it must be the most annoying thing they both deal with wow

The 3 Elements of a FLAWED Character

You know that moment when you find an old notebook, and you start reading the story you were writing years ago, and after about one page…  

And then after a few more paragraphs … 

This has happened to me several times. On every occasion I want to curl up in a small box and wait until everyone forgets I was ever a writer. And every time, no matter which old story it is, what sends me crawling into that box is the same thing: the main character. Even after I had learned to incorporate empathetic qualities into my heroes (as listed in the last post), my protagonists were still deeply annoying – if not more unbearable than before. 

Why? What made them this way? They had winningly empathetic traits! Were they terrible people still? No, and that was the problem. They were perfect. Smart. Noble. Brave. They had dazzling martial arts skills. They loved people and people loved them. They were Chosen in some way and destined for greatness. Angst-plagued though, of course. They were tragic little heroes, misunderstood and abused, driven by the desire to vanquish all who caused them suffering.  

I could’ve composed a Gaston-like song enumerating their virtues and sorrows. 

And the only thing that would’ve made them more punchable is if they did use antlers in all of their decorating.

Characters can’t be completely likable. Yes, they must possess strengths that win the reader’s empathy, but without an equal amount of flaws … they can’t function. If they’re not flawed, they shouldn’t be the main character. Story is about someone changing, for better or worse. Under the surface, all good stories are about this process of human growth or decline. So if a hero is perfect from the beginning, there’s nowhere they need to go. And consequently, there’s no reason for a reader to follow. 

The inclination to follow a story is begun with interest in the premise, of course – but it is locked in when empathy occurs, when we begin to care – the moment the reader transposes their own external and internal lives onto a character’s life. A process which starts when a reader recognizes a shared something between themselves and the hero. Sometimes, this is a goal or strength or situation. And sometimes, it’s a flaw. We meet a character that is weak in the same way we are, and a strong internal connection is born between the reader’s life and the life on the page. On a deep level we’re thinking “This person is like me. What happens to them? How do they deal with it?” And because of this connection based on what is lacking in our lives, we want to live the story, see how it ends, and find out how the main character – who is just like us – reached that ending. Because it’s our lives we’re reading about, and if we play it out in advance, maybe we can reach a positive ending too. 

So! In what way should a main character be FLAWED? 

1) Weak in a way that only hurts themselves. 

Let’s call these MIND.

2) Flawed in a way that hurts others. 

Let’s call these MORAL.

The most realistic – and most compelling – characters have both types.  

And if a character has these flaws, the story must be steering them towards what they NEED to overcome them. The main character needs to learn something, a truth, a new way to live. This is the theme of the story. Theme is a statement the story seeks to prove, to the main character and the reader, about how to live a better life. It’s the solution to whatever moral and mental conundrum they’re facing. So … 

3) The SOLUTION to their moral and mental weaknesses. 

How does that work? To illustrate, let’s look at Stitch and Alexander Hamilton. (What a combination.) 

STITCH

Moral: He’s destructive. Violent. Rude. Vindictive.  Manipulative. Enjoys the suffering of his enemies.

 And in general, pushes everyone and everything away.  

Mind: Despite his violent ways, he yearns to belong, and senses that he can’t.

He believes he’s alone, he’s unlovable, he’s monstrous, he’s never had a family and never will – he’s lost, like the Ugly Duckling. He’s missing a family he’s never had.  

Solution: He just needs to start treating people like family to be accepted into one. 

HAMILTON

Moral: He’s selfish. (“Be careful with that one love, he will do what it takes to survive.”) He’s arrogant. He’s self-centered. (Think of the entirety of Burn.) And in his obsessive journey to succeed, he pushes everyone out of his path.  

Mind: He has a fixation on death, on time running out, which drives his manic desire to achieve. (“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.) He’s insecure. ("Graduate in two and join the revolution. He looked at me like I was stupid. I’m not stupid.”) 

Solution: Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story? Eliza tells his story. Hamilton’s goal throughout the story is a legacy; he strives to achieve this immortality in any way possible, even if it means neglecting his loved ones, or even ruining their lives. He needs to learn that his loved ones are enough. Eliza is enough. And through her, he will live on. 

What would have happened if they weren’t flawed? The stories would have been boring. What would have happened if their flaws had been treated like attributes that didn’t have to change? The stories would have ceased to be. Progress couldn’t happen, because by accepting the status quo of their mental and moral states, we’re refusing the call to adventure outright. They’d just exist in the same state they were in the setup, stagnant, somewhat lifeless. Flawed characters must motor towards that NEED, or solution, that will save their lives. 

(I realize this “need” element is rather vague, so it’ll get its own post.)  

But in conclusion, this balance of strengths and flaws – and how this fictional person deals with the adventure they’re thrown into – is what makes a main character compelling, empathetic, and real. 

So when I unearth a notebook years in the future, containing one of stories I’m writing now, maybe the main character won’t make me feel like this:

Maybe it’ll even be like this: 

And best of all, maybe one of those characters will make a reader somewhere feel understood and helped and not alone. Wow. That would be amazing.

Well, there’s my writing motivation for today. I’m going to go make my main character more of a lovable jerk.

