it's the next one i care about

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to let you know that your works are one of the few works that I don't comment asking for an update or for the next chapter. And it's all because anyone can see how invested you are in them and the reason for the long periods of time in between chapters is only because you care so much about what you do to the story and its characters. IDK IM SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT THS FOR NO REASON . i love you and your writing ok? Ok.

I appreciate that you like my writing and my stories but, I have to be honest, the first part of your message really rubs me the wrong way. I’m glad that you don’t ask me to update or when the next chapter of Mr. Min will be out but please do not ask other writers either. Every one of us sacrifice time and energy that we could be putting into other things, often times more important endeavors, in order to write and post our stories. Just because you might not see the value in someone else’s work (which it seems like when you say things like “because you care so much about what you do to the story and its characters”) doesn’t mean that there isn’t value there. There isn’t a single writer on this site, regardless of quality, that deserves to be hounded for updates.

  • Harry: Rubeus Regulus Potter, you are named after the man who showed me nothing but love and affection with absolutely no ulterior motives and one of the bravest men I've ever heard of WHO WHILE HE WAS DYING IN THE MIDDLE OF A LAKE TRYING TO TAKE DOWN THE DARK LORD CHOSE TO SAVE THE LIFE OF A HOUSE ELF AND HE DIDN'T DECIDE TO TAKE DOWN THE DARK LORD OUT A SENSE OF OBLIGATION OR GUILT HE GENUINELY SAW THE ERROR OF HIS WAYS and he was in Slytherin so it's all good I don't care what house you're in, you're my son. I love you.
BTS reaction to you killing your cactus by watering it too much

 Jungkook

Hysterical laughther. 

“A- *laughter* A Cactus? How the hell  did you manage *laughter* to KILL a c- *laugther* a CACTUS?”


Taehyung

He’d be a bit too serious about the situation, trying to comfort you about your loss.

“It’s okay… It happens to the best of us, Jayiga,” he’d say, patting you back. “Next time we could get you… a… rock..?”

Originally posted by cyyphr


Jimin 

The mochi would want to make you feel better. He’d attempt to distract you.

“Who needs a cactus when you have a boyfriend as cute as me?”

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Hobi

He would drag you to the nearest florist to get you a new one.

“Let’s take care of it together! We’ll be its parents, and it will grow happy, and have a long, fulfilled life! What shall we name it?”


Namjoon

He would stare at you intently.

“I feel like this is a great metaphor about human nature…”

Bonus - God of Destruction

“I think we’re soulmates.” 

Originally posted by sweetness-of-life


Suga

Sarcasm mode: ON

“Y/N… Let’s not have children.”


Afterwards he’d feel bad about his comment and buy you dinner or something


Jin

He’d let out short chuckle, but would attempt to stay serious and comfort you.

“It’s alright, Jagiya! You take care of me pretty well, and that’s what counts, right?”

Originally posted by xingorjin



Is this inspired by a real life experience? 

Yes. Her name was Hermione and I loved her T.T

PS: Requests are still open!

anonymous asked:

stucky is kinda one sided isn't it, like reading your post, obviously some of those are hc but in canon bucky cares a lot about steve, but steve doesn't seem to care much about bucky, i mean he admired bucky when they lived in brooklyn, but he never worried much about him once he was big and had the commandos and the love of his life next to him, bucky died and steve just went on happy with his life, it's kinda sad bc now bucky's the only thing left so hes holding onto him

To quote my hero Ben Wyatt “I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are. Actually it’s going to annoy me if I don’t”

Things Steve Literally Does And Says That Prove This Statement Is Nonsense:

  • Leads a one man rescue mission into an active warzone because he knew Bucky was there, and dead or alive he was taking him out of there
  • Was willing to walk to this location to save Bucky, despite being told Bucky was most likely dead, if that’s what it would take to bring him back. 
  • Was ready to die in a fiery demise, as long as Bucky got out of there safely. 
  • Literally jumped over fiery pits of hell so that Bucky would get out of there alive because Bucky refused to leave without him. Self sacrificing idiots, the pair of them. 
  • Changed his initial stance of “I don’t want to kill anyone, I don’t like bullies” to “I won’t stop until all of Hydra are captured or dead” after Bucky was taken from him as a result of Hydra. 
  • Sat drinking in a bar, even after he realised he couldn’t get drunk, in tears, to numb the pain of him having lost Bucky - he doesn’t even need to say why he’s crying, Peggy immediately knows it was because of Bucky and tries to reassure him it wasn’t his fault.
  • Crashes a fucking plane into the ice. Like this binch could have just given his damn co-ordinates to Peggy, could have been found in days at most. But nah he just wanted to Die. 
  • Goes to an exhibit for himself and stares sadly at footage of himself and Bucky laughing together
  • Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky”
  • “He’s not the kind you save, he’s the kind you stop” “I don’t think I can do that” “He might not give you a choice, he doesn’t know you” “He will.”
  • I’m with you till the end of the line” 
  • Was literally ready to let himself be killed before he gave up on Bucky, because he had so much belief that Bucky was in there and would remember him. 
  • Spent 2 years looking for him with Sam. 
  • Went against 117 countries in order to stop Zemo and clear Bucky’s name. 
  • Became a literal fugitive to keep him safe 
  • Natasha: For the record, this is making it worse
    Steve: He’s alive. 
  • Pulled a helicopter out of the sky with his bare hands like…..i don’t even know what else to say, this extra ass fuck literally pulled a helicopter out of the damn sky to keep Bucky safe 

Y’all been watching different movies if you actually think Steve don’t care about Bucky, both their stories are entirely interconnected and entwined, they care about each other equally lmao. 

Shameless Imagines 2- You Mean so fucking much to me (Lip Imagine)

Paring: Lip x reader

Request: Could you do an imagine where the gallaghers and Mickey find out you self harm.

