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Yuri on Ice interview translation - PASH! 2017/05 (p24-25)

I am pleased to bring you the very first interview with director Sayo Yamamoto!!! You don’t know how much I’ve been waiting for this… This one is pretty general because of course she has never been interviewed before so they are asking her the basics, but it’s very interesting to finally hear things from her perspective too, since she’s the one who started it all. More interviews with her will be appearing in other magazines in the near future, I’m looking forward to those ones too.

Also, I believe a bright future is to be expected for Yuri on Ice, since she seems to have lots of plans…!! (I was shivering typing out the translation, lol)

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Interview (first appearance in media!)
The world of “Yuri on Ice” that director Yamamoto wanted to create
With 8 notebooks full of notes in one hand, director Sayo Yamamoto has answered our interview for the first time. We have asked her how this new animation that no one had ever seen before was born.

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For our final for digital art we were told to make a movie poster.
She didn’t tell me I couldn’t base it off anything, there for I took DEH as a good idea for said poster.

You guys I screamed when I found that picture of Connor, because I didn’t want to use the one with him looking at the letter. I worked so hard on this thing, possibly the one project I actually worked hardest on.

I would like to thank the DEH discord for helping me out with all the quotes, they were all so very kind. It was a lot of fun, and I’m glad to end one of my classes with a bang like this.

I wrote an essay to convince my teacher to let us watch Lilo and Stitch in class.

A few weeks ago in my math class everyone was really tired. So someone suggested we watched a movie instead of doing work that day. Then I immediately said that we should watch Lilo and Stitch (because why not). For the most part everyone in class agreed with me. But my teacher wasn’t buying that I was being dead serious about wanting to watch it. So he said as a joke that if came to school the next day and had written an essay on how Lilo and Stitch relates to math he would consider letting us watch it in class. I told him that if he wanted a paper, a paper he was going to get. But he still didn’t believe me. The next day I walk into class with this paper.

It didn’t work. We still haven’t watched Lilo and Stitch. I’m still salty.

anonymous asked:

Could you please recommend what could be considered the quintessential pulp adventure work? Something you would recommend to just "get" them, like if I somebody put a gun to my head and told me to write a pulp adventure parody tomorrow, what should I watch? Thank you.

That’s a surprisingly hard question to answer because there are a lot of misconceptions that people have about what pulp magazine adventure stories were actually like. The “frame of reference” that modern people have on them are the excellent Indiana Jones movies, which are great but the adventure pulp mags weren’t like that, with archeologist heroes in exotic locales going through gold filled tombs with supernatural objects of historic importance. I’m not going to say that kind of story didn’t exist, because, as you’ll see, the chief trait of pulp adventure stories were their diversity, but it certainly wasn’t common enough to be a trope. In the pulps, Indiana Jones just didn’t exist.

For an example of what I mean by that, contrary to popular belief, there were shockingly few stories, at least before the US joined World War II, where the Nazis were the bad guys. I can almost always tell if a cover is a 1930s pulp pastiche made in modern day because it has Nazis on it (and the obsession with Nazi wonder weapons like robots and flying saucers is almost always a modern obsession). People think pulp heroes fought Nazis all the time, when they really didn’t. This is partly because, before Pearl Harbor, being anti-Nazi was actually staking a controversial political position, which many publishers avoided doing. Though you’ll never read about this in the hagiographies about the “Greatest Generation,” a large portion of Americans were actually pro-Nazi because they were efficient and anticommunist.

Sure, that was one reason, but I think the main reason Nazis never showed up much is that people in the US were just plain terrified. You read enough old pulp, the fact they never mention the Nazis or European conflict starts to look downright pathological, like a blind spot. It reminds me of one of John Dolan’s more interesting observations: nobody ever mentioned Napoleon in Jane Austen’s body of work. Really? Nobody ever brought this up? The reason is that people in the social category Jane Austen wrote about were terrified out of their minds by Napoleon, who was the greatest general since Julius Caesar, and for most of his career, was essentially invincible.

(This is going to be unavoidably US centric since pulp mags were primarily, though not exclusively, a US phenomenon. There are some interesting exceptions, though: the German pulp Der Orchideengarten is especially historically important because it was the first true fantasy/horror magazine and predated Weird Tales by 5 years.)

The most shocking thing about pulp adventure stories is the sheer diversity of story types published in them. Popular genres of pulp adventure stories included:

  • The Oriental/Mongol Adventure (Harold Lamb is the best example)
  • Radio Adventure (there was a whole genre of story where radio operators were heroes, since radio was seen as incredibly high tech and cool in the tens and twenties)
  • The Roman-Era Adventure (Tros of Samothrace is the best example, a character who inspired Conan the Barbarian)
  • The Lost Race Adventure (the best example, though not the most famous, would be Thyra, Romance of the Polar Pit, where still living Vikings dwell at the north pole)
  • The Stone Age Adventure
  • The Scientific Detective (Archie Kennedy was the most famous, a detective who used science to catch criminals)
  • Historical Adventure (Zorro is one of the best known, published in the Argosy, the same magazine that gave the world Horatio Alger, Tarzan, and in its later days when it transitioned into being a paranormal tabloid, originated the legend of the Bermuda Triangle)
  • The Stone Age Past Life Regression Story (…too weird to possibly go into with the time we have)
  • The Ruritanian Romance (e.g. a Prisoner of Zenda Clone)
  • The Sword and Planet Romance (John Carter of Mars and its numerous ripoffs)

To directly answer your question…if someone pointed a gun to my head and told me to give him the most archetypal pulp adventure story, I’d say it would be found in the most archetypal pulp mag of all, Adventure, which often had stories of world travel and globetrotting adventure. The letters pages were especially fun, because they included true life facts about what it’s like to be bitten by a cobra, what dengue feels like, how to best survive a polar bear attack (hint: jump to the left, since most polar bears are left-handed), and even firsthand eyewitness accounts of current events like the Italian invasion of Abyssinia (Ethiopia).

If someone told me to pick the most archetypal story ever published in the most archetypal adventure pulp, it would be Talbot Mundy’s King of the Khyber Rifles, Featuring Captain Athelstan King, a secret agent in British-ruled India, he befriends the beautiful princess Yasmini, hinted as having bizarre mesmeric powers. It has a hint of the supernatural and black magic, great powers espionage and intrigue, fistfighting, going undercover in the seraglio, and bare knuckle fistfights.

Masked - Part 7

Word Count: 1717

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Language, panic attack, angst, don’t worry there is some fluff 

A/N: Soooo hey guys… I know it’s been awhile since I posted masked. I’m sorry! Finals are this week and then I’m out for the summer! So i should be able to post more often! Anyway enjoy and sorry for the wait again. 


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Part 6

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

After the team caught you and Peter in the middle of a makeout session, they wouldn’t let it go for months. On a daily basis, the both of you were teased endlessly because clearly, they had nothing better to do. For a while, you and Peter took it slow, not wanting to put labels on anything just yet. However, with the team’s constant pestering about you two should be “Facebook official” at this point, you proudly decided to call him your boyfriend. You also hoped that meant they would stop teasing you but you soon found out you two had a lot more to deal with.

First off, Clint always made kissy faces at the two of you, Tony would be way overprotective, and to make matters worse, Sam would go as far as suggesting that Peter should carry some protection in his pocket from now on. And yes, the Spiderling was mortified as well as you were. Natasha did kick his ass but that didn’t stop her and Wanda from asking for all the juicy gossip. In simpler terms; the team had issues with personal space but at this point, they weren’t changing.

Other than that, life was great with the Avengers. Especially now since Tony and Bruce were able to figure out a solution to help with the side effect you were having with your powers. If the team wasn’t protective before, they were now more than ever once they saw what could really happen if you overuse your powers. Long story short, you fainted on one of your first missions in the middle of the battle. You definitely got an earful that night. But with the power of science, you soon found an answer to your problems.

Weeks of testing led to a discovery of an imbalance the alien DNA caused in your immune system that resulted in random nosebleeds and feelings of lightheadedness. Finally, you were able to live a bit normally for someone whose DNA is mixed with an alien’s. All you had to do was get a shot four times a year from Bruce to keep everything stable.

Which led you to today, sitting in the lab as Bruce gave you your second shot of the year. And of course, your boyfriend was standing next to you holding your hand. You barely felt the shot but he was dead set on making sure you felt safe.