Fake Dating Series; Woozi/Jihoon

- “CUT!”
- you and jihoon sigh after hearing that word for the tenth time that day
- you turn to jihoon and say “geez, can’t you act properly? you’re delaying everything” and jihoon answers back “says the one who can’t even remember their lines”
- you take a step forward and glare “why you—”
- the director screams “CAN WE AT LEAST GET THROUGH A WHOLE SCENE WITHOUT YOU TWO ARGUING WITH EACH OTHER?”
- you and jihoon are both really popular k-drama actors
- but the thing is
- you both hate each other
- you’re known as the rivals of the acting industry
- jihoon is known for nailing the lead part—he has that natural, cold stare that makes his acting seem so effortless; he’s the number one pick if any producer needs the typical calm and collected ceo
- meanwhile you’re known for nailing the lead as well—in contrast to jihoon, you’re naturally warm and charming; you’re the number one pick for the goofy and dorky childhood-friend type
- opposite roles, but the same frustration towards each other
- you’re both constantly fighting to beat each other in any k-drama nomination
- best performance, drama of the year, best first/second lead, fan favorite
- you’re always tied no matter what and it frustrates you to no end
- the director throws the script on the floor out of anger when you and jihoon start arguing again, and he says “THAT’S IT, I’VE HAD ENOUGH”
- you and jihoon silently look up at the director who continues “if we can’t even get through the first episode, i don’t even want to think about the next fifteen. i think i’m going to have to change the cast”
- you and jihoon scream “WHAT?!” at the same time
- the director says “what choice do i have? i know you’re both two of the best actors out there, but you guys can’t even pretend to like each other”
- he walks back to his chair and motions you both to walk over to him
- when you do, he rewinds the scene on the camera and says “watch this”
- it’s one of the scenes you both managed to complete earlier, and he’s right…. the acting looks so fake and forced…..
- everything is fake of course, but…. the point of a light-hearted romance drama is for the leads to at least look like they like each other to give viewers hope for love….
- when the video ends, the director says “how stupid of me to hire two actors who hate each other…. i’ll have to think hard about this decision. let’s just take a quick lunch break”
- when he and the rest of the staff start making their way towards the cafeteria, jihoon grabs your wrist and says “come with me”
- you try to escape from his grasp, but he’s surprisingly strong
- jihoon takes you to the roof of the studio and says “okay, i’ll get straight to the point. i don’t like you, and you don’t like me.”
- you say “clearly.”
- he continues “but i know for a fact that you don’t want to lose this role, and neither do i.” you bite your lip as you say “what are you thinking?”
- he says “i’m thinking….. we pretend to date.”
- silence
- you scream “WHAT?!”
- jihoon asks “do you want to keep this job or not?” and you say “of course i do but date YOU? even if it’s just pretend, i—”
- he cuts you off and says “you do realize that if we do actually get cut off, word will spread and our reputations would go down, right? who’d want to hire two actors who got replaced because they couldn’t perform their job properly?”
- you gulp as you think of all the consequences, and you lower your head in defeat and say “…..fine. fake dating?”
- jihoon nods “only until we’ve convinced the director enough to keep us. we’ll just tell everyone here that we were pretending to hate each other this whole time because we wanted to keep our relationship a secret”
- you say “alright. but once this drama’s over, we’re over.” and jihoon says “we’ll be separated before you even know it.”
- he also adds “alright, when we go downstairs and tell everyone that we’re “dating”, you better put on your BEST acting to make this work, got it?”
- you furrows your brows and say “um, you have to put on your best acting too, you know? i’m pretty sure the director wasn’t only talking to me.”
- jihoon says “fine, we have to put on our best acting. we have one chance to pull this off. one mistake and our careers are over.”
- you say “just knowing that we never have to speak again after this is enough motivation for me.”
- jihoon asks “so do we have a deal?” and you say “deal.”
- you and jihoon shake hands to make it official and then head back downstairs to deliver the news
- when the staff returns after their quick lunch break, you and jihoon approach the director warily, and you clear your throat to get his attention
- the director turns to you both and asks “is there anything you need before we try filming one last time?” and jihoon says “actually, there’s something we need to tell you”
- he then grabs your hand and you almost reflexively slap his hand away, but you somehow manage to stop yourself and put on a smile
- jihoon holds your hands up and says “we’re dating.”
- the whole studio goes dead silent….. and you’re internally panicking because NO WAY is this going to work???
- first, you’re going to get fired from your roles, then you’re going to get called a liar, then—
- the director cries “YOU’RE DATING?!” while the rest of the production team gasps or start talking among themselves
- jihoon nods his head and smoothly lies “we have been for a while now.”
- the director asks “then…. why couldn’t you two even get through a whole scene without arguing?”
- you quickly blurt out “it’s to keep this whole rivalry thing up! we’re already known for hating each other, there would be suspicions if we suddenly got along in front of you all. but now you know. please give us another chance to prove that we can nail these roles.”
- the director says “oh! yes, please go ahead, i’m really looking forward to seeing genuine love for this episode!”
- you and jihoon nod and walk over to the scene and you take a deep breath, telling yourself over and over that you can do this
- when someone claps the slate, you push away (most of) your hatred for him and recite your lines with the BEST of your ability, and jihoon does as well because your careers are on the line and no way are you going to let it slip right through your fingers
- your smile however remains as fake as it can get…. hopefully, they all fall for it
- when the scene ends, the staff gets up on their feet and claps as the director exclaims “well done!! it seems we picked the right cast after all!! let’s keep it up, shall we?”
- you and jihoon look at each other and smile weakly
- this is going to be a long day
- when the director yells the final “CUT!” of the day, you and jihoon let out a sigh of relief because it was so hard NOT to start an argument with each other, so hard NOT to make any nasty comments about one another
- the staff thanks you for your hard work and you and jihoon walk away side by side, but when you both walk out of the building, you both look at each other and simultaneously say “i hate you” before walking off in different directions
- it can take many days to finish filming for just ONE episode, so you’re stuck with jihoon for so many hours a day, especially when you both have to wait until nighttime to film a night scene
- and it’s the same thing every time, nasty jabs at each other when you’re alone, but lovebirds when you’re in front of the film crew
- saying “i hate you” to each other before leaving for the day becomes a habit
- you both just want to make it clear that you will ALWAYS hate each other no matter what
- but you do…. notice a slight change in jihoon ever since you’ve started this whole fake dating thing
- you don’t miss the smirks he makes whenever he sends an insult your way, or the little smile that spreads across his face after rolling his eyes at something you said
- they’re little things you definitely noticed….. but you’re almost one-hundred percent sure they don’t mean anything
- almost
- one day, after getting your styling done, you walk into the studio to begin the filming of the third episode and your face contorts in confusion when you see a really tall guy talking to the director
- and when he turns around….. your heart does a flip because it’s famous actor KIM MINGYU
- the director spots you behind mingyu and waves you over, and you nearly faint when mingyu looks down and smiles at you
- you shyly look away from mingyu as your director says “you must know kim mingyu, right? he’s going to be playing the second lead, or your second love interest”
- your heart swells with joy when mingyu holds out a hand and says “i’m really looking forward to working with you!! your acting is one of the best” and you shake his hand while thanking him
- when jihoon walks into the studio and sees you interacting with kim mingyu, he quickly notices the light dusting of pink on your cheeks
- and he suddenly gets this weird feeling in his chest
- he’s not sure what it is
- the director spots jihoon and tells him to come over, and mingyu, friendly as he is, says “lee jihoon!! i’m REALLY excited to work alongside you!!”
- jihoon flatly says “right. let’s work hard.” and mingyu grins “wow, you really ARE fit for the role of the cold first lead!!”
- the director says that they’re going to start filming you and mingyu’s scenes, and the first one is of mingyu joking around with you to try to get you to smile again after you’ve had a misunderstanding with the first lead
- when the staff claps the slate….. you and mingyu get right to it
- and it’s absolutely perfect
- the whole staff is in awe at how NATURAL the whole scene looks…. it’s like they’re capturing a real-life moment, and not two actors working together
- jihoon bitterly watches from the side as you and mingyu run around the scene, teasing each other and making each other laugh
- but the thing that annoys him the most…. is your smile
- it’s so genuine
- you’ve never smiled at him like that
- but somehow, you can at kim mingyu, someone who you’ve only started working with MINUTES ago
- he tells himself that you guys are rivals, of course you wouldn’t smile at him like that…… but he just can’t seem to shrug it off
- when it gets to you and jihoon’s scenes, you’re still really smiley after having filmed such a fun and light-hearted scene with mingyu
- and you unknowingly cast a few glances past jihoon, and he knows…. you’re looking at mingyu
- after a long day of filming, mingyu runs over to you and laughs “you okay? you look like you’re about to fall over any second now”
- you cry “i’m STARVING” and he says “oh i know this REALLY good restaurant nearby that serves huge potions at a cheap price!! do you want to go try it out with me?”
- your eyes light up and you’re just about to say yes, when someone suddenly grabs your wrist and says “sorry. they already have dinner plans with me.”
- you turn to the sound of the voice, your eyes widening when you see that it’s jihoon who said that
- he continues “if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be going now.”
- he drags you away while you look back at mingyu, who’s watching you both go with confusion written all over his face
- jihoon doesn’t let go of your wrist and he keeps walking, while you shout “hey!! that hurts!! and where are you taking me??”
- without turning to you, he says “didn’t you hear? i’m taking you out to dinner.”
- your face softens at his words as you say “wh-what? you were serious?” and all he says is “i know this great place.”
- you and jihoon walk out of the building, and he takes you to a little restaurant, now empty considering the late time
- jihoon seems to know the kind old man behind the counter, and he chose a good spot since you’d both be able to eat in peace without anyone attacking you both for autographs
- you both sit on one of the tables and you ask “and why do i have to be here?” and jihoon replies “we’re dating, if you’ve forgotten”
- you say “yeah, but not for real?? i would’ve loved to try that new restaurant with mingyu…..”
- and there it is again; that slight pang in jihoon’s chest
- he picks up the menu and holds it up to hide his jealous face as he says “you seem to be getting along great with mingyu.”
- your face lights up as you exclaim “you know those scenes we filmed together?? i really WAS laughing!! he’s so funny!!”
- jihoon says “i see.”
- you grin “i really can’t wait to film with him again tomorrow!!”
- and there it is again, that genuine smile on your face, that smile that only appeared when you started talking about mingyu
- jihoon stays silent for a while before saying “don’t… smile at him like that.”
- he lays down the menu and looks you in the eyes, his expression blank, but his eyes…. desperate?
- before you could react or say anything, the waiter slides over to your table and asks “what can i get you two?”
- jihoon orders first, and you clumsily order afterwards because his words really caught you by surprise
- when the waiter leaved, you want to bring it up again, but you fear it might make things awkward, so the rest of the dinner…. is spent in silence
- after paying for your meals, jihoon walks you to the bus stop and silently waits with you until your bus comes…. he may “hate” you, but it’s late at night and no way was he going to leave you all alone
- unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you ask “jihoon, what did you say earlier? about smiling at mingyu?”
- despite the darkness, you can see a hint of pink on his cheeks and he quietly says “do you think you can… smile like that for me instead?”
- your eyes widen at his answer, but the bus suddenly stops in front of you to let you in, and you have no time to think of a response
- the doors close and you choose a spot next to the window, watching jihoon turn around to start heading for his building
- you look down at your lap and clench your fists over them, asking yourself “smile for him…?”
- you walk into the studio the next day, and you jump in surprise when you turn the corner and see jihoon stand right there
- you exclaim “hey, you jerk! you scared me—!”
- jihoon cuts you off “forget about what i said yesterday.”
- you say “what?” and he says “i wasn’t thinking, just forget about it” and he walks away before you could say anything else to him
- mingyu watches the scene from a distance and he smirks at the interaction because he knows there’s something there….. something neither of you can see yet
- after filming all day, mingyu decides to try again
- he runs up to you and asks “(name)!! since we couldn’t eat there yesterday, do you want to go today?”
- you’re just about to say yes, but when you catch jihoon looking your way, you smile at mingyu and say “sorry, mingyu. i have plans again with jihoon tonight.”
- jihoon’s eyes widen at your words, and you walk over to him, waving goodbye to mingyu, who waves back with a grin
- jihoon asks “plans?” and you say “yup. where are you going to take me today?”
- dates aren’t very frequent actually, but when you do go on one together, jihoon always manages to find the best places to eat
- dinner dates, lunch dates, coffee dates—neither of you officially call it a date when you go out, but you do consider it one
- you’re on your sixth date with jihoon (not that you’re counting), and you’re both playing twenty questions while sitting on the bench of the bus stop, waiting for your bus to come along
- “favorite meal?”
- jihoon makes a thinking pose, and then says “spicy ramyeon and jajangmyeon mixed together. favorite group?”
- you quickly answer “seventeen. favorite drink?”
- he says “coffee, hands down. what’s yours?”
- after telling him your favorite, your bus comes into view, and slows down to stop right in front of you
- like always, you get inside the bus, and jihoon calls your name before the doors close
- when you turn to him, he looks right at you, smirks, and says “i hate you.”
- you respond by huffing and saying “yeah? i hate you more, jerk.”
- date after date, you learn more and more things about jihoon, and even with all the insults and teasing, you can’t help but replay the entire date before bed
- you’re about thirteen episodes into the drama when you notice something wrong
- you’re on the bus after eating dinner with jihoon, and while looking out the window, thinking about the whole day, you realize…..
- the “i hate you”s you and jihoon used to tell each other
- they stopped
- you’re unable to focus on acting the next day, and you get scolded several times by the director for either being too distracted, or for forgetting your lines
- out of frustration, the director says “OKAY, let’s take a quick break so some of you can wake up. this is a really important episode, and we can’t have anyone screwing it up” and you drop you head in shame because you know he’s talking about you
- you walk back to your changing room and glare at yourself in the mirror because WHY CAN’T YOU ACT WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU
- you walk out after calming yourself down, but when you turn the corner, you accidentally bump into jihoon
- you groan “ugh, don’t tell me you’re here to insult me. alright, i did horribly, i know already—”
- in the middle of your sentence, jihoon holds up a bottle of your favorite drink, making you stop what you were saying
- you carefully take it in your hands and after some silence, you say “…it’s poisoned, isn’t it?”
- he rolls his eyes and says “definitely. not like i ran two blocks down just to get it for you.”
- your face softens and you ask “did you…. really?” and he nods his head and looks away, saying “i don’t know if something’s on your mind, or if you’re just really tired, but….. i hope this helps you feel better somehow.”
- you look down at the drink in your hands, and you clutch it tightly before looking up at your rival
- “jihoon.”
- “what?”
- “…thank you.”
- jihoon slowly turns to face you, and you…. give him one of your best smiles
- you softly say “thank you… really. it’s something so small, but it means a lot.”
- and jihoon can feel his face grow warm, but he just turns away and says “quit making a big deal out of it. it’s just a drink.”
- you say “but you remembered.”
- and he walks away without another word, leaving you smiling to yourself
- you go back to filming, and everything goes well for the rest of the evening, and even when mingyu smiles at you, it can’t compare to the smile you gave jihoon earlier
- you and jihoon don’t have a date planned for tonight, so as usual, you both walk out of the building together
- just as you’re about to go your separate ways, you both tell each other your goodbyes, and since it bugged you so much after realizing it…. you decide to try saying it again
- jihoon turns around and starts heading for his building, when you call out to him “lee jihoon!”
- he turns around and says “what?”
- you say “i hate you.”
- you’re expecting him to say “i hate you” back. you’re expecting at least a roll of the eyes, or maybe a scoff, or even a string of insults
- but you get none of those
- instead, jihoon looks you right in the eyes, and softly says
- “i know.”
- it’s the day before the final filming of the last episode, and you’re hanging out with jihoon one last time, on the same roof the deal was first made
- you say “i guess it ends right where it started, huh?”
- jihoon doesn’t say anything, so you take this as him being tired from all the filming and going on dates with you behind scenes
- your heart aches as you think “yeah… it must be hard pretending you love someone you hate.”
- because these past few weeks with jihoon have surprisingly been so fun
- the dates after work, the insults behind scenes but heart eyes on scene, the talks at the bus stop, just everything….. it’s all over now
- get up and say “i’m going to leave first, okay? we have a busy day tomorrow. good night, jihoon.”
- but as you’re walking towards the door, you suddenly feel a hand grab your wrist desperately
- you turn to jihoon with wide eyes, and with a firm gaze, he says
- “i… don’t want it to end yet.”
- you say “what are you saying?”
- he lets go of your wrist and walks closer to you, and just before his lips could touch yours, he whispers “i hate you.”
- and he closes the gap between you two
- the kiss is clumsy and slow, but…. it’s everything you could ever want, and it’s so hard to believe that just weeks ago, you were enemies
- when you both pull away, you intertwine your fingers together and say “i hate you too, jihoon.”
- the next day, you and jihoon both walk into the studio with love-struck smiles on your faces, ready to film the last few scenes of the final episode
- you go straight to filming the confession scene, and when jihoon says the line “i love you.”
- you look into his eyes and softly say “i love you too.”
- the director says “CUT! (name), that’s not your line.”
- you laugh, eyes kept locked with jihoon’s as you answer “my bad. let me try that again.”

