jk i have no idea what those two words actually mean

JM: does JK hate him, what is fan service & other random ramblings

Disclaimer: Once again, I think we should be able to discuss these things in constructive manner, so if you have anything to ask/add/correct, please do so but in polite manner with respect towards me, other users and the boys.

This is not about ships, but about individuals. I’m not trying to prove Jikook with this. Simply throwing my thoughts out there. I don’t claim to know anyone personally and all this is based on my personal observations. I could be completely wrong or get some bits right or somewhat accurate, who knows. Let’s discuss.

Also warning, this is almost 3000 words lol.

After reading my thoughts on JK someone asked me if I could share my opinions on JM as well. This is a bit all over the place and less focused than the JK one, so bear with me.

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genre ― smut + a bit of fluff at the end, fuckboy!au

pairing ― jungkook | reader | taehyung

synopsis ― Dodging Jungkook’s annoying horny texts was easy but what happens when another boy accidentally joins in on the fun?

words ― 7,633

note : I meshed Play & Play 2.0 together and added a few things. Before I get asked, yes there will another part to this.

extra note : part two

Your ringtone kept blasting in your ear as you tried to sleep before a big presentation. You groaned, cursing yourself for not turning off the volume as you reached for the glowing device knowing exactly who it was. You denied the call thinking,”Why is he so fucking desperate?” You began closing your eyes again until a loud ding woke you up again.

JK (1:57 AM): Why didn’t you answer babe? I want to talk to you :(

You rolled your eyes and turned off your phone, getting back to your much needed sleep.

It was almost a routine with Jungkook, calling you at 2 in the morning expecting you to be down for some sexting. That boy didn’t know when to quit and you should have already blocked his number considering he’s been like this for 4 months straight. But you’ll be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like the attention he was giving you.

Not that you were the only girl, of course, because being the all-star soccer player he had half the school population begging for him. Hell not just him but the rest of the soccer team and you weren’t one to judge because your eyes would wander over to their table every once in awhile just like the rest of them.

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yerahizardwarry replied to your post: yerahizardwarry:If you could change one (1) thing…

@nobutseriouslywhat where this is coming from?

Okay so I looked into tracking this down and my sources might be a little fuzzy, but this is something that’s been pissing me off.

So about three years ago on Pottermore, JK Rowling released a piece about illness and disability in the wizarding world. Unfortunately, she used this piece to basically say that wizards are “above” muggle disabilities and could cure anything they want (so long as those disabilities aren’t caused by magic. Which I suppose would imply that Harry’s bad eyesight is caused by his near-death experience as a baby or by being a horcrux, but I’m getting ahead of myself).

So why is this problematic? In a fictional world where wizards are presented as the norm and muggles are seen as a subspecies that are too unintelligent to even be able to interact with wizards, it implies that real world disabilities are only for simple people. Read: subhuman or not advanced enough to cure their own ailments.

I get that she tried to worm her way around this by including magical illnesses and disabilities, in characters like Moody and Lupin. But it just falls flat? Like she’s trying to cover her tracks with something like “oh well this character is too ~advanced~ to have lost his leg and eye to something as common as cancer or diabetes or anemia, that just wouldn’t be realistic. He was cursed in a fight and lost them.”

And boy howdy, since I’ve mentioned Lupin, let’s take something straight from the horse’s mouth. (source: Pottermore)

Yeah. Let that sink in. She wanted to have a character whose condition was a metaphor for AIDS, so she made him a literal monster? Who has to rely on the worst character in the series, a brooding abusive human fedora, to make sure he doesn’t kill people at random? Yeah, that’s the great representation that people with AIDS needed in the 90′s. /s

(that last bit may be worded harshly. My intention is not to insult or offend you, rather, just to show my general distaste for her.)

There’s also her transphobia. Once again we’ll go straight to the horse-woman’s mouth: her twitter.

(You can see by comparing the open tabs between the above screenshots that I really haven’t bothered to edit or cut anything down.) This is a page of her twitter likes, and we can see not terribly far down this article. Which I unfortunately took the time to read.

It’s an article about former VICE reporter Sam Kriss, and the sexual assault allegations that have come up about him in the last few months. So far so good, no matter how much of a vocal feminist someone is, we should be able to call them out when they fuck up, right?

Except the article doesn’t do that. It takes all this information about men who have committed sexual assault, mostly Sam Kriss and Harvey Weinstein, and immediately backpedals. The second half of the article is basically “I know these cishet men are violent sexual predators, but we can’t blame them for that. Blaming cishet men for their own actions isn’t going to address our real problem, which is… trans women!”

Yeah. You read me right. JK Rowling openly liked an article about how we can’t blame actual men for their crimes, but we have to pin it on trans women who are just trying to use a g-ddamn bathroom. And this isn’t the only instance of her transphobia either:

Look, I get it. Choosing a character’s gender can be difficult (especially when you believe in strict gender roles and still think there are only two genders). But did she have to involve a crack at the character’s genitalia? Especially when you consider how much she writes about underage characters? JFC that’s horrifying in context. But it gets worse…

There’s two major things wrong with this image. We’ll take them in reverse chronological order.
First, let’s look at her sarcastic reply to the second writer: “Tell me about it, sister. I mean brother. No sister.” Hahaha, because purposefully misgendering others is the height of comedy, am I right(wing)?
Second, because this one is actually the worst thing I’ve seen all day, look at the first writer she’s replying to, Dan Hodges. Notice anything interesting about his name?

That’s an echo. For those unfamiliar, the (((echo))) began as a way for anti-Semites to point out what people or ideas in a list were Jewish. It’s not like a star of David, which began as a sacred symbol, was turned into a hate symbol, and then reclaimed; this was explicitly created as a way to single out Jewish people and target them. The echo is most common on twitter, where anti-Semites will put an ironic echo around their own names to show that they are either not Jewish or are opposed to their ideals. Putting an echo around your name is about one step above putting “14/88”, “blood and soil”, or “(insert predominantly white country, usually America) first” in your bio. It’s sick and horrifying and the fact that JK is just sitting down having a pleasant chat with him proves that she doesn’t care.

In summary JK Rowling is ableist, transphobic, antisemitic, and the peak of white feminism.

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.12]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, smut (blowjob)

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jk: why couldn’t we have the same off block?

you: idk jungkook

you: now stop texting me while i’m in class i don’t wanna get in trouble

You locked your phone and slid it back underneath the binder on your desk. Jungkook was being a real pain in the ass today and you had no idea why. He’d been texting you nonstop all day. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy talking to him, because you did, it’s just that you didn’t want to fail your classes. You really needed to pay attention to pass them and Jungkook texting you every second wasn’t conducive to you passing them in the slightest.

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My ASD Testing Experience

I promised that I would write up a post about my autism testing, so here goes. (And yes, I am SO counting this toward NaNoWriMo!)

When I arrived at the practice, the psychiatrist who I’d seen for my initial intake appointment took me back to her office and told me to pull a chair up to the desk.

The first task she had me do, after attempting to make small talk with me (which I am TERRIBLE at and crashed and burned, lol), was to arrange foam puzzle pieces to fit a pre-drawn puzzle. She gave me three pieces (it clearly called for like 9) and I placed them, then expected her to hand me more, but she didn’t until I asked her for them. I guess that kind of confused me. I saw notes in her file for me that mentioned a “confused expression”, and I think it was in reference to that.

Afterward, she took out a book and informed me that it had no words, that we were going to make up the story. I’m a good writer, but making up stories on the spot and telling them aloud is incredibly difficult for me.

