just give her all the awards


#if you think that I will ever stop crying and marveling over this brilliant masterpiece of a scene #you’re wrong#the breathing in #the struggle on shaw’s face as she tries #TO EXPLAIN #to just let the words out#the almost-there smile that almost makes it to her face#multiple times #as she tries to convey the depth of her feelings##FOR ROOT#FOR HER SAFE PLACE#thAT LITTLE EXHALE IN THE LAST GIF #IM NOT fINE

lips of an angel

dedicated to the beauties of thehsquad  ❤: @harry-writings @hes-writings94 @lovingstyles87 @ever-since-kiwi @mizpahes @hes-a-rainbow @hcrrystvles @the2k17harry @gemmadorrego @harryxmac @druggedaiquiri @ihateharrystyles @harryslittlekiwis @hardliquorhaz @legandaryharry @17-blackaf @harryplease @hs-1dfan  @namelesspops @harrywavycurly @pvnkharrie @hotmessharry @roseonhissleeve

hope you all enjoy, all the love xx.

“Harry!” She screamed, racing down the stairs trying to create distance between her and the curly headed dork that was hot on her heels. Allowing Harry to raid her lipstick collection was a bad idea, now here she was paying the price for it.

 "Y/N stop! I just wanna give you a kiss!“ He smirked with an evil laugh while she took refuge behind the couch, keeping away from his tinted lips. “This is payback for all the lipstick stains you’ve given me.“ 

 Y/N backed up and, before she knew it, her back collided with the wall as she was trapped in the corner. Harry’s face held a shit eating grin as he approached her slowly. "Every award show.”


 "Every interview." 

 "This is your shirt-" 

 "Every performance." 

 "Harry it’s fucking Gucci!-” She was cut off by his lips attacking hers, moving down to pepper sloppy kisses down her neck. He continued as she squealed, her hands pinned above her head while he worked his way towards the exposed skin of her chest uncovered by the v-neck. Harry managed to get the pink gloss on the white fabric but he couldn’t care less, her child-like giggles were music to his ears. She was so angelic. 

 "Say mercy.“ He commanded, continuing to tickle her with his soft lips. She remained stubborn, thrashing as she tried to loosen herself from his hold but to no avail. Between her giggles she cried out for mercy, panting heavy as he halted his actions and looked up at her with a smile. 

 "You look like a masterpiece baby.” He spoke, turning her around and pulling the t-shirt down her arm to expose her shoulder. There he planted a warm kiss, causing her body to erupt in goosebumps and a shiver to wave down her spine. That was a weak spot on her body that always reacted to his touch. The feeling of his soft lips against the smooth skin of her shoulder blade was inevitably one of her favorite places his lips have met. 

 She never wanted the mark of his lips to disappear from her skin. She’s always wanted an addition, something to that meant something, something that made her feel something. She thinks of it every night before her eyes shut and mind falls into its dark state. She wanted something permanent, something of him she could forever have on her body, specifically in that area. And now was the perfect opportunity to get a start on that. 

 She turned to face him, stroking his lightly stubbled jaw while holding his soft stare that held all the love and reassurance she needed. “C'mon babe, let’s get this lipstick off.” He nodded and took her hand, leading them up to their shared bedroom. Harry sat on the bed while Y/N grabbed a roll of napkins, taking a sheet before slapping it on his lips causing him to groan.

 "For fucks sake Y/N, aren’t you suppose to rub it off?“ He pouted, watching the smirk on her face grow while she folded the paper and slyly put it in her back pocket. 

 "Just wanted to see your lip mark,” She shrugged away her lie, grabbing another sheet and removing the pigment from his mouth. 

 "Baby, if you really want to see my marks, look in the mirror.“ He gripped her hipbone before standing and walking them both to the full length mirror. Before her was her painted reflection, his lip stains all over her neck and chest. He smirked as he watched her in the mirror, smiling at what he’s done to her body.

 He took his thumb and smoothed over her bottom lip before it dipped down her chin and along her jawline. She closed her eyes at the lustful moment they shared. His large hand traced her neck, his pointer finger and thumb enclosing as it went in between her breasts.

 "God, you’re breathtaking like this baby.” He whispered in her ear, soon placing a small kiss in the spot behind it. She moaned softly as she threw her head back against his shoulder. He shook his head in disapproval. “No pet, I want you to look at yourself.” She whined but obeyed, looking back at the their reflection.

 Harry continued to explore- no- retrace the skin that no one but him was familiar with. Eventually he made his way to scrape over her hipbone, and dip down into her shorts. He gripped her core which was covered by red lace panties that were already soaked. Her breath only increased watching his intense gaze while his fingers haunted over the place she wanted him. 

 "Daddy- please.“ She panted, not wanting to be teased any longer. 

 "Hmm, please what baby girl?” He hummed, wanting to hear how much his girl wanted him. How bad she ached for him. 

 "Touch me, please- fuck.“ She gasped as he applied pressure to her covered clit. He rubbed her through the cloth and watched her expression. Mouth slightly agape while a soft ‘yes’ slipped past, her eyes fluttered at the sensation. His lips attacked her neck, his tongue lapped over a spot sure to leave a trademark. Not to show that she was his property, he never had that mindset. But to show that she has someone who loves and appreciates her, and there was no room for anyone else. 

 He slipped his fingers into her panties and rubbed her hard. She felt hot as his fingers then moved inside her folds. Her walls clenched around his long digits and the sound of her wetness echoed throughout the room. He pumped in and out of her pussy, fingering her hard trying to find her g-spot. When he heard her cry out, he knew he’d found it. 

 "P-please darling, I can’t take it anymore.” She begged, moans escaping the plump lips he was dying to devour. “I need your cock in me, now. I need it hard.”

 That flipped a switch in him. He turned her over and smashed their lips together. His hands fiddled with the v-neck of the t-shirt she was wearing, gripping both sides before splitting the shirt in half, ripping it off her body. She gasped, her eyes widened at his eagerness. He was so fucking sexy and she couldn’t get enough. His eyes trailed down her chest that was covered in a red lace bralette, tits sticking out as an invitation for his palms.

 Her lips attached themselves to his swallow tattoos, tongue outlining the ink. His head tilted up towards the ceiling as he continued to let her work her magic. She continued to trail her tongue down south, her nose pressed against his hard stomach. Her hands fumbled with his zipper, pulling it down and popping the button of his pants open. He helped her pull them down and off his legs then threw his black tee off and into the corner. She wanted so desperately to tease him like he had her, but she couldn’t help it. Not taking him in her mouth now was like finally receiving the candy you’ve been craving for, but not taking a bite.

 Her hands pull the elastic of his boxers down, allowing his thick member to spring out and against his stomach. She moaned at the sight, taking it within her hand and giving it a few pumps before enclosing her mouth around the tip. Harry’s hand held the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as she moved further up his cock. He twitched in her mouth, lips forming an ‘O’ shape as Y/N worked him in her mouth. He hit the back of her throat and she gagged, but continued to work him through until he orgasmed. 

 "Fuck, that’s it baby. Y/N- oh God, I’m coming.“ He moaned loudly, fucking her mouth until he came. His cock pulled out of her mouth as she released it with a ‘pop’ sound from her lips. She swallowed what he released in her mouth, a bit trickling down her chin. Harry brought his thumb, wiping it up and to her lips where she licked the last drop. He smirked down at her before she stood up. 

 He gripped her ass tightly, attacking her lips not bothered in the least that she had just gave him head. His hands slide down until they were on her upper thighs. "Jump,” he commanded and she did so, her wet core pressed up against his navel. Harry walked over to the bed, placing her onto it and placing himself in between her legs. 

 He looked down at the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, and that sexy smile on her face encouraged him to pound into her, not wasting a second. Her back arched and a loud moan left her lips. She was so wet around him that he was already hard again. 

 "Fuck princess, I forget how tight you are,“ he groans, rocking their hips together. She wraps her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his back to encourage him.

 "Harder, fuck me harder. I want you to ruin me daddy.” She cooed, gripping his hair tightly while he growled at her, she truly was his vixen. 

 He pulled out of her, and as she was about to whine at the loss of contact, there he was again; slamming into her harder and his pace increasing. She threw her head back, his lips nipping her skin while he continued to fuck her the way she wanted. 

 "You want it harder baby? You want me to tear this pussy up?“ His voice was so seductive and movements so euphoric she couldn’t piece together a coherent sentence. All she could do was let out a long moan, focusing on her clenching walls and his thick, long cock that was fucking her senseless.

 He slapped her ass harshly, needing to hear her speak. "Answer daddy, princess. Do you want me to stop?” He proved his point by slowing down, watching her face skew up and a frown form on her lips. “Or, would you rather me not allow you to come? Huh princess?” She cried, gripping onto his biceps tightly and shaking her head. 

 "No please- daddy I need you so bad. Let me come around you, I want you to feel me come around your cock.“ Satisfied with her response, Harry held her down tightly and fucked her hard until she came undone, releasing around him as he followed suit.

 They both took a moment to relax, allowing them to catch their breaths and for their pulses to return to a normal pace. With a lazy grin on his face, Harry pulled Y/N to his chest, kissing her shoulder blade tenderly and spooning her in his arms. She sighed contently at the soft gesture, closing her eyes in need of a good nights rest after such steamy sex. 

 "I wish I could just stay home with you all day tomorrow.” He pouted, hating the fact that he couldn’t stay home to take care of his girl who probably wouldn’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.

 "You’re going to the studio to meet with Jeff?“ He nodded. She was upset about this, but then realized that it was her opportunity to get what she desperately wanted done. If Harry wasn’t home it would run all the more smoothly.

 "Don’t worry about me baby, I’ll be fine.” Y/N reassured him with a yawn and a subtle smirk on her lips.

 "Bye baby, I’ll see you later on tonight.“ Harry said before kissing her temple and walking out the door. Y/N smiled, quickly grabbing her phone to make a much needed phone call. 

