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hi hello my friend doesn't believe me when I say Sherlock is gay and John is bi could you please answer this with stuff to prove her wrong I'm about to go crazy

Hi Lovely! 

Oh gosh, it would take me forever to compile a list, as I have a tonne of meta. First, let me direct you to my blog tags:

Alright, let me see if I have any posts that best explain their sexualities:

Those are just the “simple” examples. If you want to go deeper into the subtext, I suggest learning about all the mirrors for John and Sherlock’s relationship (like the gay innkeepers), the use of suggestive lighting, and the drink code.

I hope these help you out a bit!

Okay, who wants to be tagged?

I’m super close to having 22,000 of you wonderful humans following my blog! I get a ton of asks about tagging (so that you don’t miss my fics), and I haven’t really done that up to this point unless it was a special occasion. But I’d like to, as a thank you to those of you who show me so much love! As I have some time off work right now, this is the best time to do it. So READ CAREFULLY and tell me what you want to be tagged in!

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Actor taehyung is cold and tsundere and has a huge fanbase but how could he not being tall,tan and handsome but with tattoos and amazing acting skills and but here is beauty guru yoongi breaking gender roles with his long hair and beat makeup and sometimes he wears dresses and everyone is so blessed and one day at a event they both are attending yoongi slips on the stairs cause he is wearing a long stain dress and heels and falls into taehyung arms and it’s lowkey love a…….first site and people are lowkey shook because tae only friends are famous idol and dancer jikook and that is and yoongi is kind of a social butterfly and they tease everyone about their relationship and yoongi doing videos and all you here is this deep voice in the background and posts snapchats of tae gripping his thigh cause that is his rose tattoo on the back of his hand showing and postingon instagram someone sucking hickeys on his neck with some lovesick caption ab………. and is that taehyung new lavender hair…….


Taehyung is highkey greasy as fuck and flirty when Yoongi trips on his dress he manages to land in Taehyung’s arms and the first thing Taehyung does is smirk and let out a very playful “Looks like you fell for me.” followed by an eyebrow wiggle that makes Yoongi himself giggle. 

“I guess i did.” 

Yoongi bats his long lashes at Taehyung as the actor helps him stand up straight and when Taehyung looks he sees one of the straps on Yoongi’s heel;s have come loose so he bends down and fixes it but also lets his fingers brush against Yoongi’s leg pulling a loving shiver from the pretty pale boy. It just makes Taehyung look smug as fuck as everyone watches them because Yoongi is literally so fucking beautiful every SHOULD be looking at him. 

Taehyung pulls Yoongi closer to him once he stands back up straight and  keeps his arm wrapped firmly around Yoongi’s waist as they walk over to a table because he really can’t let this beautiful boy leave without getting his number. He’s a total gentleman pulling Yoongi’s chair out for him and leaving everyone shocked because Kim Taehyung is literally the most mysterious person ever yet there he is spoiling Min Yoongi of all people. 

That night ends with Yoongi leaving a bright red  kiss mark on Taehyung’s cheek and a paper with his number in Taehyung’s suit jacket. 

They don’t really mean to show off. Or at least Yoongi doesn’t mean too but it kind of happens. He’s very active on social media as that’s what got him his popularity so it’s normal for him to post on Snapchat and talk to his “babies” as he calls his fans. One day though, when he post, it’s a video and it’s dark outside but you can definitely see Yoongi’s thigh on display from the short shorts he’s wearing and the camera totally moves to show the tattooed hand gripping the leg his has on display before Yoongi lowers one of his own hands to interlock with the one holding his thigh and he laughs. 

“Aren’t my new nails pretty?” 


He also happens to post a new picture on instagram and like in the picture there’s shirtless guy with lavender hair SITTING against a bathroom counter and Yoongi is hugging him so his face is displayed in the mirror but the lavender haired guy’s isn’t and Yoongi has his fingers in the guy’s hair and the guy has his face buried in Yoongi’s neck and holding onto Yoongi’s hips. 

At first no one knows who it is but then a Taehyung fan notices the wings the guy has tattooed on his back match Taehyung’s and there are also scratches on the guy’s back and the closer people look they can see hickies on Yoongi’s shoulder and yeah the internet freaks the fuck out because TAEGI IS FUCKING IN FAM!!

Yoongi just captions the picture with a very cheeky “This kitty has claws.” because Yoongi is also known for his long nails. 