The book was about these frogs whose lilypads suddenly started floating, and pretty soon these freaking frogs were zooming all over creation. Instead of telling a story like a story, I just pointed out things that I saw. “Those fish are like WHAT THE HECK and that turtle looks pretty pissed, and the frogs are still flying.” Yeah, it was a weird story.

Then she brought out a bag of very random objects, and informed me that we were each going to pick five of them and use them to tell a story, which was even more foreboding than the idea of turning the story of the wordless picture book into English.

She went first, with a sponge, a cocktail umbrella, a feather, a shoelace, and… I forget what else. Her story was about Mama Umbrella, her kid Spongebob, and Baby Feather. They went to the beach, and the mama told SpongeBob to watch Baby Feather. But he was annoyed with watching her and went off and did his own thing. Then Baby Feather crawled into the ocean and SpongeBob threw a rope (shoelace) in to save her. Mama Umbrella was really mad but she was glad her baby was okay.

I had no idea what to do so I stared at the items in the bag for a good while, until a morbid story came into my head and it was the only thing that I could think of. I used the car, a paper circle, the feather, a wooden block, and a toy dollhouse candle.

“Okay,” I said, “so there’s people driving down the road in this car, and then the wife goes “I think I’m gonna light your birthday candles on the cake now, because that sounds like a great idea,” so she did, and then a bird (represented by the feather) distracted the driver and made him run over a pothole (the paper circle) and slam into a wall (the wooden block).” Cue lots of spitty explosion noises (jk I just said they exploded). So yeah, I’m sure that heightened her image of me a good bit. XD

We talked then about the trouble I’m having at work, how I keep getting told off for not being empathetic when truly, I am (usually- I mean there are LOTS of people I deal with who are just plain annoying/dumb). My tone does not sound kind enough, even though I’ve been trying.

She asked me about my dating life and I updated her on the nonexistence of any type of relationship prospects and how the last girl I dated ghosted me (she hasn’t texted me since November 1, if anyone’s wondering).

She asked me what a friend was, and then she asked me what the difference was between a friend, and a co-worker. Well, that was tough. I told her I guessed co-workers I thought were my friends were just my favorite coworkers, because I never saw them outside of work?

She then asked me how emotions felt, and how I knew I was happy, or angry, or anxious, or sad, and made me explain examples of times when I had felt these things, and asked whether I thought other people felt the same things. She asked me if I had ever been picked on or bullied, and sadly, I had to tell her that my family were my worst bullies growing up. I told her how there were certain noises my siblings would make that really bothered and hurt me, and how they’d deliberately make those noises over and over just to watch me and laugh as I’d get tenser and tenser and finally run from the room, usually crying, to have a meltdown in my bedroom.

After all this, she was done with me, and I went back to the waiting room to wait for the IQ test guy. I’d never met him before, so it was hard to look at his face, but I don’t think he ever smiled. And when I’d try to make a joke he’d just stare at me in this analyzing way. I didn’t like him.

His office was tiny and plain and felt dingy, and he had some sort of white noise sound machine going, which bothered me but I couldn’t figure out how to say so. He said he hoped it didn’t bother me, but in a way that made me feel like it would be a huge inconvenience if I told him that it did.

The first thing he had me do was to take these blocks that had two red sides and two white sides, and the remaining two sides were divided into half red and half white, split into triangles. First he gave me four and showed me a pattern, and I had to recreate that pattern. I guess he thought I was capable after that because he gave me the rest of the nine total blocks and show me more and more complicated patterns that I had to recreate. I’m ashamed to say that there was one I almost didn’t get, because I legitimately forgot that I could turn the cubes. I was looking at them and thinking that they were all half red and half white, but I needed solid red and solid white. I told him I couldn’t do it, that it was actually impossible. I thought it was a trick. He asked if I wanted to skip it, but at the last second I remembered, oh, these things have different sides. :P so obviously I recreated it pretty quickly from there.

After that exercise, he asked me some math word problem questions, which I had to figure out in my head, without paper and pencil. At first they were easy, but then the questions got into asking basically what 15 percent of 60 is, and I almost said it was 15, but caught myself and guessed 10 (probably still wrong; I don’t even know how to do that with a calculator).

Then he had me repeat sequences of numbers. It started out simple: 2, 4. He gradually added one number art a time until he reached… I think the highest any of these went was 8 numbers. 5, 9, 2, 4, 3, 2, 6, 1. I’d repeat the numbers in order. After that, he had me repeat his sequences backward- so 3, 7, 8, 5 would be 5, 8, 7, 3. This was more difficult, especially when he got up to the 8- digit ones. And finally, he made me put the number sequences in order, but there were often multiples of the same number, which was Super Confusing. It wasn’t too hard up until the 7 or 8 digit ones, but then it started getting really impossible to remember all of the numbers: 4, 7, 9, 2, 6, 2, 7, 8 for example. I’m pretty sure I only said 7 digits for at least one 8 digit one, and I had to start over on several of them.

Finally, we were done with that awful task, and we moved on to the fresh hell of a book of shapes. The top half of the paper showed a shape, and the bottom half had 6 different shapes that I had to put together to make the top shape. The catch was, it always had to be 3 of the shapes- i couldn’t pick 2 that also made the same shape. It had to be 3, and they could never overlap. At first it was pretty easy- a square, a house shape, etc. Then they got more complicated - like one had a blue octagon inside a yellow triangle inside a red square. And they got more complicated from there on out, in the ways the shapes were divided. For example, there was an oval and the pieces were cut in such a way that the middle piece resembled a butt with crooked arms. And in many of the advanced ones, all or many of the options were similar, so you really had to be able to pay attention and visualize it, which was difficult, especially after my brain was wasted from all the other stuff.

At last, we finished that, and he gave me a self- assessment test for autism. The possible answers were 1 (Never True), 2 (Sometimes True), 3 (Often True), and 4 (Almost Always True). It was one of those fill- in- the- dot things. The questions were things such as I feel most comfortable when I am alone, I behave in ways that seem strange or bizarre to others, I get upset when there are a lot of things going on, When stressed I show rigid and inflexible patterns of behavior, I have good personal hygiene, I think of other people the same way that I think of objects, I am extremely sensitive to certain sounds, textures, or smells, I have a narrow range of interests, I talk or think about the same thing over and over.

When I finished that, we were done and I got to go home. I have a feedback session scheduled for the 11th, where I’ll actually get my diagnosis.

Overall, the experience was weird and tiring. I felt analyzed, which was obviously what was happening, and it made me kind of squirmy. And I felt patronized, which was just plain annoying. I went along with everything though, and I think I proved my autism, so now I’m just waiting on my official diagnosis so I can tell the world and actually have it as a reason why I can’t do or handle certain things (not an excuse; that is a different thing altogether, just saying).

Anyway, I’m sorry this was so long. If you made it to the end, here, have a virtual… I don’t know, brownie, cookie, hug, pickle, whatever you’d like to have a virtual version of. XD

If you have any questions about any part of the process, please feel free to ask me! ❤️

Heart on My Sleeve

Summary: Bucky feels ready for his first tattoo. Only problem is, he’s not sure what to get. Until he gets unexpected help from his four year old daughter.

Characters/Relationships: Bucky x reader; Daddy!Bucky; Bucky x OC

Warnings: None, except perhaps my shit writing.

A/N: This was inspired by an ask from @papi-chulo-bucky. |1| |2|

And I guess by writing this, I officially come out of the shadows. Yes Delilah, I am your 💎, your diamond anon lol. Hi! (am bringing this back from my old blog @thecrownedrose).

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It’s been a year and Cursed Child is still destroying me

Okay, so on one hand, I understand all the issues people had with the Scorose bit of Cursed Child. Did it feel forced? Definitely. Unnecessary? A little. Completely underdeveloped compared with the Scorbus bonding? Absolutely. 