Description: You werent like the rest of your Milkovich family, you were weak and you just needed something that made you feel alive again. Everything was fine until they found out and the look on Mickeys face was more than heart crushing.

Warning: Mentions of selfharm, please read with caution. i love you all.

Words:1992

Originally posted by mickeyandmumbles


lip looked at you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He didn’t understand how it got this bad, all he wanted to do was fix you, to put every fucking piece that your dad had broken back together.  

You two had been the only ones home in the Gallagher house and decide to have some fun, It had been a while. In the moment you had forgotten about the scars on your upper thigh and Lip was making his way down when he saw them. 

“Whats wrong baby?” you asked, looking at him. His eyes had become glossy and his face had gone pale, you still not realizing what he had seen. He shook his head not saying anything and told you he felt sick before running to the bathroom.

When he got to the bathroom he slid down the walls, so unsure of what he had just saw.He knew how bad things were at home and even with the love and support of Mandy and Mickey it wasn’t even to protect you from Terry and the horrible things he had done.

Lip felt horrible and useless, he couldn’t save you. Lip had protected you from so many things, people at school, creepy guys, Karen, all of it. But lip wasn’t enough to protect you from your own dad, no one was. 

After a few minutes he had returned from the bathroom making some bullshit excuse about food poisoning and how he just wanted to lay in bed with you, honestly you were perfectly okay with that. There was something about being held by Lip that made you feel like everything would be in life.

-

Over the next few days you had noticed that lip had been acting weird, he wanted to go where ever you were, constantly asking you whats on your mind or if you were okay, being more loving and gentile than he normally had been. You had gone home to spend some girl time with your big sister Mandy. You two had been best friends since you were little, Only being 2 years apart you both had so much in common and she was just easy to talk too. You had thought for a while about telling her how bad things had gotten. Even though Terry had once again been put in jail, things hadn’t calmed down for you yet. You had been having nightmares about him returning, about hitting you or hurting Mickey and him making you watch again. You had been so traumatized by one man and it made you feel so weak, and seeing the scars afterwords had made you feel even worse but you couldn’t stop, you needed release. 

You felt kind of numb lately, feeling like you were floating through life, feeling worthless and used. You had wanted to talk to lip about it, but you didn’t want to see the look on his face. When you cried he felt broken. When he had found you on the floor after Terry had left he left broken, whenever you weren’t okay he felt broken. You could see it in his eyes and you didnt want that. You didnt want him to worry, to cry, to feel like he wasn’t doing enough because he was doing more than enough, it was just a phase of pain and once it was over you would be okay again. Little did you know that he was already worrying, already beating himself up for not noticing earlier and he had spent an hour after you left crying.

The next day Lip had called Mickey, Ian and Mandy over to the Gallagher house, he wanted to talk about this and see what they should do. As Ian and you had been best friends since you were kids which led Mandy and Ian to be friends which led Ian and Mickey to become whatever the fuck they were and Mandy and Mickey being your older siblings, those were the people Lip called, the ones who loved you and cared about you,

The 5 of you had become really close, almost like your own little family and lip knew that they needed to help you.

“Whats going on Gallagher” Mickey said taking a seat at the dinning room table next to Ian as Mandy had sat on the other side of the two love birds and Lip had sat on end, making sure he could see the 3 of them.

“Its about y/n” Lip said but then was cut off by Mickey interrupting him.

“I swear to god if you got my sitter pregnant i will fucking kill you with my cold fucking hands” Lip laughed and nodded before explaining that him and you were always safe and you weren’t in fact pregnant which gained a “Better fucking not be” from the carrot boy.

“Me and Y/n were doing some things when I noticed marks on her thighs, both of them. Some were old and some were fresh. I don’t know what Terry has done to her as she hasn’t told me it all but he’s fucking broken her and we need to fix her before she pulls a fucking Monica and I lose the love of my life” Lip said, tears coming back in his eyes.

“You love her?” Mandy asked, a huge smiling coming onto her face.

“What the fuck are you trying to say Gallagher?” Mickey asked, hurting flashing through his voice. Ian grabbed his hand under the table and Mickey laced his fingers with the ginger boys right away.

“I think she’s self harming Mickey, I think living in that house when hes there is toxic for her. He’s ruining her. She isn’t the same. Her smile isn’t as bright and her laugh isn’t as loud. Her eyes don’t shine like they use to” He said., finally allowing tears to fall again.

Who would have though, Lip Gallagher crying, He wasn’t the crying type.He drank when sad emotions came up, but not this time. You were everything to him, his whole fucking world and he couldn’t live without you.

“Ask her to come over, we will talk to her. Tell her we are here.. Maybe she can stay with us for a little. Do everything we can for her” Ian suggested, earning a nod from both the Milkovich siblings.

“Thank you for caring about her, I believe you are the best for her” Mickey said. Mick was hurt that he never realized how much Terry had broken you, he wished he could have done more to protect you from the bastard but there wasn’t much anyone could do when it came to Terry.

You had received a text saying that Fiona had asked Lip to watch Liam and the house was empty and he wanted you to come over. You loved Liam a much as Lip did and when everything happened with Fiona and the drugs and stuff you and Lip had acted like his mom and dad until she had gotten released and you loved it. Since you were a little girl you dreamed about being a parent and being a loving supporting mom, so different than both of your parents. That was your goal in life.

You and lip had talked about it once, saying that he felt the same. He then started talking the big house on the north side that you two would have with your kids and everything you had ever wanted. Thats when you fell so fucking hard for you. He was everything you had ever wanted and nothing could ever change that. 

When you walked in the back door of the Gallagher house you were confused to see Mandy, Lip, Ian and Mickey sitting at the table.

“Whats going on? You said we were babysitting while Monica was working an extra few hours?” You asked as you slipped off your coat and shoes, sitting down on lips lap. His arms went straight to you waist pulling you as close as possible.

“Baby we need to talk to you..” Lip whispered. He didn’t want to cry but you could hear his voice break and it caused you to worry. You stood up eyeing them all. 