Taehyung too post from time to time and like everyone is seriously questioning what is going on between them so finally Taehyung shows up to an award show with Yoongi dressed damn sexy on his arm and like when a reporter ask what is happening between them Taehyung just smirks and grabs Yoongi’s ass and kisses him. Yoongi blushes but loves it like YASSS TAEHYUNG YASS BABY GRAB THAT ASS. 

They make headlines and Yoongi is a happy spoiled prince for his boyfriend~~

marykay91 replied to your post: I refuse to let Tumblr ruin this show for me

Would you possibly be willing to do a promo post of positive blogs? I’ve been doing a lot of unfollowing lately because of the rwdeness and want more RWBY on my dash without the nastiness. (I am extraordinarily grateful for your continued positivity)

@the-maine-meta, @cockbiteproductions, @rwby-fan, @rwbyhiatuscountdownblog, @blakebellatuna, @aubreysux, @loveable-rwby, @sniperct, @yangsmash, @ridleybelle, @everything-rwby

I probably missed a few, but off the top of my head these are some favorites. Not all of these blogs are 100% RWBY, but they post a lot of it and it’s just good content without drama and negativity. Recommend them all :) 

Learning How to Love Chapter Three, Day Eight: Stay with Me

Hello everyone! To all those who read the first two chapters of this fanfiction, here is the newest chapter! Thank you so much to all who read/liked/reblogged/replied to my original posts. I am beyond grateful for all the wonderful reactions and excitement that followed my previous chapters. I hope you all enjoy the latest chapter!

I just wanted to add that this chapter is a bit of a doozy at about 9,000 words, so I thought I’d give fair warning that it may take a while to get through. (Sorry for the long post, I’m not even sure how I got here… *facepalm*) Also, please don’t hesitate to let me know if you’d like me to tag you in future chapter posts, as I am more than happy to do so!

To those of you who haven’t read the first chapters and would like to, here are links to each: 

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Note: As always, MC will be referred to as MC in this story in the third person instead of blanks or Y/N. In addition, this story contains minor spoilers for Jumin’s route.

Now, buckle up for some feels, fellow Jumin-lovers.

Chapter Three, Day Eight, Part Two: Stay with Me

For a long time MC simply sat at the end of the bed, staring at the door as silence fell upon the apartment. She still couldn’t believe that Elizabeth the Third had run away after a lifetime of heartfelt care, regardless of Jumin’s extreme measures to ensure her safety as of late. Furthermore, the cat hadn’t seemed frustrated or irate so much as melancholy, as if she missed her owner and his frequent affections. Had she read the cat all wrong? And how could she vanish into thin air in a matter of seconds? Surely a housecat wasn’t that fast or stealthy, even Jumin had been puzzled by such an anomaly. Though she hadn’t witnessed the exact moment of her disappearance, MC was sure that there was more to this disaster than first appeared. Somebody must have facilitated her escape. But who would do this? And how could they infiltrate the penthouse while it was under perpetual lockdown? Her mind was reeling, full of questions as she tried to make sense of what happened in the space of minutes.

But more importantly, she was worried about Jumin. She had a feeling he was going to blame himself for the cat’s postulated escape, and it was abundantly clear that he was in a precarious mental state right now. He had undergone severe emotional trauma in the short span of three days, and she knew that with each support system he lost his feelings would only build until he reached a breaking point. There was no possible way she could leave him like this, not when he had begged her so earnestly to remain. He thought he was being unreasonable asking her to stay, but MC felt it less a product of obligation and more a product of care. She couldn’t stand to see somebody so important to her in so much anguish and at such a loss as to what to do. She knew it must have been especially unnerving for Jumin, who had always been so self-assured and relied on his ability to control his environment to protect himself. Despite every precaution, that which he feared most had still occurred, and he was struggling with the profundity of the loss. Every single individual he was comfortable being vulnerable with was now gone, without any guarantee as to when or if they would re-enter his life.

Though she wasn’t sure what was the best way to help him, MC was determined to listen and stay with him, invariable in her support. Because she knew that sometimes, all a person really needed was somebody to be there. People weren’t as simple as stitching their wounds, like a cherished, age-worn stuffed animal whose velveteen coating had ripped and was in need of a steady hand, needle, and thread. People were infinitely more complex than that. She felt it supremely unfair that everybody, even the members of the RFA, were expecting him to handle such extreme circumstances and unprecedented hardships with a maturity that had never been properly cultivated within him. And more importantly, without the proper succour anyone would need while coming to terms with one shattering loss after another and the subsequent, newfound emotions that were jarring him with every second. He needed more time, and he needed the security of somebody who cared for him beyond personal gain that accepted every part of who he was, gently guiding him on the tumultuous path to understanding himself. And she wanted to be the one to help him feel safe, both to repay him for taking her into his home and protecting her, but also because she felt compelled to help him beyond rational thought. Perhaps it was too soon to think that she loved him, but she certainly felt wondrous, fluttering things for the altruistic, quirky man. There was nothing she wanted more than his happiness, the one thing that seemed to elude him his entire life no matter the resources or wealth at his disposal.