But one of my biggest issues after finishing CC was how Rose was basically written out of the story entirely. I am a firm believer that the Epilogue to Deathly Hallows ABSOLUTELY set up Albus, Rose, and Scorpius as the next-gen Golden Trio. So when Rose’s only role in CC was to be super judgmental and kind of nasty throughout 95% of the play, I was devastated. This was not the Rose I had been imagining in my head and writing fic about almost a whole freaking decade! (Well, actually, I had been imagining a Ravenclaw, but that’s neither here nor there.)

Which brings me to the Scorose issues. Like a lot of people, my belief in this ship came from Ron’s line in the DH epilogue. “Don’t get too friendly with him [Scorpius], though, Rosie.” I still feel that this was very much a hint towards the possibility of Scorose, and I will never not believe that that wasn’t what she intended when our amazing and wonderful author wrote that line. 

I was nervous when I heard that the story for CC wasn’t actually coming from JK Rowling herself, but from two other people. And again, being frank, the fact that they were men made me even more anxious. Part of what I had always loved about the Harry Potter series was that there were so many kinds of wonderful, amazing, evil, or just plain ordinary female characters. Like most women I talk to about the fantasy genre, female characters written by women just tend to be more realistic and less like a bad cliche or trope.

  *cough cough* anything written by Tamora Pierce *cough cough*

Reading CC basically confirmed all of my worst fears. Rose was gone, there was no Golden Trio, Delphi’s character was just a huge giant cringe, a collection of a decade’s worth of adolescent fanfiction wishes. And again, I’m not going to lie and say I’ve never spent an afternoon imagining that Voldemort had a daughter. It’s crossed my mind. It’s crossed pretty much everybody’s mind. But just because something is fun to think about  doesn’t meant it will necessarily translate into a full fledged character. Which is exactly what happened with Delphi. 

And then, the announcement that Cursed Child was actually CANON changed almost everything I’d ever imagined about the next generation. Ignoring the obvious issues with calling it canon (Time Turners, Delphi, and absurd Scorpius is actually the child of Voldemort rumors, just to name a few), what I really disliked about considering CC canon was what that meant for Rose and all of those next-gen golden trio ideas. Because if I have to except CC as canon, that means that more than half of the next-gen Hogwarts life is over, and Rose STILL isn’t friends with either Albus or Scorpius. I felt like I’ve been cheated out of years worth of potential Hogwarts stories. 

And of course, Scorose was almost entirely ruined for me. 

I’ll be honest: I’m still holding out hope that Scorose will happen. Not because I think that hetero-normative relationships are the only ones out there, not because I don’t think Scorbus would be insanely cute (I do), but because it’s been my OTP for almost a decade. 

But the rest of the fandom seized  Scorose as an example of everything wrong with CC. I’ve seen the words “shoehorned”, “forced”, and “unnecessary” used to describe it so many times that it’s actually painful for me to go near that part of this site anymore. So many things with the Scorose tag are just people complaining and dissing the ship, it breaks my heart. 

It breaks my heart because they’re not entirely wrong. My ship, my OTP, the couple I’ve held close to my heart since 2007, was so treated to carelessly and with so little thought in CC that I couldn’t bring myself to write Scorose fic for almost a year. Not only did Scorose become a running joke throughout the play, Rose was reduced to little more than a prop in Albus and Scorpius’s story. As someone who literally watched Hermione Granger go from a frumpy, buck-toothed goody-goody know-it-all to one of the most badass female characters in not only the series, but the entire fantasy genre, the way that Rose was treated in CC destroyed me. 

And the craziest thing of all is, I still want to see the damn play. That’s how much I care about this wacky, outrageous, heart-wrenching patchwork world of magic and friendship and love that one amazing woman created. (And also, everyone who actually has seen the play says it’s amazing and so much better than the script, and, really, I should hold off on final final judgement until I’ve had the chance to see the play for myself, right? Right??? *dies on the inside*)

But still. I am hoping so much that at some point we will get a real next-gen series that will go back and fix everything that went wrong in CC. And will I be rooting for Scorose? Definitely. Will I be disappointed if it goes Scorbus? A little. But will I not care as long as I get to see more of Scorpius “Cinnamon Roll” Malfoy being best friends with Rose and Albus? Absolutely. 

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  • lance is definitely one of those couple/group costumes type of person.
  • he fucking loves halloween , he still goes trick of treating, this boy does not care.
  • he actually kind of uses his younger siblings as an excuse to go out and pretends to be watching them. but he’s the first one to snatch his favorite candy out of their bag.
  • you know those signs on the candy bowl that say, ‘only take one’, he doesn’t take one he takes like three pieces because he’s a rebel™ and doesn’t want to steal all the candy bc he feels bad.
  • with an s/o he’d do a couple costume, but probably like some pop culture reference one. like grease costume bc that’s really generic, or maybe like some anime character couple (would probably do an ed x winry costume and go all out).
  • with a group costume he would suggest magic mike without a doubt. everyone says no.
  • lance trades candy (aka steals it and claims he traded it).
  • he goes all out with decorations, the house and yard would be filled with Halloween decorations. the best house in the neighborhood™, all the kids love going to his house.
  • also he has to go to at least once haunted house a year, and surprisingly he doesn’t get scared that easily.
  • tries to summons demons on halloween and pretends to be possessed. everyone hates him for it smh.
  • he even still celebrates it while they are in space as best as he can. he gets really excited telling coran and allura about earth holidays.
  • he spooks everyone too, definitely plays the oujia board. and he tells coran and allura scary stories and urban legends and claims they are 100% true.


  • surprisingly loves halloween too!!
  • he doesn’t really dress up but just loves the whole mood during the weeks leading up to halloween.
  • he watches so many horror movies the whole month and he kind of decorates his room.
  • he likes the idea of going to haunted house but hasn’t ever been to one. lance promised to take him to one once they get back on earth.
  • keith would do a generic costume, like a vampire. and like all he does is wear all black, have a cape, and dollar store fake teeth that glow in the dark. buys fake blood and just pats it on his face.
  • okay he dressed up as the grudge boy one year and freaked everyone out.
  • he doesn’t go trick or treating.
  • but he also doesn’t personally give candy out to kids. (i mean he lives in the fucking middle of nowhere) but let’s say he lived in a neighborhood he would just be that person that leaves a bowl of candy out and just tapes a sign on that says, ‘take a few. NOT ALL.
  • he has no opinion on couple or group costumes. doesn’t care either way.
  • wow, get ready for this, but when he gets back on earth after the whole universe is saved and what not. he finally has a family to spend the holidays with and he’s so happy and he will do whatever they want too. he’s just so happy.
  • oh, he plays along with lance when lance is telling coran and allura about the urban legends and spooky stories. and says that lance isn’t lying that it’s 100% true.
  • even adds in his own details and makes up so. he’s literally so amazing at playing along.
  • he finds it really funny how spooked allura and coran are getting and how they keep saying humans are messed up.
  • he tells allura and coran that, “big foot attacked him in his house one day and he had to fight him.”
  • oh and he definitely takes a handful of candy when it says only take one. smh


  • shiro is a simple man. he enjoys the holidays. he went to halloween parties, he went trick or treating, he went to haunted houses / mazes.
  • he usually dresses up as a tv show/movie character though, and his costumes were always 10/10.
  • he enjoys decorating and he doesn’t go all out like lance, he has a cute and neat yard and house. you know like some styrofoam gravestones, an inflatable pumpkin or skeleton, spooky colored lights, spider webs, a skeleton somewhere and a bat. his folks are simple.
  • enjoys couple and group costumes a lot but hates planning it and getting everyone to go through with it.
  • watches a lot of halloween movies, not necessarily horror, just kidish movies from his childhood with the occasional spooky one thrown in.
  • considers the nightmare before christmas a halloween movie.
  • gives away a lot of candy, like two handfuls per kid bc he just can’t resists how cute and excited they look. always spends way to much on candy every year but it’s worth it seeing the children smile and get amazed. buys the brand names candy too.
  • he doesn’t play along with lance telling allura and coran about the spooky things on earth. just kind of sits back and relaxes, until he realizes that coran and allura are legitimately getting freaked out.
  • refuses to let lance play the ouji board. will through hands if necessary (jk shiro wouldn’t do that.)