“About?” You asked, something was definitely going on and you were scared. Was Terry out? What the fuck was going on?

“We know Y/n” Ian said, looking at you.

“About the cutting babygirl” Lip said turning to you, his eyes extremely glossy and his voice Breaking once again. Who knew one whole fucking sentence could make your whole world crash.

‘Guys please, its not a big deal and I don’t feel the need to talk about this with you. Im fine, its fine now drop it” You said, not letting your voice show the ashamed and sad feelings you felt deep down.

“Sis, we know he was the worst to you, we know you still have the night terrors, we know how broken you feel. Ive tired so many fucking times for him to leave you alone. Watching what he does to you breaks my fucking heart. But me and Lip and Ian, we are gonna protect you. We are gonna save you from him. He hasn’t broken you yet and we wont let him. We love you so fucking much Y/n and you have to stop please” Mickey said, his eyes becoming glossy. The face he made broke your heart.

“Mick.. Please don’t look at me like that. Im fine” You said, trying to make you believe him when you didn’t even believe yourself.

“No you aren’t Y/F/n, you aren’t fine and you need to stop! Do you understand that I cant lose you? How can we get married and have a family if you are dead!? I love you so fucking much and I wont let you do this to yourself anymore. Do you understand? You are worth so much more than that fucking asshole and I refuse to stand and watch you let him win!” Lip said, raising his voice at some point. You started crying, saying sorry over and over and you walked into lips arms, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and one around your head, him placing his hand on the top of you head. He started crying a little too, kissing the top of your head.

Him saying this to you, it made you feel alive again, like when you closed your eyes you saw a future again instead on nothing. You realized that as soon as you and Lip got out you’d be okay. You made a promise to your boyfriend and the family around you that you’d do anything to try and stop and that you loved him.

After everyone had stopped feeling emotional and had calmed down, Mickey had told you that all of them thought it was best to stay at the Gallaghers, still having a room of your own in your house but none of them wanted you to be there when Terry got out. As Ian basically lived at the Milkovich house and Carl was gone to military school and Frank not allowed in the house you had Fiona room to yourself while fiona had Franks room and you couldn’t have to cram into Lips old small bed anymore. You loved the idea of waking up to the love of your life every morning and that lip would be there when you needed him even more than normal.

a month later things were slowly getting better, You hadn’t cut in 3 weeks, the night terrors didn’t come every night like they did at the beginning but when they did lip held you and kissed you and stayed up for a while after you slept to make sure they didn’t happen. You weren’t fixed, it was a slow process but you didn’t feel as broken as you did the night they had told you that they knew. You were so happy they had did what they did, they saved you that night. You couldn’t be more grateful for everything they did for you, they were all family and that would never change.

so i need to replace my computer and my family refuses to support me i have no belongings theyre all locked away and im living in a trailer with next to nothing struggling to cope with a laptop that gets more and more dysfunctional each day while my parents who have promised to support me refuse to actually do so under the pretense of affordability in the same breathe as they replace their cable television and i Really need this computer because its all i have and im fully expected to be ok with the circumstances

i have a ko-fi in my description and i would really appreciate any help i dont care about a fancy expensive computer i just need one that Works before i go even more mad

plz donate or boost im absolutely losing my shit living in this mobile box

Let’s start the anti self-deprecation movement
  • Don’t tolerate it in yourself: ask “why am I feeling the need to undercut myself right now? Because I’m feeling overbearing? Then maybe cool it a bit. Because I want some love? Then show some or open up to someone about what I’m struggling with!” 
  • Don’t tolerate it in others: tell people in a very simple way: “hey, don’t talk about yourself that way” or “Seems like something’s going on: I’m here!” 

The world is DYING to put you down, particularly if you are from a vulnerable demographic, whether it’s because of your gender, sexuality, mental health, or WHATEVER. 

Don’t you dare help it. 

Good Boy, Stevie // Steve Rogers x Reader (P1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader, a tiny bit WinterWidow and ScarletVision
Word Count: 3.7k+
Warning: Language, fluff, Slooow burn, Sub!Steve, Dominant Reader  
Summary: Steve discovers he really enjoys you on top and in control. Pietro and Sam find out a little more about Bucky Barnes than they ever wanted to know. Wanda is a surprising supporter of *ahem* kinky things.

A/N: You really thought I was going to leave you hanging on ‘Oh Captain!’ like that? I’m not that sadistic. Okay…maybe I am but this story practically begged me to write it. Who am I to refuse?

Originally posted by luvinchris

Previously on Oh Captain: Good Boy, Stevie //Part 2

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I just got off the phone with my mother, so get ready for another installment of Weird Tales From Rural Massachusetts:

So the neighbors with a pig farm have apparently had a LARGE SCALE escape, because there is “a big herd” of pigs roaming loose in the back woods. My mother discovered this while walking her dog, who promptly stampeded the entire herd into the local brewery tasting room’s parking lot (presumably to the dismay of their customers and staff).

The unsupervised pigs are a problem because A) pigs are BIG, can be aggressive, and do massive ecological damage, and B) my parents’ property is going to be part of a local charity hike next week, which means 30-50 unsuspecting hikers will be walking through what is now Sovereign Pig Territory. Also, one pig died, so there’s a Carcass Problem (that the local coyotes are not taking care of quickly enough) as well as the hazards posed by its living relatives.

my mother has called the farm, which has had no result (aside from a different neighbor showing up to butcher some sides of bacon off the Problematic Carcass), and has therefore had to contact the hike organizers and be like “so we have a problem you should maybe warn people about……”

Title: Doubt
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 1,220
Characters: Kurt Wagner x Reader, Warren Worthington III, Jubilation Lee
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Assumptions of infidelity, a bit of self-deprecation
Notes: Request from @multipotens for “idk if I already sent you this (if I did oops) but could you maybe write a Kurt X reader where he’s jealous of warren cause the reader and him are best friends (both the badass leather jacket people at Xavier’s) and when people hear that Kurt is crying in his room the reader comforts him and flufffff? ugh nervous and insecure Kurt is my life! thank you so so much I love ur account!!!!” // Thank you!!