 "Hello… hey Mark! I need you to make me an appointment for 3 o'clock, I wanna get something done… no Harry doesn’t know, it’ll be a surprise… alrighty, see you then!” As the call ended she squealed to herself, not being able to hold back her excitement. She only prayed that Harry would be just as happy about it as she was.    

 "Y/N!“ Mark smiled, taking her into a big hug. Mark was one of Harry’s mates and not to mention one of the only people who Harry ever let put a needle on his skin. If Harry trusted him, she could too. "So what’s the design, got anything in mind or do you want me to pick something?” He joked, getting out the necessary equipment in order to get the job done. 

 She pulled out the napkin from her back pocket, hoping she didn’t look like a fool as she handed it over to Mark. He simply smiled, taking the napkin out of her hand and looking at her with raised eyebrow. “You want every detail to be the exact as the print on this napkin?” He questioned not in a sarcastic way, more of in an questionable manner. 

 "I-I mean, if it’s possible? I really want it to be-“ 

 "I know Y/N, no worries, it’ll be exactly how you want it.” The tatted man walked over to a machine and sat down. He took the napkin and placed it under a glass panel before flicking a light on, then beginning to trace the design. 

 After about 15 minutes, Mark had gotten the design to an identical. Although within the details, Y/N spotted something Mark had added, and it made her love the design even more. He turned off the tracing projector and turned back to the anxious girl. “You ready Y/N?" 

 With a deep breath Y/N nodded, walking over to the chair surrounded by machines and needles. She was nervous, but she had a mild resistance to pain, so she thought it wouldn’t be too bad. 

 Y/N wore an off the shoulder top to make things easier and less awkward for both of their sake. Mark sanitized the area of her shoulder blade before checking the fluids. He stamped the design on the clean area and peeled the paper off, throwing it in the bin. After dipping his needle into the black ink, the fun part began.

 Mark had given her a list of things to do in order to prevent the tat from getting infected. If she had any questions, she quotes directly from Mark, "don’t fucking ask that wanker for tips, he’s careless.” 

 Y/N has had the bandage on for about 4 hours now. She was going to wait for Harry to get home before unfolding. It felt like the best decision of her life, and she was over the moon about finally being able to show the person who inspired it. 

 While Y/N sat on the couch watching reruns of Friends, the front door opened and closed. The familiar sound of Harry effortlessly taking his shoes off echoed throughout the house before he stalked over to the couch and crashed on top of her. She giggled, running her fingers through his hair that rested in her lap.

 "Hello darling,“ she smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. Harry groaned, turning his body and wrapping his arms around her waist while he nuzzled his face into her stomach. 

 "I missed you pet. What’d ya do while I was gone?” He asked cluelessly, wondering how her day went. She tried to hold back her smile but failed, she was a shit liar. 

 "Uhm- just got something done.“ Harry turned his face to look up at her, his eyebrows furrowing as he examined her face. 

 "Did you get like, lip injections or something? I mean if you did that’s cool- but no matter what you’re still beautiful to me and-” She cut him off by putting her hand over his mouth, laughing lightly. 

 "No Harry, bloody hell my lips look the same as always!“ She pointed out his dumb accusation with light humor. He pouted, giving her a confused look. 

 "What do you mean by got something done then, princess?" 

 "Well-” She was cut off her phone that dinged with a notification. Harry reached over on the table to hand it to her but, before he did, his eyes caught a glimpse at the message she received. 

 'Hi Y/N, it should be time to take that bandage off. Make sure you clean it well and apply ointment to the area. Hope you like your new tat x.’

 "New tat?“ Harry choked out before sitting up right, his eyes widening at this message he just read. He looked back at his girlfriend, a shy smile rested on her lips. 

 "I wasn’t lying a few months back when I said I wanted one on my shoulder.” Y/N admitted, looking down at her hands. “But I wanted something that had a piece of you in it. You know my weakness is when you kiss my shoulder, the feeling of your lips on that spot always soothes me.” She turned around, moving her hair to the side, exposing the ink that was wrapped up. 

 His mouth was slightly opened, not believing that the only other ornament to her body was something he inspired. He didn’t know what to say, so he remained silent, taking the bandage off and tracing the design with his eyes.

 "The napkin with your lip mark, I gave that fucking napkin to Mark with no regrets and told him to make it happen. And he did.“ 

 Harry was speechless, it was like what he was hearing wasn’t real. He didn’t think anyone like her was real, she was too precious, too innocent. As he examined that tattoo his eyes caught something he knew wasn’t a simple coincidence. 

 The letter H was carved as a lip line on the bottom lip, not so much that you would catch it with a simple glance but enough that you could tell it was definitely there. 

 "Do you like it Haz?” Y/N finally turned back to look at the love of her life. The most heart warming smile rested on his pink lips and his eyes were glossy with tears. He felt as though his heart may burst from all the love he held for her at that very moment. His lips attacked hers, hands cupping her soft cheeks while tears ran down his own and he smiled into the kiss. 

 He pulled away and looked back at her. The love of his life, his guardian angel, his future wife. “Like it? I fucking love it. And I love you, with all my heart Y/N- fuck I wish I could explain this feeling to you. It compliments you so well, baby.” Harry grinned, the light shining into his eyes brightening them to a pale green shade. They sparkled as he stared back at her. 

 ”You compliment me so well.“ She confessed softly while looking back into the eyes of her world. Now she would forever have a kiss from her guardian angel to accompany the spot where the other angel would rest.


WESTWORLD | 1.09 | Maeve Millay

According to this, you were also experiencing intense grief and suffering. Can you explain those emotions in this context, Maeve?




Honorable mention - Elizabeth Henstridge and Iain De Caestecker

“Before Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. thrust us into the far-out Framework, Elizabeth Henstridge and Iain De Caestecker had us rapt with an all-too-real, six-minute face-off between Simmons and Fitz, where they grappled with the question of which of them was an LMD. With Jemma training a gun on her possibly compromised lover, the pair’s performance was incredible in that no matter the outcome, it would simultaneously be totally logical and completely astonishing. While Henstridge toggled between tears and intensity, De Caestecker crushed us by switching from an anguished Fitz, doubling over as he slashed his wrist, to an ice-cold android, plunging a knife into his accuser. Capping the encounter was a tussle in which Simmons just barely ignored the plaintive cries of her true love’s doppelganger as she stabbed him, again and again, while he adopted the stone-faced stare of heartless LMD. Simply chilling.”

Rihanna is my beauty icon — she’s just so dope. If you look at her, it’s like nothing can break her. I’ll ask her for advice about things and she’ll have the answers for them. She’s the kind of person that you think, Oh, she’s not real, but she’s kind, giving, generous, and so smart, too. And she just got honored for that [Havard Humanitarian] incredible award? She hits all the marks.
—  Bella Hadid talks about receiving advice from Rihanna

I think that a lot of the people who call Snape a hero and a good person must have only watched the movies, or in they read the books it was a long time ago, which is fine. The movies are great by themselves, but they do leave out a lot of detail that shows us who all the characters truly are because there’s so much plot to put in.

But here’s why I think this:

In the movies, a lot of Snape’s bullying is passed over or mentioned very off-handedly. Outside Harry’s first Potions lesson where Snape puts him on the spot (and in the book docks points from him, but not in the movie), a few snide remarks towards the trio (such as in the duelling club when talking about Ron’s wand), Neville mentioning Snape is his worst fear (which is never fully addressed), and the Occlumency lessons, I can’t think of many examples of Snape being a bully, and even these are fairly tame.

But in the book, we see Snape bullying the Gryffindors a lot more. Rowling makes a point of Snape going around during Potions to look at and remark on every student’s potions, often ignoring the Slytherins even when they do poorly, but he stops at Neville’s multiple times, berates him, humiliates him in front of the class, and on at least one occasion, simply Vanishes the potion because it’s so bad there’s no point trying to grade it so Neville gets an immediate 0.

As well, after Neville sees Snape come out of the wardrobe in drag, the story spreads like wildfire and Snape treats Neville even worse than he’s treated him before and Neville (a 13 year-old-kid) becomes nervous wreck.

There’s also the time in (pretty sure the 4th book), where Malfoy calls Hermione a Mudblood again and Harry and Ron try to hit him with a curse and Crabbe and Goyle do the same. One of the curses hit Hermione and causes her teeth to grow at an alarming rate. Hermione, who is already very self-conscious about her buckteeth tries to hide them so no one can see. At this point, Snape comes and sends Malfoy to the hospital wing and Ron angrily shouts “she was hit too!” and forces Hermione to show her teeth to Snape (Harry notes that they’re growing past her chin at this point). Snape looks straight at her and says “I see no difference,” causing Hermione, a 14-year-old girl who’s already self-conscious about her teeth to burst into tears and flee to the Hospital Wing, where she has her teeth permanently altered so they don’t stick out (she says her parents wanted her to use braces but she didn’t want to wait that long).

Another time, after Harry accidentally sees Snape’s worst memory, and Snape is yelling at him to get out of the office, and starts firing curses in Harry’s direction to scare him, since Harry won’t leave (he’s trying to apologize), and Snape explodes all the jars around the door, showering Harry with glass and pickled things. And then, later on, in the Potion’s classes, Harry gives Snape a sample of the Potion to be graded, and Snape just drops it, in front of the entire class. And since Hermione has already Vanished the rest of his potion, he gets an automatic 0.

Finally, the last example I can think of is when the students are brewing a growing potion and Snape realizes Neville mixed up the order of the ingredients, making it go bad. Again he berates him in front of the entire class with some very choice nasty words and claims he’s going to test the potion on Trevor at the end of class - if the potion was done correctly, he’ll be fine but if it was done incorrectly, he’ll die (remember Trevor was Neville’s present for getting into Hogwarts, and represents one of the few times his Gran has expressed that she’s proud of him). So Neville is about to have a complete meltdown but Hermione helps him correct the potion so when Snape gives Trevor a few drops, he just gets very large. And instead of awarding Hermione points for fixing a ruined potion, he takes points from her for interfering where she isn’t wanted.