With renewed fortitude, she began to wrack her brain for ways to help search for Elizabeth the Third when her phone vibrated, a tiny gray flash winking at her as she opened the messenger. Zen had awoken in a perceptibly positive mood, revelling in his own beauty as she realized she could help by spreading the word in the messenger while Jumin was otherwise preoccupied. Before she could think to send a greeting, she underscored Elizabeth’s current disappearance as quickly as possible. If her sudden, uncharacteristic lack of decorum and inability to humor him didn’t communicate the seriousness of the situation, Jumin’s sudden interjection and subsequent inability to focus on correcting Zen’s unflattering nickname for the cat certainly did. Jumin went on to explain that her escape was a result of hatred for him, which MC refuted immediately as Zen helped bolster her claim.

Even though she had anticipated his reaction, it didn’t hurt any less to hear him think he deserved to be hated. Before they could prove it to him further, he changed the subject, as if he didn’t think he deserved to be absolved from the blame he placed on himself and sought to thwart their good-natured attempts. Instead he asked her to stay at the penthouse again, clearly plagued by the thought of her disappearing too even as he searched for Elizabeth. After reassuring him that she would continue to stay and that he would find the cat, he agreed and begged her to stay again, all the while apologizing for his incessant fear of being left alone. Her heart ached that he felt guilty for asking for help, especially when his requests were always genuine and humble. All he wanted was solace.

Before she could assuage his concerns further he asked the RFA to contact him should they see Elizabeth or encounter further information regarding her whereabouts, so distraught that he left the chat without another word. If there was one thing she had learned about Jumin in the past few days, it was that his decision to be silent spoke volumes regarding how he was feeling. He became so overwhelmed by the intensity of his own emotions and his desire to conserve his energy to supercede the problem that he couldn’t bear any form of social interaction, lest others use his momentary, susceptible confusion for their own gain or mock him as they had in the past. He was so accustomed to solving every problem he had ever encountered alone, it wasn’t surprising that he considered input from others an invasion, a cacophony, of sorts.

After expressing further concerns to Zen and hoping that his strange dream days ago wasn’t a harbinger of what was to come, she listened as he returned the conversation to his career. She was relieved to find that, though Zen was busy and meeting a famous director they could invite to the party, he was being much more considerate and sensitive about Jumin’s situation unlike a few days ago. She wondered if Jumin’s demeanor toward her had finally proved to Zen that he was more than capable of caring about others and deserved to be cared for in return. With a final, short reassurance that he would do his best to aid the search, he left the messenger.

Restless and unable to think of a way she could help that Jumin hadn’t either already thought of in his systematic approach or had greater resources to accomplish, she settled for continuing her preparations for the party. Since she made the decision to stay and look after him as well as host the party, she used the time to get ahead so that she could help him address the problems he was facing without distraction when he returned. Furthermore, he wouldn’t need to feel guilty about her inability to return to Rika’s apartment if she completed everything in the penthouse anyway. She spent an hour or two answering emails, updating the guest list, and organizing possible caterers and venues when her phone vibrated and flashed gold. Jaehee…?

After saving her progress and any lingering thoughts she wanted to remember for later, she opened the messenger to encounter a distraught Jaehee alone at work. Upon request, MC explained Elizabeth’s escape and Jaehee responded with clear exasperation. The situation had only escalated despite her hope that MC would relieve Jumin’s dysfunctional reaction to his father’s unreasonable demands. When MC apologized for being unable to help more, Jaehee reassured her that there was no way to anticipate Elizabeth the Third’s disappearance and thanked her instead. In accordance with everyone else’s concerns, Jaehee expressed a wariness about her staying with Jumin while he was in such a volatile state, and the hacker that remained an unyielding threat. But MC knew that if anything, she was safer and more comfortable in the penthouse. Not only was she no longer forced to be alone all day long, she also wasn’t afraid to leave to retrieve something beyond the walls of her new home. Whenever she wished to leave, she was accompanied by Jumin’s genial and patient bodyguards, always following at a respectful distance and keeping her safe.