Originally posted by claracivry

When you know someone extremely well, it’s easy to tell when something is bothering them. They may never intentionally give any indication that something’s wrong, but nevertheless, you can still tell. And that was how you knew that something was up with Kurt.

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Hamilton: A Song by Song Summary

Alexander Hamilton: oh look it’s the guy

Aaron burr, Sir: its the other guy

My Shot: Squad up

The Story of Tonight: let’s do the thing

The Schuyler Sisters: wait there’s a third one?

Farmer Refuted: dude gets shreked

You’ll Be Back: King George doesn’t like reality 

Right Hand Man: lol get rekt Burr

A Winter’s Ball: “We’re reliable WITH THE LADIES”

Helpless: I just met this guy let’s get married

Satisfied: I’m totally happy for my sister and not jealous at all

The Story of Tonight (Reprise): stereotypical marriage jokes

Wait For It: Burr’s life story

Stay Alive (not to be confused with the song by the Bee Gees): wow stuff is not going well

Ten Duel Commandments: “Most disputes die and no one shoots” *several duels happen and people die*

Meet Me Inside: Daddy’s angry

That Would Be Enough: “Hey Alex, friendly reminder that I exist” - Eliza

Guns and Ships: Lafayette is a Badass

History Has Its Eyes On You: Son, don’t fuck up

Yorktown: Does dancing count as fighting?

What Comes Next?: “no fair you cheated” - King George

Dear Theodosia: the daddy song

Non-Stop; Alex, how do you do literally everything? Also, why?

What’d I Miss?: We missed you Tommy

Cabinet Battle #1: Alex and Tommy try to kill each other

Take a Break: Alex cares more about his work than his family

Say No to This: Alex what the fuck are you doing

The Room Where it Happens: you can tell this isn’t 2016 cause compromises actually happen

Schuyler Defeated: Burr wants attention

Cabinet Battle #2: Alex and Tommy try to kill each other part 2

Washington on Your Side: we don’t like Alex, let’s fuck him up

One Last Time: The end of the last good President

I Know Him: lol let’s see how badly this will end

The Adams Administration: Alex doesn;t like Adams

We Know: Alex why

Hurricane: Alex stop

The Reynolds Pamphlet: Alex what are you doing

Burn: I’m a good person I don’t deserve this

Blow Us All Away: Alex teaches his son how to die

Stay Alive (Reprise): Alex were you expecting something else?

It’s Quiet Uptown: “I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up” - Alex

The Election of 1800: “Hey Burr, suck on this” - Alex

Your Obedient Servant: Burr’s angry now

Best of Wives and Best of Women: I love you, despite all evidence to the contrary

The World Was Wide Enough: Burr fucks up 

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: At least Eliza knows how to do stuff without fucking up

Pretty Little Chess Game

There are many game analogies in Pretty Little Liars. The torture of the girls by A is known as the A Game. When Marlene talks about the show she refers to Endgame frequently. It is evident that A views his/her psychological torture of the liars as a game. 

There have been many instances where A, as well as other characters, have referenced a game

When CeCe reveals herself as A (although I don’t think she was A, but was taking the fall for someone else) she says, “Game Over.

Have you ever noticed that a chess board is prominently displayed on the table in Ezra’s apartment? 


Aria and Ezra play chess in 5x04 and a few episodes later Spencer gets a text from A that says “Check mate.”

We know A likes games, there were several in the Dollhouse playroom.

Chess pieces in order of strength/value:

  • 1 King
  • 1 Queen
  • 2 Rooks/Castles
  • 2 Bishops
  • 2 Knights
  • 8 Pawns

KING:

In chess, the king is the most important piece. The object of the game is to threaten the opponent’s king in such a way that escape is not possible (checkmate). If a player’s king is threatened with capture, it is in check and the player must remove the threat of capture on the next move. If this cannot be done, the king is said to be in checkmate, resulting in a loss for that player. 

I don’t believe that Mona or CeCe was ever Uber A/A.D.  Their King was in check so they took the fall by taking the King out of check. How did they do that? Mona said she was A and was admitted to Radley and CeCe said she was A and was admitted to Welby. 

In both of these instances, the cops stopped looking for A, because they thought there was no longer a threat. In order for the game to continue, they sacrificed themselves to protect the King.

So who is the King? = A.D / Uber A. 

  • I believe this has been the same person throughout the entire show. 
  • The two people I believe could be represented as the King are:
  • Wren Kingston
    • King is in his name
  • Ezra Fitz
    • The chess board is in is apartment
    • He was spying on the girls for YEARS (I have written in great lengths about why I think Ezra is A in other posts so I am not going into details here)
  • Charles wore a tuxedo in the Dollhouse. Uber A is a MAN. If it was CeCe, who claims she always wanted to be a girl, she would not have dressed as a man.

In chess, although the king is the most important piece, it is usually the weakest piece in the game until a later phase, the endgame. Players cannot make any move that places the king in check.

A is the most important, but because he needs to protect his identity at all costs, he is the weakest.

QUEEN:

The queen is the most powerful piece in the game of chess, able to move any number of squares vertically, horizontally or diagonally. Each player starts the game with one queen, placed next to the king. Because of the value of a queen, it is sometimes used as bait to lure an opponent into a trap by a queen sacrifice. Another tactic is to use the queen to threaten the opponent’s queen, to either retreat or to exchange the queen (losing both of them) to reduce the game to less powerful pieces. The queen is often used in conjunction with another piece, such as teamed with a bishop or rook, where the pieces could guard each other while threatening the opponent pieces.

