

Second day of waning gibbous of the twelfth month. Winter.

Dear Diary,

This weekend has been quite lively. Despite being on the early days of the coldest season, I woke up to the weekend quite toasty, comfortable, and very not in my bed.

You see, Link and I met again in my room after the talk we had. We had tea by the fireplace, he told me about the avalanche and how he survived using Nayru’s Love. He was quite scant on details, but I think he just wants to move on. I cannot keep thinking if it was not for such a fortuitous fact, he would be dead. I must thank the Goddesses again for their constant protection of him.

I tried to teach him another spell, but we certainly got diverted because of two reasons: one was that when we resonated our triforces, we saw each other’s thoughts.

And boy, I had no idea how I made him feel. Some of his thoughts and sensations were quite arousing - we made out on the carpet until we were too short of breath to go on; actually it was more due to prudence than lack of desire. Which takes me to disclose the second reason, which is…

That later, the very same night, I went to his room and gave myself to him.

It was amazing; tender and rough at the same time. The sensations are quite hard to put into words, but in short being intimate is pure, untamed bliss.

I was woken at dawn, with strands of dirty blond hair tickling my nose, and soft kisses all over my face.

‘Love, wakey wakey’. His voice whispered tenderly in my ear. I felt fingertips caressing my cheek. 'I gotta leave to train’.

His gaze was one of pure, inmense love.

I slowly sat on the bed, realizing he was sitting there fully clothed, light armor and all. I was still naked.

'I didn’t have the heart to wake you up before’, he handed me my nightdress. ‘go back to your bed before one of your maids or Impaz arrives, love’.

The idea of being caught in the act, especially by Impaz, ended to wake me up. I quickly slipped my nightie over my head and got up, heading straight to the mirror door.

‘You forget something, milady’. I was about to open the door, when a pair of knickers - mine- flashed in front of my eyes. ‘This ain’t the kind of loot I’m used to, but I can get a likin’ to it’.

‘Cheeky’. I snatched them out of his hand, my face incandescently red as an ember.

‘And this’, he turned me, and kissed me goodbye.

I crossed immediately to my chamber, put on my knickers, and dunked in my bed to do what I have not done in the last hours: think about what I have done.

The only thing I could conclude was: nothing, actually.

So, to avoid having an unnecessary breakdown, I decided to go with the natural flow of things, at least for this weekend.

I called for Impaz earlier than usual, since it was useless to stay in bed any longer. She obviously noticed my lack of sleep.

‘Something on that restless mind of yours, dearest?’, she asked, pouring down some tea for the both of us. ‘You know you can trust me’.

‘I… confessed my feelings to Link’. I sighed, and sipped my tea. ‘my love is certainly returned’.

‘That’s marvelous, dear child!’, she was rejoiced, ‘being loved is a beautiful thing, and by such a good man!’

‘I laid with him last night, also’.

‘And you think this old lady is dumb’.

My jaw dropped.

She remained silent for a moment and looked at me.

‘You have the rosy cheeks and glow only someone who has been thoroughly laid can have’. She sipped her tea. ‘You are a grown woman, and also the ruler of this country. No one should ever even dare to judge you for what you do with your personal life’.

Her reassurance made me feel better. I smiled widely.

‘That’s my girl’, she patted my hand. ‘Now I have to ask you, is your love the real thing?’

‘What do you mean?’, I enquired.

‘Love is not just the “happily ever after” feeling’, she cleared, ‘It’s a conscious commitment to accept a person just as they are. You have burdens and duties not everyone is ready to face, so does Link. Not all days will be a bed of roses, nor you will be able to be always together. You will see the best and worst of each other’. She paused. ‘Life will change both of you. In short, is he the one you want as your consort?’

I stayed thoughtful. Her words are really important. I know what I feel for him is real. I am quite sure his are real too. He has done a really good job with the Army so far, but does he have what it takes to be… my husband?

‘Absolutely’, I realized, ‘I need to talk to him about this; I think it is mandatory to tell him from the start what are the challenges he will have to face if he agrees to be proclaimed my betrothed, but I think we can discuss that matter later. For this weekend, at least, I want to take things slowly’.