She remembered when she was in Rika’s apartment and always retained a lingering wariness, wondering when the hacker would return to the place where only they could find her. Seven and V’s secrecy hadn’t helped either, they increased her suspicion that the apartment was hiding more secrets than they let on, making it hard to sleep or relax as soon as she remembered that fact. Not unlike Zen’s uneasy feeling after the dream he had regarding Elizabeth the Third, she too felt a nagging disquiet that something had not been quite right about Rika or her apartment, even if she wasn’t quite sure why. Furthermore, she wasn’t afraid of Jumin at all, regardless of everyone else’s overabundant distress. She wanted to stay until he felt well enough be on his own with no negative repercussions to his mental health. She knew that the party was important to the members of the RFA, but nothing could be worth the cost of his well-being.

With a few more errant musings regarding Elizabeth’s perpetually elusive motive for running away, Jaehee returned to her looming mountain of work after promising to contact MC if Jumin eventually decided to appear.

As soon as she closed the messenger and began to review her notes, she heard the sound of the elevator opening and collective footsteps moving towards the suite. She strained to make out the muffled sound of a conversation occurring outside the door, about to rise from her position to walk closer when an acute tone sounded and the door handle twisted. His familiar, lofty form crossed the threshold with slow movements, as if he was reluctant to face MC and reveal his inability to find Elizabeth. Adjusting his cufflinks, he walked over to where she sat with a sigh. She observed with surprise that there wasn’t a single hair or thread out of place since he left earlier that morning. The only evidence of his dismay and exhaustion the constant fidgeting of his fingers and downcast blankness of his eyes.

“I’m sorry for coming home so late…” He managed after taking her in, methodically scanning every inch of her with his penetrating gaze for any hint of possible danger or discomfort since his absence. “You were safe.” He added, his voice softer, and so heavy with relief that it wasn’t a reminder that was meant for her.

“What about Elizabeth?” MC asked tentatively as she sat up, scooching closer to the side of the bed where he stood. She wanted to get a chair for him to sit in, but the lingering tension in his shoulders made her wonder if he preferred to stand.

“I couldn’t find her.” He admitted. “I can’t believe this…I can’t believe that I still haven’t found her…” Considering the remarkable lengths he had gone to, she couldn’t either. Her brows furrowed at how hopeless he appeared as he stared at the ground, aching to comfort him but not knowing how. “She could have left the building.” Well, it did seem like the only possible explanation at this point. “Cats can get around places that people can’t see, so she must have found a way. She even avoided the thermal cameras. Do you think she ran that fast? I honestly have never seen her run so fast.” He said with dazed surprise. He was confirming her suspicions with every anxious word flowing from him, as baffled as she had been until she had considered the possibility of a facilitating party. “She always used to stretch leisurely at home.” He remarked, distracted as he looked over to the other side of the room, as if saying it out loud could make it a reality again. “Over there…on the center of that sofa, she’d meow every morning looking towards my bed.” He shook his head as the memory lingered, at odds with his cruel reality. “I can’t believe that she’s not here…I wish this were a dream.” His left hand rose to massage the space above his eyes with a restless fervor, as if to assuage a merciless, oncoming headache.

“Jumin… don’t be so sad.”  MC entreated, “We’ll find her.”

“Yes, we will. Alive or not…we’ll find her.” He agreed, somewhat pacified. “But, more than that…I can’t accept the fact that she tried to run away from me. I feel like all the love I’ve given her for years has gone to waste. How do I express how I’m feeling right now…?” He paused as he struggled to encompass a sensation she knew couldn’t entirely be captured by words. A wound so deep that some, including her, couldn’t escape from its effects. “I feel as if I’ve been betrayed…this bitter sadness that eats away a part of my heart.” His hand rose to clench the fabric above his chest until his knuckles blanched, as if ripping it out meant he could return to normal. “Why am I like this? It’s very unlike me.” He looked down at the way his arm had moved of its own accord like he couldn’t recognize himself, shaken as he hastened to lower it.

There was a brief moment of silence as she waited, watching him close his eyes and take a deep breath to steady himself with marginal success.

“MC,” The hoarse word made her eyes flash to his, surprised by the sudden sound. She was met with a creased expression torn between shame and desideratum, his captivating eyes dull and indistinct like an overcast sky trying to decide if it will rain. “can’t you stay a bit longer with me?”