So who is the Queen? = Red Coat

  • The Queen is the King’s right hand 
  • The two people I believe could be represented as the Queen are:
    • Melissa Hastings (if the King is Wren)

She is Red Coat, Wren was coloring a picture of her. This is his dream of his future family.

I think she was the one in the Queen of Hearts costume

And she is most likely Black Veil/Widow ((Her husband Ian died, she is actually a widow))

    • But my #1 pick for the Queen is Aria Montgomery (if the King is Ezra)

We have seen Aria in a Red Coat:

The Queen is the most powerful piece because it can move anywhere on the board. Aria is fooling everyone by making herself look like a victim. But in fact she is the Queen. The analogy can be used that Aria can “move anywhere on the board” because she is best friends with the Liars and always knows what they are planning/thinking. She has infiltrated the ‘enemy.’ She can see everything first hand, go anywhere and it won’t look suspicious, because the Liars think she is on their side.

In chess, one team has White pieces, and the other has Black pieces. For this situation, Ezra and Aria are the evil black pieces (A), and Ali & the Liars are the good white pieces (B).

Ezra is using his Queen, Aria, to threaten the opponents Queen, Ali.

Aria is Queen A 

Ali is Queen B

Look at this A message to Ali that was written in the newspaper:

Aria can be seen as the Black -evil- Queen (A), while Ali can be seen as the White -good- Queen, (B). 


In the Christmas episode, when Mona is ‘murdered,’ Marlene tweeted:

In Chess, sometimes the Queen is sacrificed. Ezra wanted the White Queen Ali in the Dollhouse, but he decided to settle for Mona. He had Mona dress up as Ali and pretend to be her in the Dollhouse.

Mona is the newborn white PROM queen

Meanwhile, what is our Evil Queen Aria wearing?

BLACK!!!

ROOK/CASTLE:

Castling is an important goal in Chess, because it serves two valuable purposes: it moves the king into a safer position away from the center of the board, and it moves the rook to a more active position in the center of the board. There are 2 Rooks.

Who are the Rooks? = CeCe Drake & Mona Vanderwaal

As I explained earlier, they both took the fall to protect the King. 

Mona pretended to be A to and was put into Radley and CeCe pretended to be Charles and was institutionalized into Welby for 5 years. 

BISHOP:

Each player begins the game with two bishops. One starts between the king’s knight and the king, the other between the queen’s knight and the queen. The bishop has no restrictions in distance for each move, but is limited to diagonal movement. Bishops, like all other pieces except the knight, cannot jump over other pieces. A bishop captures by occupying the square on which an enemy piece sits. As a consequence of its diagonal movement, each bishop always remains on either the white or black squares, and so it is also common to refer to them as light-squared or dark-squared bishops.

Who are the Bishops? = Jenna Marshall & Noel Kahn

While they aren’t as powerful in the A Game as the others, they have significant roles. 

Noel and Jenna are working together.

  • Him and Mona dated and worked together
  • It’s possible he murdered Sara Harvey
  • Maya was last seen at his Lake House
  • He has snooped on the Liars many times
  • Is possibly Varjack
  • Noel helped psychologically torture the girls in the Dollhouse
  • He had Mary’s Radley file in a lockbox in the hotel.

Jenna has plenty of reasons to hate the Liars and work against them

  • They blinded her by throwing the smoke bomb into her shed
  • Ali blackmailed her with her knowledge of Jenna and Toby’s weird relationship
  • Had something to do with the Cabin Fire
  • She was working with CeCe and Archer in Welby

KNIGHT:

A knight is resented by a horse’s head and neck. Each player starts with two knights. The knight move is unusual among chess pieces. When it moves, it can move to a square that is two squares horizontally and one square vertically, or two squares vertically and one square horizontally. The complete move therefore looks like the letter L. Unlike all other standard chess pieces, the knight can ‘jump over’ all other pieces (of either color) to its destination square. A knight should always be close to where the action is, meaning it is best used on areas of the board where the opponent’s pieces are clustered or close together.

It is interesting to note that the finale of Season 7 next week is titled “The Darkest Knight.”

Who are the Knights? = Lucas Gottesman and Darren Wilden

We know Lucas has been part of the game. 

  • Ali bullied him constantly, calling him Hermie.
  • He was the one wearing the gloves who gave Emily the massage.
  • Emily and Hanna are conveniently living in his ‘smart’ apartment. 

There was always something up with Darren Wilden

  • He was on the Halloween train dressed as the second Queen of Hearts
  • He was always hounding the girls for information on Ali. He really wanted to find her, and I think it is because he was working for A.
  • He had a connection with CeCe

PAWNS:

The pawn is the most numerous piece in the game of chess, and in most circumstances, also the weakest. Unlike the other pieces, pawns may not move backwards. Normally a pawn moves by advancing a single square, but the first time a pawn is moved, it has the option of advancing two squares. Pawns may not use the initial two-square advance to jump over an occupied square, or to capture. Any piece directly in front of a pawn, friend or foe, blocks its advance.

Who are the White (good) Pawns? Emily, Spencer, Hannah, Caleb, & Toby, with Ali as the White Queen B.

This next pic is hard to see. It says: “Once you know what someone cares about it’s easy to beat them, to separate them. Just like in chess. I lure each one and I isolate each of them, and knock them off the board. I’m almost grateful that Mona so unwittingly attempted to play me, because now all the pieces are mine. And when I crush them, and I will, that’s checkmate for all of them.”


CHECKMATE BITCHES <3

Absolute favorite theory I have written!!!  Thanks for reading! xox

anonymous asked:

Am I the only one bothered by how shallow a lot of the responses to Kylo having a noticeable scar in TLJ? What would be the point of him getting it in the narrative if it was just gone or barely noticeable next film? It's like people only care about Kylo's 'perfect looks' and not his character and what that means for him. I don't think that one scar is going to 'ruin his good looks.' I know he's supposed to be good looking to surprise the audience, but the scar might make him more attractive.