  • the type of person to change their username to something ‘spooky’.
  • dresses up as a meme, ‘you know i had to do it to em.
  • or dresses up as a cartoon character, one year she did mandy from billy and mandy the next year she did raven from teen titans. everyone loved it so fucking much.
  • queen of creating the best costumes.
  • Nightmare before Christmas is a halloween movie.’ those are fighting words
  • not much of a decorater honestly.
  • buys candy to give out, but ends up eating it all before halloween comes around. actually doesn’t regret it but pretends too.
  • she of course watches horror and halloween movies the whole month.
  • loves scary people. smh evil pidge.
  • actually takes two handfuls of candy when it only says take one.
  • doesn’t like group or couple costumes.
  • definitely plays along with lance when he’s telling allura and coran spooky things.


  • always has a small get together for halloween and bakes the best shit. has the best goodie bags and the best decorations.
  • he either dresses up as gordon ramsey or a witch every year.
  • doesn’t really care too much for haunted houses or horror movies not that he’s necessarily scared of any of it since he knows it’s fake.
  • he prefers the more lighthearted side of the holiday.
  • he never really goes trick or treating he likes staying home and giving out candy. he’s actually the best house on the block all the kids rush to his house. gives out the big candy bars and like capri suns.
  • loves watching the kid halloween movies, makes him nostalgic.
  • okay but this boy does like spooking people on halloween. especially lance. will just randomly slam the door open while lance is in the shower wearing a scary mask. works every time to scare lance.
  • he doesn’t get easily scared though surprisingly.
  • doesn’t like group costumes so much but likes couple costumes.
  • says nothing while lance spooks allura and coran with his stories, waits to see how far lance can get before they start doubting him.


— once they get to earth the group costume is definitely scooby doo or stranger things themed costumes. anything that has a large group. definitely get allura and coran to participate it.


So I know most people are confused with my AU. Honestly I just wanted to make it simple AU but where is the fun in it~ 

In this thread, I will only cover the relationship between the two MCs and Saeran/Saeyoung that was based on my recent mini comic and not the other RFA members (yet). By the way I will call Seven as Saeyoung and Unknown as Saeran.

To make it less confusing I will call, Saeran’s wife as MC A and Saeyoung’s wife ac MC B


In this AU, MC A and MC B is not related by blood (but maybe still knowing each other) since I’m still focusing the MC as you guys. The reason they have similarities in their design except for hairstyle is because I want to keep the first default MC design.


MC B (default MC design)


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Unexpected (7)

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Originally posted by dreamyoongi

All of the other guys had agreed that it’d be okay for Jungkook to participate.  Of course, the real deciding factor would be PD Bang, but you were hopeful.  So until Namjoon got the official okay, you and Jungkook started practicing to be safe.

You turned the music on, and started showing Jungkook different steps to the song.  Jimin had put himself in charge of changing the music to any spot you needed.

“I think you just want to feel like you’re in control for a minute.” you said.

You heard the others laughing behind you.  You looked and they were all kind of doing their own thing. Namjoon had his phone out, headphones in, Hoseok and Taehyung were laughing about something on their phone, Jin was exploring the studio more, and Yoongi was sitting still; just watching you.

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Salvador Sobral - “Amar Pelos Dois”

Oh snap! “How dare you boot Salvador this early, you monster!!” um i think he’s just fine, chill out?

I used to be fully on board the Salvador Speedboat, but sadly, he tarnished himself in my eyes by delivering one of the most self-serving, pompous winner speeches ever. “MUSIC ISN’T FIREWORKS, MUSIC IS EMOTION, THIS IS A VICTORY FOR ALL MUSIC” is a pretty rich statement coming from someone who was a blatant camera-mugger,

a provocateur pur sang,

and just in general took the mickey at this contest;

Like, all of the above moments are AWESOME but please do not insult our intelligence by pretending as if these didn’t definitely, DEFINITELY aid you in achieving that landslide win. Yes, Salvador, TELL us more about how you saved the face of Real Music [citation needed] or invented jazz, BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T YOU BLOWHARD TWAT :@

(but thanks for calling out the Demys and Robsaiahs anyway because god was it necessary).

Fortunately though, in spite of all the self-righteous hypocrisy, i’m mostly here for Salvador’s journey as it truly fascinates me.  Yeah, sure, I just YELLED at the man but I actually respect his role as enfant terrible quite a bit and even if you dislike “Amar Pelos Dois”, I feel like you should too.

How DOES one transform a hipster, extremely non-conformist entry such as “Amar Pelos Dois” into the most universally beloved Eurovision song of this decade exactly?

Well, children, it’s time to delve DEEPLY into how this contest truly fuctions and how Portugal managed to exploit one of the biggest, but most overlooked Eurovision loopholes.

I hope you’re ready because this write-up will be LONG.

To truly understand why Salvador won, we must first understand what he represents. Ask any casual eurofan what they think of Salvador and chances are they’re going to answer with finding him “genuine and heartfelt” if they’re a fan and “a con artist” if they’re not. Both ideas seem mutually exclusive but are in fact the two halves of the whole. The Yin and the Yang, if you will.

You see, Salvador’s entire mantra was indeed that he was “genuine” and free of all the frolics the other entries dabbled in. His act was just the song, bare and plain. By presenting “Amar Pelos Dois” intimately and keeping the tics to a minimum, Salvador managed to cast a mind-controlling spell over all of Europe, dismantling the language barrier and taking it home for Portugal.

The lusophone liberator

There is however a strong element of crafty subterfuge involved and no, I’m not talking about the tics. Salvador is a jazz singer and Jazz singers are weird by default; they have honky voices (evidenced by other ESC alumni who sang jazz in their early musical carreers, such as Jamala and Jana Burceska) and often improvize. Jazz Improv is virtually unheard of in our Eurovision bubble, but it’s a common performance method within the jazz circuit. This is why Salvador mimes, switches his voice’s pitch around, plays an air violin. It’s all part of the heat of the moment. There’s nothing overtly fake about this at all.

HOWEVER, by deliberately presenting yourself as guileless and then using seemingly gimmickless emotion AS YOUR MAIN STRATAGEM… that, my friends, is an A+ example of artifice. Salvador is not phony in SPITE of the emotion, but BECAUSE of it.

Naturally, this exploits a huge flaw within the system and not the one about “fastfood & borrowed music” (though that one should be addressed too imo). Why did “Amar Pelos Dois” win? Because of the song? Paradoxically, I don’t think the song itself  ever mattered. “Amar Pelos Dois” didn’t win because of *what* it is, but because of what it *is*.

In other words, Eurovision is evolving into something bigger than just a song contest. Songs aren’t by themselves winning anymore, despite Salvador’s victory signalling otherwise..Instead, concepts win and the country which executes an attractive concept the BEST during those three minutes, takes it home.

Ergo, “Real Music” won  in Eurovision 2017 but not in the way Salvador claims it did. He won because he successfully MARKETED his song as “real music” so everyone believed him and voted for him, juror and televoter alike.