She reached for his hand without thinking and squeezed his fingers lightly, smiling. “I’ll be here until you feel better, Jumin. You can trust me.” She promised, gazing at him without judgement or discontent, only unwavering patience and tranquility.

His eyes widened at the cold contact of her hand before he tightened his fingers in return as soon as he understood the gesture, a weak smile surfacing. “Thank you, MC….” His other hand moved to cover the top of hers to warm her extremities, reverent and full of regret as he continued. “It hasn’t been long since we’ve met, I don’t want to burden you…Damn…” He cursed uncharacteristically, the word laden with helpless frustration as his brows furrowed. “It’s hard to control my emotions.”

“I’m sorry that I can’t be peaceful.” He let go of her hand, his gaze on the floor, too ashamed to meet her eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was just low enough for her to hear, her chest tightening with every word. “I hate myself like this.” He admitted, “It’s the first time I feel like I’m hitting rock bottom.” With his shoulders curled inward and his head lowered, hands limp at his sides, he was a mere shadow of the man everybody envied.

Unable to watch him berate himself, she stood from the bed and wrapped her arms around his torso, laying her head against his chest. “It’ll be okay,” She murmured, “I promise.”

He stiffened, staring at her form with surprise before he cautiously placed an arm around her waist, the other falling across her shoulder blades. He revelled in her placating warmth, both of body and spirit, calmed by the scent of the lavender shampoo he had provided the night before. With each passing minute he grew more and more at ease, the orientation of his limbs less forced and formal with the unfamiliar act, melting into her embrace and stroking her long hair.

They were reluctant to part until two abrupt raps at the door made them recoil simultaneously, both apologetic as they pulled away. If she didn’t know any better she could have sworn a sullen pout crossed his face before it vanished as quickly as it came, his gaze landing on the door with a sigh. She noticed with relief that he appeared much more relaxed, his movements fluid and unhurried.

“It must be my bodyguard. Maybe they have some news?” He walked to the door, opening it expectantly to reveal a young man in a similar suit and a briefing earbud, grimacing.

“Mr. Han, Miss Sarah has come for you.”

She watched as the hand he had used to open the door whitened, a dangerous silence settling in the room as the air charged with palpable hostility. “The worst woman at the worst timing,” Was all Jumin said at first. He didn’t sound cross so much as annoyed, like she was a pesky, buzzing fly he couldn’t be rid of.

“Sarah says she knows something about Elizabeth the Third.” The guard continued with clear reluctance.

She could almost feel Jumin’s impatience. Why didn’t you tell me that in the first place? Was all she heard as he crossed his arms, tapping a forefinger at his left elbow. “What does she know?”

“Er… she says that she must tell you face to face.” The man admitted. Jumin nodded, giving him clearance and turned to MC as the door shut behind him, walking over to where she stood.

His lips were pursed into a thin line. “…I don’t want to let that woman in and I’m sure what she has to say is a lie…but should I let her in?” He deliberated, repulsed to the core of his being before he sought her counsel. “What do you think, MC?”

She thought about it carefully before replying, worried about Sarah’s intentions but knowing that they needed all the help they could get to find Elizabeth.  “Nothing bad will come out of hearing some information. You can judge whether or not what she says is helpful.”

“Thank you for believing in me.” He was relieved by her faith in his ability to remain rational despite everything that had happened, bolstering his resolve to handle the coming minutes with a level-head.

“It’s highly likely that she thinks of this situation as an opportunity…” He noted dispassionately. He was so accustomed to people trying to use him that she knew it was part of the reason he had chosen not to feel for so long. After all, if people were only going to hurt and disappoint you, what was the use in letting them?

“If I think that the information she provides is useless, then that will give me all the more reason to never see her face again…I wish that woman would just say ‘I have Elizabeth the Third. Give me your money.’ Like a villain.” He brooded with a frown, “Let’s hope for it…”

As soon as there was another knock and he opened the door, his mouth became a reticent and indifferent line, revealing nothing as the red-head chirped from the threshold.

“Jumin! Oh my~! You look so tired! But no need to worry. I, Sarah, am here so everything will be solved!” She cooed, each word oozing with feigned compassion. “Can I come in?” She asked demurely, undressing him with her eyes. MC hands clenched into fists at the sight.

Jumin’s arms folded over his chest, uncompromising. “First, let me hear what you have to say.”