Yes, I’ve noticed this too and have found it very odd. I think people are frightened by the idea of Kylo having a distinctly grotesque-looking scar because they believe that that would indicate that he will be villainised going forward, putting the dampers on people’s hope for redemption. I find this argument flawed for several reasons:

1. The scar Kylo sustained in TFA, while very prominent and severe, was not disfiguring. It’s not like his nose was chopped off (thanks for the inspiration, earlier anon!) or his eye lost. He just has a large red mark across his face. Seriously, it’s not the end of the world.

2. The presence of the scar is extremely important on a thematic and symbolic level. The scar marks Han’s compassion and love (corresponding to where Han stroked Kylo’s face) and Rey’s vengeance and rage. When Kylo looks at the scar, he will see his father’s love reflected back at him and be reminded of his shameful defeat at Rey’s hand. When Rey looks at Kylo’s face, she will be forced to recognise how she gave into her darker impulses to inflict harm. It will be extremely important for story reasons, so it would be weird for them to downplay it or make it barely existent.

3. The presence of a scar or mark doesn’t immediately make a character monstrous or disqualify them from humanisation. Anakin was never more human than when he was an old man, ugly and scarred, looking on his son for the first time. Kylo’s appearance won’t determine whether he’s redeemed or not at this point - his actions and choices will. To suggest otherwise is, imo, very superficial and misses the point.

4. Kylo is, to use Jason Ward’s word choice, “foxy”. TPTB are not going to compromise that foxiness by giving Kylo a brutal skin infection that causes half his face to fall off. I expect the scar to be prominent but, if anything, it will accentuate his presence and wind up making him even sexier.

anonymous asked:

Since you're taking imagine requests again: can you do one with Marty where you're a sweet as pie babyface and he woos and persuades you to be with him? Perhaps turning you a bit heel/tweener in the process? Thank youuu!!! -K

this is one of the best imagine requests i have pretty much ever had. if only all of them were like this. this was a joy to dream up. thank you.

@ The Villain: Disgraceful business that was. Pet, if you want someone to treat you better, come see daddy. @ (Y/N)Pro

“I know Kirby is your friend, (Y/N), but you’re allowed to be selfish. You’ve done so much for him, and what have you gotten in return? A chair shot to the head from Dunne. And did he get revenge for you? No. Because you’re expendable to him. He doesn’t care about you. You’re a means to an end, something pretty to distract his opponents at ringside.”

The rant continued to make my headache even worse, so I did my best to try to tun out the words. Marty had a point, as much as I loathed to admit it. He’d been making a lot of those lately.

How I got myself in this position was a mystery to me. I was a bubbly, happy go lucky girl, quick with a smile and even quicker to lend a helping hand. It didn’t matter what company I was in, on what continent, or what the political culture of the locker room was. I was well liked and made friends wherever I went. The opinions of the fans and my peers meant everything to me.

Marty was the antithesis of what I was. Marty was too intense, too brash, too everything. He was loud and dangerous, never above cutting corners to get what he wanted. He made the fine hair on the back of my neck stand up and gooseflesh break out on my skin. Marty honestly didn’t care what anyone thought of him. 

So imagine my surprise when following my debut loss, he was there outside of my locker room with an ice pack and what likely was supposed to be gruff words of encouragement. The next show had him offering strategy. The one after, a joke or two. I thought it odd that no one in the locker room made note of it, but I brushed it off. He was just being nice. Possibly even turning over a new leaf.

He was a good… friend. Only a friend; Men like him didn’t go for girls like me. Even if they did flirt with me on social media. I tried to ignore the way his eyes would make me feel, the way my stomach would tighten in the most pleasant of ways when his hand accidentally brushed against mine, or how safe he made me feel.

I was still in my head when Marty grabbed my chin between his thumb and index finger and forced my attention back on him. His green eyes were dark with something indecipherable but nevertheless calculating. 

“You haven’t been listening to me have you.”

It wasn’t really a question, but I shook my head anyway. He scowled, but continued. 

“You have to look out for number one (Y/N). Kirby isn’t gonna do it for you, clearly.”

@ (Y/N)Pro: To err is to be human. To forgive is to be divine.

@ The Villain: *photo of Pete Dunne hitting (Y/N) with a steel chair*  👀 👀 👀

Those were the words that were ringing in my ears as I stood in Martin Kirby’s corner in his match against Marty Scurll for a shot at the WCPW title.

I did resent Kirby. I came to WCPW to win the women’s title, but somehow, I had been delegated to a valet, only competing in matches on the rarest of occasions. It was frustrating, then compounded with the fact that Kirby had done nothing to help me when I was caught alone in the ring with an irate Pete Dunne who was armed with a steel chair.

And then there was the time Kirby pushed me in front of Ospreay as the high flyer was going for the 760 Kick.

Or the time he super kicked me in the face, then didn’t apologize.

Maybe I should be selfish? Just this once?

I was conflicted for most of the match, And then, there was the golden opportunity if there ever was one. 

The referee was knocked down and appeared to be out cold. Marty had slid out of the ring to grab his umbrella to use on a prone Matin Kirby. I slid into the ring and placed myself facing Marty, hands outstretched, between the two men, just has the Villain had raised the black umbrella for a swing.

The cheers from the crowd were so loud, I almost missed Marty’s words.

“What the hell do you think you’re doin’ pet? I coulda knocked your damn head off.”

I shook my head, eyes pleading. 

“You can’t do this Marty. You just can’t. Its not right.”

Marty was flabbergasted, his mouth opening but no words were coming out. At the corner of my eye, I could see Kirby starting to get to his feet and the referee just beyond him beginning to stir.

I blinked and then the super kick I had thrown at Kirby connected with a resounding crack along his jaw. He was knocked out cold. 

The crowd screaming their displeasure at the sudden turn of events was thunderous as I turned back to Marty after admiring my handiwork. The Villain’s mouth was agape and the umbrella had been dropped in shock. 