I took a deep sigh after that statement.

‘Oh, my!’, Impaz laughed at me. 'You have been fully lovestruck, dearest!’

I just wanted to hide my blushed face.

'He is training now. Is it bad that I want to go to see him?’, I asked, feeling already somewhat ridiculous for even saying those words.

‘If you want to go, then go!’, Impaz cheered, ‘I’ll help you get dressed’.

With a not so elaborate, but warm dress, boots and cloak, I headed to the training grounds.

What I did not expect was to find Link surrounded by his trainees. The soldiers froze and immediately bowed as I approached their Commander. His eyes widened at every step closer.

‘Good morning, Lord Commander’, I greeted him, controlling myself to not turn red, ‘How do you fare this cold morning?’

‘Good morning, my Queen, I fare more than well today’. He grinned and made a small curtsy. Cheeky. 'What a lovely surprise to have you visit us’.

'I thought it might be interesting to spectate your work with the trainees’  - a huge stray from the actual truth - ‘since I saw you on the early days of the process’, I commented. 'To oversee your improvements is certainly a part of my job’.

Link’s smirk read “worst liar ever”.

‘The Queen has amazing marksmanship skills’, he noted, ‘I wondered if you could show all of us here’.

He handed me a bow and three arrows, which all struck center on the aims. The rookies were impressed - some people still have the impression I am some sort of frail creature.

‘I shall not interrupt you more’, I retired, Link accompanying me to the exit. ‘Have a good day’.

Out of sight, we could leave our charade.

‘I thought you trained alone today’, I explained, ‘It seems I was wrong’.

‘I did! They just started joinin’ me outta the blue’, he shrugged. ‘It’s been like that for a while’.

‘That is a consequence of good leadership, dear’. He blushed. ‘I just wanted to ask you to have lunch with me, and maybe, if the weather allows it, go out for a stroll’.

‘Like a date?’, he asked, looking flattered by my proposal. ‘I’ve never been on a date before’.

‘It is alright, I have never been to one either’.

As we smiled discreetly to each other, he kissed my hand and went back to his labor.

I rushed to my room, meeting Ashei on my way back. I just waved, and I could swear she greeted me “hey, Mysterious Lady Z” as she waved back.

I put on some lighter dress to be more comfortable - and pretty. I have never been vain, but I have been more worried about my outward appearance than before.

A cart with the food arrived some time before my guest, who came straight from the training grounds, apologizing for his apparent delay.

We ate in silence the sweet potato and pumpkin soup we had for lunch, stealing glances from each other, giggling when our eyes met, like silly kids with a crush on each other. It did not feel awkward, just as if we were sharing a little secret without words.

‘You like me’, he started, in a singsong voice, putting our empty plates aside on the cart, ‘you wanna marry me and have my babies’.

I felt myself flushing from my toes to my head. ‘What is your age, again?’

He chuckled, leaning on the table, resting his chin on his crossed forearms.

‘In all honesty, love, I do want the whole thing’, he admitted. ‘To wake up every day with you by my side, some kids, a bunch of pets, y’know, the real deal. I wanted to ask Auru ‘bout the whole “may I have permission to date you” protocol at the beginning of the next week’.

A warm feeling spread from my chest. 

‘Impaz asked me something on the same page this morning when I told her what happened between us’, I revealed him.

‘How much does she know?, Link’s eyes widened as he asked.

‘Everything’, I confessed, ‘I cannot lie to her!’

‘That’s why she told me “I was radiant” when I met her before I came here!’, he realized. ‘Darn, she’s sassier than Elder Nabooru!’

After a good laugh, I addressed the subject of the strange nickname Ashei called me when I passed by her. He told me a story about the trainees finding out Link loved someone during the training at Snowpeak, but not realizing this Mysterious Lady Z was actually me. I think more than one of them tied the knots correctly after my impromptu visit.

I find the nickname rather amusing. It is like the name of the heroine of an adventure novel.