Her expression hardened and her hand landed on her hip, her elbow jutting out as her smile morphed into an indignant pout. “You’re just going to keep me here standing? That’s mean even with the depressing situation. All the security guards are watching~ I want to talk to you alone~!” She winked. “And! If someone has taken the trouble to visit you, shouldn’t you at least say hello? I’m about to feel quite upset.” She warned with a petulant sniff.

“Hello. I highly admire your tenacity.” He replied dryly with no inflection. MC stifled a giggle at the underlying edge to his compliment, one that Sarah clearly didn’t register as her face scrunched in bewilderment.

“Tenacity?” She said the word blankly, as if it were an alien insult, deterred by his unwavering lack of expression. “An–anyways, loosen up that face! After I found out that you lost your cat, I’ve been calling everywhere to tell me if they’ve seen a cat like Elizabeth.” She brightened again, fishing for praise.

Like hell Jumin was going to give it to her. “And?” MC watched as his finger lifted and fell at his elbow, impatience befalling him again. So much time and not a single bit of useless information. Get to the point.

“And then, not even ten minutes later, I got a call saying they found the cat! How lucky don’t you think?” She said with a smirk as she sashayed a step closer to where Jumin stood, despite a guard’s barked warning behind her in response. MC watched the hand Jumin had on his elbow sink into his flesh for a minute before he forced his fingers to relax, his forefinger returning to its rhythmic tapping. Had he been…frightened…by her advance? “See, you and I are meant to be with each other. You lost something and I found it. What would you do without me~? Haha.” She continued, enjoying every minute in which she had such a powerful, unresponsive man at her mercy.

MC looked on with disgust and a desire to soothe him, but she knew her presence would only make things escalate further and potentially eradicate an essential new lead.

“Where is that cat?” He waited, unperturbed.

“It’s not with me yet~ There is a photo…” She enticed with building suspense, “do you want to see it?”

Jumin was as apathetic as ever. “Yes, I do.”

“But you are still going to keep me here outside?” Her despair was laced with venom, “I’ll show it to you when I get in, okay?” She insisted.

Jumin would not budge. “I will see the photo first.”

“I’ll show you when I get in!” She shrieked like a harpy, furious that she was unable to sway him to her will as Jumin’s bodyguard restrained her before she could trespass.

“Don’t force your way in!” The man commanded. “Mr. Han…are you okay, sir?” He asked, his face flashing with concern.

Jumin nodded. “I’m fine.” Then looked to Sarah with a bored expression, like a tired parent would a tantruming child. “God…if you want to come in so desperately, then I suppose I have no choice.”

The security guard’s expression hardened, looking to Sarah with mistrust. “Call me if anything happens.”

“I will.” Jumin assured.

The guard closed the door behind her as she stepped inside a few feet from the threshold.

“I’m not a stranger you know! I just want to enter my fiance’s house! What’s the fuss all about!?” Sarah returned to her beaming and affectionate countenance as soon as she entered, acting as though their reaction to her behavior was completely unwarranted.

As soon as she caught sight of MC, however, her expression darkened. “What? But who is that woman?” Unalterably saccharine as she narrowed her eyes at MC standing beside the bed.

Jumin immediately stepped closer to MC, standing in front of her to obscure her from Sarah’s view. “Show me the photo.”

“Your hidden lover?” She accused, sneering at them both.

MC stifled her belligerence, mimicking Jumin’s approach instead to ensure that she didn’t say or do anything rash. Even if MC wanted to claw Sarah’s eyes out, she didn’t want to give her more ammunition to pressure Jumin into marriage. “It’s nothing like that…First show us the photo of Elizabeth.”

“Oh my, look at that girl lying through her teeth! What the hell are you doing in my fiance’s house in the middle of the day?” Sarah stormed, leaning over Jumin to glower at her as MC remained unimpressed.

Jumin’s eyebrow rose, his response wry as he stepped in front of her line of vision again. “…Who’s whose fiance?”

“Jumin, no need to be shy. I know everything~I’m sure she’s just a hook up. I’m not a woman who makes fusses about these things.” She looked to her elongated crimson nails, manicured to perfection, unabashedly to display her superiority. “You work in the big league. I’m sure this is nothing. Marriage is a much more sacred bond than meaningless desire. I’m old enough to know everything.” His answering glare was so ferocious that the woman began to shrink back, her haughty confidence waning. “Alright, alright. Don’t look at me like that~!” She said with a nervous laugh, backing down immediately to try to compensate for her mistake. “You’ll feel much better if I show you the photo.” She rummaged through her designer bag until she pulled out the image with triumph.