“Don’t just stand there and look pretty, Marty. Pin him.”

Marty scooped one of Kirby’s legs for the pin, him staring at me with a mixture of wonder and pride, as the referee who had come to slowly counted to three. 

The bell rung and the Villain was victorious.

Adrenaline was still pumping through my veins and that’s what I blame my next action on next. 

I took the few steps towards him, placed my hands at the back of his neck, and pulled him down to me for a rough kiss. Marty didn’t miss a beat, wrapping one arm around my waist and raising the other in victory as his mouth moved feverishly over mine. 

@ The Villain: No one cares about the good guys. Its the villains that get the girl and the gold at the end.

Anything for the Bakkoush siblings

Biology, and science in general, is very interesting to Sana. She likes learning how organisms work, she likes learning about the reasons why processes, things and begins are the way they are. She likes learning all that because it helps her make sense of the bigger picture. Sana loves that but what she doesn’t love is the pile of homework her Biology teacher always gives the class. Essays to write, experiments to do and pages over pages to read. Sana wonders if her biology teacher doesn’t know that she, and every other student, has other subjects to do work for.

Staring at her laptop she sighs and closes it. Sana thought having the house completely to herself, silent, would help her concentrate. Actually, it did. But she has been sitting at the kitchen table, completing task after task, for about three hours now. It’s about time to take a break. Her brain needs a rest. She gets up, stretches and walks over to the window to open it. Her mother had closed it before she left three and a half hours ago because she didn’t want Sana to get cold. The problem: the lack of fresh air gives Sana a headache and she was so invested in her work that she didn’t even realize it at first. Her eyes wander down the street, as far as she can look from her spot at the window. Now that she doesn’t drown in school work, her thoughts promptly go back to that one thing she can’t stop thinking about. Or better said, that one person. Especially the absence of noise, usually produced by Elias’ friends, reminds her of him. Pretty much every Saturday, for too long to remember when it started, her older brother and his friends spend their day here. Even before they started that whole YouTube thing.

The absence of noise helped her study better but when she’s not doing that, there is nothing to distract her from her thoughts about Yousef. Spending an entire evening with him, just talking and with that getting to know him more… The way they teased each other first, but then could talk about such an important topic to her and obviously to him too and how effortless the transition was. Yousef listened to her and she listened to him. None of them was judging the other even when they were of so opposing opinions. Sana doesn’t have conversations like that with many people; she barely ever has conversations like that with anyone. So her inability to stop thinking about him is partly due to yesterday evening.

While Sana is still deep in thoughts, contemplating how to deal with her situation and weighing the options in her head, the doorbell rings. Elias has probably forgotten his keys. He left in a bad mood after arguing with their mother and his keys probably weren’t the most important thing on his mind. Sana still wants and needs to talk to him but she also knows it’s better to give him space first.

Lazily she walks to the door and rubs her eye. One of the ups of not wearing make-up. All that studying has exhausted her.

Opening the door, Sana is greeted with a familiar face but not that of her brother.

“Hey.”, he says at the same time she does. Sana didn’t expect Yousef. He’s only here when her brother is.

“From the surprised look I assume that Elias didn’t tell you I’d be coming over?”, Yousef asks, a small smile on his lips, his eyes trained on Sana.

To recollect her thoughts she shakes her head and stands up a little straighter. Yousef is still standing outside, just standing there with his hands in the pockets of his black jacket. The one he wore yesterday too. “No,..”, Sana begins and is very aware of Yousef’s eyes on her. “He doesn’t need to tell me that.” Sana notices Yousef smile getting a little bit bigger and tries not to smile too much herself. “But Elias is not home.”, she concludes.

Apparently Yousef didn’t know. He wouldn’t be here if he did but his eyebrows shoot up in confusion.

“Oh, he texted me this morning to come over around 5 so I thought he’d be here.”, Yousef explains. Well, it was not up to Elias if he could spend the day at home.

Sana thinks about it for a second, in which Yousef presses his lips together and waits. When they talk, he never pushes her. He doesn’t make her feel like she has to be a certain way or act a certain way. Sana tells him:“Eh.. Mom was kind of mad at him for spending the night out and not telling her where he was.. so she made him go run every possible errand.”

Sana thinks that Yousef should know this because he was the one to save Elias from a bigger catastrophe and called Sana to find a solution. Sana still doesn’t know why Elias got drunk that bad and that so early but they haven’t had a chance to properly talk. Yousef looks worried for a second. Eyebrows furrowed, he bites his lip in concentration. Sana cannot help but to notice it and get distracted for a millisecond.

Yousef starts talking and Sana quickly averts her eyes. She hopes that he didn’t notice. Usually Sana is able to focus, not let herself get distracted but when it comes to Yousef, it’s a little different.

“O god, how did it go this morning? I only talked shortly to Elias. He only told me that he’s going home and to meet him here later.”, Yousef rambles. He has his right hand at his neck and his gaze is fixated on Sana. Never looking away.

Sana doesn’t know how much Yousef tries to look at her without her or anyone catching it. Yousef isn’t sure how successful his attempts were because he assumes Elias kind of suspects something but he can’t help it. As soon as Sana walks into the same room as him, his eyes find her immediately. She is beautiful, everybody knows that. With her make-up and without it, like right now. As Sana opened the door, Yousef directly noticed the difference. Usually, Sana wears dark make up, it’s part of the tough-girl facade she has built up for herself. Sure, she is tough. But at the same time, she can be so innocent and cute. And Yousef likes her either way. More than he should, she is his best friend’s little sister. But at this point, it’s too late. He knows that he won’t ever be able to see Sana as just his best friend’s sister.

Even when he’s always reminded of it. The topic of their conversation is Elias after all. Yousef realizes that he was so deep in thoughts, that he probably looked her in the eyes a little too long. No, Sana is looking at him like she was yesterday. Smiling but trying to contain it. Always trying to be in control of everything. But once in a while she forgets that, like right now. The longer they stand there, the bigger her smile gets. Her dimples show and Yousef feels the need to cup her cheek but refrains. He knows his limits, her boundaries.