Haikyuu!! Chapter 266: Cats vs Monkeys

It takes me a while to understand the title until I remember the team Nekoma is facing is Sarukawa, Saru as in Monkey. OMG. How many animal-named teams we’ll encounter in the Nationals? Though admittedly it’s a good cheat, Furudate-sensei will have endless inspiration to take in giving names to the teams.

That said, it’s such a dream come true. I still can’t believe that we’re having more Nekoma-centric chapters. Poor @multifandomsfujoshi bears the brunt of my enthusiasm when I realize the absolute gem this chapter is. We’re yelling quite a lot too XDD.

In this chapter we’ve got more insight into Kenma’s mind and particularly Kenma’s first year. Yes, you read that right, we’re seeing young Nekoma’s second year trio!

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Kenma has found his own way to deal with troublesome things (read: physical activity)

Fukunaga speaks!!!… In puns??!!!! And laughs at his own jokes?? That’s… adorable???

Yamamoto is very much like Tanaka. No wonder they get along so well. He doesn’t know how to hold back, either. He also has good self-awareness to know what he does wrong.

Surprisingly, or not, Yamamoto and Kenma get along like cats and dogs, well, I don’t think that’s the best description. They’re just like cats that don’t get along.

That it takes water to stop them from fighting. Seriously, water.

That’s exactly what I do to fighting cats in my neighborhood in order to get them to stop and scramble. It’s the only way I (and Gretta) know, and it makes us laugh out loud at the solution Fukunaga comes up with.

It also kinda surprises me how loud and forceful Kenma can be when he’s annoyed as hell. It looks like a rare occurrence, and whether it’s coincidence or not, Kuroo is likely to be the last person Kenma raised his voice at. 

(Kuroo’s face though)

Pfft. It looks like Fukunaga has resorted to having buckets of water around in the case of Kenma and Yamamoto arguing. Honestly, I didn’t expect to find the two second years to be such troublemakers. They’re like Nekoma’s Kageyama and Hinata.

Back to the match!

I must admit I was getting worried. I have no idea what Nekoma’s going to do when they’re obviously targeting Kenma.

When you see Nekomata smile like that you know sh*t’s going down.

OMG. O. M. G.

Kuroo’s just…. Kuroo’s just jumped to cut off the ball’s trajectory?

That’s just… that’s just. WOW.

(lemme just pick my jaw up from the floor)

It’s the second time when Nekoma and their characteristic are mentioned, it is Kuroo who’s shown, not Kenma. Remember this iconic panel?

I think… despite being the brain, Kenma is not the embodiment of Nekoma’s flexibility.

It is Kuroo.

Of all Nekoma players, Kuroo is the most versatile player. He can do both offense and defense. He’s a force to reckon with whether he’s at the front or at the back. In this match, he’s the first to adapt to the situation, showing the rest of the team how to.

This is the kind of captain Kuroo is, he’s the captain who leads by example, by becoming the embodiment of Nekoma. He’s aware of Kenma’s weakness, and instead of forcing him to change, he’s the one who changes to adjust and support the brain of Nekoma.

Honestly, this chapter is such an eye-opener to see what kind of captain Kuroo actually is and why he is the captain.

Yaku is really like Suga, who’s not above stirring up problem himself and finding entertainment in his kouhai’s shenanigans. Kai is similar to Asahi that he’s not a forceful personality, which leaves Kuroo to maintain order in the team. It takes Kuroo leaving for few minutes for the first years get in trouble. It reminds me of that meme where the guy carrying box of pizza only to find the room burning. It looks like Kuroo suffers as much as Daichi.

No wonder why Kuroo’s the obvious choice for captain.

  1. He has the respect of his kouhais even when he’s only second year himself and not the captain yet (and somehow Yamamoto knows how close Kenma is to Kuroo)
  2. Kenma listens to him, which leads to his attempt to talk to Yamamoto, however badly it turns out. 
  3. He can be damn scary and observant. Look at the face he’s making as he yells at Kenma, and how the hell he notice that Kenma’s slacking off? No wonder Tsukishima develops so quickly under his tutelage, Kuroo is a good teacher. He’s not laid back at all.
  4. He is in the same wavelength with Nekomata. I don’t think it’s just Nekomata’s thoughts when it happens to show Kuroo’s back.

Things are getting interesting. Looking forward to see what Nekoma comes up with.

BONUS: 

Nekoma’s first years getting along (and Lev learning so seriously and earnestly)

anonymous asked:

i really love your scenarios!!! they literally always put me in such a good mood when i read them like i cant stop smiling???? anyways i was wondering if u could do a friends to lovers au for vixx's hongbin 💕

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  • you and hongbin became super close because you work at the same company,,,you’re kinda like cubical buds 
  • always peeking over the edge to ask what’s up with the other person, what the office drama is, if one of you knows where the heck ken went he’s been on lunch for three hours
  • plus you and hongbin are convinced,,,you’re the only two sane people in this place most of the time
  • and eating your homemade lunches in a corner watching taekwoon chase intern hyuk around the maze of desks and chairs of the office is,,,,entertaining to say the least
  • you guys also just like the same things to, simplicity, taking photos, and enjoying a good independent movie or a trip to an exhibition 
  • which is why you hangout outside of work,,,but it’s no big deal,,,it’s just,,,,friendship
  • but wow does no one let you two live about it
  • almost everyday someone has a comment about how you and hongbin should just get together 
  • if you stand next to each other at the copier, someone has to whistle while they walk by. if hongbin helps you pick up a stack of paper, someone has to go “do i hear wedding bells?” if you as much as breathe in each others vicinity the office demands you two cut down the ‘pda’
  • tbh it annoys you and hongbin equally, so sadly you’ve both made a rule to stay away from each other for a while till the office calmed down
  • which seemed to work,,,,,,,,but not really because instead of toning it down now eveRYOnE and their mother wanted to know “what caused the break up”
  • it came to a point where you and hongbin had considered telling the office manager, after breaking away unnoticed by the group you and him were stuck inside the supply closet whispering over what to do
  • “it just sucks, it’s like why can’t two people just be good friends and not like each other,,,, romantically?”
  • you exclaimed, hongbin leaned against a shelf with his hands crossed over his chest
  • “i know,,,,but the people here are kind of childish. i mean we work in the same department as ken,,,,,,,,,and ravi”
  • “but even taekwoon and hakyeon are in on it too,,,,you’d expect at least them to not buy into it,,,”
  • hongbin closes his eyes with a sigh,,,,,,,you two have tried it all to get people off your backs,,,,,all except,,,,,one thing
  • “we have to give them what they want.” hongbin says all of a sudden and you narrow your eyes
  • “you mean,,,,like,,,,pretend we’re dating?”
  • hongbin bites his lip, a habit you know he does when he’s nervous and with a slow nod he adds “what else can we do”
  • so that’s how you and hongbin emerge,,,,from the supply closet with your hands clasped tight together
  • you try hard to mask the embarrassment on your face and hongbin coughs when you guys walk past the stunned crowd of your coworkers and toward your cubicles 
  • the first day - it’s the worst
  • everyone is going “i knew it!” and congratulating you two like you just won the lottery or something
  • it’s exhausting,,, but the rest of the week dies down slowly,,,, no one is actually interested in you two now that they think you’re ‘dating’
  • the only problem is,,,,you’re getting used to it - way too fast
  • you’re getting used to hongbin’s tender smiles, the way he laces his fingers with yours when you hold your hand for show, the way you never noticed till now that he’s gorgeous
  • like you knew he was good looking,,,but why is it that he’s become even more than that to you lately
  • and the absolute scariest thing is how natural it is for you two to walk together, talking about your days and laughing like an actual couple
  • and how you want,,,,sooooo bad to kiss him when you’re out in the parking lot
  • and how you just don’t know if he feels it too
  • not until you’re standing there after work and hongbin is saying that it’s been going good - they’re not bothering you like before
  • but you’re stuck, eyes lingering on his lips and hongbin asks if you’re listening
  • but you just mumble “whatever” under your breathe and lean in with both hands on his face to give him that damn kiss
  • when you lean back, hands dropping from hongbin’s face you figure out that you must look like a damn fool
  • “i – i – uh — i —” you don’t even know what to say
  • but before you know it hongbin’s wide eyes and shocked expression don’t stop him from taking your hands and placing them on his face just like before
  • “again” he says and you blink, but don’t hesitate to kiss him again
  • this time you feel him respond, his own arms clasping around your waist as he supports you leaning into him
  • from the window taekwoon pulls the rest of your coworkers over to see you and hongbin in the parking lot
  • “i told you, they weren’t faking it for the office. friendships always have to turn into something more.”
  • hyuk snorts and rolls his eyes “ok mr. fake deep you still owe me 20 bucks because you said hongbin would be too chicken to kiss them in public.” 
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This is long and I don’t even know why! :P It has a lot of Bughead’s friends, a lot of Reggie (cause I love the guy), Archie’s birthday party for Jughead, many smutty mentions and it turns a tad steamy at the end! Thank you so much to the both of you for your lovely words, darlings!! I hope all of you enjoy! <3


“Alright, I know that with Jason’s current RIP situation my question could be considered blasphemous, but I’m so dying to ask, no pun intended. How fiery was the Blossom ginger in bed after all, P?” Veronica smirked foxily, her attention solemnly focused on perfecting the burgundy nail polish on her toes.

“I’m still in the room you know.” Cheryl’s voice came cold and annoyed from behind her, the redhead beauty dropping dramatically the Vogue magazine she was reading on her bare legs that seemed to go for miles on the beige sofa she was occupying. The brunette just shot her a look over her shoulder.

“Well, nobody invited you in this room to begin with.” Sarcasm and New York attitude mixed in a perfect combination, Veronica knew how to push the bottoms of her frenemy like a pro.

Cheryl just scoffed, her attention going back to an article about belts and pricey pashminas, Veronica mouthed a ‘thank you’ in mockery and Betty let a soundless chuckle. The night was indeed going to be fun.

It was a night filled with giggles and girly banter inside the Lodges’ luxurious apartment at the Pembrooke. After seeing Polly’s utter happiness at the baby shower, the older girl just longing to have her sister and friends close after spending years in the solitude of that god-forsaken place her mother had forced her into, the gatherings of the three girls, along with party-crasher Cheryl, were frequent and very much enjoyed by all to say the truth. Alice Cooper was starting to get a tad more lenient too, seeing as Betty was standing her ground and dreading the possibility of losing both her daughters, so tonight Betty Cooper had an allowance slip to spend the night at Veronica’s for a much needed and ridiculously girly slumber party.

The apartment’s spacious living room was transformed so only the beige sofa was in its original place but with comfy mattresses laid in front of it and covered with a sea of colorful puffy pillows and warm knitted blankets and duvets, creating a cozy huge bed for all the girls to rest on. The Lodge women had gone all out with the food too; colorful cupcakes and any flavor milkshakes, chocolate donuts, all kinds of sweets and candies, salty treats, pop-corns, nachos, you name it. There was even a large plate of chocolate brownies exclusively for Polly, since they were her favorite and she was always craving them now that she was expecting. Betty felt eternally grateful for what Veronica and her mom were doing for her sister. Of course they had helped themselves to everything while watching a couple of classic rom-coms, the light entertainment making them forget the crazy world they were living in and actually have a laugh, and now that Hermione had retired to her own room for the night, the girls found the opportunity to move on to the most cliché part of the night; beauty and boys talk.