“And that should do it,” Bruce said putting away his supplies. “Tell me if you start feeling lightheaded or-”

“Greenie I know, you told me this before,” You joked as he rolled his eyes. “You and Tony gave me this whole speech on what I should look out for.”

Saying a quick goodbye, you followed Peter out into the living room before flopping down onto the couch. Laying your head in his lap you, sighed with content once he started playing with your hair.

“Wanna have a movie marathon?” Peter asked wiggling his eyebrows as you giggled. “And don’t tell me you have school work because I know you finished everything.”

“Pete I would love too but I have a paper due in two weeks-”

“Exactly two weeks,” He added as you slightly pouted. “Aw is my little glowstick gonna pout because they’re an overachiever. “

You sat up hitting your boyfriend’s arm playfully. “Excuse you Spiderling, but being an overachiever is the reason why I graduated early! Besides you never know when a mission comes up and-”

“Babe,” he interrupted brushing a few pieces of your hair out of your eyes that fell in your rambling.  You face turned a slight shade of pink as he continued talking. “I’m only giving you a hard time. Trust me I know how important school is for you but sometimes it’s good to take a break once in awhile.”

“Can we watch The Princess Bride?” You sheepishly mumbled giving in.

“Sure, and let me guess you want ice cream as well?”

Nodding excitedly, Peter laughed as he made his way to the kitchen. Just as you were about to press play on the movie, your boyfriend returned with bowls of ice cream. Giving him a quick peck on the cheek, you plopped down on the couch and started the movie.

The movie wasn’t on for long before you finished your ice cream and one of your favorite scenes from the movie was just about to appear. Giggling to yourself, you hopped out of your seat and turned to face your boyfriend.

“Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die,” You said pointing your spoon at Peter.

“Why am I not surprised,” He laughed as he stood up from his seat with a slight smirk. “You’re going down glowstick.”

“We’ll see about that spoody.”

Lunging forward you quickly hit his spoon before letting out another giggle. As the movie continued on in the background, the two of you chased each other around the room trying to get the upper hand. It wasn’t until Peter jumped over the couch when you realized you needed to use one of the moves Natasha taught you. As he landed in front of you, you swiftly knocked his feet from under him. Tackling your boyfriend to the ground, you laughed loudly.

“I win,” You said hovering over him.

“Oh, whatever will I do!” He dramatically yelled.

“Hmm,” You began leaning closer to Peter’s face. “A kiss should-”

Cutting you off, Peter closed the gap between the two of you and smashed his lips onto yours. Giggling a bit, you deepen the kiss, as things started to get a bit more heated. Letting him sit up, you wrapped your legs around his waist while running your fingers through his hair. As Peter’s hands slowly started sinking pass your hips, you heard someone clearing their throat.

“Parker, you better watch where you put your hands bud,” Tony said in a low voice.

Peter was off of you in a matter of seconds, muttering a slur of apologies as you sighed into your hands. Tony always knew when to come in and ruin a perfect moment.

“Tonyyyyyy,” You grumbled.


“What do you want,” Peter said as his face matched the color of his suit. “It better be important.”

“Well I mean I have some new suit updates for the both of you but you want to go back to sinning then by all means.”

“Says the man that use to bring home total strangers because he was-”

“So do you want to see the new updates or not?” Tony said clearly wanting to change the subject.  

“Fine,” The two of you said following Tony to the elevators. Sure you hated them but you were in no mood fighting about whether or not to take the stairs.

Stepping inside and watching the doors shut, you instantly got a bad feeling when the elevator shook. Trying to tell yourself it was just you being paranoid, you played with the hem of your shirt. Sensing that you were on edge, Peter stood next to you.

“Hey are you-” He said before the elevator came to a screeching stop.

Not good.

“FRIDAY, what’s happening?” Tony sighed as the A.I responded with only static. “We made in in here for a while.”

“Oh,” You responded feeling a lump grow in your throat.

This was not good at all.

“Hey, Pete can you hold this for me while I see what’s happening.”

“Yeah, sure thing.”

While they were both distracted, the walls started slowly closing in around you. Sinking to the floor, you found it harder and harder to breathe. All you could think about was that place. A place where you never wanted be again but here you were, reliving your horrible memories. You pushed back those thoughts for so long that it physically hurt just remembering them.

“Wait I think I got-”

Before Tony could finish his sentence, the elevator screeched once more as it fell down a floor. Letting out a loud gasp like everyone else, you buried your head in your knees.

“(Y/N)?” Peter asked once he saw the state you were in. “Babe.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, all you saw was your mom calling out to your younger self among the people running in terror as you gazed up at the sky watching large pieces of rubble falling towards you. You boyfriend’s voice was beginning to be drowned out by the images flashing by. You could now only hear people screaming and then, you did too.

Tony was in his own world until he heard a scream. Nearly having a heart attack he turned in your direction, only to see you shaking in the corner. It didn’t take long for him to put two and two together before he realized you were having a panic attack. He had so many himself that it was almost second nature to him.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong talk to me.” Peter panicked. “Babe, say something!”

“No… No… No… ,” You sobbed.

“Kid!” Tony shouted trying to get Peter’s attention. “Peter, get your ass over here and watch the tablet. The elevator is almost fixed just make sure FRIDAY gets rebooted. I got (Y/N), come over here.”

Peter nodded, still looking at you with a worried expression. Handing him the tablet, Tony watched as you remained in a fear-ridden state. Reaching out to touch your arm, you roiled and screamed once more. Whatever you were reliving was clearly something you pushed back for years. Tony knew exactly how you were feeling right now. Things always bubbled over at some point and today was that day.

“(Y/N), I just want you to know I’m here ok? You’re ok, and we’re going to get you out of here,” Tony said slowly reaching his hand out. Grabbing your hand, he felt you grip it tightly as you whispered under your breath. “Just hold my hand kid, we’ll be out of here soon.”

“Mom,” you whimpered. “Don’t leave me… ”

“You’re ok kid, you’re ok,” Tony whispered as his heart broke at the sight of you. He knew you were all getting out of this elevator but what he didn’t know was how much of his words were actually true.

And that was a thought that scared him.

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come what may || stiles stilinski

word count: 1563

warnings: mentions of sex. cute and adorable stiles stilinski

prompt: based on this song

author’s note: once again, my old blog was deleted so this is just a repost. enjoy!

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Truth Pt. 2

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Title: Truth
Genre: Angst
Authors note: This series will be updated every friday. Requests are still open:)

Part 1   Part 2,  Part three coming next week

It’s been a two weeks of going straight to work and back. Most of the boys have stopped trying to get in contact with me, but still I got daily texts from Jin and Taehyung.

I sat on my couch watching re-runs of old television shows, but I was to tired to pay attention.

There was a knock on my door. Confused I looked at the time. It was 10:30pm, who would be at my door so late?

“(Y/N)? Are you there?” Jin called out.

I stood by the door frozen. Hearing his voice made the feeling of self hate flood back through me. I didn’t want to face him. I didn’t want him to feel burdened with me.

“(Y/N) Please! I need to know if you’re okay..” He pleaded behind the door.

I still gave no reply. If I waited long enough I’m sure he would just leave. He didn’t leave, in fact I heard keys jingle together and the sound of my lock turning.

‘He has a spare!’ I forgot I had given him one.

He slowly opened my door and looked around before his eyes fell on me. I saw him sigh in relief. He quickly shut the door and proceeded towards me. He looked furious and I flinched as he grew close, but only to be engulfed into his arms.

“I thought something had happened to you or even worse you..” he didn’t finish, but I knew what he was referring to. His hug was warm and it took a lot of will power to push him away.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. Tears began to slip out of your eyes.

“What isn’t wrong?! I am so embarrassed and ashamed of myself. How could I let myself be fooled.” I cried. Jin looked at me and sighed. “You should talk to him (Y/N) at least hear him out.” Jin said.

“Why so I can just hear how he ‘didn’t mean it’ and ’ It was just meant to be harmless and didn’t mean for me to get hurt’!” I yelled. Jin looked down not sure what to say.

“ We slept together.” I whispered ashamed in myself. “He was my first.” Jin looked at me with wide eyes shocked at this sudden information. Being my best friend he knew I was a virgin, but also knew I was saving myself for someone I truly did love.

“I’m going to kill him!” Jin said. He was fuming his hands has curled into fists, his knuckles turning white.

I place my hand on his shoulder, motioning for him to calm down.