Someone, one of the neighbors, slams their door which makes both Sana and Yousef jump. This bursts the small bubble they were in. They always seemed to be in, when they look at each other like this, expressing more with their eyes than with their words.

Again, Sana lightly shakes her head. That is something Yousef has seen more than once and she clears her throat.

“Mom..”, Sana starts talking and Yousef blinks a few times to concentrate on her words, “.. interrogated him and asked where he was and such. You can imagine.” Yousef nods, which Sana shortly mimics. It makes Yousef smile but Sana looks worried and the small smile on his lips vanishes.

Sana looks up at him again and hesitates a little, before finally saying:“He said he was at your house.” Yousef nods again. He assumed that that would be the excuse and is fine with it. “But mom said she saw you outside… with me.”

Unsure what he is supposed to say to that, Yousef waits. Yesterday, he couldn’t care less that Sana’s mother interrupted them. He would’ve loved talking to her longer but the day they spend together was more than he had imagined for him and Sana. Especially, after his confession and her reaction being not talking to him for a week. Yousef understood, didn’t like it, but understood. That she felt so comfortable around him yesterday made him happier than he wanted to admit to himself.

Sana smiles. It’s barely there. But it’s enough for Yousef to notice. “I just wanted to tell you. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of Elias and I.”, she thinks for a second, “In more trouble than you already got because of us.” The faintest smile on her lips is gone now, Sana frowns and Yousef’s hand itches to reach out and straighten that worry line in between her eyebrows.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”, Yousef says and smiles at Sana. She is back to avoiding his eyes and instinctively he tries to make their eyes meet. “Hey.”, he says smiling and hoping that she’d do the same. She looks at him again and irks an eyebrow at him. She presses her lips together and Yousef knows it’s because she tries not to give away too much of what she feels. Yousef waits a few seconds, in which Sana and he look at each other. It’s innocent and playful at the same time.

Finally, when she looks him in the eyes, Yousef says:“Anything for the Bakkoush siblings.”

Sana laughs a little at that. Yousef can’t help but grin at that. Making Sana smile is one of his favorite things. She’s always so tough, breaking that facade for even a second is pretty satisfying to Yousef.

“Hmm.”, is all Sana says at first, smiling and with her eyebrows raised.

“Hmm.”, Yousef mimics her and also raises his eyebrows.

“Anything, hm?”, Sana asks smiling widely. Her dimples make an appearance and Yousef looks at them and back into Sana’s eyes.

Yousef nods, his smile almost too wide to fit on his face:“Anything.”

If somebody didn’t close another door loudly, Sana and Yousef would have been standing there, smiling at each other for who knows how long. Again, they both jump at the loud sound and turn around at the same time, when Elias says:“Hey.”

He was the one that closed the main door and walks up the stairs. He stops next to Yousef who is still standing in the hallway outside of the apartment. Yousef didn’t even notice nor care about that.

“Why are you standing at the door?”, Elias asks and looks from his little sister to his best friend. Elias has too many bags in his hands to carry and Yousef and Sana go to take some from him at the same time. Elias smiles tiredly at both.

Sana answers:“Yousef came by like you two talked about.” Elias nods, Yousef observes the looks between the siblings and smiles to himself. Even if everything goes wrong, Sana has Elias and Elias has Sana.

Now, Sana opens the door more and lets the two boys in. Yousef smiles at her while passing her and then going straight to the kitchen to put down the bags.

Yes, he’ll do anything for the Bakkoush siblings. For Sana, he’ll stand at the door as long as necessary if it means that she is comfortable and he can talk to her.

Well, Since You Begged (Sami Zayn) - the reader suffers from an injury and her best friend Sami cares for her. Afterwards, Sami mentions feelings he has, leading up to some domineering Sami plowing her into next week

let me know what you think, y'all. also, i have tons of free time now, so i’m going to start taking requests. enjoy the read, hoes. it’s a long one, buckle up for the ride

WARNINGS: smut, language, spanking! 

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anonymous asked:

i love that dan is constantly mentioning diversity lately. like as a brown girl, it's just so nice that he actively notices and mentions it. most people wouldn't and I know it's such a small thing, but he's so good. damn it, after the licking video, I forgive too easily

i know :( even tho i know dan is doing a little above the bare minimum it’s still nice to have a person i look up to so much actually care about that stuff :( i remember one of the first times dan concretely brought it up in a liveshow was after he saw the force awakes the second time and was next to a little girl and he was so happy she felt like she could be the hero :( representation is so important and it makes me happy dan acknowledges this :(

headcanon: dating chanyeol

Dating Chanyeol Would Include:

  • a playful but down to earth boyfriend
  • listens to all your problems
  • just really likes to hear you talk
  • teaches you guitar
  • gets you a custom made pick with his name on it
  • “you’re really dorky, chanyeol”
  • him just giggling like a schoolgirl
  • piggyback rides happen everyday
  • will give you a piggyback ride everywhere tbh
  • the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room
  • his long legs are there for you
  • LOVES it when you compliment him
  • like you could be like “oh chanyeol, you look really handsome today”
  • aND HE’D GET SO FLUSTERED its the cutest shit trust me
  • hand holding is a must
  • rlly loud around you at all times
  • especially in bed
  • ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • srsly never shuts up about how good you feel / how good you’re making him feel
  • sex with him is either vanilla or kinky
  • he’s got two sides in the bedroom i promise
  • like one day it’ll be casual sex, no power play, just indulging in each other 
  • and then the next day hE WILL HAVE NO MERCY
  • gr8 at oral 
  • gr8 at everything rlly
  • just a gr8 boyfriend overall, very caring for you at all times 
  • you’ll enjoy dating this nerd