So yes, I’ll admit Snape was a complex character with an interesting story line. But that’s all he is. He’s not a hero, and I personally think it’s insulting that Harry named his child after him.

Y’all, Lana’s acting during that kiss was phenomenal

At first she’s almost smiling, like she had been waiting for this moment from the second she saw Robin alive again. And then her face falls, and her brow pinches, almost like she’s confused, like she doesn’t understand why it’s not right. And what got me the most was how she pushes into him, like she’s trying to force the kiss to feel right, like if she tries a little harder it will work. And then you can see the moment she stops kissing him back, the moment she gives up and lets him finish kissing her. She just opens her eyes, watches him as he pulls away from her, and her hope sinks away. 

All in the span of 10 seconds. 

Imagine you and Chris answering 73 questions from Vogue.

A/N: Oops, I kind of went a little off the rails with this piece. The word count’s like 2.7K? It’s super fluffy, but it’s also slightly more personalized because I was addressing @alxpxe interracial couple request, as well as @dxbrevgrey’s request. Hope y'all enjoy this! (P.S - Thanks for answering my “where are you from?” question! I really, really appreciate it.)

Chris looked up from his newspaper when he saw you enter the kitchen from the corner of his eye. You were too busy responding to the text from Joe Sabina- Vogue’s 73 Question interviewer- to notice your husband was smiling at you with great adoration. He’d noticed in the past few months that you’d been looking particularly beautiful, like there was a glow about you. He figured he was just being a biased, wide-eyed husband, but he was right- there was something different about you that you were yet to share with him.

“Don’t you look beautiful,” he teased and you turned to him.

“Thank you, baby,” you walked over to peck his cheek and his smile widened as he looped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Joe’s like five minutes away, that’s why I’m all dressed up.” You told him, draping your arm around his neck.

“Nope,” he shook his head and your eyes narrowed in confusion. “You always look beautiful, whether or not you dress up and make up.” He explained and you chuckled, kissing the top of his head. “So today’s the day, huh?” He asked as he released you to return to his eggs.

“Mm hm,” you pulled your arm off him to go make yourself a cup of green tea. “I know I was hesitant to do it at first, but now I’m actually excited. It really is an honor to be a part of the series,” you said and Chris nodded in agreement.

You had been asked a couple week ago to be a part of the prestigious 73 Questions interview; you didn’t really know if it was prestigious, all you knew was that many of those that had been a part of it were either talented friends of yours or people you admired greatly. Joe had called your publicist to set up the interview, and since then you’d emailed with him back and forth to plan the transcript as well as had a two hour lunch to finalize it. It took a while to refine what was going to be asked and answered, but you were finally ready to shoot the episode.

“It is, and I’m glad I managed to convince you to do it. Our fans would’ve killed you if you’d declined,” he joked. “There are a lot of people who want to hear you answer seventy-three personal questions as well as walk through our home.” He said then laughed when you did. “Anyway-” he shoveled the rest of his eggs into his mouth and murmured with it full, “do you want Dodger and I to make ourselves scarce?”

“Definitely not,” you quickly said because you’d something planned for the end of the interview that you needed Chris around for. “I think our fans would kill you if you and Dodger didn’t show face in the interview. You do realize that we have more fans as a couple than as individuals, right?” He laughed at that even though he knew it was true; when you got married, all your fans clumped into one large supportive group. “Joe and I worked you into the transcript anyway, so you’re not going anywhere,” you looped an arm around his neck and mumbled into his hair, “mister.”

“I’m happy to stay,” he tipped his head to kiss your jawline, “missus.” The doorbell rang and you pulled away from Chris as he said, “there’s Joe. And-” Dodger barreled in from the backyard and headed for the front door. “There’s Dodger,” he said and you both laughed. “Wait till I grab him to open the door, I don’t think we need another head to the nuts incident.”

“No we don’t,” you chuckled and started towards the front door with Chris following behind you. “They’ve already started filming, by the way. So as soon as we open the door, the interview’s in movement. You ready?” You asked, glancing over your shoulder at Chris; he nodded and grabbed Dodger’s collar while you opened the door for Joe.

“Good morning, guys.” Joe smiled behind his handheld camera.

“Hey Joe,” you and Chris both greeted him, smiling.

“Who do we have here?” Joe moved the camera to show Dodger. “This must be the famous Dodger, I’m very thankful you’re holding him back because I don’t think I can take a hit to the nuts so early in the morning.” You all laughed at that. “So shall we begin the interview?”

“Sure,” you both stepped to the side to welcome Joe inside. “If you don’t mind taking your shoes off, that’d be great.” You told him and he directed his camera at both yours and Chris’ socked feet. You’d already discussed it in the transcript, that your shoeless house would be one of his seventy-three questions.

“No problem,” he nodded and started to take off his shoes as he asked his first question. “You come from an Asian family and you’re a bit of a clean freak.” Chris snickered because a bit was an understatement; he couldn’t even sit on the bed without having a shower first. “So this is a habit for you.” You nodded, nudging Chris as you tried not to laugh. “Do you take off your shoes at every house you visit?”

“Most houses,” you nodded.

“All houses,” Chris interjected. “She does it at every house she visits, unless the floors seem dirty or the host insists she keeps them on.” You shot him a dirty look as you tried not to laugh; he’d successfully made you sound like a snob as well as offend the hosts of the houses you’d visited before without taking off yours shoes. “But she’s pretty cute about it, so it’s fine.”

Joe chuckled then used his camera to get a view of the front of your house. “I like the vibe the two of you’ve got going on here, it’s very zen and peaceful.” You looked over at Chris, smiling. “Did you do the interior yourself?” He asked, directing the camera back at you and Chris.

“Chris did,” you pointed at your husband. “We talked about redecorating after the honeymoon, but that was like- what?” You glanced at Chris, both of you chuckling. “Four years ago? We’ve been fairly preoccupied.” Chris nodded. “But honestly, our styles are fairly similar. I didn’t feel a dire need to change things up, I kind of just allowed my things to blend with his.”

“Do you think this is the house you’ll raise your kids in?”

“No,” you and Chris both said simultaneously. “Um-” You glanced at him and you both laughed. “Definitely not,” you continued. “We both love LA and it is where we have to be most of the time because of our jobs, but eventually we’d like to move back to Chris’ hometown.”

“Why not your hometown?”

“That’s a bit tricky considering I’m from two places,” you chuckled, referring to the two countries you called home; Singapore was where you were born, and Australia was where you were raised. “It’s just easier for us if we live in The States because of our jobs, and I’m so used to life here now that I can’t see myself going back to either places. We do go on holidays quite often, but that’s about it.”

“For the record,” Chris spoke up. “I love both countries my girl’s from. Their cultures are vastly different from each other, and mine, but I find it incredibly interesting. It’s always nice to immerse myself in her holidays, especially Chinese New Year. We’ve been back to Singapore a couple of times for it and it’s just awesome. There is so much food, like- ridiculous amounts. Imagine Thanksgiving, but more food and more than one day.”

“Chris has a lot of trouble when we go back for Chinese New Year, especially when we have a Marvel movie coming up because he wants to eat everything but he can’t.” Chris nodded with pursed lips and you laughed, looping your arm with his. “Shall we move on to the rest of the house?”

“Yes, please.”

Joe followed you and Chris as you led him through the rest of your house, answering quick fire questions that told the fans more about you, and Chris, and your life as a married couple. Dodger sprinted off the moment Chris released his collar, but not without getting a pat or two from Joe first. You toured the kitchen where Joe asked you and Chris questions twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, and twenty-three.

“Who does the cooking?”

“Both of us, but we usually take responsibility for a certain meal,” you answered. “Like Chris always does breakfasts because he’s an early riser. I’m more lunch and dinner, though we’re never really home during lunch time.”

“What’s your favorite cuisine?”

“Italian,” you answered then looked over at Chris.

“I just like yummy food,” he answered with a soft chuckle.

“Your family owned a restaurant when you were younger and you were in charge of desserts,” Joe stated and you nodded. “What’s your favorite dessert item to make?” He asked you then asked Chris, “and what’s your favorite dessert item to eat?”

“Anything with chocolate,” you said when Joe’s camera was on you.

“Favorite dessert item to eat, like- that Y/N makes?” Chris quizzed when Joe’s camera was on him; Joe nodded. “Oh wow, that’s a tough question. Honestly- before I met Y/N, I was not a dessert guy at all. I ate a lot of jellybeans and ice-cream, but that was about it. But God, she’s converted me. I can’t go a meal without dessert now,” he laughed and you smiled. “But my favorite thing? It’s probably her chocolate chip cookies, they just give me such a homey feeling.”

“Can I try one?” Joe asked, directing his camera at the cookie jar sitting on your kitchen bench top. You nodded and took one out of the jar and passed it to him. “Oh wow,” he said after taking a bite. “This is possibly the best chocolate chip cookie I’ve ever tasted, this is delicious.”

“Now you know why I have to work out all the time,” Chris joked.

With those questions answered, you all moved back into the living room. Joe questioned the both of you on the awards you’d received that were displayed on the fireplace mantel, as well as the photographs hanging on your walls. The photographs- the one of you and Chris on set meeting for the first time, and then one from your wedding- were the cues to move onto Joe’s questions onto your Marvel career as well as your relationship with Chris, which you’d thoroughly discussed with Chris before agreeing to answer.

“What is your most memorable moment on a Marvel set?”

“Meeting my husband,” you didn’t even have to think twice.

“And what is it like being married to Captain America?”