“Just leave it Jin it my fault. I should have known better and now I am faced with the consequences.” I told him wiping my tears.

“Consequences? What do you mean?!” Jin asked confused.

“Nothing Jin, just being embarrassed” You half lied.

Jin had stayed with me all night watching movies and just being there to support me. I didn’t want to tell him about the pregnancy. Not because I don’t trust him it’s because I know he would tell Taehyung and it’s not his place say.

In the morning Jin had left to go to practice. They have been working hard on their comeback and would soon be leaving to promote it.

‘Two weeks and I wouldn’t have to deal with the boys for 5 months

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kitkatkate28 : Hello! I was wondering if I could request a Newt (the maze runner) imagine/fiction off of something I saw that was just a gif. It was “imagine Newt having a hard time punishing you because he really liked you.” I would love it if you could do an image on that!

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Dan Stevens On Proving Mark Ruffalo Wrong With ‘Beauty And The Beast’
Mark Ruffalo told Dan Stevens that 'Beauty and the Beast' would be impossible.

Dan Stevens Wants To Prove Mark Ruffalo Wrong With ‘Beauty And The Beast’

Dan Stevens is having a productive 2017 so far. Not only does he play the lead on Legion – an X-Men spinoff that is one of the oddest superhero properties to come along in some time – he’s also the co-lead in this week’s sure-to-be-blockbuster, Beauty and the Beast. Now, we don’t see a lot of Stevens in Beauty and the Beast as we normally see him, but that’s him as The Beast, using motion capture technology while wearing stilts.

The live action Beauty and the Beast tells the familiar story of The Beast – a cursed prince who can only break the curse by finding true love in his now Beast form – and Belle (Emma Watson), a young woman who trades her freedom for that of her father (Kevin Kline) after The Beast imprisons him for stealing flowers. (It’s a lot more romantic than this description made it sound.)

Ahead, Stevens discusses the lack of encouragement he received from Mark Ruffalo after telling Ruffalo he’d be playing The Beast using motion capture technology. (“Lack of encouragement,” might be an understatement as Ruffalo, who has used motion capture himself to play The Hulk, called it “impossible.”) And now Stevens would like to take The Hulk to see Beauty and the Beast so Stevens can show Ruffalo how it all went.

How are you?

I’m doing all right. You are from Uproxx?

I am. And you’re from Beauty and the Beast.

I am. Among many other things, yes I am.

You’re playing the co-lead in this huge Disney movie, but we only see your face for a few minutes…

Well, actually, it is really my face for the whole movie.

Right, they used motion capture technology.

You know, the technology they ended up using, it was my face driving that digital mesh. And on the surface of it you would think, Oh, actually, I’m only in it for 10 minutes. But once I got my head around the technology, which initially was terrifying for everybody concerned because it’s never been used this extensively before. I couldn’t have made the movie if I had sat there for five months going, “This is never going to work.” You know, I had to believe – and everybody had to believe. And I had a great chat with Andy Serkis, who’s explored this technology but he’s never used it quite this way for any of his characters. I spoke to Mark Ruffalo, who had done something similar for Hulk, but not exactly the same – and he told me it would be impossible, which was frankly a spur.

Mark Ruffalo is not being very encouraging.

I know. So, if nothing else, I feel like I really want to take him to see the movie and see what he thinks.

And you were on stilts.

On stilts, yeah. The sort of layers and levels of challenges with this film were pretty infinite. And that was something, really, that both Andy and Mark were very, very helpful in kind of explaining that once you do wrap your head around it, it’s just the same as any other acting exercise. It’ll seem a bit odd, but after a while you’ll grow to love it. And I think it sounds like Mark had a pretty similar journey with Hulk where initially, there’s this kind of “What the hell” moment and then you realize just how fun this can be.

Beneath the technology and the character’s ferociousness, The Beast is kind of a sad sack.

But I think that’s the misconception right there in your question, really, that somehow all this technology would somehow erode any humanity. And I think actually now, what’s happening is that fantasy is getting pretty real. And especially with the beast, where he is not a beast. You know, to quote the beast, he’s not a beast, he’s a man who’s been cursed and turned into a beast. And there is still that humanity shining out through the eyes. It’s certainly the cornerstone of the Jean Cocteau version. You know, these very human, soulful eyes – Jean Marais’ eyes staring out mournfully. It felt incredibly futuristic every time I would go into this facility, and then to sort of step onto an 18th century French set and fuse those two things.


 Pairing: Lin x Reader, my first Lin fic, I’m excited af

Requested by: No one, I just got this idea at 12 AM, I should’ve been asleep, I had a test the next day wtf

Trigger Warnings: Disabilities

One day. It takes one day to change a person’s life. Not even a whole day. Maybe an hour, a minute, a single second. But from that moment on there’s something different, something special that will make your life change course in the blink of an eye.

You were completely unprepared for that day.

You were going through your to-do list, waking up early in the day so that you’d have time to write.

You were an amateur writer, to say the least. In your ten years of writing, you’d managed to write three children’s books and a novel, none of which were published. Call it fear of rejection or perfectionism, but you weren’t ready. You weren’t sure you’d ever be.

But back to the list.

1. Get coffee.

You stood in line at your usual coffee place, standing behind a teenage couple. It reminded you of how dreadfully alone you were, but you were so used to it that anything else seemed overrated. So you smiled kindly when the girl looked at you and went about your business. You stepped up when it was your turn, surprised to see a new cashier. Anxiousness started to bubble up at the pit of your stomach as she asked you want you’d like to drink. “Just a coffee, please. One cream, five sugars.”

The young lady chuckled and started pressing button on the register as you dug through your purse for your wallet. After finally finding it, you look up. The cashier was looking at you expectantly. “I’m sorry,” You said, “What did you say?”

“I said that’ll be $2.58.”

As you handed her the money, she smiled sympathetically, “You must be having a rough morning.” You laughed quietly and stepped to the side. You found an empty booth and slid in, letting out a deep breath. Only a few more minutes and you could go. You just needed coffee, then you could go about your day.

You sat, twiddling your thumbs and playing with your hair for a minute or two before looking up at the counter. The young lady held your cup with the same look as before. As you grabbed the cup with a quiet thank you, she spoke once more, “Miss, are you sure you’re okay?”

Her head spun to the side and followed her glance, finding your usual cashier. You sighed in relief as he walked up to you. “Sorry, Y/N, she’s new here. She doesn’t know.”

“It’s alright. Just makes me a little nervous, ya know.”

“Yeah, I get it. Have a good day, Y/N.”

“You, too!”

You walked out with your coffee and purse, looking at your list.

1. Get coffee.
2. Pick up book on Egyptian culture.

You nodded to yourself and placed your notepad back in your purse. You quickly realized you were walking from the library so you turned around.

And bumped right into someone.

And spilled your coffee all over him.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” You apologized profusely. He looked up as you continued rambling apology after apology, smiling at you adoringly. As soon as you stopped talking, he spoke, stuttering over his words a bit. “It’s fine. I just, um. You left this,” He held up your phone, “Or dropped it, I don’t know. I just- Okay, I found this in the coffee shop and I noticed just as you were walking out. I was trying to return it to you.” It was like he was thinking faster than he could talk. He continued after taking a breath, his excited, childlike eyes trained on yours. “And I know this is gonna sound weird, but I’ve been following you for a block and a half trying to get your attention, but it’s like you were deaf or something. It was impossible.” He huffed with a laugh.

He offered you your phone sheepishly, privately wondering why you had yet to say a word other than I’m sorry. As your hands brushed, you felt a shock between the two of you. Like a literal shock. You pulled your hand away in a reflexive movement, as did he. Suddenly, he looked up, his eyes wide.

“Holy shit, are you deaf?”

“I am.”

His cheeks began to flush with blood, making them appear rosier. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to be insensitive or anything. Fuck, I’m sorry, Miss…”

“Just call me Y/N.”


He smiled at you as he realized that you weren’t offended or angry. Everything was starting to make sense to him now. Why you were so nervous at the cash register, why you hadn’t heard the cashier call your name, why you hadn’t turned around when he called you as you strolled down the street.

“Um, why don’t you come home with me?”

“No dinner first?” He pressed a hand to his heart. “Very blunt. I like it.”

You laughed as a grin snuck onto his face, “To wash your shirt.”