The snowfall was quite intense during the afternoon, so we stayed talking by the fireplace, lying on the rug, asking each other things we did not know about each other.

'Cats or dogs?’, he started.

'Both, except for the lapdogs of the court ladies, they are scary… one bit me when I was little’, I disclosed. 'I know from a trusted source you are mainly a cat person’.

'True’, he chuckled, 'Next one. A funny childhood memory’.

'My father had a portrait of me made the day before I turned thirteen’, I narrated. 'I had to sit for the painter for hours while the girls of the court made funny faces’.

'Does that painting still exist?’, Link asked. 'I’d love to see your baby face’.

'It does! It is on the Royal Family Hall. We can go if you are curious’.

In some minutes, we were looking at the faces of the kings and queens of yore. Link’s attention was caught by the portrait of a very familiar face to me.

‘She’s the Princess of Destiny, the Zelda before me’, I explained to him.

‘Her eyes are so sad’, he observed.

‘It is said the portrait was painted around the time she was about to be crowned’, I added, ‘we both know the story, and how that ended’.

‘At least it’s gonna be a different story for us’. he held my hand. ‘C’mon, show me your painting’.

A couple of portraits later, after the one of my parents, was the one depicting my twelve-year-old self. Link observed it carefully, eyes wandering to the image of my parents from time to time.

‘You were so cute with your flower crown! Look at your lovely chubby cheeks!’, he commented, eyes still on the painting, ‘You look a lot like your mom, with the dark hair and fair skin. Your eyes are like your dad’s though’.

‘Thanks for the compliment’, I noted, ‘But being on the rounder side and a bookworm was not a good thing in the eyes of the court girls; some of them were quite mean. Fortunately, puberty was kind to me’.

Kind?’, he laughed. ‘You went from cutie pie to heavenly creature. Don’t kid me, woman. I’ve seen ya naked’.

‘Anyway’, I sighed, ‘we are going to commission my official portrait soon. I’ll have to sit still and stay pretty for some hours’.

'I wanna be there and do my job!’

'You want to pose with me as my champion?’

'Nope, Imma gonna tease you! Maybe I’ll give you smoldering looks’ - he gives me this ridiculous fake suave look- ‘until you turn like a red carnation in full bloom’.

I did not know if to kiss him, laugh, or throw him in the dungeon. Silly pumpkin.

'Don’t give me that look’, he pleaded, 'consider that I’ve pined for you for a long time, and now I have you all for myself, and I feel I can be as silly and cheeky as I want with you’.

You cannot fight those kinds of arguments, especially when he involuntarily makes puppy eyes.

After looking at some other paintings, we went back to my room. There was a cart with food and a note.

Dearest,

I told people you felt indisposed and didn’t want to be bothered until tomorrow noon.

It’s not the first time a sheikah has to cover for her liege, so don’t worry and have fun.

Love,

Impaz’

The message made me smile. I am so grateful for her.

‘We can do as we please for the rest of the day… and night’, I informed him.

Link’s eyes lit up at my words.

‘We can sleep together again! Or keep chatting in front of the fireplace ‘till we fall doze off!, he enthusiastically proposed.

‘As you wish’, I told him, ‘I am good with all of your ideas’.

‘Alright, then, love’, he huffed, ‘wait for me, I’ll go to my room and be back in fifteen’.

He dashed through the mirror door.

I took that time to undo and brush my hair, the loose braid making soft waves on the ends of my hair. As I untangled some strands, the mirror door suddenly opened, and Link - or what appeared to be him under a duvet and pillows - came out of it.

‘Put on your nightie, love’ he ordered, head popping underneath, ‘We’re making a pillow fort tonite!’

‘I have absolutely no idea of what that is’, I answered quite puzzled. ‘Care to explain?’

‘You have never made a pillow fort?’, Link was outraged at my statement. ‘What did you do as a kid?’

‘Study to prepare myself to be the Queen of this land’, I explained, ‘or as I like to describe it, the most non-traditional upbringing ever’.