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Sleep Deprivation

summary: 

In all of class 1-A’s time together, they have never once heard Midoriya cuss. Not even when he’s at his most distressed had they heard a single utterance of anything close to profanity, so imagine their shock when they found out that all it took was an angry Bakugou and some sleep deprivation.

a/n: wow im tired please take this thank you.

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Midoriya was running on nothing but coffee and two hours of sleep. UA’s final exams will do that to you, and he finds that the rest of his classmates are not in quite the same boat as he is. For the past  two weeks he’s been studying for any possible question his teachers can throw at him, and more often than not he’s woken up to his notes sticking to his face and an awful crick in his neck.

Trudging along to his homeroom class, a can of red bull in his hand, Midoriya sees Bakugou in a similar state as he is. Which is not at all surprising when you take into account the fact that they’re both one of the top students in their class, next to Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, and Iida. Seeing Bakugou in a foul mood is common and not that hard to endure, but a Bakugou tired and in a foul mood is harder to ignore. Currently, Midoriya is giving him a wide berth, just in case Bakugou tries to take out his grumpiness on him.

It seemed like no amount of maneuvering was going to get him away from Bakugou’s ire, if the barely audible, “Hey, Deku, you fucking loser, get over here!” is anything to go by. Midoriya really was in no mood to deal with him right now, so for the sake of his sanity, he continued walking down the halls, pretending not to hear Bakugou’s growling remarks.

Walking into homeroom was probably the worst mistake Midoriya could have made, if only because the rest of the class wasn’t nearly as much of a wreck as he was. Sure, they looked a little worse for wear, but they did seem to be sleeping more than he has. That is, except for Iida. The boy seemed to have permanent bags under his eyes these days.

“Whoah, Midoriya, you’re not looking too good,” Kirishima says, and Midoriya only grunts in acknowledgement.

Shuffling to his seat and sitting down in what could only be described as an undignified slump, he sees Todoroki frowning in concern. “Are you okay?”

Midoriya’s reply was cut short by Bakugou slamming open the door to the class and storming in. He stomped to his seat, and Midoriya could overhear Kaminari say, “Man, Bakugou looks like shit, too.”

“Well, they are some of the top students in the class. You’re obviously not studying enough if you can still smile.” Jirou said back, and this started an argument over who was studying more (neither of them), which got quickly drowned out in favor of Midoriya laying his head down and trying to fall asleep.

“Deku, I was fucking talking to you.”

Midoriya was, impossibly, reaching the end of his rope. He’s really not trying to make Bakugou feel any worse than he already is, but it was so hard when he’s so tired and Bakugou is so annoying.

“Don’t ignore me, fuckmunch.”

Midoriya regretfully lifted his head to look at Bakugou, who was standing right in front of his desk and glaring daggers at him. “Listen, Kaachan, I’m too tired to deal with your shit right now, so I’d appreciate it if you would go away.”

All heads turned to them, and utter silence reigned over the room.

In all of class 1-A’s time together, they have never once heard Midoriya cuss. Not even when he’s at his most distressed had they heard a single utterance of anything close to profanity, so imagine their shock when they found out that all it took was an angry Bakugou and some sleep deprivation.

“Did he just—”

“Oh my god!”

“Did someone record that?!”

“Who are you and what have you done to Midoriya?”

“Please, someone tell me they recorded that!”

Midoriya only groaned and laid his head back down, hoping the gods will be kind to him and kill him right then and there so that maybe he could get some sleep.

(In the corner, no one noticed Todoroki’s red face and his internal screaming, because he really shouldn’t have found that so hot, but really, can anyone blame him?)

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The ever looming exams getting nearer and nearer brought out a side of Midoriya no one thought they’d ever see. The first time they wrote off as a fluke, a one time thing that came and went and was never to be see again. The second time, however, was the start of a trend.

“Hey, Midoriya, do you know where  I put my jacket? The blue one.” Sero walked into the common room to find a zombie like Midoriya sitting on the floor surrounded by piles of paper.

“Fuck no, sorry,” he said, and went back to turning his notes into paper airplanes and shooting them into Kirishima’s snoring face, because he lost the ability to read them hours ago.

“Oh-oh, okay, sorry to disturb you, I guess.” And he backed out of the room slowly, only to bolt upstairs moments later yelling, “You guys will not believe what I just heard!”

And he was right, they didn’t believe him.

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Midoriya knew he must be losing his mind. The lack of sleep was finally getting to him, and he’s hallucinating, because that was the only reason why his heart was beating so fast when he looked at Todoroki laughing.

Well, cackling was more the right word. Todoroki Shouto was cackling. It was something to do with what Midoriya said, but he couldn’t really remember what it was. It doesn’t matter, because the rising sun was streaming in through the windows behind Todoroki and casting a warm glow around his hair, making his left side even more red and the right side a soft pink.

Midoriya knows Todoroki said something, but for the life of him he couldn’t concentrate on what. “ —oriya, hey Midoriya.” Todoroki was waving his hand in front of his face, and Midoriya snapped out of his thoughts. “What were you thinking about?”

“Oh, nothing!” Lies. “I was just wondering what Aizawa was going to make us do for the practical exam.” Lies. He hoped Todoroki doesn’t see his reddening face.

Todoroki gave him a Look that Midoriya doesn’t know how to interpret. “Are you getting enough sleep? Because if you’re not, maybe you should take this time to catch up.”

Oh, man. Midoriya was in some deep shit. Todoroki was too sweet, really, it should be illegal. “A-Alright, yeah, I’ll do that.” he watched as Todoroki smiled and turned around again.

He really is fucked. “Shit.”

“What?”

“Nothing!”

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Over the course of the next week, there was five other occasions where Midoriya cussed, and each time was followed either by another sip of his caffeinated drink, or the indecipherable mutterings about his notes that probably wouldn’t make sense even if they could be heard.

Most of these occurrences have been harmless, just some ruder replies than what a normal, well-rested-and-not-stressed Midoriya would have said. The only person who took the words personally was Bakugou, who seemed to think that annoying him even more was the answer, and so Midoriya took to hiding out in Todoroki’s room in order to get away from him.

Currently, Todoroki was sitting on his bed reading a book, while Midoriya was pacing about quizzing himself on the different ways a hero could get their license revoked. Todoroki would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried.

“Why don’t you take a break for a while,” he said. That at least got Midoriya to stop talking to himself, but in his distracted state, he wasn’t looking where he was going, and ran into the bed frame.

“God dammit!” he said, and started to hop on one foot while clutching his shin in the other.

If Midoriya was paying any attention, he would have heard the choked off sound coming from Todoroki, and would have seen his slight blush when he got off the bed and came over.  “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

Midoriya stopped bouncing around, but he was limping slightly. “Yeah, it just hurt. Don’t worry, it wasn’t your fault.”

Todoroki led Midoriya to his bed and forced him to lay down, saying, “You really should rest, Midoriya, this isn’t healthy.”

He tried to struggle, but it was Todoroki who won in the end, wrestling a blanket over him and silencing any arguments. “But i need to—”

“No.”

“But my notes—”

“No.”

In five minutes, Midoriya fell asleep, and Todoroki continued to read in the comforting sound of his soft snores.

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When final exams ended, the students of UA didn’t know what to do with themselves. Some took to celebrating in the common room with food and drinks. While others, like Todoroki, preferred to relax in their room.

Well, that was what he planned to do, anyway, until he saw Midoriya shuffling along the path back to the dorms, and thought of a better idea. “How’d you do?” he asked.

“Better than I think, probably, but I don’t actually remember any of the material.”    

Midoriya was a complete mess. With tired eyes, wrinkly clothes, and messier hair than normal, it was a wonder the boy was even still standing. “Why don’t you watch a movie with me when we get back, to celebrate doing better than you think,” he offered with a small smile.

Midoriya seemed to perk up at that. “Alright.”

They walked together in companionable silence, and when they reached the dorms, they said goodbye to their classmates and headed up the stairs. Todoroki headed over to his small movie selection and said, “So what are you in the mood to watch? I’m sorry I don’t have such a wide range to choose from.” When he noticed that he got no answer, he looked back to see Midoriya passed out on his bed, face adorably squashed down into the pillows.

He smiled and turned out the lights. Crawling onto the other side of the bed, he pulled the covers over both of them and tucked it under Midoriya’s chin. Todoroki stayed like that, just looking at Midoriya sleep peacefully for the first time in what was probably weeks, until he too fell asleep.

(and no one but Midoriya saw his red face when he woke up tangled around Todoroki, resting his head on the other’s chest. He debated moving, if only to make the position less awkward, but Todoroki was far too comfortable and the blankets were far too warm, so he decided against it.)

In This Moment - Part One

Request: Hi. Can you write were y/n and shawn meet on a vacation? thank yu!

Word Count: 1,959

A/N: This has to part, because it otherwise, became too long. Part two will be up tomorrow. 

In This Moment – Part One

The sharp sun – that non-stop had burning into my skin – headed up my entire body, I took a sip of my water to cool me down. It had been ages since I’d last been on vacation, and this time it was really needed. I had been exhausted for weeks.

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What?

Note: It’s been forever and a half since I’ve written, I’m sorry. Deadlines are kicking my ass, so I haven’t had time to do much of anything. Buuuuut, enjoy this super long Daveed fic! 

Word Count: 3222

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: implied smut, getting drunk

AU: Roommate

“Daveed, get your ass up! It’s Tuesday!” You yelled, hitting your roommate with a pillow, trying to wake him up.

He groaned, turning over to cover his head with his arms.

“It’s my day off, Y/N, it’s too early for this shit.” His voice sounded muffled due to him laying in the bed facefirst.

“No,” you whined, “you’re my running buddy. I wanted to go on a run before the streets get busy.”

“The streets are always busy. Let me sleep.” He stated turning towards you, and cracking one eye open.

“Shut up.” You said, hitting him with a pillow again, causing some feathers to fall out of it.

“Ow,” Daveed groaned. “What the fuck, Y/N? Chill. What did I ever do to you?”

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We need to be realistic: Rabbits are great pets but they aren’t for everyone.

Lately I’ve had to talk some people out of getting rabbits because I knew that they would not be a good fit. They had gotten the “idea” of rabbits in their mind and wouldn’t budge on what the reality of rabbits actually is. You might see your friend’s bunny and think wow they’re perfect and get along so well! Or you might look at my blog and think Pickle is so good and well behaved - I get it. We see what we want to see though. Bunnies are cute and can make really great pets but the reality is that rabbits aren’t for everyone. Let’s get real and honest about rabbit behaviors. I’d rather you understand that a adult rabbit is not necessarily the snuggle-bugs, sweet, cuddlers that we want (even when they like you!) or that we are used to with cats and dogs. They also aren’t as hardy as other animals which means you can’t play rough and they definitely need more refined care.