What about other years? If we count back to the past three years, did ANY of Conchita, Mans or Jamala win because of their song… or because of what their songs represented at the time?

This may sound bleak, but I actually don’t think it’s bad. It means that yes, a bad song could theoretically win for what it represents. However, in practice we find that a good performance IS key because without one you can’t ever sell it properly.  All of this actually makes me love “Amar Pelos Dois” more than I normally would have because this is the VERY first time I felt a country acknowledges this tactic and deliberately uses it to win. and It’s Portugal, OF ALL COUNTRIES.

I love how a bullied, unfairly maligned country like Portugal managed to troll all of Europe without them realizing it. <3

I love how Salvador spent every day in Kyiv mocking the SHIT out of the contest and was rewarded for it <3

I love how they -through sheer lack of gimmicks- managed to produce the gimmickest winner this contest has ever seen. <3

I love how they produced the biggest blowout winner this contest has seen since the early 80s. <3

I also love the woman, the legend, the CHIN that is Salvador’s sister Luisa, who owns one of my fave singing voices this year and got to share the limelight with Salvador during the winner’s reprisal, as she very much deserved!!

Finally, I love how this year has ended as a huge Portugese middlefinger against Europe for screwing them over for years and years and motherfucking YEARS and then managed to figure out the EXACT way to circumvent the language barrier and slay all opposition. It truly and finally establishes that any country is capable of winning. See you in Bern or Vilnius next year! (jk, it’ll probably be Saint Petersburg if the Only Returnees Win pattern keeps up. SAVE US, BOSNIA!!!)

Decade rank: 105/324




17. Portugal (105/324)
18. Croatia (115/324)
19. Austria (119/324)
20. France (138/324)
21. Poland (154/324)
22. Armenia (158/324)
23. Romania (164/324)

24. Iceland (174/324)
25. Ukraine (190/324)
26. San Marino (203/324)
27. Albania (217/324)
28. Denmark (228/324)
29. Spain (237/324)
30. Cyprus (240/324)

31. Germany (258/324)
32. Montenegro (263/324)
33. Sweden (270/324)
34. Serbia (275/324)
35. Australia (280/324)
36. Switzerland (286/324)
37. Czech Republic (288/324)
38. Malta (291/324)

39. Georgia (301/324)
40. Greece (303/324)
41. Slovenia (307/324)
42. Ireland (312/324)

anonymous asked:

HiHi! same anon who asked you about Yakkai hehe (how did you know my true intentions? jk!) Just to cut you some slack I did try googling it myself before asking again but all I got were results for knb character songs(?) and a bollywood film(???) Frankly, I really do want to know because I've heard the term used in passing. Particularly from reports about the 2nd live Kobe leg. I heard about people doing it in KoiAqua?? To the point where someone got strangled in the Korean LV?? Is it that bad??

Hey there! Not gonna lie, I’m still lowkey pouting in the corner because you did that, but I’m glad to see that you’re genuinely curious. Thanks for trying your best! (☞ >ω・)☞

I have no idea what schools are teaching y’all these days, but research doesn’t mean typing a single word into Google! Also, if you’re gonna look up a Japanese term, you’re not gonna get the right results if you type the word in English without any additional parameters. Here are three methods you should try using when Googling a Japanese term you don’t know:

1. Write it in Japanese, i.e. “やっかい”. The first Google result is in Japanese, but let’s assume that we’re not so good at reading Japanese (since if we were, we’d probably be able to figure out the meaning of “yakkai” pretty quickly), and skip over this one. The second result gives you a Wiktionary link, which is in English and perfect for our purposes. It defines the word 厄介 (yakkai) as “troublesome” or a “burden”. This is literally what “yakkai” means, but for the purposes of idol fan culture, we’ll be adding a bit more meaning to this.

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Malfoy was a kid, socialized since birth by death eater parents, and grew up as his parents expected of him. Snape was not. He chose to be a wizard nazi.

You’re right - Snape was not socialized by a Death Eater family because, wait, he wasn’t socialized by anyone. He grew up alone, and he was probably beaten and resented and belittled on a daily basis, so, sure - that’s the ideal background for a good choice of who you want to be later in life. Abuse and neglect - the bedrock of free will, as I always say. And, yeah - I was talking more generally about the family, not Draco, because, like, you never see that kind of vitriol and righteous rage against Malfoy senior either, or Melania-like Narcissa, but it’s funny who we consider kids and who we want to be accountable at all times, right? Because sure, you could say Malfoy was just a kid, but didn’t Harry make precisely the same speech about Dumbledore? How Dumbledore had fallen in love with Grindelwald and gone along with his ideas to take over the world while Harry, Ron and Hermione, who were the exact same age, were off sleeping rough and fighting the literal Antichrist or something? And did you side with Hermione there? Did, like, anybody? Or even, you know, just a kid - every single week I see something about the Marauders, and how Snape was the creepiest creep to ever creep, because apparently we can forgive Draco ‘Best Hairstyle of the Year’ Malfoy for literally joining a death squad when he was fifteen and keeping his classmates in a cell so they could be killed by Voldemort and whatever else, but God forbid we had some compassion for 1970s!Snape, who’d grown up without any of Draco’s advantages - no chiseled profile, no money, no family name, no parents who gave a damn about him, no friends at all.

So, you know - I’m not defending Snape, exactly. If you follow my blog, you know I’m very clear on who Snape was, and there’s definitely no excuse for him terrifying his students and hating the hell out of Harry and refusing to even try and become a different person. He was a broken man, and his brand of broken made him a pretty awful person. But still - you can’t seriously deny that we are much less willing to criticize and hate villains when they’re good-looking and, if at all possible, members of the aristocracy. I’ve never heard a word against Loki, for instance, who single-handedly tried to destroy our planet twice and caused thousands of victims - I’m guessing the fact Tom Hiddleston is playing him counts for something? Same thing goes for Auror Graves, one of the most unsettling and disturbing characters in children movies ever, now the happy star of raunchy fanart with the (underage) kid he abused - because Colin Farrell, of course. And let’s not forget ‘He of the Tragic Past’ Erik Lehnsherr - I’m following several Cherik blogs myself and I’d probably give up a kidney for Michael Fassbender, so I don’t exactly have the moral ground here, but, again, I see more drooling than rational assessments where young!Magneto is concerned. And perhaps the funniest thing about all this is that it’s actually a theme in the Harry Potter books - that in The Chamber of Secrets, Snape is deliberately pitted against Lockhart so readers will take Lockhart’s side, mainly because, my God, look at him! - and then at the end the message is, Ha! Guess what! The ugly, oily teacher nobody can stand was actually innocent, and the Brad Pitt lookalike was ready to kill and maim three students just to get out on top.

So, yes - in the end, that’s what bugs me the most when I see this endless run of posts complaining about Snape - not only that he’s the only one they ever complain about, the only person held accountable in any way, but that so many people have apparently learned nothing from those books. The fact Harry named his son after both Snape and Dumbledore, two people who are deeply Problematic, was significant and moving and so, so beautiful. And instead of wondering what that means, and try to unpack that message, many are simply happy to bash Snape 24/7 (but not Dumbledore, never Dumbledore, despite the fact what Dumbledore did was, in a way, much worse than anything Snape could ever have done) and even complain JK Rowling disregarded Harry’s abuse at his hands or some shit. Like, uh?