“Now, here!” She said as she thrust it before Jumin’s eyes. “It’s her, right?”

“…” Jumin rubbed one of his temples after a few seconds.

She pretended to be perplexed by his lack of response. “It’s Elizabeth.”

His hand fell back to his forearm. “Unfortunately, it’s not.” The following sharp exhale was a testament to his exasperation, as if he felt foolish for believing her in the first place. I don’t know what I was expecting.

“What? Look closer! All cats kind of look alike. White fur and blue eyes! It’s her. What do you mean it’s not her? Maybe…the photo didn’t come out as well? It be Elizabeth if you actually see her. Do you want to go see her with me?” Sarah rambled, frantic to ensnare him.

“I must refuse.” The words were like the harsh slam of a gavel in a hushed courtroom.

Her hand lowered as she boomeranged to the wounded victim persona, hoping guilt would compel him. “You have no idea how hard it was for me to find a similar looking cat in such a short time. Jumin, are you really going to be this rude?”

“I’m afraid I cannot see you off…I will call someone to escort you.” He replied, cordial and nonplussed.

“You should at least offer to make your fiance a cup of tea~!” Her cheerful laughter was stunted and dissonant as it collapsed into itself.

“That will not happen.” He said firmly, “And I hope we do not have to see each other ever again. I will tell father about what happened today.” he continued, as casually as one would about tomorrow’s weather forecast.

“E-ever again…?” She was so horrified by her complete inability to manipulate him to her owns whims that all she could do was mimic him until she could think of another way to retaliate. MC shouldn’t have been surprised to find it would only take her a minute to recover.

“What!? Are you breaking up with me?” She accused, clutching her chest as though she were heartbroken.

His retort was so matter-of-fact it became caustic. “Break up? How strange of you to say that when we have never been together. If you thought that exchanging a few words was being together, then you are delusional.” MC looked on, mouth agape. Damn, she was going to need a fire extinguisher if the conversation continued at this rate. “In addition, that photo of the cat can easily be found online. You must be very confident in my father’s support to shamelessly walk into my house with such a photo.” He finished with no shortage of acerbic scorn.

“I…I must have been tricked…!” She cried lamely.

He remained unreservedly candid. “Will you please leave? I do not wish to further waste my time, as I must find my cat. I will tell father that you brought a fake photo of my cat to win over my affections. If my father has any sense left in him at all, he will stop talking about marriage.”

“Wait, Jumin, don’t try to call off the marriage on your own!” She hastened to stop him. “Is it because of that woman?” She thrust a belligerent finger toward MC, “I’m going to tell Mr. Han first!! That you have another woman!” She informed him triumphantly, determined to make him the villain in every scenario she conjured regardless of the truth.

“…” Despite Jumin’s resolution to remain stoic throughout the conversation, a thunderous scowl appeared on his face at the mention of besmirching MC, the weight of his mercury glower heavy and toxic.

MC watched as Sarah’s eyes widened and she stumbled a step back, recoiling and stuttering. “What, you two are in love or something? That assistant didn’t mention anything like this!”

“Hey!” She shouted at MC, too afraid to lash out at Jumin while he was ostensibly seething. “If you think that you’re going to get a Frada bag by being with him, make sure I don’t catch you! I don’t know where you came from, but rich families have a reputation to keep up! So don’t even think about doing something funny!” She threatened as Jumin bristled further, his ire only cooling when it was clear MC was unaffected by Sarah’s empty malice.

“Sarah, I’m Jumin’s friend.” MC clarified her intentions, “Please watch what you say.” She cautioned further.

“Friend…? Friend when you are alone with him at his house?! And it looks like you spent the night here.” She gestured to the unmade bed where MC had been working on the RFA party preparations. “And what are those pancakes!? It’s so obvious!” She ranted at the sight of breakfast’s remnants on the dining room table.

“Oh, I forgot to clean the plates this morning.” Jumin remarked in a low murmur to himself, shocked at his own forgetfulness. She wondered if he had ever been shaken enough about something in his entire life to make him overlook even the most menial task. “I should have called a maid…” He trailed off, distracted. MC made a note to do them later that night, since there was no reason to leave them sullied when she was more than capable of washing them.

Sarah, of course, was dismayed by how quickly she lost his attention. “Are you pretending you can’t see me now? Jumin! How could you do this to me!? Mr. Han loves you so much… How could you be so rude to me when he picked me! I can’t just leave like this!” She screeched, reverting to her tactic of plaguing him with guilt at the slightest mention of Jumin’s father and his wishes.