“Patriotic,” you joked. Beside you, Chris laughed softly with a shake of his head. “No, it’s wonderful. Chris is the perfect man,” you smiled as you slipped your hand into Chris’; he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “And he’s also lot more than Captain America.”

“Did you know when you first met Chris that he was going to be the one you’d marry?”

“She definitely knew,” Chris answered before you could; his tone was smug and he had a smirk on his face that made you laugh. “But to be fair,” he chuckled, “I did tell her I was going to marry her numerous times.” You laughed harder, nodding in agreement. “I’m just lucky she didn’t run.”

“So it was love at first sight then?”

“For me it was,” Chris nodded, smiling at you.

“Me too,” you said after smiling at him. “I mean- what’s not to love?”

“Best memory as a couple?”

“Our first Christmas together,” you both said at the same time then chuckled when you caught each other’s gaze. “I was in London for a job and Chris was on break back in Boston, so we didn’t think we’d see each other. But um-” you smiled, “he left his family and flew out to London to surprise me and we had a great Christmas together. It was very sweet, I was in tears when I saw him at my hotel door.”

“Is that the nicest thing Chris has ever done for you?”

“It’s up there,” you nodded. “But the thing is, he’s such a sweet and romantic guy that I couldn’t possibly highlight one thing or event. He’s done a lot for me over the course of our relationship, all of it seems as nice as the one before. I can’t choose,” you shook your head, “no way.”

“And what’s the nicest thing Y/N has done for you?”

“I think marrying me?” Chris said then smiled when he heard you chuckle.

“If you were to pick an animal for your partner, what animal would it be?”

“Chris is most definitely a puppy,” you laughed. “He’s always up and at it, he’s always so bubbly and happy- he’s adorable and lovely and kind and just- a down to earth, good guy. He’s the human version of Dodger, it’s no wonder they found each other.”

“Aw,” Chris cooed, pulling his hand out of yours to wrap his arm around you. “Well, Y/N is a cat. Intelligent, sassy, independent, and also very mysterious. You think you’ve got her figured out, but you don’t and you won’t until you show that you’re invested in her. Once she knows you’re here to stay, she’ll cozy up to you and she’ll love you till the end of time.”

“And you said you’re not a cat person,” you teased him.

“I guess you’re my exception, aren’t you?” He winked and you chuckled.

Joe mouthed “seventy-three” and you knew it was his cue to wrap up the interview. You tapped Chris’ leg and you all got onto your feet, walking Joe towards the front door. “Well, it’s been lovely being in your house and talking to the both of you. I believe we’re up to the last question, so here it is.” Joe shared a knowing smile with you, whereas Chris was completely oblivious. “Is it a boy or a girl?” He quizzed and you bit back your smile, slipping your hand into Chris’.

“What do you mean?” Chris’ eyes narrowed in confusion, then he turned to you when Joe beckoned his head at you. You smiled and realization swept over Chris’ face. “Are we-” He cut himself off when he saw you nod, and his smile reached his eyes. “No!” He pulled his hand out of yours and covered his mouth. “We’re pregnant?!”

“I can’t answer that because that’d be seventy-four questions, so I’ll answer Joe’s.” You said and Chris’ eyes glistened with tears of joy as he waited to hear if he was going to be a dad to a handsome baby boy or a beautiful baby girl. “It’s a boy.”

“Yes!” He cheered and hugged you, lifting you off the ground. You laughed and wrapped your arms around him, smiling at Joe who was letting himself out after nodding at you gratefully. “I’m going to be a dad, I’m going to be a dad!”

“Yes you are,” you cupped Chris’ face in your hands when he put you down onto your feet and released you. “And you’re going to be the best dad in the whole wide world.” He smiled and cupped your face in his hands, pulling you towards him to press a kiss on your forehead.

“I was wrong, you know.”

“About what?” You quizzed, looking up to meet Chris’ gaze.

“About the nicest thing you’ve done for me,” he answered and you smiled because you knew what he was going to say next. “Because this is it. You’ve helped me check off everything on my life plan. I got to work with my celebrity crush, I got to marry the love of my life, and now I’m having a child with my soul mate. That’s it, I have everything and I don’t think I can ask for anything more.” Your heart swelled when you saw his blue eyes glistened. “Well-” he chuckled and leaned in, “maybe just a kiss?”

“You got it,” you smiled.

“I love you,” he breathed when his lips were inches from yours.

“I love you more,” you said then met his soft lips.

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Imagine Jagged Stone being the reason and a driving force behind Marinette's Career taking offp

Imagine Jagged Stone getting really tired of people just not getting his style. The clothes that are chosen for him are boring, his new Image Consultant wants to turn him into a ‘XY-wannabe’ (needless to say they didn’t last very long) and his record contract with Bob Ross Music was torn up after a final explosive argument even though he reached number one again.

The only bright spot seems to be the album cover that the cheery middle-school student, Marinette, designed for him. Everything about it was him and she even added a smelly-sticker that had the whole ‘sweat and leather’ thing Rock ‘n’ Roll was about. Also the shades she gave him were pretty sweet. So he figures he’d personally give her some back stage passes to his latest concert as a thank you and maybe to see her again because her facial expressions are hilarious. 

Marinette arrives at the Palace to pick up the tickets and she practically falls over herself thanking him for the tickets. For convenient Plot Shenanigans, her sketchbook falls out of her bag while she’s thanking him and Jagged sees just how much talent Marinette has and where her true passion lies.


Imagine one thing leading to another and Marinette finds herself commissioned for a jacket for Jagged to wear at his next concert.

She makes the jacket and Jagged adores it. He loves it so much, he has to be talked out of making Marinette his personal fashion designer by Penny, his new contractor and Fang (though it’s definitely a close call and it’s only the fact Marinette hasn’t finished high school stops him [Education is important]).

So he does the next best thing. He hires her on a semi-regular basis.

Imagine Jagged and Marinette end up meeting often to discuss styles, colours, textures and general fashion choices.

Imagine Jagged hiring Marinette to make various accessories and clothes for various publicity events. (Though he does take into account of her schooling and doesn’t overwhelm her with commissions.)

Imagine Jagged Stone and Marinette becoming good friends to the point he gives her special behind-the-scenes access to publicity events so she can be inspired and he becomes something of a mentor when dealing with fame and publicity. She talks to him about the odd boy issue (he is no help at all because he just laughs at her) and Chloe being Chloe and how she gets discouraged about her designs occasionally.

Imagine Jagged bragging about the sweet, talented student that made his accessories for an award ceremony to other celebrities and on television. (He wanted her and her family to come too but it was a school night.)

Imagine Marinette wondering where all these commissions from celebrities are coming from and why Jagged looks a bit too pleased with himself every time she brings it up.

Imagine Jagged celebrating loudly when Marinette receives several summer internships from various fashion companies after seeing her talent even though she is so young.

Imagine Marinette’s fashion career taking off through various celebrities and public figures all adoring her designs . It becomes a thing where people begin to brag about having a 'Marinette Special’.

Imagine Jagged encouraging Marinette to push her limits and use her intuition to create the best designs possible for each of her commissions. (All of her customers love her for it.)

Just Imagine that it’s all Jagged Stone’s fault Marinette’s career takes off so early.

Submitted by @my-insanity-is-an-artform



SUMMARY: Y/N and Ben are finally trying to tell each other how they feel- it just takes a little more effort and time than expected.

A/N: in honor of ben winning his tony !!! this is my first time writing for a deh cast member and tbh it makes me really nervous but i hope you guys like this !! it was originally longer but the whole got deleted so i had to rewrite it (which was very frustrating) enjoy!


Y/N wasn’t mad that she didn’t get to go to the Tony Awards with Ben. In fact, when he asked her she had declined. She didn’t like being in big crowd, and being with him would make her on the receiving end of a lot of unwanted attention. She was perfectly content to sit on her couch and cheer her friends on inside her small apartment. She clapped and whooped each time Dear Evan Hansen won an award, but she screamed the loudest when Ben won his. She hadn’t doubted for a second that he would win, but seeing him standing on that stage, trying not to cry and giving his beautiful speech, it was hard not to be excited. Plus, Ben had promised that if celebrating was in order, then they would celebrate the day after with just the two of them. She thought it was a much better idea to have Ben all to herself rather than standing with him in front of a bunch of cameras.

And he held true to his promise. The day after the Tonys there was music blasting in Y/N’s apartment as her and Ben made cookies and danced crazily. The entirety of the tiny complex was filled to the brim with joy. As Y/N went to get bowls for the both of them for the ice cream that had set out, Ben snatched her hand and twirled her around. She laughed loudly as they started to sway and bounce win time to the music. He was holding her like they were at a high school dance. More than that, he was holding her like they were at a high school dance together.

The thing about Ben winning the Tony was that Olivia had offered Y/N a deal: if Ben won, she would have to tell him that she liked him in more than just a friendly way. She hadn’t taken the deal, because she’d known that the chances of him winning were too high and she wasn’t ready to tell him yet. She wasn’t ready to risk nine years of friendship just because she had some stupid crush that wouldn’t go away. But standing there with his hand resting on her back and his eyes staring into hers, she was considering it. It would be so easy to just let the words slip and relieve her of the weight that’d been sitting on her shoulders for years. Their dancing started to slow until they had stopped moving all together.

But he was still holding her. If she wasn’t mistaken, his grip was tightening. And she was almost positive that he was leaning, because she sure as hell was. They were so close, definitely closer than they’d been when they started dancing. Just a little bit more space to cover and they would’ve been kissing.

Except then the oven went off and they sprung apart. Ben rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and stumbled over his words. “Right, um, the cookies! We have to get the cookies.”

His voice shocked Y/N out of her trance and she plastered a smile on her face and nodded. They spent the rest of the evening eating and watching The Wizard of Oz, a safe distance away from each other.