‘Over-the-top uncommon, for sure, love’. He threw the bundle of bedding on the carpet. He was wearing pajamas already. ‘Go get changed, quick!’

I started taking off my dress behind a divider screen - he might know my body now, but struggling to take off a corset and petticoats on your own is quite… unromantic. Once free from restraints, I put on a lovely white nightdress with thin straps, and a matching robe. Not precisely the most cozy garment, but my intention was to look attractive. As I came closer, his face blushed more and more.

‘Holy Three, what did I do to deserve this?’, he gasped. ‘You look beautiful’.

I just chuckled at his compliment and looked away, then proceeding to build the pillow fort - which is basically camping on your own room, but fun. We brought food and all bundled up in front of the fireplace, we continued our little question game.

‘First kiss’, he started. ‘There is no way you are such a good kisser out of nowhere’.

‘I was sixteen’, I answered. ‘Milena, a girl from court, taught me’.

‘You kissed a girl?!’, he almost yelled.

‘It is a perfectly normal thing, alright?’, I explained him, ‘She was the only friend I had for a while’.

‘What happened to her?’, Link asked, ‘Just curious’.

‘She married, later died during childbirth’, I remembered with sorrow, ‘She was seventeen and a half; so young. Her baby survived though, which is a good thing, despite the grim outcome’.

Link shuddered. ‘I’m sorry’.

My father died soon after she did. It was not a good year at all. 

And then the Twilight came. Not good at all, absolutely.

‘Let us move on to happier matters’, I changed the subject. ‘Your first kiss’.

‘You’.

Now, I was surprised.

‘I told ya I was an innocent country bumpkin’, he said sheepishly, ‘You took my innocence’.

‘Cut it out, you silly pumpkin’  - I pushed him playfully - ‘do not act so childish, you are a grown man through and through!’

‘I don’t think of anyone more perfect than you for the purpose anyway’, he commented, ‘so I can’t complain’.

He rested his head on my lap, arms wrapped around my hips. His posture was positively feline, which elicited a small chuckle from me. I stroked his hair gently, and his eyelids slowly started to close.

‘I wish we could stay like this forever’, he snuggled against my lap, ‘I know we can’t, but we should do this often; I liked it’.

I just hummed affirmatively.

He mumbled something else, and fell swiftly asleep.

I should do the same probably, to enjoy our remaining hours together free of the hassle of formalities, reveling in being wrapped in his warm embrace.

Yours,

Zelda


P.S.: I have run out of pages on this notebook! This is perhaps the last entry on this one. It is certainly metaphorical.

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A/N: Here’s the fluff! I’m sorry it’s a bit delayed. Enjoy it. And remember, a dose of smut is due on Sunday.

anonymous asked:

Hey, i saw you give fic recommendations to that one person. I didn't know you did that (Maybe I'm just an idiot??) Do you know any good Non-AU MikaYuu works? As much as I love MikaYuu fanfics, it's like finding a needle in a haystack sometimes tbh (I mean one time I ran into a fanfiction that was Mika x His child self. I was actually concerned for the author's mental state. Mind you it was rated explicit...)

Haha you’re definitely not. Feel free to ask me for fic recs.

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heavydirtysoul theory time

 okay so…

my first thought was that tyler is actually in a car at the start of the video. he’s on the road to somewhere (i’m still trying to figure out where but i’d love to hear your theories) and he spaces out and then there’s josh. if we’re talking about linking this to heathens (i felt this was important, you can read my heathens theory here) he’s thinking of his dead friend josh, his guardian angel. he’s out of prison and maybe he’s on his way home, who knows. but he’s thinking of josh.

josh has yellow hair and tyler had been wearing a yellow jacket in the heathens video where it sort of represented his freedom of being able to perform with josh. (i’m not saying josh dyed his hair because of this, it’s just a random thought) so at the start you have josh standing in the middle of the road with his eyes closed as if he’s bracing himself for something (impact from a car maybe? is that a possible metaphor for his death in tyler’s head?) and after the shot of the car at what looks like either dawn or dusk josh kind of jerks awake which make me wonder if he was actually unconsiously standing there or if something did impact him but we couldn’t see it (or maybe it could be from relief that he’s still alive and standing there?) 