As you both headed back to your place, you were convinced that someone was going to jump out with a camera and shout You’ve been punked! This man, whose name you learned was Lin, seemed to good to be true. He was a genius, yet humble. He had two successful Broadway musicals, two Tonys, and an amazing Disney movie under his belt, but could still ramble on and on about how underrated the smell after rain is. “I’m just saying, how can people not love that smell?”

After the slippery encounter, Lin had managed to get your number. You both kept in contact for the next eight months. Sometimes you’d text each other everyday. Other times, one conversation would span over two weeks because of how busy you both were. He had to go back to London to work on the new Mary Poppins movie a few months back, which made everything much harder.

Although he was miles away, your heart still managed to attach to his being. You willed yourself not to like him. You told yourself that girls like you don’t get guys like him. Then rumors started to float around about Lin dating his costar, and jealousy flooded your veins. It didn’t help that he was practically ignoring you either.

All his text responses would turn into, Hold on, I think Emily needs me for rehearsal.

All of your Skype chats had to be rescheduled because, Oh, I’m sorry. Emily and I had this thing to do.

Therefore, you immersed yourself in your work. You were in the process of writing a novel with Egyptian characters, hence the book from the library. You were writing day and night, only stopping to pee and stock up on snacks.

So when your iPad had Lin’s face shining across it, you contemplated whether or not you should answer. He’d been ignoring you for weeks. The least you could do was give him a taste of his own medicine. Make him feel the same way you did. Your finger hovered over the decline button as you felt the jealousy starting to kick in.

Suddenly, your dog, Mowgli (you were obsessed with The Jungle Book as a kid), jumped onto your lap, startling you because you didn’t hear him coming. He was a fairly big dog, so you fell out of your chair, but not before you accidentally pressed answer.

“Mowgli!” You groaned.

You got back up in your chair to see Lin’s confused face. It was the first time you’d seen him for about a month. His hair had grown a bit longer in the front, and his eyes seemed brighter than ever. He seemed happy. “You okay? What happened?”

You pushed your hair out of your face, “Mowgli happened.”

He laughed as you shooed your dog away and picked up your pen, preparing to continue your writing. “Are you alright?” He asked. He was walking down the streets of London, surely on his way to set. “You look tired.”

“Gee thanks.” You snorted.

“A good tired! Working tired!” He defended with a chuckle. “Trust me, I know that look. I invented that look. What are you working on?”

“A new novel.”

“Are you going to at least attempt to get this one published?” He asked, already knowing your answer. You shook your head and he tilted his head back in what you can assume was a groan. “All writers get rejected, Y/N. I got rejected. JK Rowling got rejected. And if she got rejected, everyone’s getting rejected.” He rolled his eyes at your stubbornness. “You can’t let that stop you.”

“Why do you even care, Lin?” You asked.

“What do you mean? I’m your friend; I care about you.”

You folded your arms across your chest and leaned back in your chair, “Sure doesn’t seem like it.” You muttered. Lin raised his eyebrows as he watched you. He had stopped walking, sitting on a bench somewhere. “I heard that, you know. You’re the deaf one, not me.” He joked. “What’s gotten into you? You were fine a month ago.”

“Nothing. I’m fine, Lin. Just go film your movie.” You told him glumly. “I’m sure Emily needs you for a scene or an interview or something.”

His eyebrows furrowed, but he was fighting a smile as he realized what was happening. You were jealous of Emily. That explained why you were working nonstop and why you weren’t answering his texts. You liked him, and he couldn’t be happier about it.

He had a crush on you ever since he saw in that coffee shop. His heart broke when he had to leave you behind for London. He promised he’d stay in contact. He called you whenever he had a break, and texted you as frequently as he could manage. He spent every waking moment thinking of you, and now that he knew you liked him too, he could finally act on it.

“Look,” He said, “I just got on location, but I will call you back soon, okay?”


Moments later, the call ended and you were back to writing. It wasn’t five minutes later that the lights started flashing, indicating that someone was ringing your doorbell. You groaned and dropped your head onto your work, “I can’t get a break!”

You stood up, dragging yourself to the door. You opened the door and your eyes widened at who was standing at your door.


“Lin, what the hell? You’re supposed to be in London!” You grabbed his bicep and pulled him inside. “So, don’t be mad at me,” He started, “But I found this in my bag when I got to London.” He held up a transcript of the first novel you wrote. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly as you looked at him incredulously. “And by found, I mean I took it before I left.”


“Hear me out! I sent it to a couple publishing firms under a pseudonym. Two of them rejected it-”

“Oh my god, Lin, why-”

“Three of them want interviews.”

You stood and stared at him. You were sure that this a dream. This couldn’t be real. Three publishing firms said yes. Three. You couldn’t believe it. You never thought you’re writing was all that. That’s why you never tried to get your work published. You knew there were people that were much better writers than you. You figured, what was the point?

“Three of them?”


“Want interviews?”

“As soon as possible.”

Lin grinned as you finally started to understand what was happening. “I’m gonna published!” You squeaked. “I’m gonna be published!” You jumped into his arms, squeezing him with all your might. You felt his chest vibrate with laughter as he spun you around. After he set you down, he lightly pushed you an arm’s length away and wiped his palms on his jeans.

“There’s something else I wanna tell you.”

“Well, I’m not sure if anything can top that, but you can try.” You giggled. He laughed nervously before telling you his news.

“I know you were mad at me for ignoring you and rescheduling, but I wanted to do this to surprise you. I’m gonna make this short before I start rambling, but I’m just trying to say… I love you.”

Tears sprang to your eyes and you covered your mouth in surprise. “You,” You started, shaking your head, “You learned sign language for me?”

He nodded his head, stepping closer to you. “So every time you said Emily needed you, or that you were busy-”

“I was either meeting with a publishing firm or taking sign language courses.” Lin took your hands in his, pulling you towards him. “Still mad at me?”

You grinned and leaned in, pressing your lips to his. It was as if all your feelings for Lin came crashing down at once and finally realized that you loved him. You loved Lin-Manuel Miranda in all his genius, dorky, beautiful glory. And no matter where he went or what he was doing, he felt the same about you.

When you pulled away, Lin rested his forehead against yours, taking deep breaths. Suddenly, he ran down the hall to your bedroom. You laughed at his excited behavior and followed behind him. “Might I ask what you’re doing?”

He turned away from your bed, where he had started packing your suitcase. “Your first interview is oh so conveniently scheduled in London.”

“Of course it is.”

Pray you'll catch me

POV y/No

As you may know Cameron has been back on tour with magcon for a while. And while im fine with it and understand that its his job. Sometimes it get hard when there thousands of girls all over him everyday. Things just don’t seam like they used to be. When everything was fine. Me and cam have been dating for almost two years. Tour is the hardest part of our relationship. So much so that im needy and clingy when he comes home. 

So this time when he came home we’d sent 1 of his 5 day break together, and even then we were fighting about non since. Today when he left he’d told me that when he got back we would have a movie night, just him and me. So I’d gotten the movies all of my and his favorite movie to watch together, and snack a lot of snacks. But after 10 I started to get worried, after he told me he would be home by 8. So I called. Twice. Then texted, just once. no answer to any of it. So I looked through snap chat, and saw Nate was having a party. I assumed that was where he was. So I began to watch  Narnia on my own. But feel asleep about half way through it, from being tired at work, and emotional drained. 

I never wanted to tell Cam about my feelings because I felt clingy as it was. So I never did. I woke up to a cold hard slam of the wooden door to the pent house apparent that me and cam shared when he was here. I startled me making me jump, and almost fall off the coach. I saw him, I looked in his eyes and notice he was drunk, and this time I was going to yell at him. I was But he was drunk, stronger than me, and I dint really feel like fighting with him. I was tried and not the sleepy kind. But that didn’t stop and argument that was inevitable. 

“You had people over?” he slurred quietly in disappointment. “I though we were suppose to have a movie night.” He continued not letting me get any words in between his question and comment.

“No, I didn’t, And I though so to” I spat madly. He had the never…

“then what is all of this?” He pointed to the snack I had gotten for us. The sound of his voice escalated quickly. 

“ They were for us” I said quickly with disappointment washing over my voice, it was shaky now. Trying not to argue and let all my feelings out at the same time I took my blanket and beginning to walk back to the bed room. 

“Where The fuck do you think your going?” he shouted grabbing my arm. 