It wasn’t until after Ben had left and Y/N was laying in bed that it hit her - He’d been leaning in. Ben had been about to kiss her just as much as she’d been about to kiss him. She couldn’t have imagined that, could she? He had been getting closer, hadn’t he? If he had…. Well, if he had, that changed everything.


Ben was a bit confused while getting ready the day after he’d been at Y/N’s. He had gone over confident, ready to tell her how he felt, but then he just kept putting it off. And then they were dancing. And then they weren’t. And then he’d been leaning in - and he was pretty sure she had been doing the same. It was the perfect opportunity. And, really, standing there with her and watching her smile like that and her eyes dazzle, how could he resist?

Except they hadn’t kissed, and from then on they kept an achingly big distance between them. He hadn’t told her how he felt. Will and Mike were going to give him hell for it, he was sure, but more than that it completely diminished his confidence.

Sure enough, as soon as he walked into the theater Will and Mike were by his side.

“Did you tell her?” Will asked, smiling widely. Ben glanced over at Mike to see that he was wearing a matching smile.


“You didn’t do it, did you?” Mike sighed.

“I tried! But I just…. couldn’t.” He let his shoulders sag as a frown found its way into his face.

“You gotta do it sometime, buddy, and today’s as good a day as any,” Will spoke as he and Mike started to walk away.

“You can do it!” Mike cheered. Ben smiled slightly at his friends encouragements, but there was still the weight of not having told her resting on his shoulders. He’d made a deal with Mike and Will that if he won the Tony he would tell Y/N how he felt, but he’d only agreed to it because he didn’t think he was going to win.

The idea of possibly ruining what he had with Y/N absolutely petrified him.


Y/N made it a priority to come to the theater at least once a week to visit everyone. Usually, the first thing she did when she arrived was find Ben and greet him if he wasn’t too busy. This time was different. This time she sprinted through the halls, desperately hoping she wouldn’t run into Ben, until she made it to Laura’s dressing room. She’d already texted Laura, Kristolyn, and Olivia that she needed to talk to them, so she knew they were all waiting for her. The moment she opened the door their eyes were on her.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s this big thing you have to talk about?” Laura asked cheerfully.

“It’s about Ben.” The minute she said it the atmosphere changed. All three girls (and most of the cast and crew) knew about Y/N’s crush on Ben, and they could tell from the nervous look on her face that what she was going to say wasn’t necessarily good news. They waited silently in anticipation.

“Last night he came over for a mini Tony celebration, just the two of us. But while he was there we were dancing and he had his arm around me and then we stopped dancing and I was pretty sure he was going to kiss me but now I’m doubting it because the oven went off so it didn’t happen and I’m not entirely sure if he was actually going to kiss me, but I really wanted him to, you know? Not to mention that now that I’ve started thinking about it I can’t stop and I’m kind of concerned that I might need someone to physically restrain me from kissing him when I see him.”

She panted slightly from having talked so fast as they stared at her in shock. Suddenly, Olivia squealed. “He was going to kiss you? That’s amazing!” Y/N opened her mouth to explain that no, that was stressful, but she was cut off.

“If you’re expecting us to restrain you, don’t count on it,” Kristolyn piped in.

“Oh yeah, I’m not contributing to anything that keeps you two from finally getting together,” Laura grinned. Her friends were excited about this, she realized. That was a bit annoying, but also kind of endearing. She sat down as they started talking about her and Ben, dishing out advice on how to tell him how she felt about him.


Ben knocked nervously in Rachel’s dressing room door. She opened it with a smile and he mustered on up in return, but let it drop when the anxiousness began to take over his expression again.

“Could I talk to you?” He asked. “You know, fake son to fake mom?” She looked him over with concern as she let him in. He wasn’t even in costume and he looked more like Evan than he did Ben.

“What’s wrong, honey?” She asked worriedly.

“It’s about a girl….” He trailed off and her face lit up. She knew as well as everyone that if Ben was having girl troubles it was about Y/N, and if there were troubles that meant that something had finally happened.

“I was over at Y/N’s last night and I almost did it. I almost kissed her, told her that I loved her, the whole deal. I didn’t get to, but I still want to - I just don’t know how. Every time I’m with her I just can’t do it.” He looked at her pleadingly and she gave him a small smile.

“This is gonna sound like really bad advice, but you’ve just got to tell her, Ben. Start talking, and once you do, trust me, you won’t be able to stop. I’ve seen the way you are with her, you’ve got a lot to say.” Ben nodded with confidence and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and a thank you. And then he was out the door and on his way to find Y/N.


Y/N was sitting in Ben’s dressing room a little while before the show. She’d been slightly avoiding Ben all day, but now she was waiting for him. Though half of her hoped he wouldn’t be stopping by before the show started. She knew it had to happen the next time she saw him, but it terrified her.

She looked up, startled, when the door opened and closed quickly. Suddenly, Ben was in the room with her. He leaned against the door and sighed, running a hand over his face with his eyes closed. When he opened them he made a noise of surprise at Y/N’s presence and she smiled softly at him. She couldn’t help what he did to her - he made everything seem better. When they were together everything seemed easier.

“How long have you been here? I’ve been looking all over for you,” He said. He looked nervous, and Y/N wondered if he was already in character or if he was genuinely anxious about something.

“Not too long, I’ve been all around today. I wanted to see you before the show, though.” He smiled at the thought of her waiting in hopes of seeing him.

“That’s good, I actually have something I wanted to talk to you about.” He looked over at her and she watched him expectantly. “Um, Rachel said I should just start talking, so - uh - here goes nothing.” He took a deep breath, and then began to speak.

“We’ve been friends for a really long time, and I think it’s probably time that you should know - the first time I ever saw you I stopped breathing. You looked so gorgeous. You literally took my breath away, and you still do - every day. One time - and I can’t even remember what we were laughing about - but we were in your apartment and laughing like crazy. We couldn’t stop. I remember looking around and thinking ‘I could do this for the rest of my life. I could spend the rest of my life laughing with you and I’d be happy. I’d be so happy.’ And then I looked over at you, and you looked so beautiful. You always look so beautiful. I looked at you, and it hit me. And I sat there thinking 'wow, so this is what being in love feels like.’” He laughed nervously, avoiding looking at her, scared that she might be disgusted or be looking at him with pity.

“Y/N,” he took another deep breath and looked her in the eyes. She was staring at him with wonder, but he couldn’t tell if she was happy or not. “I am so completely in love with you.”

The silence was painful. Deafening. The silence made it clear to him that he’d ruined it. He’d messed everything up. He looked down at his shoes to avoid having to look at her.

“I love you too.” His head snapped up as her voice reached his ears. She was smiling bigger than he’d ever seen and her eyes were filled with tears. “I can’t believe I came here to tell that I love you and you beat me to it,” she laughed. He stared at her in shock as she felt the happiness filling her up.

“Okay, real quick because I’ve been saying this in my head for a few hours now and I need to say it out loud: Ben, when I first met you I knew. I knew I wanted to be with you forever. Maybe platonically, maybe romantically - it didn’t really matter. But then it did. Then it did because every day I found something new about you that I loved. Every day I could feel myself falling in love, and it felt so damn good. Being in love with you makes me so happy.”

They were standing in front of each other smiling. And then he was leaning in, and then she was leaning in, and they were both one hundred percent positive that the other was doing it this time. Except then someone called out for Ben because the show was starting in only a few minutes.

He apologized profusely before running out and towards the stage. She smiled as she watched him go. She waited for the entire show in his dressing room. He didn’t make it back for intermission, but that was okay. Mostly because it was just around when intermission ended that she realized he had said something along the lines of wanting to spend the rest of his life with her.


When the show ended the cast were all grouped together backstage in their pre-show dance party hallway. They were all rushing with adrenaline from the show and the applause from the audience, excitedly talking. All except Ben - he was strangely quiet.

“Are you feeling okay?” Jennifer asked with a motherly type concern. He was about to respond when they heard shouts from down the hallway.

“Ben!” They all turned to see Y/N bounding down the hallway until she stopped in front in Ben, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry, just have to make sure, did you say you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” He nodded with a smile as everyone watched with wide eyes. “Oh, thank god,” she breathed.

And then her arms were around his neck and his were around her waist and they were finally kissing. Everybody was cheering by the time they pulled apart, and they both stared at each other with wide smiles.

Discreetly, Will, Mike, and Olivia high fived in the background of all the commotion.

anonymous asked:

Why do u think Cassandra Clare's portrayal of LGBTQ+ isn't good?

Anonymous asked: Why is Casssanderia Clare characters bad representation for LGBT+ characters?

Well… this is gonna be long so, I’m warning you now! Also, this isn’t even half of the reasons why I don’t like her.

And book fans, before you come at me, read this, I will know if you haven’t.

Why Cassandra Clare’s Portrayal of LGBTQ+ Characters Is Problematic, with receipts. 

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please vote for normani on dancing with the stars. she is apparently in danger of getting eliminated which should not be happening with a fan base this big! she is also undoubtedly one of the best dancers on the show and really deserves to do well with all the hard work and dedication she puts in. we vote our asses off for the girls to get all kinds of awards, mani deserves to do well on her own as well. if you’re not american, you can still vote! download an app called freetone which gives you an american number you can vote with. the number to vote for normani is 1-800-868-3410. you can also vote through facebook and twitter if you change your vpn using a browser extension like hola. PLEASE vote!

anonymous asked:

Dear 404, i hope this one doesn't trigger you: Please write an RFA/V/Saeran reaction to MC admitting she has killed someone. Like, right almost now. Body is not even hidden yet, she might or might not be asking for help/assistance (your choice if it was accidental, self-defense or premeditated, but wow, premeditated would be cool).

A/N: (I really… was tempted.. to turn these into individual fics…because i kept these short with not much detail but /man/ i wanted to get more detailed;;) I’m not gonna lie, I was like… really… excited… for this one. Because I’ve never written anything like this. My stuff is usually fluff and some (pretty bad) nsfw here and there but i am /hyped/ and hope this came out okay ~Admin 404

Should I put a TW here? I wouldn’t know what to put? But it’s here? There’s mentions of blood and death? Is that a good enough TW? Is there a “General TW”?