So I want to just discuss some of the common behaviors that rabbits have that most people aren’t being realistic about:

  1. RABBITS ARE PREY ANIMALS. Repeat that and understand what that means. Prey animals have a variety of flighty behaviors that can be both frustrating to owners who want to snuggle and hold their pets. Most rabbits don’t want you to hold them let alone pick them up. They like all four feet on the ground unless they choose otherwise.Trying to cuddle a rabbit that doesn’t want to be touched/cuddled/snuggled/held will result in a variety of responses that you don’t want such as a scared rabbit, biting, scratching, thumping, etc. Rabbits need to come to you for attention. They aren’t like cats and dogs who don’t feel threatened by you. Just standing above your rabbit can scare it and most will only come to you for petting and comfort when they want to and when they are really comfortable. As a realistic owner you need to understand that while SOME rabbits are cuddly that most are not. You cannot expect them to be the puppy or the cat you can just pick up and move and snuggle under a blanket with. You will likely terrify your bunny if you treat it like a predatory animal such as a cat or dog.
  2. Rabbits are generally active during dawn/dusk. This may seem rather straight forward but the issue is that most of us sleep at night and if we don’t sleep at night then we’re usually working at night (like me). Rabbits can get bored at night if you’re not paying attention to them and can lead to some cage/pen biting which is very loud. Rabbits that have toys to play with at night will chew and toss and rearrange to their heart’s content. This is so loud and I’ve had so many people come to me wondering how to get their bunnies to be quiet at night but the thing is - a bunny is generally a night animal and they’ll do whatever they damn please at night.
  3. Rabbits need to chew and they love to dig. You can control what they chew on but you need to take precautions and set up your room/house accordingly. This isn’t just a rabbits usually chew or whatever, they constantly need new toys and chew and wood so they can wear their teeth down. Chewing can be annoying and loud and if you can’t deal with that I don’t think you should own a rabbit. Chewing can also lead to some major damage because rabbits like baseboards and the edges of your nice furniture and your backpack and your bed. You need to be prepared to deal with the costs of the damage if you don’t prepare - but this is also a reminder that YOU are responsible for what goes into your rabbit and if your rabbit ingests materials that they shouldn’t (fabrics, fluff from pillows, mattress stuffing, painted/stained wood) it can KILL THEM. 
  4. Rabbits do best in pairs and trios (or more but it can be very difficult to bond more). Rabbits are social animals and need other rabbits. Don’t take this as a personal offense to how much you love your bunny - but you cannot give your bunny the love that bonded bunnies share. You just can’t. 
  5. BUT you can’t just put any two rabbits together! The thing is bonding rabbits can be extremely difficult in many cases. You can’t always just stick two bunnies together and expect them to get along especially right away - actually that normally results in fighting or aggression. At the very least introducing new rabbits can cause a slew of injuries from fighting or stress related issues if you are not careful (such as babies if you’re dumb enough not to get your animals fixed…). For example, when I move out if my roommate decides she wants a rabbit I will not allow her to bond her rabbit with mine for a number of reasons and I likely wouldn’t let them interact in the same area without a barrier between them. First, I wouldn’t want to bond them unless I’m with someone I plan to be with for 15 years because YES buns can live that long, if if I don’t plan accordingly they will inevitably be separated and that can kill a rabbit (actual heartbreak in the bunny world leads to apathy, depression and lack of appetite which means death). They may not get along at all which can lead to fighting, injuries and even death. Even with proper bonding it may just be too much stress to attempt it for some rabbits.
  6. Rabbits have hormonal behaviors and reproductive health problems if not fixed/spayed/neutered/altered! Excessive spraying of urine, digging/nesting and chasing/humping, etc can all be a result of a rabbit becoming sexually mature around 3-5 months of age. You must get your animals spayed and neutered to allow them to live healthy lives. Many rabbits die because of reproductive cancers that can be completely prevented if only they had be spayed or neutered. In fact, beyond alteration, rabbits do need regular vet check ups and care. 
  7. Rabbits play in different ways than you’d expect. I’ve had a number of people talk to me lately about how their rabbits don’t play with them and this seems to be very disappointing to many owners. Rabbits can play with you but you need to figure out what your rabbit likes to do. Maybe they like to dig in boxes or packing paper, or toss toilet paper rolls or maybe they like to take stick out of your hand and chew them. You can’t expect them to be a dog that likes to be chased around or a cat chasing a mouse because again, they’re prey animals. You can’t rough them up like a puppy because of their delicate skeletal system. Of course, some bunnies like to be chased around but you need to be able to read rabbit body language so you can tell you’re not terrifying your baby.

I don’t mean this post to be a “scare you away” from rabbits type of post but the majority of rabbits that end up on the streets, in shelters or at foster homes are due to people romanticizing rabbits to be these perfect little teddy-bears when they can be little monsters that can take a lot of patience and care to get to know and to be able to relate to. Rabbits are a mix of “you need to observe and not touch” but also “be active and play” on their terms. You can’t always “fix” behaviors either which frustrates people a great deal. When you get a rabbit you need to be able to adapt to its personality and its unique behaviors or you’ll end up disappointed that you didn’t adopt a cat or a dog. 

Don’t love a rabbit for what you think it should be! Stop believing the myths and romanticizing rabbits as perfect, low maintenance, calm creatures when they are often the opposite. Don’t rush into getting a rabbit until you’ve thoroughly prepared and met/gotten to know a rabbit really well! PLEASE, BE REALISTIC WITH YOUR EXPECTATIONS OF RABBITS.

Huntress- Part Five: Let’s Kill Hitler

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E5, so (duh)warning: SPOILERS

Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four

A/N : I’m sorry it’s late again and sorry it’s a little shorter but I’m trying really hard. These are written from memory btw so I’m aware not everything is in here and for what is in here it’s not all that accurate. But I am trying. There is only one of me so bear with. Tysm for reading and I always appreciate any kind of feedback, if you want to be tagged in any upcoming parts let me know ^^

Walking towards the kitchen, you realised you didn’t feel as much of an intruder as you had done previously. It felt good to walk in the room knowing the routine a little more than the last times. It seemed to be some sort of custom to just lounge about the kitchen for a while, eat some breakfast, have some coffee…or in your case hot chocolate…and discuss the next case. Your Uncle Dean was sat down, his head buried in what must have been this weeks’ newspaper. For once it wasn’t a pie. If there was one thing you’d learnt over the past month, it was that your Uncle Dean loved pie. 

You pour the boiling water in a mug, stirring the cocoa powder before sitting down next to him. “Morning, sunshine.” He remarked. You smile lightly.
“You okay?” He frowned, his green eyes squinting slightly as his brows creased.
“Yeah…just tired.”
“I hear that.” He nodded, going back to look at the paper.
“What happened to your Dad?” You asked after taking a sip.
He paused from reading , put the paper down, and sighed. “We were in a car crash. He uh…he didn’t make it.”
You looked down, it was almost more shocking to hear that a Hunter had died from something other than a supernatural creature. You were expecting a demon or werewolf or something. But not that. “I’m really sorry.” You say respectfully.
“Don’t be, kid. At least he didn’t make a deal or something.” He picked the paper back up as if to say that the conversation was over, but he stopped himself from going back to reading and turned to you: “Did Mom say anything to you…before she uh, you know.”
Your heart broke, he was so hopeless and obviously not coping well without her. He couldn’t even bring himself to say it.
“She  just said she was proud of you both…and me I guess. Said she wanted me to look out for you,” He smiled at this “She said I belonged here.”
“Do you think you do?” He asked
“I am a Winchester…half of one anyway.”
“Family don’t end in blood, kid.” He said. The way he said it was as though he was quoting  something…or someone. Whoever said it, he was clearly in agreement.

Footsteps broke the comfortable silence as your Dad entered the scene. He had two shopping bags in his arms as he strode towards the counter. Planting them on the top, he smiled at the pair  of you. “I brought pie.” He declared.
A voice next to you mumbled “Not hungry.”. You shared a confused look with your Dad., who questioned him “You sure?”.
“I found a case.” Your Uncle Dean ignored the question. “Two people have died in a mystery fire.”
“And a mystery fire is?” You frown, taking the paper from his hands and holding it so that your Dad, who  had wandered over, could see too.
“The kind of fire that only burns the bodies. No sign of a fire anywhere else in the building.” He explained, pointing towards the picture on the front. It was of two piles of ash. You grimaced a little. “What…you thinking cursed object?” Your Dad said, taking a sip of coffee.
“Maybe. Or ghost possession.”
“You sure you’re up for it?” Your Dad raised an eyebrow at you, he didn’t say it but you figured he’d be referring to the last hunt. But you knew hunting was dangerous. You’d already accepted that.
“I’m sure.”
“Okay. But for once maybe do as I say?” He smirked “You know, like don’t run off or anything.”
“Oh you said don’t run off?” You chuckle, making him laugh.
“Come on, I’ll grab the duffle’s.”

Another car ride in Baby. It was beginning to feel so normal to you, her low hum as she took you to the next case. You relaxed in the back seat, pulling your phone out of your pocket and glancing down at the notifications- most of which you swiped away.


Your Dad went in first, followed by you, then your Uncle. The shop was definitely an antique shop. It had all sorts of bits and bobs. You noticed there was a significant number of boats on display on the balcony the floor above you. “No one’s in. Split up. I’ll check out the computer.” Your Dad said.
“Okay. Kiddo you look around. I’ll be on the first floor.” He headed to the stairs and you nodded in response. You look about the place. Lots of globes ,maps, and mannequins dressed in retro clothing littered the room. A jewellery cabinet looking old enough to be an antique itself displayed some frankly hideous items.
You searched the nooks and cranny’s of the place but no such luck. Nothing interesting anyway. A clutter sounded, making you and your Dad’s heads turn up to see your Uncle Dean’s arms fumbling about the place in attempt to catch a model boat. You giggle, alerting to him he had an audience. Your Dad smiled at your happy face in such a strange situation. He admired your ability to find such small things entertaining. He wanted your optimism on the inside. A gruff “Shut up.” Came from your Uncle.
You follow after him, your hand tracing the banister of the twisting steps. Old and large paintings covered the yellow-stained walls.
It smelt really strange, but it wasn’t sulfur- a sort of dusty and old musk. You grimaced slightly before following after your Uncle. His hands traced the tops of the book shelves searching for hex bags.

You frowned, annoyed by the place. Everything was normal, which was the problem- too normal. You turned your head when a clicking sound came from behind you. What appeared to be a regular bookshelf had been shifted to the right and behind it was a dark room. Your Uncle Dean glanced back at you and you shared an impressed look. Hurrying over, you found the light switch.

In front of the two of you were looming mannequins dressed in Nazi-Germany attire. Their pale uniforms and swastikas were glaring symbols of hatred. You look around in disgust. Everything was set up like it was a freeze frame from a play or strange idolised production.
“Sammy!”

Rushing footsteps neared you both as you continued to stare. The footsteps then slowed to a halt: “Wow.”.
You took a step forward, being the first to actually fully enter the room and walk around the desk. The most worrying thing was that everything looked genuine. Everything was genuine.

“Well this is normal.” Your Uncle Dean remarked, his eyebrows knitted together with concern for whomever put the shrine together.
“Yeah…totally normal.” Your Dad nodded.