“To sleep Cam, Im not in the mood for this.” I handed him the blanket in my hand. “You can sleep on the coach.” I wasn’t made that he got drunk, Im no saint, but his clothes smelled like perfume, and not mine. they were ripped. Not the cute ripped where clothes you buy from the stores. like someone had tried to pull them off of him, and she had. So I was done. And I was going my bed room. But I had one question. I turned around to see him closer that before. my face was in his chest and when the scents mixed, they were bad, a nasty order of what he’d done.  

“Was she good.” I asked him calmly. 

“What are you talking about?” he asked calmly trying to wrap is arms around my waist. I pulled away. 

“ The girl who you fucked, was she good/” I said taking a pause as I realize that all my emotions where coming out. “Was she good? Because Obviously Im not good enough.” I slam my hands against his chest. He stepped back from the force. I herd my hands hit his chest. “ was she better than me?” I asked. He, the so well versed Cameron Dallas, was at a loss for words. 

“You think Im dumb Cameron but Im not okay im not."I shout at him, as she stepps forward tring to grab me again. 

"I don’t think you are” he says trying to grab me once again. 

“Yes you do Cam, you have to, you have to think i’m dumb, and don’t see all the blog post, and everything on social media, or even I magazine. You all over girls all the time and you think I don’t see it.” I yell pulling away once again my hand raising with my voice. 

“Im not all over any girl.” He says garbing my hands to keep them from shaking with anger.

“Well their all over you and you don’t do anything to stop it.” I saying pulling my hands away not wanting to be touched at all. I turned away. Then back realizing there was more to say. 

“ Im not stupid I know you mess with other girls, I just thought you might stop. I though If I didnt say anything that you would just magically stop. You know what maybe I am dumb, to think you would just stop.” I say turning around. But I wasn’t done yet. I made it half way down the hall before turning back to see a stunned Cameron Dallas not come after me, like every other argument in the past. 

“I can tasted the dishonesty Its all love your lips."I say with my hands low as I renigg back to my softer attitude I carry with me most of the time. "I Pray I catch you whispering, about how you want to do better, or that you still love me and we can make this work. Because you haven’t told me you loved me in months, you don’t even say it back anymore " 

"but the more than that I pray you catch me listening.” “I pray you catch me listening.” I said finally letting a tear fall from my eyes and down my check.

“Pray to catch you whispering, I pray you catch me listening, I pray to catch you whispering, I pray you catch me” I muttered as I turned around and walked down the rest of the  hall and into bedroom, closing the door and locking it.

Diary of a Black Male: Entry #38

I just had a pretty shitty weekend to be honest. But i guess it is my fault though. I mean, I will take responsibility but damn.

Ok so I have been talking to this girl name Athena. I have been talking to her a while now. We aren’t exclusive or anything like that. Actually, we never went on a date or went out in public together. We just have been kicking it on the low but not really. I mean, we have hung out a few times, she spent the night with me a few times and you know, the notorious. She’s a really cool girl. We don’t really kick it on a consistent basis but you know I still fucks with her and we kick it whenever we can. 

She is busy with school and work and so am I. So whenever we don’t get the chance to speak to each other, it is ok because the both of us understands. Athena and I had grown closer over the summer and it seemed like things were looking up for the two of us. But as time passed we kind of fell off for whatever reason. It bothered me a bit but it took me no time to forget about. That probably sounds stupid but I mean it really isn’t that hard when you’ve got distractions in every which direction. 

During the time Athena and I were growing closer to one another I had been getting reacquainted with an old friend, Tiara. Tiara and I go way back. I’ve known her for a few years now. She was my ace, she was like family. Well I won’t act like that all she was because she was more than that. She is actually my ex girlfriend. I mean, I might as well be honest.

Tiara and I broke up on bad terms. I hadn’t spoken to her and years. She had tried reaching out to me several times but I shut it down early. She reached out to me again and I guess she had perfect time because at the time she reached out to me, I was becoming a new man. I was trying to understand who I was and I thought after all these years and being an adult now, I could let bygones be bygones.

We catch up quick. I initially was an asshole to her. I guess that was a way express myself without actually saying anything. I guess you’d say  was being passive aggressive. But anyway. That is over now and we are on good terms regardless of what happened those years ago. We were best friends again and I enjoyed that. I missed her and I wanted us to be friends again.

I told Tiara everything, she knew about Athena and I. She even gave me advice on the things I should do and what I should say to her. I quickly realized how she was actually down for me and had my best interest at heart. So she knew about the relationship between Athena and I. She knew what went on, when it happened, and so forth. Whenever Athena would live I would call her to let her know what happen. She was rooting for us and I loved it. I felt like she was a true homie, like she was one of the boys.

So fast-forward a couple of months. The dynamics of our relationship had changed. For the most part she realized that I also was concerned about her best interests and I was down for her and had her back. At first she would just come chill with me for the night then bounce. Then one night she told me she was too tired to drive home. I told her she could wait until the morning and it was ok with me. After that night things changed from that point on.

She started to stay over my often. It had just become a thing. It got to a point where she would invite herself over and I would also ask whether or not she will spend the night. It went from sleeping on separate sides of the bed, separate covers, to cuddling, to cuddling half naked, to the point where so nights she would just sleep naked. 

I mean you are probably think why would I let her do this if she supposed to be my friend. But in my defense I kind of like it when she slept naked, for obvious reasons. That probably is an “ain’t shit” thing to say but at least I am being honest. Sometimes the both of us would sleep naked and sometimes we had sex. I mean it is what it is. Shit happens.

But what about Athena, right? Well. I mean she was still there but she had her own thing going on. At no point in our relationship have we  ever put a title on whatever it was we were doing. I always thought of it as we were just kicking it. I am not sure what else to call it. Was she convenient? No, I wouldn’t say that even though that is the way it may seem. I mean, we hung out whenever it was convenient for the both of us. I mean, whenever we had time, we kicked it. We didn’t kick it that often but I mean, it is what it is. 

Tiara and I aren’t exclusive. She used to be my girl but she’s not anymore. I mean it probably seems like we trying to rekindle an old flame but I think we just having fun and enjoy each other. To be honest I don’t know what we doing but I don’t feel like she really trying to go down that road again but what the hell do I know. 

But let me tell you about my weekend. So I had to work Friday. Tiara stayed the night with me the night before. At first she leave whenever I left but after awhile it had gotten to the point where she would just let herself out. So I told Tiara that I had to work that night and I’ll probably be working late because Friday nights are usually really busy. So I told her whenever she leaves make sure she locks the door behind her.

While I was at work Athena hits me up and asked me what I was doing that night. I told her that I was at work so I probably was just going to chill and watch a few movies on Netflix. She asked me if she could come over and I happily agreed to it. I mean, shit! I haven’t seen her in a while, it has been at least 3 weeks if not a month at this point. I let her know that I will be off in a few hours and that I was hungry. She volunteered to bring me food and of course I was down. 

She agreed to meet me outside my apartment building right when I got off work. So by the time I got to my apartment building she was already there, waiting. She brought me a tray from Cookout. I love Cookout. When I saw her I gave her the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek. 

So walk up to my apartment and I think I hear mt tv. Mind you, Tiara was there earlier that day. I pay bill here and she wants to leave on my damn tv like electricity is free. So I play it off like, damn did I leave my tv on. I put my food down and put my key in the door. And this strange feeling came over me. I don’t know where it came from but something just didn’t feel right. So open my room door and it was dark but the tv was still on. Something was off but I couldn’t really figure out what it was.

I turn on the light in the room, placed my food on my dresser and proceeded to take off my work clothes. Meanwhile, Athena is sitting on my bed making herself comfortable. I went into the bathroom and told Athena I will only be a minute while I took a quick shower and then we can eat. So I am in the shower and I keep hearing shit. Like something moving around. I assumed it was my one of my housemates, so I just shrugged it off. 

I called out Athena’s name and she yells at me to hurry up. No less than a minute later I am done. I’m out the shower, getting myself right for Athena and I hear that noise again but it sounds close like it was outside the bathroom. So I come out the bathroom and I heard the noise again. So I asked Athena if she heard that and she thought it was me. She said she heard it when I was in the shower but didn’t think much of it. After awhile we didn’t hear the noise again so we left it alone. 