               -“Hey MC! Welcome home, do you want to play a little LOLOL before I log-” his sentence faded off, taking in the blood on your hands and the immense amount of tears trailing down your face

               -“What happened?! Are you okay?! MC, is this blood?! Please, talk to me!” he panicked, running up to you and searching for any sort of cut on your hands before wiping away your tears

               -He tried to look into your eyes but you couldn’t stop crying long enough to look at him.

               -Trying to talk through your sobs and hiccups, he caught a few words like attack, scared, and the phrase “couldn’t help”

               -His panic levels skyrocketed. What?? Couldn’t help what? Who? MC?

               -You calmed down enough to start speaking quietly, never taking your eyes off of your hands

               -“There.. was this guy. I was walking home and he pulled me into this dark alley thing…… and I just,,, I pushed him away from me but I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it, Yoosung!” you cried out, tears starting to fall again, “ I tried to help him, I really did! It was an accident!”

               -You kept crying out and as worried as he was about you, he couldn’t get past the fact that a grown man? Grabbed you? What did he want to do? What did he think he was going to get away with?

               -His eyes grew dim, a sort of veil over them you’ve never seen before, as he grabbed your wrists, leaning in close to your face

               -“MC, what happened to him. Whose blood is this? His, right?” he asked, honestly scaring you a little bit with his dark tone

               -You nodded, sniffling as he took you to the sink to wash your hands before asking you to take him to where the man was.

               -On the way there, you explained that you had pushed him away from you, not knowing he would trip and smack his head against the side of a brick building

               -“I- I wanted to call the police but I wasn’t sure what to do! What if they didn’t believe it was an accident! What if-”

               -You were caught off guard when he started to wipe him down, trying to rid him of any evidence of you

               -“Yoosung? What are you doing? Shouldn’t we call-”

               -He turned to you, eyes darker than ever, leaning in close to whisper to you

               -“He touched you, MC. He shouldn’t have. You aren’t his to grab onto. You’re mine and only mine,” he leaned in all the way to kiss your lips softly before continuing

               -“MC, he’s gone. He’s passed on. But he got what he deserved,” he stood up straighten than normal

               -“He’s lucky he was gone before I got here, or it would have been much… much worse. Now, I’m going to get rid of any evidence that you were here. I’ll protect you, MC”

               -He smiled at you, his normal, happy smiled turned into something dark and wicked, he kissed you again, a little harder than at first, his heart pounding in the excitement of what you’ve done, but mixed with his anger that another man had even thought to put his hands on you. He’d take this secret to his grave, always looking out for you from then on


               -He has hundreds, if not thousands of fans

               -And you’re okay… as long as they stay away from him. Stay within the boundaries. Keep their hands off. Keep the distance between them.

               -You’re trying so hard to keep your cool. You knew as an amazing actor, he was bound to get a lot of attention from other people.

               -But you couldn’t take it anymore.

               -This one woman- one who thought she was cute by trying to get so close to your boyfriend

               -Thought she could get whatever she wanted out of him by flipping her hair, pushing up her bra, running her fingertips down his arms

               -But did she care that he was yours? No. Did she continue trying to scheme her way into his pants? Yes.

               -Have you had enough? Most definitely.

               -You contacted her through a burner phone, pretending to be Zen. You set up everything you needed to in order to carry out whatever you needed to protect Zen.

               -Sitting at home, Zen was actually worried about you- you hadn’t come home in hours, and you weren’t picking up his calls? What if something had happened to you?

               -But you knew what you were doing. You wanted to take your time, let her know exactly what she got herself into before you ended her life. You wanted to make her pay, not give her a free pass by taking care of it quickly.

               -“MC! There you are! You haven’t answered my calls all day, where have you been?” Zen asked the moment you walked through the door, practically running up to you as you turned to face him.

               -He wrapped his arms around your waist, looking down at you as you gave him your award winning smile, playing a hand on his cheek

               -“Don’t worry about me, I just had some business to take care of,” you said with a slight giggle. It was then that Zen noticed an odd emotion in your eyes. Why did your hands smell slightly metallic?

               -When you pulled your hand away from his face, he could feel something warm, and a little sticky on his face. Wiping a little off, he saw that it was blood

               -He quickly looked at your hand, about to ask you if you had gotten hurt- but he noticed both of your hands were covered in the red liquid, along with spatters of blood flung across your face. How did he not notice it before when he was looking into your eyes?

               -“MC..? What.. happened? What did you do…” he trailed off, watching as you threw your once enemies signature scarf on the ground, soaked in blood

               -“I took care of our little problem, see? Now you and I don’t have to worry about her butting into our relationship. I did this for us! We can live together happily, until another one of those harpies try getting to you again.”

               -You stepped closer to him, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek, stepping away to watch how completely shocked he was. Before turning on your heel, you caressed his cheek and looked into his eyes, your own glossing over with a wave of possession. “You’re mine,” you whisper against his lips, leaving him to his thoughts while you went to wash up

               -What could he do? What should he do? There were so many thoughts running through his head. When he was younger and in a motorcycle gang there were… many things he didn’t enjoy doing. There were times he’s sure he had… injured others to the brink of dying, but he pushed that in the back of his mind. But you? You were doing this to innocent people who got too friendly to him? What has he going to do? He was a natural flirt. How many more people were going to get hurt? Can he even deal with the fact that you had… done this?


               -The both of you know how to take care of yourselves

               -Both know self defense, you might even know some sort of martial arts, or so Jaehee thought

               -You’ve always seemed a little more… fluent, in your movements

               -Whether you noticed it or not, you had this hidden strength about you and that left her with mixed feelings

               -On one hand, she was proud! She didn’t have to worry /too/ much about you getting hurt

               -On the other hand… she had to worry about anyone who came near you. Even if it was something innocent, like someone walking up behind you too quietly, she was scared that you might hurt someone

               -Turns out she was right.

               -You called her during a meeting. She ignored the first one, thinking she could call you back afterwards, but you kept calling? She excused herself and answered the call, only to hear you broken in sobs, unable to form a full sentence

               -“MC? MC what’s wrong? Are you alright?” she started to whisper soothing words into the phone, hoping to get you calm enough to talk to her

               -You told her you needed her to meet you in a discreet location, and that made her danger senses go off

               -Rushed out of the office to meet you in a dark, deserted alleyway downtown.

               -She found you on the ground, hugging your knees and completely sobbing. A tall, burly man lay on the ground next to you, his eyes dull and lifeless

               -Her gasp caused your head to snap up and look at her, tears streaming down your face.

               -“Jaehee! You have to trust me, I-I didn’t mean to do this! I didn’t mean to hurt him! He grabbed my shoulder from behind and I just… I just… reacted! I didn’t know I wou-would slam him to the fl-floor that hard!”

               -She bent down next to you, smoothing your hair and kept an eye on the man laying lifeless next to the two of you. She couldn’t muster up any words to comfort you, her mind was working too fast to think rationally

               -‘It was self-defense,’ she told herself, ‘MC would never hurt…. I mean… take someone’s life on purpose…’

               -What would happen to MC? Would people believe it was self defense? Would MC be safe? There had to be a way to make sure MC wouldn’t get in trouble for this. She could do her research, she could ask Jumin for help- no no, she couldn’t do that…

               -She had to do whatever she could to protect you.

               -You looked up and watched as she started to drag the man away from you, propping him up against the dumpster. She figured he looked scruffy enough that people could think he had simply fallen and hurt himself on his own. She felt extremely guilty, but she couldn’t lose you

               -“MC,” she said, holding onto your shoulders as she bent down to your eye level once more, “You and I will never speak of this again, do you understand?”


               -He was suspicious when you refused to let him send body guards with you when you left the penthouse

               -What could you have been doing?

               -You knew he already didn’t like the fact that you were leaving so late at night. He just wanted you to stay with him, but you had to do a lot of convincing to get him to let you leave. Sometimes you stayed behind on his business trips because you had things to do

               -There was this one person.. this one person in your life who you could never forgive for hurting you

               -You’ve followed him for years, tracking everything he’s done, learned all of his schedules

               -You were always telling Jumin he should be more open, more honest, more in tuned with his emotions, and to be rational about things

               -Did you take your own adivce? No. This was something they couldn’t come back from. This was something that would never go away, you had to take care of it yourself

               -One night, you decided it was the best time to strike. It was now or never, and this could all be over with. You wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore, and you could finally forget all that had happened.

               -Your target was risky, he was in the higher class and held some sort of power in the business world, but that wasn’t going to stop you.

               -Making your way into his house, you lay in wait, Your heart beating out of your chest

               -When the deed was done you went home, cursing yourself for not thinking it completely through. You thought so carefully how to get it done, how to enjoy it, how to execute it so you won’t be caught in the act

               -But one thing you didn’t think about was how to clean up after you were done.

               -You couldn’t get caught. There was no way you were going to go down for this, nor were you about to slander Jumin’s good name

               -But you didn’t know what to do? How were you going to cover this up? Who could you even ask for help?

               -You went home, your thoughts were frantic but you were composed on the outside. Jumin wouldn’t have been able to notice something was wrong… if he didn’t notice the fact you smell like metal and another man’s cologne

               -He sat as you carefully explained to him what you had done, rubbing his forehead, his eyebrows knit together.

               -He cannot believe what you had done. He knew you had a problematic past but he just couldn’t see how someone like you- the kindest, most warm-hearted person he has ever met, could go and murder a man with no remorse.

               -He has the money to clean up your mess, he has the strong mentality to keep your secret, he has the resources to make sure you’re never caught and that you’re safe- and he’ll do it all for you because you are the love of his life and there was no well in /hell/ that they were going to take you from him.