And also: yes, Draco was a kid. He was also surrounded, day in and day out, by people and books he could have listened to - stuff that could have changed his mind, made him doubt his appalling beliefs (like, I don’t see much compassion on tumblr for teenagers who make memes for the alt right and hate on BLM and take part in KKK demonstrations, but maybe I don’t follow the right blogs?). He was scared and alone later in the books, sure, but he also preferred the option of killing another student rather than seeking asylum with Dumbledore. And also: he stood there and did nothing when people (a former teacher among them) were being tortured and killed in his family house; he barely reacted when Harry and the others were imprisoned in his dungeon and five minutes away from a messy death; he fought in the final battle - for the wrong bloody side. He snuck into the castle with the deliberate intent of killing Harry, and to the end, he never admitted he’d been wrong in any way, remember? After that Room of Requirement scene, he simply slumped against a wall, exhausted and unarmed and probably in shock, never offering a word of apology to anyone. So, whatever. Yes, he was a kid. He was also in a position to reconsider his life’s choices, much more so than Snape, who was also a kid when his destiny locked him in - and, unlike Draco, Snape was a dirty, badly dressed, unwanted working class kid and he grew up to be an unpleasant, angry, ugly adult and that’s why - despite his tragic past and the doomed love story thing and his wit and sarcasm and the fact he could actually fly - nobody gives a damn about him: because everybody is accountable, but some people are more accountable than others.

Opinion piece: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

I was so excited to see that the Costco near where I live was selling this playscript. I turned it over in my hands and felt a wave of nostalgia from the fancy script the title was written in. A hundred little visions danced around in my memory- scenes from the Harry Potter movies, lines from the books and the moments my imagination had embellished on, added something to and flown away with while viewing or reading the series. 

I do not often read play scripts. Shakespeare was a struggle for me in school, because I thrive on hearing the characters thoughts while I read. I like hearing every little step they make, every detail described to the point where the book becomes a movie in my head. My love for the Harry Potter series led to an impulsive buy. 

Looking around Tumblr, I expected to find far more praise of this work than criticism- yet I found almost universal criticism, even among those who enjoyed some of the new characters (in particular, Albus and Scorpius). 

Now I realize that this book is very different from the original “canon” series, in that our beloved trio is all grown up. Let me address this now: Hermione and Ginny have kept the same personalities, for the most part. Ron seems almost like an exaggeration of his childhood goofiness, but in a lighthearted way that makes him out to be a good dad and loving husband.

”Harry is out of character.”/”Harry would never be so harsh on his kids.”

Harry is struggling- as my fiance so kindly pointed out (without very much knowledge of the series, but a keen memory for the movies I’ve forced him to watch), “Hasn’t Harry always had his dark moments?” Wasn’t he often struggling to say the “right” versus the “wrong” things to his loved ones, especially in the fifth novel when he was struggling with a lot of dark thoughts about himself? Throughout the novels, did he not face adversity sometimes with a wit that bordered on sassiness, get into a few big fights with his best friends and regard himself with a measure of self-loathing and despair? Harry has been through a lot of complex childhood trauma- despite having a loving group of friends around him, in The Cursed Child he is trying his best to be something he never had a model for- a good parent. In my perspective he is doing an amazing job, despite every terrible ordeal he has gone through. Sometimes despite being a better person from what you’ve endured, there are still triggers and scars that remind you of where you’ve been. Harry is trying to process who he has been as “The Boy Who Lived” while so many, regrettably, died. He is confused and angry and complex. I have seen good parents lash out when they are bated or berated by their children. Kids can be cruel, parents can react harshly, and it is hard to get to the underlying problem from what your child is saying sometimes. We are messy and emotional as parents. His lashing out at his son is so expected and human to me, so in his character when not considering him as the ultimate angel and hero, not black and white, but as grey as Dumbledore turned out to be by the end of the series. 

(As an afterthought: please consider that in a play, there is usually more exaggeration and drama, in order to drive ideas home. The harsh exchange between father and son serves to magnify their differences and similarities.)

“Albus shouldn’t have been in Slytherin”

In the moment where young Albus is sorted into Slytherin, we see the sorting hat get confused. It sat upon his father’s head years ago and quipped “Very difficult…”, then explained how Harry could fit into any of the houses based on personality attributes. Slytherin was one house considered, but it was considered and not chosen because Harry was resolved toward Gryfindor. 

His son Albus shows no such enthusiasm towards Gryfindor (and in fact, Albus is detached from anything relating too closely to his famous father), but his unexpected sorting does serve two important points- to humanize the modern Slytherin (no longer the children of dark wizards and witches) and to give Scorpius a buddy, so that he would not feel so alone. When Albus chose to sit with the outcast Malfoy child, he chose to carry the yolk of a Slytherin, And perhaps it was his birthright, given a middle name like Severus. Severus, who was not a bad man by any means but who was an outcast and a Slytherin in his childhood. 

“Scorpius and Albus were meant to be closer than friends”

Then I see people describe “I couldn’t have done it without you” moments between the two. Two outcasts who are comfortable around one another to show appreciation, care and even love- as friends. It is in no way wrong or unnatural for two heterosexual young kids, later young teens, who are close as family. To assume that any close friendship must be a premise of more shows a lot about what we believe friendship should be, especially between boys- more guarded, detached. Less emotional, no hugging, no physical affection whatsoever. Physical affection between older children as always a sign of romantic interest, not a sign of two kindred souls. A cultural consideration to this- in Western culture, men are seen as less emotional, less expressive, less physically affectionate. What a better world it would be if every ounce of affection was celebrated but non-assuming, until such individuals actually called themselves otherwise! 

It is not as if a strong friendship has never been a theme in the Harry Potter books. This seemed a struggle for even JK Rowling herself, who wanted to pair off Harry and Hermione, rather than exploring their friendship as deep and pure. I must confess, as a teenager, watching the fourth movie, I was not able to discount romantic tension between Harry and Hermione. When the famed “tent” scene happened in the The Deathly Hallows movie, my mind wandered to questions of compatibility. Rowling voices concern about Hermione and Ron being a realistic relationship that would survive the test of time, and I agree that their love was more passionate than realistic. In much the same way that Rose and Scorpius probably would not be realistic. But ah, life does not always follow our expectations. I find also from personal experience, as JK does, that sometimes the more serious, intellectual women “like their men funny”. And you know what? There comes a point in a lot of relationships where you have your differences, but your passion and respect for one another outweighs conflicting personality traits. 

“Albus is too moody. Why is Albus so hostile, what does he have to worry about?”

My final point, if I have worded this correctly, pertains to the notion that Albus shouldn’t be so glum, has no reason to be moody and is a strange contrast to what one assumes he should be. Albus lives in the looming shadow of his father, who he is learning is imperfect and human. Albus cannot seem to live with the notion that his father is not the hero everyone makes him out to be, and he gets angry. Most children view their parents as all-powerful and all-knowing up until a certain age, and disillusionment can be devastating. In this case, Albus also bears the weight of being a “Potter” and is expected to be just like the rest of the Potters in his awesomeness. As these expectations are not met, others tease him. He gets angry at himself for being the black sheep, and not living up to the expectations of others. All in all, he seems to crave a bit of normalcy not allowed of a Potter child. 

So maybe my delight in this playscript rode on the coattails of its predecessors, and maybe people have every right to be angry at the differences between what they consider canon and what they never wanted to be canon. Life doesn’t always turn out the way we expect it to, nor do people, or even ourselves. We have our own expectations and when they are unmet, we are unsettled and not so much entertained. Though I do not agree with many of the points brought up surrounding this playscript, I understand why people feel the way they feel about it, in part because the tale was so non-fantastical in its characterization, so shockingly human to an almost unsettling point. And that is why I love and appreciate it, when all is said and done. 

anonymous asked:

fic request or small drabble. Whatever you feel like Reader has been dressing like a man to get into a crew of a ship. Edward slowly starts to develop an attraction (because he's definately 100% straight, lmao jk). Reader feels like they need to clear stuff up before things become heated and awkwardness ensues


WARNINGS: Swearing


A/N: I’m so sorry about the delay! All of that travelling has really exhausted me. I hope that this is okay regardless, Anon. 