So Athena and I are enjoying our food and are about 30 minutes into our movie and then I hear loud noise and a person’s voice coming from my closet. Athena jumps up and I was like what the hell. So tell me why I get up and open my closet door, Tiara falls flat out on her face. Athena starts screaming and Tiara has this dumb look on her face. Tiara looks at Athena and rolls her eyes and was like so is this the bitch you in love with. But I cut her off because I am trying to figure out why the fuck she was in my damn closet. Athena looks at her and was like what the hell is going on here. Then next thing I know they start going back and forth. Words were exchanged and punches were thrown. There I was trying break up a fight between two women I cared about. One, my ace dog and another who I have romantic interests with. 

I ended up throwing Tiara out and in the process of trying not to get thrown out my apartment she grabs a hold of my phone and smashes it. I guess the neighbors heard it and the police were called. Man, so much shit happened that night. Neither one of them will talk to me now. I would go in detail about what all was said but that shit was foul. It was ugly, and it just wasn’t me but I guess I allowed this to happen. I take responsibility but damn. 

Shit always all bad for me. I don’t know what the hell I am supposed to do. I live practically down the block from Tiara and she wont say shit to me. I haven’t heard from Athena either. I mean we rarely talked before but I think I fucked up this time. But wholetime how could she really be mad right? And why Tiara mad? What she mad for, she wasn’t even supposed to be there. This shit really fucking with me and to make it worse both girl left some of their shit in my room that night. Every time I look at it I’m reminded out that fucked up night. What a fucking weekend.

anonymous asked:

Today at work someone came through my checkout line and he looked just like Michael Rooker I told him that and he said Yeah I get that a lot recently a lot of people keep staring at me because of that Guardians movie.

Omg I would have loved to see that.

Couch Potato - Bucky Barnes x (f)Reader

Originally posted by shhhh-no-ones-home

Words: 858
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers
Warnings: making out(?)
Requested by anon
Could you do a Bucky oneshot where he and the reader r already in a relationship and he is being a lazy couch potato and the reader is actually strong enough and picks Bucky up bridal style (we need more girl brawn!) and tosses him into the pool? (Lets pretend the Avengers tower has a pool). And then he climbs back out and pulls the reader in with him and an adorable pool make-put session ensues? (No skinny dipping😂). And Tony walks out and takes a pic and u decide what happens next!
Authors Note: getting requests our yay! I love Bucky so much OMG.


“Bucky, let’s go do something.” You said as you stood up off the couch.

“But, I’m having such a nice time watching TV.” He whined.

You crossed your arms and cocked your head. “Come on, it’s so nice outside. We can go on a walk, the pool, anything!” You told him.

Bucky shrugged. “Doll, I would really rather stay inside.” He told you and patted the seat. “We can watch a movie.”

“I don’t want to watch a movie.” You argued. “Please? Stop being a couch potato.”

“How about we watch a movie, and then we can go outside?” He tried to bargain.

“It’ll be dark by then!” You groaned. “Don’t test me, Barnes.”

Bucky shrugged. “(Y/N), why are you so insistent on going outside?”

You rolled your eyes. “Because we don’t have to work, for once, and it’s really nice out!” You were getting annoyed. “One last chance.”

Bucky sighed. “(Y/N), I’m sure Steve or Clint would go outside with you. I’m enjoying the air conditioning.”

You closed your eyes for a second, took a deep breath, and smiled. You walked over to him, turned the TV off, and put your arms around Bucky. You put your arms so you could carry him bridal style, and you picked him up.

“You asked for it, Buck.” You shook your head.

“Hey!” Bucky yelled. “Put me down!”

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So I'm baby sitting 4 kids between the ages of 5 and 10....

The oldest of the kids has always been more mature and usually prefers to be off on his own looking at bugs than playing with the other kids. I’ll call him Noah.

Today I asked if he wanted a movie or something since he was the only one watching the TV. He said “No…. but I would like to play a game with you or something.” And it just broke my heart. I told Noah I was really sorry but I couldn’t because my parents gave me lots of chores around the house today. (Which was true, a lot more than usual because they’ve been working more.) He just nodded and watched more TV playing the with Pokémon cards in his hands.

About a half hour later I walk in and see one of the kids in my parents room. I sigh, about to tell them they shouldn’t be playing in there when I see Noah in there messing with pillows on the bed. I asked him what he was doing and he said “I’m helping. I wanted to help.” I was confused, then I realized what he was doing. He was making my parents bed because I had cleaned their bathroom. Then he pointed down at the floor and said “I sorted your parents shoes too.” And sure enough, there on the floor were dad’s boots and my mom’s shoes lined up in pairs along the floor.

I let him do his thing with the bed and then he looked up at the framed picture of Starry Night by Van Gogh and said “You know what that reminds me of?…. It makes me think of that one by Beethoven called Moonlight Sonata…“

Yes, a 10 year old little boy said that to me, I’m not even joking. Noah is quirky and usually seen as weird by other people because he is always in his own world…. Sometimes talking to seemingly no one. But he is a gem and so pure. I love him to death.
On My Own

For @joycebycrs , I’m sorry it took me so fucking long lmao


Tonight was the night. The one night that everyone always looked forward to in high school: prom night. However, you had seen that movie and weren’t exactly thrilled at the idea. You and Noah had made as many jokes as possible about it and annoyed everyone around you, but that never stopped either of you. You had no interest in going, especially since you were going by yourself. You had had plenty of invitations, but the one person you actually wanted to go with was going with Noah because you didn’t have the courage to ask her yourself.

Brooke and Emma took you dress shopping because they knew if they didn’t, you never would and you would stay held up in your room watching reality TV all night. They’d spent the last month trying to convince you to ask Audrey, but you kept saying “no” in the middle of their explanations as to why you should. You and Audrey were close, and asking her would either jeopardize your friendship or end the way you wanted it to. There was a 50/50 chance, and you were not willing to take the risk of it being the wrong 50.

But now the night was here. They had found your “perfect dress” and Brooke was doing your makeup and Emma sat on your bed, casually staring at you with disapproval in her eyes.

“I can’t believe you didn’t ask her.” She sighed at you while you sat in your chair.

“Why would I risk a friendship because of some stupid feelings? It’s not worth it. Plus, who wouldn’t want to see Bicurious and the Virgin dance to ‘Come On, Eileen’?” You kept your eyes closed as Brooke finished up your eye shadow.

“She likes you, you idiot.” Brooke said with a huff as she threw her hands to her sides.

“No, she doesn’t.” You started to get up from the chair as she put her hand back on your shoulder.

“Yes she does, and I’m not done.” She reached into her bag and found some mascara. “She likes you but you’re both too damn stubborn to actually do anything about it.”

“Brooke’s right. She won’t admit it either; she doesn’t think you would have said yes if she asked you.” Emma went to your closet to find your shoes.

“And how do you guys know all of this?” You tried to keep your voice steady at the thought of Audrey Jensen actually reciprocating your feelings.

“Same way we know you like her. We’re not stupid. And Noah told us.” The last bit of makeup was applied as Brooke rolled her eyes at you. You sighed and stood up to look at yourself. “I’m so good at this. You look amazing.”

“Thank you, Brooke. Really.” You gently ran your fingers through your hair and looked at the red dress that Emma had picked out for you. She smiled at you as she handed you your shoes, already dressed and ready to go. She had a light blue dress to match with Kieran, and Brooke was wearing a floor length black dress that made everything about her stand out. Jake was going to lose it as soon as he saw her.

You heard a honk from outside and knew that it was time to go. You all walked downstairs and were very happily greeted by Jake, Kieran, Noah and Audrey. Kieran and Jake had their hair slicked back and looked like they were auditioning for Bond, while Noah was wearing a very dapper tux with converse on. He matched Audrey perfectly, as she wore black slacks with a button up black shirt with white converse. Jake looked like he got plowed over by a semi-truck when he saw Brooke, making her smile as he picked her up and twirled her around. Kieran kissed Emma’s hand as she blushed.

“You guys look amazing,” Noah said smiling. You caught Audrey staring at you longer than usual, which made her run her fingers through her hair before moving her eyes away from you. “Y/N, for someone who hates prom, you look incredible.”

“You’re welcome.” Brooke said as she headed towards the door.

“I still hate prom. And if I see Jamie Lee Curtis or Brittany Snow, I’m out.” You hooked your arm with Noah’s as he wholeheartedly agreed with you.

Everyone headed out to the car, laughing and smiling with excitement. You tried to sit next to Noah, but Audrey jumped in between the two of you so you were sitting next to her.