the car swerving with tyler inside makes me think about how wayward tyler’s thoughts may be and how unstable they might be as well? also i’m wondering how the back wheel came off, i’m looking at tyler’s window and it looks like it had bullet holes in it??? correct me if i’m wrong but is someone trying to drag tyler out of his subconscious?? (also another thing when the camera pans out of the car, the dents and black spots on the window aren’t visible at all. this leads me to believe that to people looking in tyler’s mind isn’t being attacked but from his perspective it is.)

the fact that josh is still drumming away in the middle of the road is because he is unafraid either because 1. he’s already dead, nothing can hurt him or 2. he trusts tyler not to hurt him. (also the blurryface logo is being lit on fire so i’m assuming it signals the end of the blurryface era but…) 

the hood of the car engine is somehow ripped off and it looks as if someone is tearing away pieces of tyler’s metaphorical mind palace (or in this case car) tyler mimics josh drumming and that makes me want to link this to heathen where we assumed josh was dead. 

josh drumming on a flaming drum set also could be him fighting his anxiety which is steadily growing out of control? also, josh appears more than once on the road, another reason why he could possibly be dead and this is all in tyler’s head. i’m questioning if tyler’s mind is going in circles because we see the same overpass twice. (right after this we pass it again)

next up BLURRYFACE IS DRIVING THE CAR YALL so i guess he didn’t die which is worrying. does that mean tyler is not okay? in later shots there’s no one driving which is kinda what it must feel like for tyler when his mind derails and he has no control over where he’s going. 

we pass the overpass for a fourth time (his mind is definitely reeling) the doors start dropping off one by one, starting with the one beside the driver’s seat so i’m wondering if blurry jumped out of the car first. the car doors falling is very reminiscent of mental walls being torn down. in other words someone is really hacking away at tyler’s mind. (it might be josh because each time he hits the drums a door falls off or he could be freeing tyler’s mind) by this time the car has been stripped bare and in case yall haven’t noticed the black paint is back on tyler’s neck and hands after it’s brief absence in heathens. when he steps forward to the front of the car it’s as if he’s taking control of his instability and he’s the one driving now. he knows where to go. the scenery starts to get darker and darker. 

we pass josh a forth time as the car is lit on fire and that signals whoever it is trying to destroy tyler’s mind throwing in their last cards and wrecking his ‘mind palace/car’ so tyler steps off and joins josh. (the white socks are back) it’s significant when the car explodes because right after tyler asks us to save his heavy dirty soul. he’s pleading for help because his mind is in shambles. after all this we are shown tyler sitting in the car with his eyes closed and this is why i believe all this is happening in his head. 

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Horizon Zero Dawn FFXV AU because why not. I honestly just needed some me-time doodles after being buried in math for more than a week.

Noct, Ignis and Gladio are part of the same tribe when they come along Prompto freaking out among the dead of his former tribe and set out to figure wtf happened and shit. It was probably definitely Ardyn’s fault.

Noct’s sword is actually Lightning’s switchblade sword which I’ve always fancied.

anyway, picking out colors is hard. *rolls away*

That One Time Kara Visited Charm City

Fandom: Supergirl/Powerless
Rating: K+
Summary: What it says on the tin, folks. *points to title*
A/N: Ridiculous nonsense, as per usual. Spoilers for Powerless and Supergirl. 

Meanwhile, in scenic CHARM CITY…

Van Wayne has a brilliant idea.

“No, really,” Emily says, shortly after Van holsters his finger guns and retreats to his office. “This might actually be a great idea.”

“He stole it from Lex Corp,” Jackie says, taking a languid sip of coffee. (Black and bitter, much like her feelings for this job.) “Oh. Sorry. L-Corp.”

“So pretentious,” Teddy mutters.