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Is this Happening? Chapter 3

Is this Happening?

A Harry Styles Imagine Series


Chapter 3: Table for two, please.

Your POV

Harry held my hand and guided me towards a black SUV, and opened the door for me.

“Don’t worry, this is my car. My manager insisted I was escorted.”

I slid in and he followed.

“Hey Sean, could you take us to Amsterdam and 80th? Please and thank you.” He said to his driver as he patted him on the shoulder.

“Sure thing Harry.” He nodded, “Good evening miss,” he greeted me then proceeded to drive.

After a few minutes, I couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“Okay seriously, how have you not been seen yet? That’s so crazy, this is New York! Aren’t you suppose to be in Europe?” I blurted. 

Oh god, word vomit.

Harry bursted out laughing, “So I see you’re a fan. And yes, I was there a couple days ago, but we were invited to be on David Letterman tomorrow, it was sort of last minute, so we weren’t going to publicize it until tomorrow.”

I blushed, “yet I’m shocked that no one in the entire New York City has recognized or seen any of you, especially at the airport.” 

“You’re going to jinx us.” He winked at me, “and well we tried to keep it as quiet as possible about coming to New York early cause we all wanted some down time, which I guess, rarely happens.”

I didn’t know what to say back, I obviously had no idea what he or the other guys encounter on a daily basis but I’m sure it could get stressful.

About half way to the restaurant, both of our phones were going off like crazy. Harry looked down at his phone then back up at me and smirked.

“Wow Y/N, someone just saw Zayn and Perrie at a restaurant. Zayn just texted me saying that they were bombarded with pap and fans .”

“Oh god, I’m sorry!” I covered my face, I felt so bad.

“I’m only joking, it’s not your fault. We can’t really hide. It was actually a miracle that no one knew we were here until now.” He sighed as he looked out the window.

“So do you think anyone will recognize you tonight? We don’t have to go to dinner if you aren’t up to dealing with the paparazzi…”

Harry turned back towards me immediately, “No. Y/N, I definitely want to go to dinner with you, it’s up to you. I don’t want YOU to be uncomfortable, if we’re discovered it’s going to be crazy.” He said as he took my hand in his.

I hesitated and looked down, I wasn’t sure if I wanted my picture taken and seen all across the internet, what would my parents think? My professors? The scholarship board? My head was saying one thing, but instead I looked back up at him and said, “I want to go. I’ll be okay.”

“Great!” Harry squeezed my hand, before he let go to text back Zayn and the other guys.

My phone went off again, so I took it out of my pocket. There were twitter notifications from Liam and Niall about being in New York, likes on instagram, Facebook notifications, and a text from Madeline.

Madeline: Did you decide to go see Harry? Niall just tweeted he’s in NYC!

Me: Yeah, he’s taking me to dinner… >.<
Madeline: WHAT?! NOW? WHERE?

Me: I don’t know, I just know it’s off Amsterdam and W 80th.
Madeline: SHUT UP. I can’t believe I’m stuck at my internship or else I would totally stalk you both ;P

Me: Don’t be creepy. EW. JK! :D 
Madeline: Okay have fun! See you at home tonight… or NOT ;D

I blushed then locked my phone and switched it to vibrate. I looked out the window and noticed that we were parking. 

Harry turned to me and asked, “Have you ever been to Oaxaca Taqueria?”

I shook my head, “I’ve heard of it, never been.”

“Great! I love tacos and I heard good reviews, never been either so I’m excited. Suppose to be like gourmet tacos!” Harry said as he switched beanies. I gave him a confused look and was about to ask until Sean opened the door for us and Harry climbed out. Harry walked around the other side of the car, opened my door and held his hand out for me, “Ready?”

Butterflies were definitely fluttering in my stomach right now, I was actually going to dinner with one of the most beloved guys in the world, whom I’ve had a crush on for years.

I took his hand and stepped out. 

I hope I don’t embarrass myself tonight.

“It’s just up there,” he pointed as we started walking.

Within a couple minutes, we both heard a girl scream, “Oh my god! Harry Styles!”

We both looked at each other with wide eyes, trying not to laugh and picked up our pace. Sean and another guy were following close behind us, making sure Harry was protected.

As we finally got into the restaurant, tons of girls were crowding outside taking pictures of Harry and I together, screaming and crying.

“Table for two, please.” Harry smiled at the hostess and she nearly fainted, she couldn’t even speak. I definitely knew how she felt. The manager came up from behind her and showed us to our table.

“Sorry about that,” He apologized.

“No worries!” Harry and I said at the same time. He looked at me and smiled.

Damn those green eyes made me feel things I have never felt before.

After we ordered our drinks and a few different tacos, Harry started the conversation, “I’m really sorry about all of this Y/N. I just really wanted to get to know you, and I know all of this is really crazy…so if you don’t want to see me after tonight, I completely understand.”

“What? No the pap and the fans aren’t what’s bothering me, I mean I’m definitely not use to it, and probably never will be, and it’s definitely not that I don’t want to see you again because I do…”

More word vomit, I had no idea where I was going.

“What’s on your mind?” He leaned in a bit.

“Why me? I mean there are literally hundreds of girls outside, and millions that would probably kill to be right here in my place.” I questioned.

“Because you’re different. I can’t exactly explain it and I’m not trying to sound cliche, but there’s something about you. I got this feeling inside when I saw you yesterday, so I just took a chance. Call me crazy.”

“You’re crazy,” I giggled, “but to be honest, I’m also a ‘Directioner.’” I admitted, “I may not be a super fan, but I am one.”

I covered half of my face, “I can’t believe I’m telling you this… but I follow you and the others on twitter, Instagram, facebook and been to a few concerts, own all four albums… I just feel like I should be honest.”

Harry raised his eyebrow, “Yet you couldn’t even recognize me when I sat right next to you,” He teased.

“Hey! In my defense I was really focused until I felt you staring!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean too, you’re just really beautiful and if you don’t mind me saying this, Y/N, your eyes are really gorgeous.” He stammered.

Was THE Harry Styles nervous? Because of me? I melted, right there in front of him. I looked down and turned bright red. “Thank you…”

“No, thank you for best honest with me. I appreciate it. Sometimes we can’t tell if people actual like us because we are One Direction or because they genuinely like us.”

Dinner was then brought out and we both ate, talked and laughed. Harry was just like he was at concerts and interviews: charming, kind and really funny. He loved to joke around, which I did too and he actually made me laugh… a lot. We both got to know each other throughout dinner and there was never a quiet moment, it was surreal. I felt like we were the only two people in the restaurant after our conversation picked up.

He also told me about his life before One Direction and his life now. We shared our likes, dislikes, hobbies, favorite things, etc. We talked about our families, I told him about school, and my job tutoring kids. Surprisingly, we had a lot of things in common but also interests that were complete opposites of each other.

Two hours passed, the crowd outside was still there, so we had to leave through the back. Harry offered to take me home and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

We pulled up to my building and waited to see if anyone followed, luckily no one did. He wanted to walk me up, not caring if he was going to be recognized.

“Well this is a really nice condo building.” He said as we walked through the lobby.

“Did you think I was some bum? I’m kidding! My parents and my best friend’s parents told us they would take care of us. They told us to find a place we will love for the next few years.” I explained to him.

We went into the elevator and I hit the 6th floor. I was so nervous, and I was sweating in places that wasn’t normal and butterflies were still flying in my stomach.

As we approached the 6th floor, he asked if I enjoyed the food.