“You good?” You said laughing at her.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just wanted to sit here. That cool?” She was fidgety and couldn’t look you directly in the eye. You smiled and nodded, looking over at Emma and Brooke who were giving you a knowing glare. You rolled your eyes and looked back at Audrey. “You uh, you look great.”

“Thank you! You clean up quite nicely yourself.” You smiled as you touched her shirt gently.

“My dad just about killed me when he saw me come down in this and not a dress. I’m surprised I was able to go, to be honest.” She chuckled as she looked down at herself.

“The only reason he let you was because you told him I needed a wingman for the night. Otherwise you would be watching movies all night and I would feel the need to leave early so you didn’t die of boredom.” Noah explained to her. She laughed and agreed with him.

“It’s amazing how well your outfits work together, it’s almost as if someone planned it that way. Imagine that.” Jake said nudging Brooke with his elbow. She shot him a look of caution, making him smile and back down.

“Black goes well with everything. Audrey has good taste, is all.” Brooke shrugged as Emma laughed under her breath.

“In other news, we’re here.” You said trying to change the conversation as quickly as possible.

Jake jumped out of the car first, lending his hand to help Brooke out. Kieran did the same, wrapping his arm around Emma’s shoulder as they walked to the door of the venue. Noah tripped but eventually got out as well, Audrey following behind him.

“Smooth move, Foster.” She pushed him lightly as she shoved her hands in her pockets, waiting for you to exit the vehicle. The beginning sounds of Don’t Stop Believing started drowning into the parking lot, making Noah look at Audrey with an excited look.

“Auds!” He looked like an overgrown puppy as he pointed to the door.

“Go, go!” She laughed at him and they both started running towards the door. You could hear Noah singing while they ran, making you realize that maybe Emma was right; being with your friends was what was important tonight.

You loved them, you really did.

You walked in after Noah and Audrey, immediately going over to the table that was holding your friends’ jackets and purses. You sat down and watched everyone having a great time. You didn’t need to be out there dancing with them, watching them was all you needed to be happy. Jake looked like he could be out there forever, showing off all of his infamous “Jake and Shake” moves while Brooke looked at him, trying to hide how in love with him she was. Emma and Kieran danced like no one was watching and couldn’t stop laughing with each other. Noah and Audrey were singing at the top of their lungs and doing whatever dance they possibly could. Emma tried to wave you over to join but you shook your head and continued to smile at them. This was better than any reality TV show you could have conjured up tonight.

After a few more songs, Jake came over and sat next to you.

“Are you at least going to ask her to dance?” He said before drinking some punch you were sure he’d spiked earlier.

“Jake! No. She’s having fun with Noah.” You rolled your eyes and fidgeted with your purse.

“C’mon. You know you want to.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and looked behind you. You shook your head and began to speak as you heard the clearing of a throat behind you.

“Hey, Y/N.” Audrey’s voice was right behind you. You felt your heart rate speed up as Jake winked at you again.

“Oh, look at that, my woman is summoning me. Have fun, kids.” He got up quickly and walked back over to Brooke.

“Hey! What are you doing over here? Isn’t Noah in need of his dance partner?” You turned around to face her to see her rubbing her neck and shuffling on her feet.

“You like Ed Sheeran, right?”

“Yeah, he’s my favorite.” As soon as you said it, Thinking Out Loud started playing through the speakers. There were many squeals coming from the girls on the dance floor, and audible sighs from their male partners.

“Do you want to dance with me, maybe?” She held her hand out to you and you just stared at it. You had no idea what to say, which made her visibly more nervous. “Or you know what, forget I asked. It’s fine, stupid idea. Don’t worry-”

“No, Audrey, I would love to. I’m sorry, I was just surprised is all.” You stood up and took her hand. She sighed and smiled at you as she led you out to the dance floor. “You looked like you were about to shit your pants, Jensen.”

“I thought I was about to. Brooke and Emma had to damn near shove me over to you so you just staring at my hand was a bit nerve wracking.” She smiled at you as she placed her hands on your lower back and you wrapped your arms around her neck.

“You didn’t have to ask me, you know. I was fine sitting over there.”

“No, I wanted to. I should have…I should have just asked you to prom to begin with. I was just sure you’d say no, so I didn’t.” You couldn’t help the smile that painted your face at her words.

“Well I definitely would have said yes.” You started to play with her hair gently, as if it was second nature to you. She bit her lip and looked downwards at your feet.

“So Brooke was right.” She barely whispered it, but you caught it while the song moved from the chorus to the bridge.

“It would appear so. She seems to be right about most things lately, which is really just annoying.” You laughed while she rolled her eyes.

“No kidding. We’re never going to live this down.” Her eyes finally met yours and she smiled a soft, gentle smile that you hadn’t seen before. It made your stomach flip and your heart race.

“Maybe prom isn’t so bad.” You smirked at her as the song ended and you two separated.

“Now, what did we learn?” Brooke came over and put her arms around the both of you.

“Shut up, Brooke.” You said as you laced your fingers with Audrey’s.

I like you. I like being with you. I like feeling your warm grasp. I like talking about simple things like the movies we watch and the places we would rather be. I like complaining about school work and making fun of people we hate. I like talking about our futures and dreams and desires. I like hearing your cute silly laugh and feeling satisfaction that I was the one to make you chuckle and smile that beautiful grin of yours. I like gazing into your eyes and feeling at home. Like every things gonna be all right because you’re here and you’re mine. I like how that one night you told me you loved me for the first time and you were so scared. I knew I loved you. I will always love you.
—  Yours truly
Having a Crush on Newt Scamander Would Include . . .

A/N This is my first would include let me know if you would like more! Also this is not really having a crush on him but it kinda works still?

- If you met before when the movie takes place: 

   -Probably meeting during his Hogwarts days, possibly on the train 

   -There’s a 99% chance you fell for him within .005 seconds (because who wouldn’t?)

   -As the years went by, you kept warning him about Leta (to which he kept ignoring you)

   -trying as hard as you can not to say “I told you so” when he gets expelled

   -Wanting to leave with him when he gets expelled, but him refusing saying it wasn’t your fault and that you needed to finish your education 

   -You saying it wasn’t his fault either

   -You two sending letters back and forth profusely

   -Oml can you imagine coming back on the express from your last year at Hogwarts and seeing Newt waiting for you at the station 

   -Not leaving his side since then

   -Taking care of his animals with him and going to new York with him 

   -Probably telling him then as well it was literally such a bad idea and him being like fuk da police 

   -Acting married for appearances which makes both of you blush 

   -Low Key through out the “whole ordeal” you’re just like hands off my man Tina (and omg can you imagine Queenie giggling after hearing you think that)

- If you met during when the movie takes place:

   -Ok so for this to work you would probably have to be the third Goldstein sister

   -And in that case you probs were like who da fuck is that cinnamon roll, when Tina brings him home

   -When he shows you his animals (with Jacob/Tina and Queenie depending on what your preference is) you’re in awe and he’s probably in awe bout’ you

   -Queenie shipping you like crazy

   -Sticking around Newt after Grindelwald bc he’s a cutie and really you don’t want to say good bye yet (and low key don’t want to say goodbye to Niffler, Pickett, etc.)

   -Giving him the idea to give Jacob the eggs?

A/N #2 Oh my lord that was bad, I would’ve gone on longer but it would have been wayyyyyyyyyyy to long

BTS reaction to your heart being broken by your crush

AN: Firstly, this has happened to me as well as the person who requested. Let me just say THIS SHOULD NEVER HAPPEN TO ANYONE. No one deserves something like this. I am so sorry to the person who requested this for it taking so long, but it was a painful topic for me to think about because when i happened to me, I had no one to go to. I hope everything gets better for you and you deserve better. 


Jungkook: He would be on his way to meet up with you as you two did everyday, when he saw you curled up in front of your locker in tears. “(y/n?)” he would call out to you. You lifted your head for a moment when you heard his voice. “Whats wrong?” Jungkook would crouch beside you concerned. you began sobbing once again into your knees. “H-he rejected m-me…..He s-said I-I was too ugly f-for him” you managed to say in between sobs. His arm would wrap around your shoulder as he would try to comfort you. “Shhh its ok (y/n), there are other guys out there” he would try to comfort you. “I don’t care about other guys! I quit dating” you would yell out scaring your best friend. Jungkook’s heart would fall as your words registered to him, he knows he missed his chance at being with you.