You hold your gun up, it’s nose facing a girl tied to a chair. She had terrified eyes and was shaking her head as much as possible. You lower it and rush over, cutting the pieces of rope binding her pale wrists. You open your mouth to call your Dad, but stop yourself. “Hey you okay?” You ask Ellie, giving up on calling for them.
“What the hell is going on?” She said, her face expecting answers.
“I’ll explain in a minute, but it’s not all that safe here.” You say, gesturing for her to move.

Your Dad and Uncle walk in. “Why didn’t you call?” Your Dad frowned, putting his gun in his pocket and going over to help Ellie, only his eyes never left yours. 
You shrug awkwardly. heading back to keep watch.

The moment you turned the corner of the hallway you practically walked into two tall men. You take a stride backwards, staring up at them to see what they would do. 
The lunge towards you, guns in hand. You kick the pistol out of the right ones hand, it clattered to the floor an he shouted something in German. Hopefully that would be enough to let the others know they were soon to be in trouble.The other took aim and shot, you dodged behind the wall and cocked your gun. 
“Y/N!” Your Uncle Dean shouted, almost walking into you. He sighed with relief only to be thrown to the side by one of the men. He grunted, struggling to get back up. 

You shove one of them with all your might, you don’t think he was expecting you to. He fell against the wall and you grabbed his gun this time. One down.
This time you were the one taken by surprise: your body hit the wall only to be lifted by one of the men. He looked you up and down, dragging you to the floor.
Your Dad then burst in “Hey!” He threw the man off you and they got into a full on fight. You watched, unsure of what to do. To your left you noticed your Uncle Dean fighting the other man. You grabbed a metal bar lying on the floor and in one clean hit he was out cold. 
“Thanks.” Your Uncle caught his breath, standing back up straight.
You smile a little and turn round where the other one was unconscious also.

Your Dad placed his arm on your back and gently took you back into the main room. “You okay?” He asked, glancing round nervously.
“I’m fine.” You smiled…then you frowned “Where’s Ellie?”

The three of you turned on the spot to try and see where she went. You head to one of the offices where she went to hide earlier. Your Dad pointed above your head to where the window was open. Looking out of it, you tried to find a sign of someone but nothing. “She legged it” You mumbled, slamming it shut and picking up a gun off the floor.


You, your Dad and your Uncle were sat at one of the cafes near where the case was. You had a hot chocolate and were sat next to your Dad. He had his laptop up, researching as usual. He seemed to prefer the theory side of things where as Uncle Dean was much more into the field work- anything practical.

“We have no idea where she could be. For all we know, they already found her. All I’m saying.” Your Dad mentioned, looking at Dean instead of you.
“Still, we have some whatever percentage of the DNA of Adolf Hitler walking around. She’s more than wanted at this point. They need her.” Dean replied.
You smiled awkwardly at a Waitress walking by who gave you a stern look.

Out of nowhere Christoph sat down next to Uncle Dean. “Hi.” He looked directly at you before looking between the three of you. You’d questioned him earlier about the wacky plan to bring back Hitler. It was mental.
“Hi…?” You replied, not sure what else to say.
“I can help you guys.” He said decisively.
“Okay.” Your Dad nodded slowly, still a little taken back by Christoph’s approach.
“Why the hell should we trust you?” Uncle Dean asked.
“Why not? I gave you information before, didn’t I? Look, I’m fed up of this life and I want out. Do you have any idea how hard it is to be the kid of a maniac?”
You wanted to nod but instead you just shrugged before adding “I mean…he’s got a point.”

“What have you got for us?” Your Dad questioned, a little more uncertain than you.
“I can take you to, Ellie. But you have to trust me.”


You pulled up to what appeared to be a massive warehouse. Guards patrolled the outside like it were a prison. You got out, watching your Dad suspiciously as he had his hands round his back as he neared Christoph. He held up some handcuffs and locked him to the car, sitting him back down in the front seat. “What so you don’t trust me?”
No one spoke.
“You’re just gonna leave me here?” 
“Pretty much.” Uncle Dean nodded, taking out his gun.
Your Dad handed you a torch and stopped you going to the boot to get a gun. “You’re on guard duty. Make sure he doesn’t blow our cover.” He nodded to Christoph.
“Seriously?” You frown, pouting.
“It’s safer for you. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He sighed, turning around to show it wasn’t up for discussion.
“Don’t even think about following me, Missy.” Uncle Dean warned, pointing at you.

You sigh and get in the drivers seat. You didn’t bother lecturing the poor man, he wouldn’t blow your cover. He wasn’t that stupid.
“You’re not actually listening to them are you?” He laughed bitterly.
You ignored him.
“No offence, but it looks to me like they’re way too protective. You obviously know how to fight. You might as well follow on.” 
You sit there in silence, contemplating doing something incredibly stupid but potentially helpful to them. You sighed, unlocking the handcuff from the car and snapping it round his other wrist.

You grabbed a sniper rifle, looking forward to using something other than a pistol for once. You grinned at the firearm and loaded the ammo. “Okay, is there like a skylight or something?” You asked.
“Yeah, right ahead.” He nodded. You grabbed his arm and dragged him with you. 
Reaching the open window you climbed onto a ledge and peered inside. There, was Ellie strapped to some sort of Hospital-like bed. She was hooked up to a blood transfusion machine. Her face was like death. There was another bed next to her where her blood was being pumped into…well…Hitler.

“One wrong move and I’ll start aiming this thing elsewhere.” You hissed, unlocking Christoph from the cuffs. He smirked, taking the pistol.
You were about to shoot at him when he aimed it through the window directly at his father. You shot your hand out and lowered the gun. “Not yet. We need to be sure.”
You were worried if nothing else…dd he really hate his Dad so much he was willing to pull the trigger?
Just then a crash and shouts could be heard. You leaned in, lining up the scope so it was targeted at the man lying down.
“In came three armed men, their weapons forcing your Dad and Uncle to abide to them. No one had noticed you two.

You both watched in anticipation. Was this for real? Did Hitler really plan this far into a return?
It was impressive…if not sick.

Everyone was watching when the führer rose. He pulled the tubes away from his bare chest, not bothering to cover himself any more than he had already. He then laughed. It was an amused laugh, loud and full of relief. He slapped one of his comrades on the back, so amused by the situation for some bizarre reason.

“He’s a tad odd.” You whispered to his son, who laughed lightly.
“Sure is.”

You then noticed Ellie stirring in the bed. She dragged herself onto her feet, barely staying upright. Her shaking hands reached for a gun on the table. She then froze, her eyes fixed on yours. You nodded slowly. She nodded back.

You hold the trigger, your finger just applying enough pressure for it to not move. The cross was lined up perfectly on one of their heads. He wasn’t Hitler, but he was still a Nazi. You pressed down. The shot rang out and the man fell to the floor, the bullet having gone straight for his brain. All heads turned to the window you were at but you ducked beneath cover and dragged Christoph down with you. “That should be enough to kickstart something.” You noted aloud.

“We should help.” You decided, getting ready to stand but this time he dragged you back down. “No way.”
You frowned at him. 
“It’s too dangerous. Let’s just go back to the car.” He suggested instead.
You sighed. But what if they were in trouble?

Before you could resist he tugged you towards the Impala and, too your amazement, cuffed himself to the car. He then held out the gun for you to take. You did. Putting it back in the boot along with the sniper you frowned. “Why didn’t you run? You could have just left.”

“Something tells me your Dad doesn’t want me cuffed to the car for the rest of our lives. I figure you’ll let me go soon.”

You sat on the hood, your legs swinging off the side because they didn’t quite reach the ground. “Are you gonna go back to Germany?” You wondered aloud.
He laughed “No…are you gonna go back to England?”
You were taken by surprise. Not that you had a reason to be, after all you didn’t have an American accent. You thought about it before admitting defeat. “…No.”

You looked up to see your Dad and Uncle heading back tot he car. Safe and in one piece still. You smiled, relieved to know they were okay. “I said don’t move.” Your Dad scolded, his eyes squinting at you.
You grin “You said keep watch. I did.”
“And she didn’t let you go?” He turned to Christoph.
“Not once.” He winked at you when you Dad turned his back, making you blush.

“Okay, let’s go.”


“Did I mention I killed Hitler?” Uncle Dean poked his head round the door to say those same words for the billionth time.
You glared at him. It was no longer amusing. 
“Did I mention you were annoying?” You remarked.
“Once or twice.” 

Your Dad chuckled, grabbing his coffee and sitting down on the sofa next to you. “How are you doing?” He asked, looking at you with an expression that said ‘this is going to be a serious conversation whether you like it or not’.

You sighed. “I’m okay.” 
“You getting used to life like this, huh?” 
“Yeah I guess. It’s just so different.”
“I know it’s been a huge change for you. You’re taking it really well.” The way he spoke wasn’t patronising like you were expecting, he actually respected the sacrifices you’d made. He understood.
“Yeah…”
“I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but…how did your Mom die?” He asked gently, as if aware you could snap.
“They shot her.”
“Why?” You knew he wasn’t asking rudely.
“She didn’t agree with their way of hunting. England used to be like this- everyone who hunted did it their way. Then the rich and posh lot met the Men Of Letters and decided Hunting needed a change. They’re typical snobs…they don’t care about how it affects you.” 
“And so they shot her?” He sounded so amazed.
“She had close connections with the US and their Hunting customs. She just refused to allow communication. So they tried to get her to give in through me, only I wasn’t fully trained at the time. So they got to me through her….at least they tried to…”
“How did they do it?”
“They just shot her, right in front of me. I got home from school and…” You sucked in a deep breath “I still didn’t tell them anything.”
“I’m so sorry.” He looked down respectfully, as though it were a funeral. A funeral of thoughts.

“Me too.”


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Name: It is… a pleasure. Part 3
Pairing: Mycroft x reader
Summary: Mycroft and the reader have dinner together, and the reader is worried about being stupid.
(Part 1, Part 2) And it went weird now. I’ve no idea what I did. Don’t hate me.

It is the Sunday. The dreaded Sunday. The expected Sunday. You don’t know what feeling is stronger - the fear or the happiness. To say it shortly - you are nervous. Hella nervous.

“Ma’am?” a man knocks on your door again, then steps in. “It is time to go.”

“Did he seriously have to send a car for me?” you ask sadly, and the man nods again - it’s been a dozenth time you asked him that. “And what other instructions do you have? Kill me in a dark alley? Bring him my brain? Why would he even want it?”

“I simply have to make sure you get to the restaurant on time, ma’am,” the man stands there like a mindless statue, as you grab your bag and put the coat on. “An umbrella is not necessary, ma’am.”

“But it is raining.”

“Mister Holmes said you do not need one,” you sigh and leave the umbrella at home, then just head out of the door, knowing that you do not really get a say in what will happen this evening. The roads are clean. No cars to stop you, no traffic, nothing to slow the car down, as if the road is prepared for you, but you have a feeling that it is exactly what happened. Not surprisingly, the restaurant is empty as well, except for Mycroft sitting by one of the windows, reading a newspaper, even though he probably already knows all the important news.

“Y/N,” he quickly stands up to greet you, as you quickly walk towards the table and sit down, feeling rather weirdly, as Mycroft smiles at you. “I am glad you came.”