               -It takes him a very long time to process all of the information before figuring out how to help you, and even longer to actually attempt to get physically close to you because his mind just wouldn’t stop running. He wouldn’t dare to kiss you until he was positive you were in the right frame of mind

               -Although he helped you cover your tracks, he’s still worried about anyone coming near you. He should be afraid of you hurting him but he wasn’t. He was more afraid of someone finding you, or someone hurting you in retaliation. Just as V and Rika had their secrets, he now felt this sort of… pride in having a dark secret between the two of you. He knew it was wrong to think that but he couldn’t help it. It gave him sort of a rush to think about something so secretive the two of you could never speak about it. There was never a thought in his mind growing up that he’d be this close to someone but now he did and there were multiple times he had to talk himself out of suggesting the two participating in similar acts just to grow even closer


               -As secret agent, he’s had to take a few lives

               -He’s not proud of it per say, but he doesn’t let it tear him up inside

               -He found complete comfort in you, though

               -You were calm, loving, and so warm- something he didn’t have most of his life.

               -He thought you were so innocent, so pure

               -But there was something in your background check that just didn’t add up with him

               -There were pieces of information missing. What was your source of income? Your spending habits were a little sporadic? What sort of life were you living?

               -He ignored it all because he of all people knew about terrible pasts, and wanted to believe everyone can be who they are in the present instead

               -So whatever was wrong with your background, he decided he could accept it

               -He was extremely broken hearted at the fact he had to leave you for a mission, but he knew it was something he had to do, and he would see you at home, ready to greet him!

               -What he didn’t expect on this mission, however, was to find you there, at his targets place

               -Let alone see you grab the guy by the hair, dragging a knife across his neck

               -He actually almost screamed, watching the love of his life kill this man, the red liquid dripping down the guys throat and across his chest

               -You looked up from the man to see Saeyoung, your once emotionless face turned to something completely mortified at being found out

               -“This.. this isn’t what it looks like,” you let out a nervous giggle, “I-I mean okay it.. it is what it looks like. B-but you have to hear me out! Please! Just hear me out!”

               -He stared at you like a deer in the headlights, listening to you explain that you’re a paid hitman. You had no idea his target was the same one you had been given

               -You explained that you did this often, with multiple different methods, but when you attempted to go into detail, Saeyoung stopped you with tears in his eyes

               -“MC, listen… I forgive you. My job… it’s not that innocent either, I get it. I just wish.. you would have told me, you know? Trust me with this sort of thing… You… you’re so kind and I love the ever-loving hell out of you. I’m not going to change how I think about you. Except now I’m sure I might have some nightmares watching you with a knife to a man’s throat, but…”

               -You nodded in understanding, letting out a soft sigh and a small smile at the fact that he immediately accepted you despite the horrors you bring upon people, just like you accepted his. At least now he understood why you didn’t mind the danger of being with him…

               -A light bulb went off between the two of you when you simultaneously realized you had to get rid of the body. Completely thrown off guard by Saeyoung’s presence, you lost all train of thought and he started to help you clean up the mess, much to your surprise. You stayed with him while he got whatever information he needed, and as if nothing happened, the two of you went home together hand in hand. Was it odd for the both of you to accept that you’re both killers? Yes, but the two of you can work on those feelings together, and Saeyoung was okay with that


               -He’s been hurt enough in this life

               -And he had been surrounded by enough pain, confusion, and manipulation

               -When he met you, everything seemed brighter and loving and he couldn’t wait to finally be happy with no worries!

               -Except it wasn’t that easy for him

               -He expected some sort of hiccup, but he didn’t know it would be something like this.

               -The two of you were walking through the seemingly empty park one night after an incredible date, when you noticed there was some sort of black figure lurking in the shadows

               -As much as V would love to protect you, his eyesight still isn’t the best, but you don’t blame him at all. You just take it upon yourself to protect him instead!

               -That being said you carried some sort of weapon with you, because you never know who would come up to the two of you. Usually it was something like pepper spray, but after the whole “Rika” thing, you got something a little more… powerful, because you were terrified about someone hurting V!

               -The shadow figure jumped out to grab you, and you panicked.

               -With a small screech when you were grabbed, you pulled out a small handheld gun, pointing it in the direction of the person holding onto you. A bang rang out and echoed into the night and V freaked out, worrying about you

               -He could see a lot of movement and he didn’t know what to do and he never felt more horrible

               -There was a loud thud followed by a lot of mumbling

               -He was able to pick out words like, “oh no,” “what did I do,” and “please”

               -Frantically trying to find you, you grabbed his hand and started to sob

               -Your hand was wet and sticky, and he immediately knew what he was touching. He dropped to his knees, his heart racing out of fear. Was it possible for his heart to beat so fast it just runs out of his chest?

               -“MC? MC! Are you okay? Are you in pain? What happened? Are you injured? MC! Please, tell me what happened!” he begged, listening to you cry violently, trying to get words to come out through your cries

               -“I! He- he! He grabbed me! I was afraid! I was scared for you and I… I didn’t know what to do! I just- I pointed, closed my eyes, and pulled the trigger! I only meant to hurt him a little bit, I guess?? So that we could get away?? I.. I didn’t mean for this! I didn’t mean to end this man’s life! Jihyun, please! Please believe me!”

               -He pulled you into his chest, smoothing your hair and whispering calming words, he wasn’t sure how well he could help you, but he knew it wasn’t your fault.

               -It was self-defense and he knows it. He would never blame you for this. But he loved you, and he couldn’t let you suffer through this alone. He took the gun apart, chucking pieces into what he hoped was the lake, shoving other pieces into his pocket. If it was in pieces, they won’t have enough evidence.

               -He promised you he would always be there for you no matter what. He knows you aren’t capable of harming a person on purpose. He was positive that you are simply an angel on earth and would only do what you needed to protect yourself and the ones you love. There was no way he would let you get caught. He’s done terrible things in the past and he would do them all over again if it meant he could protect you.


               -Working for Mint Eye, he’s already had to kill people

               -It doesn’t bother him anymore. He can do it in the blink of an eye. He doesn’t think twice

               -When you first joined Mint Eye, he was positive you wouldn’t make it

               -Someone as cute as you wouldn’t be able to handle such dirty work.

               -You’d probably cry the first time you were confronted

               -So when you were sent on a mission unrelated to the RFA, he wanted to go with you

               -Definitely not to protect you! Just… to see you crash and burn.

               -You came face to face with the man you had to kill

               -Saeran stood back with his arms crossed, ready to step in and call you an idiot. To tell you that you weren’t cut out for the job, you should stick to just working back at headquarters

               -But without a second thought, you put the gun in between this man’s eyes and pulled the trigger,  leaving the blood spatter across your face as you stare down emotionless at the lifeless body at your feet

               -He was honestly shocked? You…. didn’t feel a thing?

               -You continued going through this man’s belongings, looking for what you were sent there for

               -He stood there in awe, not sure about what he should do about this situation? There were so many feelings about you swirling around in his head. He couldn’t help but grab your arm and spin you around, watching as your eyes sparked back to life

               -“Um? Saeran? What do you want? What’s wrong?”

               -Looking back and forth between your eyes, Saeran watched as your guard dropped and concern flooded them, staring back at him and started to get confused

               -“I uh. Just-” he started, turning his head away from you and furrowing his eyebrows, frowning at the floor, “Don’t get to full of yourself when I say this but, you… you did good. I thought.. I thought you didn’t have it in you to kill. I thought I would have to.”

               -He turned back to you, eyebrows still knit together before he sighed and slammed his lips against your own, dominating and commanding your bottom lip to follow the movement of his own, moving a hand up to the back of your head to bring you closer

               -You tried to stutter out that you were out of breath and that’s when he let you go, practically pushing himself 7 feet away from you

               -“I mean, whatever. You better do this well next time. I don’t want to have to follow you every time you leave HQ just to make sure you can keep pulling the trigger. It’s not because I want to protect you, or anything! Take care of your damn self! You know what, maybe you shouldn’t even go on these things anymore. Maybe you should just stay back,” he rambled on, trying to hide a blush that was rising to his cheeks. He turned to the lifeless body on the ground, nervously fidgeting with him, attempting to change the subject

               -“Come on. I’ll help you just this once to get rid of this thing. You need to do it yourself. I won’t help you next time. What do you mean I’m trying to change the subject? No I’m not! Mind your own damn business, get over here and help me carry this guy!”


After watching Amy’s epic scene from Sonic booms “Knine to five Knuckles” episode I was like DAMN give this hedgewoman an award or something 😆💖🏆i made this for her lol …Sonic and sticks shoulda totally just let her go so she’d kill em all with that hammer! We love you Amy ,yer a savage ❤️💪

Fallacy [Jungkook]

{{ noun // a mistaken belief, especially one based on unsound argument }}

He’s probably more oblivious than Gilderoy Lockhart.

Fluff. Hogwarts AU. 1,134 words.

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Slytherins may be a lot of things: ambitious, cunning, and intelligent. But no one ever told you how painfully stupidly oblivious they are. Or maybe it can be directed to the entire male population who’s usually unaware in general when it comes to feelings.

But a certain Jeon Jungkook in particular falls under this category.

You would think that after five months of shamelessly flirting with him, he’d say something about it. For god’s sake, how many times do you need to compliment him until he gets the hint? Well, he did say “it’s a date” when you asked about practicing quidditch together earlier today. That has to count for something.

Then again, you heard Jungkook say that to Jimin when he asked about going for butterbeers during the next Hogsmeade weekend.

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Okay, so…. 2x18 huh?? 