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Jimin: Jimin found you at the park in the rain, he didn’t know how bad you confession went until you told him how bad your crush treated you. His eyes would widen as he doesn’t want you to ever be treated wrong. His heart would break for you having to deal with something, then his heart would completely shatter at you saying that you’re quitting dating.

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V/ Taehyung: Teahyung would never expect anyone to reject you, in his eyes you are absolutely perfect, you were his best friend after all. As soon as you told him the story he would be at the door putting his shoes on. “Do you know where your dads shotgun is?” he would ask wanting to get revenge on your now ex-crush. You would smile at how protective he is. You would inform him that you don’t want to date anymore, although he would be upset that he never got a chance to date you, he would smile and treat you to your favorite dish to cheer you up

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Namjoon/ Rap Monster: He would walk to your house, not caring if it was raining. As soon as he would arrive he would bring you into a tight hug allowing you to sob on to his shoulder. “W-why would he be so mean to me?” you asked him in between sobs. “He’s an ass who doesn’t deserve you (y/n)” he would reply stroking your hair. “I should give up on dating…” you would mumble, but Namjoon would still hear you clearly. “Don’t give up yet, there’s still someone who would love to date you” He would reassure you. “Who oppa?” “Me”

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J-hope/ Hoseok: You would call Hobi as soon as it happened. Hoseok being the positive person he is, had you believing there was no way you could be rejected. “Congrats!!!” he would say answering the phone. As soon as he heard one sniffle his mood completely changed. “what happened?” he would ask extremely concerned. “They humiliated me, I got rejected and insulted” You would say then release your sobs. Hoseok would hang up the phone and instantly hunt to find you. When he found you he had chocolates and flowers in hand. “(y/n)” he would say as he crouched down and sat next to you on the ground. You wiped your tears away and hugged your best friend. “I’m done with dating! I’m done with heart break!” you would cry out. Hoseok would look at you and caress your cheek. “I agree you’re done with heartbreak, but you aren’t done with dating.” he would say before kissing you gently.

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Yoongi/ Suga: As soon as you told him about your crush who was supposedly a friend hurting you, Yoongi would get up and pace around pissed off. “I am not going to allow him to just hurt you and get away with it! That son of a bitch needs to learn a lesson” he would growl out in anger. “just forget it oppa, I’m done with dating” you would tell him as you attempt to calm him down, which didn’t really work. “No, you can’t be done dating!” he would say, sadness hinting at his voice. “w-why not?” his change of tone would catch you off guard. “because I never got a chance, and I don’t want to let that asshole ruin that for me.”

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Seokjin/ Jin: He would instantly bring you into his embrace as soon as you told him everything that happened. “How about we watch movies and eat our emotions to take our mind off everything?” he would suggest and you would agree to it. Halfway during your favorite movie, you would look into his eyes. “Oppa, should I give up on dating?” you would ask. Jin would pick up the remote and pause the movie. “Sure, only after you give us a chance” he would say then kiss you sweetly.

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anonymous asked:

please explain your trip to Ireland! that seems so amazing. I would love to do that. can you tell me everything you did there and how you lived? :) <3.

Of course! :) Prepare yourself this may be long! 

It all started a few months after graduating high school - I worked really hard to get everything set up for college and nothing was working and I was really just frustrated and didn’t like the city I lived in and was overall miserable. I always joked to my best friend about running away and traveling.. and one morning I woke up and thought… well why the hell not?!  

I did research and found a program (helpx) that let me volunteer without paying a ridiculous fee. So I signed up and emailed a hostel I really liked in Kilkenny, Ireland. The next morning I received an email from the hostel saying the position was available if I wanted to take it. *I freaked* From there it was no turning back, my mind was set! There wasn’t a drop of fear or hesitation in my blood. I ran to the bank and deposited all my bills and coins in order to purchase the plane ticket.. meanwhile not telling a soul about it. When I eventually told my grandparents who I lived with at the time, they were not pleased. I got kicked out, all my belongings were thrown in boxes and placed outside (I still think it is outside to this day.. almost 3 years later!), and my car was sold while I was gone. All for not living the life they wanted me too. Completely ignoring that I am in fact an individual with personal desires, opinions, and goals. 

When I boarded the plane, I had $1200 in the bank and no idea what the hell I was doing.. but it felt right. It was my second time on a plane. I was in lala land the whole time! 

I worked at many different places in many different cities and countries so I will do a summary: 

Kilkenny, Ireland: Worked at a hostel changing beds, setting out breakfast, cleaning, and talking with guests. I would eat lunch at a castle everyday, had many surreal moments- straight out of a movie, but I got sick towards the end and ran away in the early morning because the manager was sort of making me feel uncomfortable. I wish I would have just told him I wasn’t interested because he was pretty neat and I was working with a girl I LOVED but I was naive and loved the idea of running away. 
Kenmare, Ireland: Worked at an equestrian and activity center. Got super fit and my body was banging. The landscape was dreamlike, the house was a cottage mansion, I biked 20 miles to a little seaside town, I worked with a really amazing reiki-holistic lady from Boston who now lives 2 hours away from me, I learned how to use a knife and fork properly! 
Couchsurfed at the UNI and explored Dublin and danced to ACDC and other classic rock fabs in clubs! Favorite memory included me walking down Grafton st while it was raining and I didn’t have an umbrella, several sweet men shielded me with theirs *swooning*
Santiago de Compostela, Spain: 
I met up with Erin, who I found on the helpx companion page. She is really spunky and freehearted. We worked at a hostel again with 7-8 other people! It was basically a massive party and we never really worked. We went to some of the coolest, oldest pubs that were like something out of a Guillermo del Toro film. We ate a lot of bread, heaps of papas fritas, drank wine like it was water, spoke little spanish (sadly), danced with men who spoke a different language then we. Towards the end, everyone got kicked out because no one was working because no one managed us. 
London: Erin and I didn’t work here, we just explored the city for a while.
Hinckley, England: We helped sort (or tried) this ladies home for a move. She had hoarder tendencies. To me, she was quite odd at the time because I hadn’t been “enlightened” or into the holistic lifestyle then. We did long distance healings, had a car boot sale, showered probably 2 times the 10 days we were there, had no heat. Overall, we really looked forward to going to Ascot the whole time! haha 
Ascot, England: Erin and I stayed in a small cabin in the backyard of the Magill’s. We cleaned the house and walked the dog. One night we got piss drunk and Erin tried to order french fries at a gas station. I love her. We couchsurfed in Oxford for her birthday and it was quite fun but I also learned that my best friend had been in a car accident and hadn’t made it. My whole life flipped from there. 

Come 2013, decided to go back with my twin sister: 

Hampstead Heath, London: We walked a couple’s dog on the Heath everyday and planted a garden. Judy was british and Dan was American. Our experience was so authentic and more like staying with family. Dan always encouraged to come out and play pool at an Irish pub in Camden. I was horrible, Becca was great! 
Amsterdam: Took a ferry over, stayed at a hostel the first few nights, biked in countryside, met two lovely girls who eventually met a girl I went to school with in India. Synchronicities! Moved to an Airbnb. Did the things you should do in Amsterdam! ;) 
Dublin: Flew to Ireland for a music festival to see my favorite bands. Met up with my best friend and her brother. 
Schull, West Cork, Ireland: Worked at a french bakery cafe. There were 10+ other young workers. The owners were really rude but we always got delicious pastries and coffee. Plus I was working at a french cafe in a small seaside town in Ireland with my best friend… can’t get better. We took a ferry out to a small island, danced on a bench to electronic music in a pub the size of my bedroom, hitchhiked. Then we ran away in the early hours of the morning to Dublin.. see a trend here ;)
Galway: Fun but over hyped. Many synchronicities occured here. 
Lehinch, Co Clare: One of the best helpx spots. We were the first helpers because it was a friend of Judy and Dan’s from London. It is a small, lively beach town. I could see the Cliffs of Moher from my bedroom window. We got paid! The family was our family. We went on roadtrips and Sarah was really big on The Law of Attraction and she opened my eyes to the metaphysical side of life I had known about but hadn’t given much thought too. Staying with Sarah, Paul, and Granny Mary changed my sisters and I’s life. 

Overall, my only advice is to just go. Listen to that voice inside yourself and just do what you want to do. Don’t take life too seriously. Experiment with it! Play it like a game! :)

PS. I hope this wasn’t too long! I tried to make it quick and snappy but I failed! :) ♥