“Not that you gave me an option, did you?” you try to smile, as he hands you the menu. “Mister Holmes… Mycroft, I would be here even without this patrol following me.”

“I had to make sure you would get here safely,” Mycroft explains. “There have been some attempts to get to me for quite some time now. Wouldn’t want me risking your life, would you?”

“Uhm… I guess no.”

“Good. You… You look amazing,” you blush for a second and can’t help but smile back him, feeling how his insecure smile suddenly widens, turning into an actual smile, as if you are teenagers on your first date. “Now just order,” you look through the menu, trying to find something you would know from the list, but all the titles seem terribly unknown and absolutely luxurious. And absolutely out of your budget. “Is there a problem?”

“Uhm…”

“Would like for me to order?” he asks softly, obviously knowing what is wrong. “Or we can just ask the chef to do his best?” you nod, and Mycroft smiles, giving a sign to a waiter standing by a wall. “You must realize that I will not let you pay for this dinner, no matter how it goes, don’t you?” you stop for a second, then nod slowly, seeming to accept the terms. “You seem stressed.”

“Now, why would I be?” you ask as sarcastically as possible.

“Is that because this place is not one of those you go to usually?”

“Yeah, one of the reasons,” you answer, and Mycroft leans back in the chair, smiling. “And it is not funny. You drag me here with all this… stuff - the car, and the people just serving… Can’t you just… ”

“I apologize for making you uncomfortable. I didn’t consider that you may find it overwhelming,” he frowns for a second. “Would you like to go somewhere else?”

“No, no, it’s fine… Just… Urgh, it is so embarrassing.”

“It sure is,” the waiter walks back with the plates, and you just start staring at the table, until Mycroft takes your hand. “Y/N, you should just be yourself, it is alright. Forget about the food, and the people, and the way I made you feel. Let’s just chat.”

“Yeah, until I embarrass myself.”

“That is the purpose,” you exchange quick smiles. “Ask questions, Y/N. Whatever you wish to know…” you sigh, deciding to just try and give it a chance, as nothing good will come from just sitting there like two idiots.

“Are you really the British Government?” you ask quickly, and Mycroft leans back, letting go of your hand.

“Yes.”

“Really? Seriously, THE government?” Mycroft nods. “Wow… That is cool. Do aliens really exist?” he laughs quietly and changes the topic.

“Do you really kick Sherlock every time you argue?” he asks back, and you laugh back, nodding.

“Did he complain?”

“No, Sherlock pretends that he is the boss,” you both smile, knowing how much the boy loves feeling like he is in control.

“Why the purple tie?” you ask the most random question you can.

“Because I like purple,” he shrugs his shoulders. “And my… employee does not appreciate this color. So I wear it when I am communicating with people outside of my usual circles.”

“It fits you,” you note quietly.

“Thank you. Do you like sorbet?” another random question.

“Lemon,” you nod. “Very tasty, very sour and sweet. Do you read?”

“Of course, I do. Spending an evening with a cup of tea and book near a fireplace…”

“You have a fireplace?” he nods, and you giggle. “Do you make marshmallows in it?”

“Do I look like a kind of man who would?” you raise an eyebrow, and he finally nods. “Yes, once a month,” you can’t stop giggling, so Mycroft asks the next question. “Do you…”

“Why do you ask questions?” he stops talking, and you rush to explain. “I mean, you already know everything about me.”

“I simply want it to look like a natural conversation.”

“Mycroft,” you sigh. “It can’t be a natural conversation. Just look at you, then look at me. Even at my brightest, I will never be as cool as you are when you are casual.”

“You are mistaken,” Mycroft corrects you. “You are special, as I said before.”

“I can hardly believe that you are actually interested in me,” you smile sadly. “More probably, it is about taking care of Sherlock, but I will do that even if you don’t have dinner with me, so it really makes no sense…”

“Gosh, you people sometimes can’t understand simplest things,” Mycroft stands up and leans over the table (which you are pretty sure is frowned upon all over his world) to grab your chin with one hand and lift your face to make you look him in the eye. “I am bloody in love with you, Y/N, and I have no idea what to do with this annoying feeling, but I have no choice, do you get it?”

“Your tie is dirty,” you notice, as the tie falls down and touches your sauce, so you lift it, avoiding Mycroft’s eyes. He groans.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes, sir, even though it is rather impossible to be in love with someone from just following them… Wait… If you followed me everywhere… Are you seriously in love, like in love with me?” he quickly lets go of you and sits back down, embarrassed with his behavior - you are certain that is not how he behaves ever. Maybe, it’s just because you are being very stubborn.

“And I am emotional, no matter what that brother of mine has told you. I am just good at hiding stuff.”

“So you are emotional? Did you cry when you watched Titanic?” you ask quickly to fix the tension.

“I didn’t watch it.”

“Seriously? Man, you have to!”

“Yeah, as well as a dozen other things like Jane Austen movies, I was told so.”

“You never watched them?” Mycroft shakes his head, and you just stare at him for a good minute. “Mycroft Holmes, you have no idea what world you are living in. You know what… I will make you a list of stuff you have to read and watch and give it to you the next time we meet. Deal?” Mycroft lets a smile out and nods. “You will watch them?”

“Possibly.”

“Come on! Then I will have to watch them with you,” you shrug your shoulders. “I do not mind doing that, so you will know what people are talking about, Mycroft.”

“I know what they are talking about.”

“Not when we discuss the fandoms.”

“Fine,” he nods, trying to look serious, but you catch him smiling at his plate. And yes, it most probably will be a date.


I dunno. Part 4? I have no idea if it’s worth it. Sorry for disappointing you. 

Headcannons for the Group Therapy fic thing cuz it was requested like twice that I continue this so. I might do a fic later, no promises.

This also includes stuff already mentioned in the fic ‘Group Therapy’ which I wrote :D

I know someone else made some headcannons that i kind of base some of these on ? but i read a lot of headcannons so i dont exactly know which are based and what theyre based on. Sorry.

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Eh...

The more I think about it…typically within the fandom “most” people always assign to the idea that SANSA is the root of all the tension between herself and Arya and that she’s the “aggressor” or the “instigator.” or always the bad guy in the relationship. But if we look at what we’ve seen, and read within the books, While Sansa might be rude and say hurtful things and even tattle, Arya tends to get PHYSICAL. 

She throws food at her sister in Winterfell, she yanks the piss out of her hair during that mock trial, her whole spiel this episode involved her being physically intimidating by snaking her way up into Sansa’s personal space.

Even when Arya is accusing her of being a no good, spoiled, conniving traitor, Sansa doesn’t really even dignify it with much credence. I mean her basic response is “If that’s what you think, get fucked…” -shrugs and walks away.- I mean yes, she does look upset by the accusation but she doesn’t escalate it, she doesn’t make it a big deal. 

Meanwhile Arya goes out of her way to assume the absolute worst and look for proof of it, never considering that she’s being led by the nose and set up. So much for being soooo smart. 

The amount of “Omg Sansa is a scheming power hungry bitch and Arya is a boss for putting her in her place.” posts disturbs me….How about “Wow, Sansa was accused of the worst and instead of throwing a shit fit, she was the bigger person and walked away.” or “Arya, Stop. Think.” 

Jon: Winterfell is yours.
Sansa: No its yours.
Silly viewers (SV): Omfg that bitch is scheming to steal winterfeelll1111
Sansa: Winterfell is yours Bran.
Bran: Nah. 
SV: OMFG THAT BITCH WANTS THE POWEEERR.
Disgruntled Northerners: OMG LEAD US.
Sansa: Nah Jon is King. 
Arya+ SV: OMFG THAT BITCH IS SCHEMING TO TAKE IT ALL.
LIttle Finger: Hahaha hohoho trolololol

Look I appreciate both Sansa and Arya for their differences and their strengths. Ned said himself that they were “two sides of the same coin.” (EDIT: What was actually said was: “So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm … Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you … “)

In essence whats said is that  they needed one another, and they DO. And its obvious that their character arcs will end with them reconciling, something they were unable to do as children. They are GOING to put aside their childhood issues and insecurities and be true sisters and allies.

That doesn’t mean i can’t be annoyed with the utter bitchiness Arya is exuding atm. It doesn’t mean that I think Sansa is perfect, or better or even the best all the time. I just don’t find her to be the current aggressor. or the escalator. And in this case Arya is clearly in the wrong.  

When a King is Really a Queen 2/4

Oliver Queen writes romantic suspence novels under the name Olivia King on his way to reveal his true identity he meets one of Olivia King’s biggest fans, Felicity Smoak, and she is not very happy.

This is based on the Hallmark Movie “A Novel Romance.”  I’m writing as a bit of a love letter to all the amazing romance writers that bring me happy. I so hope you enjoy!

Thanks so much for the lovely comments and reblogs! I’m so glad people have been enjoying :) Also available to read on AO3.

Thanks so much to @almondblossomme for her proofing and constant support!


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Oliver had been on his way to meet up with his old friend John Diggle when he had run into Felicity.  He had always trusted John’s advice and he had originally suggested they meet up and he wanted to hear his thoughts on Oliver’s upcoming reveal, now he was more interested to hear what he had to say about Felicity Smoak.


Oliver opened the door to Merlyn’s coffee and saw John sitting at one of the tables. The morning rush seemed to be dying down so Oliver got in a shorter line than expected to grab a coffee.


“A Merlyn’s Awesome for here please.” Oliver smiled at the girl behind the counter.  She quickly poured a coffee into a glass mug for in store purchases.

Oliver made his way over to John.

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Please Don’t Go | Pt. 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1235

Masterlist |Ask/Request

Part 1 | Part 3

Originally posted by koiyomi


“My name is Y/N. From now on, I’m your new friend and I’ll make sure that you see not only the bad things but also the good things in life.“

Jungkook looked at your smiling face. You definitely had a beautiful smile, he noticed. Your tiny hands were holding onto his sweater like you were holding onto your dear life, the warmth that was radiating from your body making Jungkook realize that this was the first time -after a long time- he was wrapped in someones embrace since she left him.

He studied your face carefully, without missing any corner. Your doe and shiny eyes were looking into his doe ones, your long lashes almost touching your eyebrows whenever you blinked with your eyes. Your cheeks were tinted with a natural looking rosy color, which matched to your beautiful lips. Averting his eyes from your mouth, Jungkook noticed the little dimple on your right cheek which added a cute smile to your already welcoming one.

Whenever the cold wind blew, strands of your hair fell in front of your eyes, which you tried to remove by shaking your head from side without removing your hands from his waist.

Without thinking, Jungkook lifted his hands, took the strands of hair and tucked it behind your ears. The moment he saw your wide eyes, he noticed what he had done. Out of reflex, he took your now freezing hands and removed them from his waist harshly, which made you stumble back and fall on the ground. Without turning around, Jungkook started walking away from your hurting body and ignored your shouts. “Hey, wait!“

Fastening is pace a little bit more, Jungkook cursed at his stupid movements. For a little moment, he imagined looking into her eyes, being in her comforting hug and touching her soft hair. After all the things she had done to him, he still imagined her like a stupid, desperate man.