I don’t even know where to begin. Okay, let’s start with the only slightly happy thing that happened in this episode that it was Maia and Simon. I loooooved their scenes together so much. Their little banter about the ducks, Maia trusting Simon and telling him about Jordan (Alisha was a-ma-zing during that scene). We got introduced to Bat as well. Can’t wait to see more of him, I like him already, please protect him. By the way, I think Bat and Simon with get along really well with this whole discovering the downworld thing. Hope they become buds in the future. Max. Holy fuck. I suffered so much with this boy. First of all he’s so brave, the way he fought Sebastian !!!! So good!!!! I’m so glad he’s alive (though when Jace got that fake text my heart stopped for a second, I’m not even exaggerating). Sebastian. Listen. I was so frustrated with the whole Johnathan talk with him right in front of them. HE WAS RIGHT. IN. FRONT. OF. THEM. UUUUGH. And last, but not least, Malec. That episode destroyed me. Those flashbacks were so soft and cute and that last scene… I’m a mess. I just want to curl into a little ball and cry for the rest of my life. 

Overall this episode literally fucked me up. My heart is in pieces, my emotions are everywhere, I don’t know what is going on and everything hurts, just please make it stop. 

Other things worth mentioning:

  • Will Tudor being amazing as always. Please give him all the awards. 
  • Again. Alisha. Just wow. 
  • Also shout out to Matt and Harry. They killed it. So so so so good. I love them so much for really giving everything for these characters. Thank you so much.
  • Clary actually did something this time that actually kinda worked??? And just didn’t blow up in her face??? Finally??? Thank you Clary! 
  • Jace crying over Max’s blood broke my heart a little. So did Izzy. 
  • Alec crying because of Magnus. Just nope. 
  • Bat must be protected. 
  • I hope they treat Simon and Maia’s relationship right because they both deserve happiness. 
  • Sebastian/Johnathan can choke. (Though, not gonna lie, that scene where he kills all those shadowhunters was really good.)

Hi!!! I love you blog to pieces omg. How tall do you think Vanderwood is??? 5'9"??? 6’??? Hc for how Vanderwood and his s/o get together? (Bonus points if the so’s just as tsundere as Vandy.) Tysm! 

✿ In the VN sections, it looks like Vanderwood is just a bit taller than Saeran, who is like… 5″6? but i like Tall Vanderwood so gimmie that 6″ tall secret agent.

Anyway, thank for contributing to my Ko-Fi, Del! I really hope you enjoy this. (If anyone else would like a guaranteed request fill, buy me a coffee here♥)

  • If you could get an award for being a tsundere, you’d have won gold in the national competition every year running.
  •  No one is spared from your vicious tongue, even Yoosung, though you do tone it down a bit around him. It’s not because you think he’s nice, or
  • anything! He’s just too pathetic to deal with it.
  • Nyeh.
  • Zen, you call him a miserable narcissist while “saving his photos for blackmail material”. Jaehee, you call a ridiculous workaholic, all the while secretly wishing Jumin would give her a break. Jumin, you call a Cat-Freak who can’t see past his own ego, and Seven – well. You just bully Seven.
  • V is a moron. Saeran is a double-moron. But Mary Vanderwood the III takes the cake in being a goddamn idiot.
  • Like – SERIOUSLY. What is he thinking? Why doesn’t he just put his frickin jacket on? Why is it lined with leopard-print? Why is he wearing that goofy vest and v-neck purple shirt, it doesn’t matter that it brings out the color of his ugly honey-brown hair and warm earthen eyes?
  • And, okay, his voice??? Like, excuse me? Not only does this loser jump whenever Seven pulls a new prank, (dude, you’d thought he’d learn by now), but he also lets out this high-pitched shriek of surprise that – no, it’s not funny! It’s not cute!
  • You’re not smiling!
  • And, double-okay, he might be pretty (look that’s not a compliment on his appearance he just CAN ROCK HEELS AND MAKEUP, OKAY??? IT’S NOT??? IT MEANS NOTHING?) but that gives him LITERALLY NO RIGHT to make fun of you when you don’t immaculately tame your bedhead or dress well or whatever.
  • And like, it also gives him no right to say, “wow, you’re finally trying to look nice for once, huh?” when you put a little bit of effort in. Couldn’t he at least compliment you a bit? You look killer, if he doesn’t admit it, he’s an asshole!
  • (…i-it’s not that you wanted him to say something nice…)
  • Anyway. He’s a butt. A big, giant butt. And sometimes, you get into arguments over the messenger over who’s the bigger butt.
    • “You need to sleep more,” he says. “The bags under your eyes look terrible.”
    • “I don’t want to hear that from the fashion disaster!”
    • “You have no right to talk. You’ve walked out of the house wearing different socks on each foot!”
    • “That’s because I stayed up late working, unlike YOU, who spends all of his time taking care of an emotionally unstable hacker with a god complex!”
    • (ouch, Seven and Saeran say in tandem)
    • “Oh, come on! You’re not one to talk! You’re always doing just one more thing for the idiots at your job!” He says, and you kind of hate that it’s true.
    • “What, are you worried about me? It’s none of your business,” you snap back, and he replies immediately with, “Maybe I am worried!”
    • And there’s silence.
    • “Anyone would worry,” he defends himself after Seven posts three straight lines of ‘OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH’. “It’s not that I care, but you’re just that useless.”
    • (A traitorous feeling springs up – that you’re happy he’s worried about you. You crush it immediately, and you both resume fighting.)
  • It’s fair to say that pretty much the entire chatroom thinks this is the result of Mega Sexually Unresolved Tension, which they’re completely and absolutely right about because, despite their foibles, the RFA is not completely full of idiots.
  • Due to this, they ship you.
  • Mercilessly.
  • There are only two things that you and Vanderwood agree on – that a clean house is a good house, and that you don’t like each other, okay. The both of you comically protest this as the others make kissy faces at you, and in these moments, your interests are… kind of aligned.
  • Kind of.
  • You still insult each other, but it’s at least working towards a common goal.
  • “I don’t like him! He’s a moron! Also, his haircut is terrible!”
  • “I don’t like them! They snore like a bear and have the face of one, too!”
  • One night, though… Something unusual happens.
  • You slip up.
    • “I don’t care if Vanderwood looks amazing in a dress; I don’t like him at all!”
    • …The conversation starts with that line. Of course, Seven pounces on it immediately, pointing out that you just expressed some attraction to Vanderwood. You go on the defensive, saying, WELL YEAH, I MEAN, ANYONE WOULD THINK THAT??? IT’S JUST??? IT’S JUST OBJECTIVELY TRUE??
    • Seven says, uh-huh.
    • Seven says, I thought you said his hair was a rat’s nest.
    • Really attractive, Seven repeats, and you’re like…
    • YEAH.
    • So Seven is cackling like caffeine addicted monkey and Vanderwood is clutching his phone and blushing, because wow, you think??? He looks good??? Like you’re dumb but
    • But.
    • But…. .. ..
    • He doesn’t have the chance to really dwell on it because you continue digging yourself a hole to throw yourself in to.
    • “LIKE, I MEAN – part of why he looked good is the color of the dress, it really brings out his eyes! And he’s really elegant in heels! And he was photographed pretty well!” …As the excuses pile up, Vanderwood gets more and more embarrassed, until they can’t take it anymore and abruptly leave the chat.
  • The next time you two meet in person, things are awkward.
  • It’s Seven’s fault that you met; he told you that he was going to help you get a video game you really wanted, and he told Vanderwood that he was going to go clothes shopping with him, and when you both arrived at the appointed meeting location, all you found was each other.
  • You both considered just leaving, but…
  • Vanderwood was still thinking about what you said, and you’re still thinking about how he left without saying a word and it’s not like you’re worried that you offended him, okay??? You just wouldn’t??? Want to be a jerk…?
  • You both start speaking at once – Vanderwood, to ask you if you really think he’s pretty, and you, to ask if you’d upset him. You say he can go first. He says you can go first. You both end up saying what you’re thinking, and for the first time, you really talk.
  • It goes well. Vanderwood is flattered, and you can’t believe how cute he looks when he gets shy and blushes. So, you suggest – in the interests of pissing Seven off – that maybe you should not take his bait and have a comically ridiculous fight, and instead just… hang out? And later, neither of you will rise to his teasing and just be cool about it?
  • Right, Vanderwood says. That’ll show him.
  • So the both of you go on a date have a good time. And it’s so successful in taking everyone off guard that you do it again.
  • And again.
  • And again.
  • “Man,” you laugh after date excursion number fifteen. “Can you imagine how much everyone would FLIP OUT if we held hands?”
  • Hahahahaha wow yeah that sure would make everyone flip out, vanderwood says, audibly sweating. Totally because it’s so ridiculous that we’d do that
  • You’re like, YEAH, we should totally do it. Get back at Seven!
  • In the weakest voice possible, vanderwood is like “okay.”
  • You get the reaction you wanted. Everyone freaks out. And Vanderwood continues to look SO CUTE while blushing.
  • …So you do it again. And again. And it’s not that you like him, you’re just – teasing him! Bullying him! Making fun of him! Which is why you compliment him. And buy him flowers. And take him out to his favorite concert, and then he buys you flowers, and takes you to a convention that you really wanted to go to, and why you go stargazing together, and the two of you look at each other, and he looks so pretty in a dark quiet field and you just
  • Kiss him.
  • Because that’ll show everyone, right???
  • RIGHT.
  • Oh my god you’ve been dating for three months what the fuck happened

She wanted her OWN chair in the waiting room….

Lupron injections ARE DONE. Her pelvis is back to normal (no more eggies) and all she needs is some milk thistle for her liver. At the sanctuary, the conditions were disgusting and deplorable and she ate god knows what, so it’s looking a lil shabby BUT milk thistle is good to help clean and buffer it so she can be EVEN HEALTHIER

They did look at her heart though and it’s very healthy and strong :’) the doc (who one Humanitarian of the Year award in Canadian veterinary Medicine this year) said I should be really proud for saving her and giving her this life.

I’m just so happy Rose is all okay thank God (♡μ_μ)