“Of course it was delicious.” I smiled, the elevators door opened and I led the way, “Here I am, 602.” I took out my keys and inserted it into the lock. I didn’t know what else to say, I haven’t been on a date in ages.

Harry lightly tugged on my arm, “Wait. Y/N, before you go in, could I… have your number?” He blushed as he held out his phone.

Why is Harry Styles blushing? Am I making him blush?

I nodded my head and took his phone and saved my number. As I handed back his iPhone, in a swift move, he used one hand to take the phone and with his other, Harry pulled me in by my waist and chastely kissed me.

I closed my eyes and kissed him back. His lips were soft and I felt like chills going down my spine. The kiss was gentle and sweet, and ended way too soon. He pulled back and smiled.

“I hope you’ll let me see you again,” He kissed my forehead before he let me go. I couldn’t speak, I was still processing the kiss, so I nodded and opened my door.

“Goodnight Harry,” I managed to say.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He beamed and left.

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Thanks so much for reading everyone, it means the world to me!

Can I get more feedback about this imagine series? Would very much appreciate it!

<3 M

❝ I was thinking about what a lovely thing language is. We’re all writing using the same limited pool of letters and words, even, but no two people string them together in the same way. I often find myself reading a passage and thinking, dang, that’s beautiful or wow, how did they even think of that?! Foreignness will always carry with it a sense of wonder, I guess, but even so, that’s how I feel when I read all your words and stories, and take in a little piece of what you’ve crafted: amazed and inspired. A story can stand alone, but there’s also something intricately unique that emerges where they intersect. So without further ado, I have some thanking to do for those intersections:

I don’t know what this is exactly, I guess it’s a follow forever? My first one (and probably only) in my two to three years on-and-off with Sunmi (and who knows how many years since the beginning). It’s been three or so months since I changed Sunmi to Mi and went AU, and while I was wary at first, I’ve been so so incredibly happy writing and creating here. And that’s not an advertisement for everyone to go AU or whatnot! It’s just that, I know it’s only thanks to all you wonderful muns and your awesome muses, whether new or old, past, or elsewhere. So thank you, for your brilliant ideas and creative minds, for each of your ways with words, for teaching me a little something—no matter what it is, for friendships, for wanting to write with me and allowing your own muses’ stories to intersect with Mi’s. Before I ramble more, I’ll get to the specific thank you’s to those who have impacted me, but thank you all! Stay warm and healthy, I hope the new year ushers in new inspirations and stories for all of you in whatever shape or form—and new hopes; it’s what keeps us all going. (P.S. Don’t worry, I will not follow you to the toilet.)

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It Doesn't Matter What Others Tell You, It's What You Believe That Counts

I can’t begin to tell you how much I love my dash on Tumblr. Every morning, before I start my day, I take a peek to see what everyone in this phenomenal fandom has been up to while I was sleeping and I can’t help but smile. The fanart is jaw-dropping, the fanvids are heart-wrenching, and now that I’ve started reading fanfic, I’m finding so many that are addictive. What I particularly enjoy is the down-to-earth responses and metas written by the bloggers I follow. They answer with such raw honesty that I fall in love with them every morning, all over again.

I’m not a fan of the blogger who tells you what you want to hear. I do not mean that to be offensive to those bloggers or disrespectful in anyway; it’s merely my personal preference. I like to keep it real (except when reading fanfiction, or writing my wishlist for Olicity, or imagining what Oliver and Felicity are really saying when they engage in eye frakking…huh, maybe I don’t like to keep it real……JK). I’m also not that blogger who is going to tell you what you want to hear. I’m going to tell you what I believe and how you take it, whether you believe with me or choose not to, is entirely up to you. And you will never hear me say that anyone who believes differently is wrong. Who are we to say that the belief or opinion of someone else is wrong? We may disagree, but that’s okay and no one should be belittled for having a different viewpoint. Our viewpoints are what make this fandom so rich in ideas and theories of where the show is going. So, no, I will never say someone else’s opinion is just wrong. Of course, that philosophy does not apply to Lauriver fans. They are just wrong. I kid. Sort of.

When it comes to the issue of whether Olicity is endgame, it is my opinion that it is an entirely subjective issue. We cannot know what is in the minds of the EPs or what their long-term plan is for these two beloved characters. Marc Guggenheim said that they always have a plan in place but that they need to leave room to deviate from the plan. I think that is the case with Olicity. Do I believe Olicity is endgame? With all my heart. Can I guarantee you that Olicity is endgame? Nope. But I can tell you why I believe they are endgame and you can either believe with me or look for someone to make you a guarantee.

Those of you who have followed me for some time know that I did not ship Olicity until this scene played out:

And it wasn’t until Episode 1 of Season 2 that Olicity started vying for OTP status against Mulder and Scully. In fact, I was quite torn. Can you have more than one OTP? I decided I could, especially since one show is no longer on the air (dear God, if they do another movie I will be certifiable.). Especially after this scene (sorry, not the one of him rescuing her. This said so much more to me!)

Season 1 established Original Team Arrow and a deep, friendship between Oliver and Felicity. Yes, it was filled with sexual innuendos, Felicity staring at Oliver as he worked out, and an electric charge that just hummed in every scene they had together but most of that was on Felicity’s side. Oliver was still too focused on the notebook and (leans over desk to gag into trash can) Laurel. As one reviewer said about her, Felicity was us; she epitomized the fan reaction to Oliver’s utter hotness and sex appeal. But in Season 2, that awareness started to shift. For me, I saw bits of it in episode one. Especially when Felicity shows him the improvements she made to The Foundry. The look on his face when he saw the improvements and then the bow:

And I will forever believe, regardless of what anyone else says, that the one cup of coffee scene was when Oliver began to (pardon the pun) smell the coffee, not enough to for that “light bulb” moment, but enough to stare at her longer than usual.  And it wouldn’t be the last time Oliver would look at Felicity in that way or that Felicity would offer comfort in a way only Oliver would accept.


As the season progressed, my belief and faith that Oliver and Felicity were endgame continued to take root. It solidified into something more concrete, especially with scenes like this:

But this:

The epic rage on Oliver’s face as he kills the man who threatened Felicity’s life, my God, I actually flinched (and still do) when I saw this and thought to myself that this is a man too stupid to realize he is in love. And then the crafty director captured this:

Make some room Mulder and Scully, Olicity are taking up residence.

The incredible, and undeniable, chemistry between the actors translates into their characters almost magically. Yes, we talk about chemistry all the freakin’ time when it comes to these two, but really what other word captures how much their scenes absolutely freakin’ sizzle regardless of what they are discussing? Their combined charisma and the intensity they lend their scenes together is what gives an added dimension to Arrow. It is what gives it more depth beyond a crime-fighting superhero show. It’s the very heart and soul of the show (this in no way detracts from Diggle’s importance. That is a post outside of Olicity because Diggle is more to me than someone who ships Olicity).

So I believed.  And every week the writers and producers gifted me with more reasons to believe. I will never forget the scene where Oliver apologizes to Felicity for being an asshat to her in 2.10. To comfort her about Barry, Oliver muses that perhaps Barry is dreaming of her. When Felicity starts to use logic and medical studies, Oliver gently stops her and this:

But I think we can all agree that this moment in the mansion, was never truer than it was at that moment.

Every plan must have room for deviation and I think it is quite clear that the producers are deviating from their original love interest plan. Will that deviation continue? I really don’t know. Only Marc and company can tell us that. But with moments like this between Oliver and Felicity:

 And this:

 And then this:

And finally:

I believe, with all my soul, that when all is said and done, it will be Oliver and Felicity. There is no other choice to make. Sinceriously.