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Stumped

A/N: An anon request where the reader is in awe of Spencer and his big brain, and they just talk about random things and the reader listens to Spence spout all kinds of facts. Honestly, I would consider this some crack fic XD It’s about absolutely nothing and was a lot of fun to write. @coveofmemories

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“Did you know that the U.S. isn’t actually the lead producer of tomatoes? It’s actually China. The U.S. and India are second and third respectively. In addition to that, there are over 7,500 varieties of tomatoes grown around the world,” Spencer said with a wide smile.

This was pretty much your daily routine with Spencer. Sit down during lunch and listen to him ramble off any random fact he could think of. Except it wasn’t actually random. At the moment, you happened to be eating a turkey sandwich on wheat bread with lettuce, tomato, onions and some basil mayonnaise. You’d been oohing and ahhing over its deliciousness for the past 10 minutes. “How do you know all of this random information?” you asked for the first time today. You couldn’t count the amount of times you’d actually asked him that question. It’s just that he knew everything - like actually everything.

Spencer shrugged, his shoulder-length hair framing his face as he laughed. “I don’t know. I just learned things along the way. Helps when you have an eidetic memory.”

“But like…the biggest producers of tomatoes?” you laughed. “How do you just come across that?” You should ask him for a fact about each of the pieces of your sandwich - because he’d probably know one. 

As Garcia passed by the desk and commented on the delicious-looking nature of your sandwich, you listened as Spencer did in fact, ramble about the various ingredients you were ingesting. “You wanna bite, babe?” you asked her. “It’s amazing. The basil mayonnaise makes it.”

“Oh my god,” she groaned, practically having a foodgasm on your desk. “This is amazing.” She swallowed the enormous bite she took and turned toward Spencer. “What were you loves talking about? I don’t want to go back to my office just yet.”

“Actually,” Spencer started, “I was just telling Y/N about the role of onions in English folklore.”

“Onions in English f…” Garcia trailed off. “What?”

See, it was this kind of thing that had you fascinated by him. It was amazing to you that someone could hold so much random knowledge in their head and yet also have the intelligence to do the job that they did. He was an enigma; and one of your best friends. “So Spence, what is the role of onions in English folklore.”

“In old English folklore, the thickness of an onion skin can help predict the severity of the winter. Thin skin predicts a mild winter, while a thick skin indicates a rough winter is coming,” he said proudly, flashing an even brighter smile when Garcia’s mouth hung open in confusion. 

You started snorting as you finished the rest of your sandwich. “What’s so funny?” they both asked.

“You just made a Game of Thrones reference. Did you realize that?” you said, watching as it dawned on him. You watched the show together for 10 lovely weeks a year. “Okay, Boy Genius, knower of all things. Tell me, a Game of Thrones fangirl, something I don’t know about Game of Thrones.”

Spencer hesitated, rubbing his chin as he tried to think of something about the show that you might now know. “Did you know that there is a real life equivalent to Valyrian steel?”

“Yes, actually I did,” you laughed, leaning back in your chair and challenging him to come up with something better. “It’s called Damascus steel, which was developed in India and the Middle East.”

Garcia look your way in awe. “You’re a geek too?”

“We’re all geeks, love. You, me, Spence, Prentiss, even Morgan. Go ahead, Spence. Try again,” you challenged.

He sat back, staring between you and Garcia and trying his best to think of something that might stump you, which is why you couldn’t believe what he came up with. One of your Ph.D.’s was in medicine. “Greyscale is a lot like a real life disease.”

“Amateur move, Pretty Boy. I have a Ph.D. in medicine. It’s based off leprosy,” you said. “Three strikes and you’re out.”

Leaning back in his chair, Spencer took his time answering you for a third time. “Okay, one more. Did you know that the actor who played Viserys and actress who played Talisa Stark are both relatives of an extremely famous actor and an equally famous author?”

That had you intrigued. You knew a whole lot about the cast. “Really? Who? And goo job figuring out something I don’t know about the show.”

“The guy who played Viserys is the great-great grandson of Charles Dickens and Oona Chaplin, who played Talisa, is the descendant of Charlie Chaplin. I got you. Ha!” he exclaimed, pumping his fists up in the air. “Tomorrow at lunch, it is your job to stump me.”