Right when he thought that he was rid of you, he heard your faint shouts and footsteps. “Yah, Grumpy! Can you please walk a little bit slower?“

Jungkook stopped walking and turned around. When he saw you limp slowly toward him, he took big steps toward you and before he reached you, he took his gun out of his belt and pointed it to you. Giving you the most deathful glare, he hissed through gritted teeth. “I think you didn’t understand what I said earlier! Believe me, I mean it! I could kill you right here, at this moment and no one would notice that you’ve disappeared!“

Not even flinching one bit, you took a big step toward him and started clapping with your hands excitedly, while flashing him your wide smile. “Wow, bad boy image, I like that!“

Confused, Jungkook looked at your face. Was she insane?

“Are you deaf? I said I could kill you! Aren’t you scared?“

Rolling your eyes, your grabbed his wrist and started walking while you were dragging him with you. “Why should I be scared? Eventually, I will die one day. It doesn’t matter whether you kill me or I die by myself.“

Jungkook removed his wrist from your grip and stopped walking. “What do you want?“

You, too, stopped walking. Turning to him, you looked into his eyes. “I want you to enjoy life. Stop being this grumpy boy and open your eyes. Life is too short to waste it like you’re doing right now. Let’s make a deal. Give me one day to prove you that life isn’t as negative as you think it is. If I can’t make it, I’ll leave you alone, I swear.“

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “You sound like you only have one month left to live.“

A little smile formed on your lips and you averted your eyes. Taking a deep breath you reached out for his hand and started to drag him along with you. „Now come. It’s freezing cold and I don’t want do get sick. After all, I have a mission to accomplish!“

And this time, Jungkook let you drag him along with you.


Jungkook was seated on your comfortable sofa, one hand holding a cup of tea and the other placed on a pillow that was placed on your thigh, ready to get treated by you. It has been already half an hour since Jungkook was in your apartment but he still felt like a lost puppy in a big crowd. The stiffness of his body and the unusual feeling of having someone beside him that took care of him made him uncomfortable. He hated to relay on other people. He believed that he could do everything by himself and till now, he did.

“Your hand looks like it has been run over by a car.“ you said, not removing your eyes from his hand.

Without realizing, a faint chuckle left Jungkook’s mouth. Looking up, he saw your widened eyes and a big smile plastered on your face. Confused, he looked at you. “What?“

Pointing at him, you answered with a surprised tone. “You chuckled! And I saw a dimple, right here!“

Reaching out for his cheek, you tapped the spot where his dimple appeared seconds ago. Leaning his head back, Jungkook shoved your hand away. “Whatever..“

When you finished taking care of his hand, you leaned back on the sofa and looked up at your ceiling. Copying your movements, Jungkook did the same and closed his eyes. After a long time, he had a place to sleep in without freezing and a comfortable sofa other than the hard asphalt.

Right when he was ready to be engulfed by the darkness, he heard your comforting voice. “Hey, Grumpy. What do you desire?“

Rolling his eyes without opening them (is that even possible??), Jungkook took a deep breath. “Nothing.“

“Eyy, there must be something that your heart desires.“

“My heart desires nothing. Can you be quiet now? I want to sleep.“

Ignoring his words, you shifted a little bit. “Yah, how can that be? Every heart desires something!“

“You think you know every thing, don’t you? Then tell me what my heart desires.“

“Do you want to know it?“

“Yes, whatever.“ Jungkook answered with an annoyed voice.

“Your heart desires one thing.. That it doesn’t hurt anymore..“

The moment Jungkook heard your words, his head shot up and he looked at you with an unreadable look. You, on the other hand, smiled sadly at him and patted his shoulder. “Good night, grumpy new friend. Sleep well..“

Standing up from the sofa, you walked toward your bedroom but stopped when you heard a faint whisper. “It’s Jungkook.“

Turning around, you looked at him with an confused look. “What?“

Looking into your eyes with his grateful ones for the first time, he smiled weakly. “My name.. It’s Jungkook..“

Replacing the confused look on your face with a happy smile, you nodded your head once. “Good night, Jungkook.“

Only when Jungkook saw that you closed your bedroom door after you left the living room, did he whisper a faint “Good night, Y/N..“ back. Closing his heavy eyelids, he allowed the darkness to engulf him.

After all, tomorrow will be a tiring day for the both of you.


Author’s Note: Okay, I think this scenario is going to take longer than I thought.. But I still hope that you like it. This part is a bit boring but part 3 will be better, I hope.. Let me know what you think about it~

Star Trek: DS9 Notes - S7, Vol. 1

BACK IN IT, TO WIN IT: Deep Space Nine Season 7!!!!!

7x01 ‘Image in the Sand’
- Majel Barrett’s voice, omg, I’m home
- COLONEL. Colonel Anastasia Komananov. naahh I’m just teasing — COLONEL KIRA :D

new hair too

- Kira: “I remember when the cult of the Pah-Wraiths used to be a joke. Now those red armbands are appearing all over Bajor. It’s like everyone’s gone crazy.”
  Odo: “A lot of people feel abandoned by the Prophets.”
  Kira: “Believe me I know how they feel. But that’s no excuse to turn to hate and fear.”
  anyway it’s 2017 in America and I’m struck
- whattup I missed Miles and Julian like my own friends
- life’s ambition tbh: serving on a starship alongside Career NCO Chief O’Brien
- turns out Ben can play the piano, and it very figures. he’s currently trying to jazz out his feelings.
- I love this show like a childhood I didn’t have. how is this like, retrograde formative. I’m emosh.
- Admiral Ross: “You still think he’s coming back?”
  Kira: “Don’t you?”
  Admiral Ross: “—I’ll be in touch.” ho hoho
- Deep Space Nine is straightforward but not simple. maybe that’s the phrase I’ve been trying to put my finger on for months. because I love a lot of…kinda ornate shows? with a lot of heady stuff going on, all sorts of stylistic experimentation, blah blah blah, and Star Trek…isn’t that. but it’s STRONG. the themes and emotional resonance might be purer for being uncluttered.

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Habits - Part 3

Sofia’s Masterlist | Sneha’s Masterlist

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)


Summary:

Finding a place to live in New York City is harder than you thought, and yet when Bucky Barnes makes you an offer you can’t reject, you think your bad luck with hideous apartments might be over. The catch? You two can’t stand each other. (Living with him can’t be that bad, can it?)

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 1943

A/N: sooo we know it’s almost midnight where we are but we just finished chapter 3 and want to share it with you guys! Also, a massive thank you for all your support with this series, it means the world to us.

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He can feel everyone looking at him. Natasha’s hiding a smirk none too well, Steve ducks to hide a grin, and Wanda’s trying really hard to stop the smile that’s fighting it’s way onto her face.

It’s Sam that bursts out laughing. “Loving the hair, old man. Were you going for flamingo, or is that just an added benefit?”

There’s a chorus of laughs after that, and Sam and Y/N highfive, both laughing so hard they have tears in their eyes. Bucky can feel his blood boiling.

“Yeah, real funny. Wow. Hilarious.”

It takes a few minutes for the laughter to die down, and even then he can see the more-than-occasional glance thrown his way from each member of the team (and he can hear Sam and Y/N make more jokes on the side.). He’s going to get her back, he swears on it. The fucking Birdman too. He’s going to get it.

Seething, he takes a seat in one of the chairs.

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anonymous asked:

What do you like about Zoe Murphy?

Oh wow. What don’t I like about Zoe Murphy? I am so glad you asked me this anon, because you totally just gave me the perfect excuse to go off on why Zoe is such an important, complex character.

Let us start at the beginning, when we are first introduced to Zoe. Zoe is Evan’s crush that he has placed on a pedestal right from the get go. She’s Evan’s dream girl so she must be amazing right?

This brings us to the second verse of “Anybody Have A Map?” where the audience is introduced to the Murphy family. Unlike so many stories of this nature where guy-has-crush-on-girl-while-girl-doesn’t-even-acknowledge-him, we aren’t physically introduced to Zoe through Evan’s eyes. We’re introduced to Zoe in her own house, having I guess what can be considered a typical family affair, showcasing the relationship Zoe has with both her parents and her brother. And to be honest, there is nothing remarkable about her at first glance. I love this. Zoe is just your “average teen” annoyed at her brother (though we later find out it is much, much more complicated than that) eating breakfast before her first day of school.

The next time we see Zoe is in the middle of “Waving Through A Window” when she comes up to Evan to apologize for Connor pushing him. Something notable here is that she knows Evan’s name. Yes she has to confirm it, and she definitely doesn’t really know Evan, but she is still aware of his existence, proving contrary to Evan’s bit at the beginning of the show. And she. is. nice. to. him. No, she doesn’t offer Evan a proverbial branch of friendship, but they have a straightforward, outwardly unremarkable, nice conversation. 

After Connor’s death is when we really get involved in Zoe and her story. Connor’s suicide is tragic and I will definitely rant about his side of the story another time. But just because Connor has a tragic story, it doesn’t lessen all of the shit he put Zoe through. Yes, Connor was experiencing mental illness, and hopelessness, and loneliness which led him to substance abuse and isolation. It is okay to be sympathetic towards Connor. However, being sympathetic towards Connor does not mean he wasn’t the monster Zoe knew him as.

Zoe says before “For Forever” that Connor was a bad person, and this is later elaborated on in “Requiem”. Before the song begins we have a line from Zoe that is so telling of her and her brother’s relationship and why she is having such a hard time grieving, “Just because Connor isn’t here trying to punch through my door screaming at the top of his lungs that he’s going to kill me for no reason.” This is abuse. I don’t care what Connor was going through this is still abuse. Did Zoe have to live in fear in her own home? A place where she was supposed to feel safe? And then after he dies she’s supposed to forget all about the terrifying side of Connor and pretend they had always had an ideal sibling relationship? Zoe vocalizes how she just cannot do that. She can’t just shelf all of the bad things about Connor and his actions.

All of her feelings towards the situation are turned upside down during “If I Could Tell Her”. Obviously everything Evan is saying during the song is fabricated, but this humanizes Connor for Zoe. Shows her that there was more to her brother than what he let on. I think what I’m trying to get at is that in a nutshell, Zoe is a good person. She feels things and allows herself to feel them. But she isn’t stubborn. She doesn’t stay mad/upset/hurt by Connor just to stay mad/upset/hurt by Connor. Zoe is open to change. Zoe is open to seeing things from a different perspective than her own, and then allows her own perspective to change based on what she has learned. This doesn’t invalidate the feelings she felt before that either.

I’m going to flash forward to the finale before I get more carried away than I already have, so beware of spoilers! After the truth comes out about Evan’s lies and over a year has passed, Evan and Zoe meet in the orchard. Zoe is capable of forgiveness. What Evan did wasn’t okay by a long shot, but she still forgives him. This won’t repair their relationship but it gives the both of them closure. In  a way Zoe’s even thanking Evan for the whole ordeal by asking him to meet in the orchard. Thanking him for helping her parents in a strange way to deal with their grief, giving her family the orchard to use as a safe haven, giving her headspace to imagine Connor in a non-hostile way that Zoe never knew when he was alive.

So this was drawn out and I apologize for that but I think what I love most about Zoe Murphy is her strength, her ability to be the bigger person, her capability to forgive, and just how real she is.

Plus she does jazz band which is awesome