“…You’re hurting my ears. Seriously, why did my father bring this woman?” He muttered to himself, pressing an ear to his hand and gazing at it as if he were expecting to find blood.

“I’m hurting your ears? Then listen to me!” She screamed even louder as both he and MC cringed at the extreme sound.

Jumin sighed, bereft of all hope of ending Sarah’s attempts to coerce him into marriage in some kind of a civil manner. “I wanted to end this quickly because MC is watching…” There was a transient, underlying ruefulness in his voice, disappearing as soon as the subject matter changed, “but this reminds me of an episode in a soap opera.”

She gawked at him, bewildered. “Wh-what? What are you saying?”

To some extent, MC was just as confused. Soap opera? Where was he going with this? And he watched soap operas? He was proving to be an even more adorable mystery than she ever could have expected. The thought of him reclining on the bed to watch a soap opera late at night beside a curled up Elizabeth the Third was endearing.

“This has just become unnecessarily troublesome, but I’ll do it for my father. Your fake tears…your timid threats…It’s all so cliche that I can’t help but laugh.” He said, for the first time with a tone that was legitimately robotic. Was he…reciting lines from an actual show?

“I mean it! I’m really going to tell Mr. Han. No use stopping me now.” Sarah warned with immense self-satisfaction, convinced she had finally cornered him beyond any means of escape. She should have known Jumin wasn’t one to yield so easily, especially when it came to things that were important to him, like the rest of his own life.

“I can guarantee that your threats are pointless to me. I’ve gone through this multiple times in the past. You should just use your energy on something else in life…Giving you advice will only be a waste of time so let’s stop it at that…” His recitation simply resumed, unbeknownst to Sarah who was unable to distinguish the difference.

Sarah laughed nervously at his sudden, eerie tranquility, unable to pinpoint his temperament. “Wh–what are you talking about? Anyways, you’re mad at me right now, right? Just be honest!”

“Not yet. I do not get angry very often. But you’ve annoyed me enough to make me talk. I know very well from experience that people like you will do whatever it takes to get what you want. You will have the right skills and even the spontaneity it takes to do it…But people like you easily fall into nihilism once you’ve acquired that wealth you so coveted. I…feel pity. A life filled with pointlessness. But I suppose that’s the life you want?” He inquired, still speaking with that strange, lilting cadence as he mimicked the actor he had seen. How had he managed to memorize so many lines? Had he ever needed them to ward off relentless, materialistic women before? Or had he been so struck by the scene that it had ingrained itself in his memory?

“Wh–what!?” Sarah, meanwhile, was lost.

Perceptive as ever, Jumin simplified his approach. “I’ve been obscenely wealthy ever since I was born. Do you want that for yourself? A couple million, is that what you want?”

“!?” Sarah froze, as if he had hurled the truth like a lance straight through her chest.

“Tell me.” He insisted with a sweep of his arms. “If you ask for it, I might give it to you. You need money, right? It’s nothing to me.” He shrugged, so devilish and insouciant that MC had to look up to make sure it was still Jumin speaking despite the familiarity of his voice.

She was starting to grow concerned. Was he really in control? Sarah had thrown a lot at him in the space of twenty minutes without any intention of backing down, and Elizabeth’s disappearance still weighed on him. “Jumin… I think you’re too emotional right now. Are you okay…!?” She asked anxiously.

His entire body turned at the sound of her voice, a brief smile curving his lips. “I’m fine, MC.” He assured with the utmost patience and gratitude, his gaze imploring her to trust him. The immediate return to his normal behavior made it clear that he was indeed in control, and was only trying to prove a point with this sudden deviation. So she simply nodded and let him continue, communicating that she understood and believed him.

“You–you’re being too harsh! Can you write me a check now?” She teased with a wounded pout, as if to test the waters of his current sincerity to her benefit and retain her status as neglected fiance should she need it again.

“I do not like talking about impossible things.” He said breezily, and MC had to stifle laughter at his devil-may-care attitude. Sarah was really in over her head if she couldn’t even recognize when he was deliberately acting the part she wanted him to play.

Sorrow followed MC’s recognition of his acting finesse though. How long had he pretended to be what people wanted him to be to protect himself or deter their designs to manipulate him?

“So you mean it?” Jumin nodded as he waited. “Th–then…about three million. Then I’ll say no to the marriage.” Her hesitation ebbed as he listened to her terms, her confidence returning. “With the condition that I’ll put it nicely to Mr. Han.” She hastened to add as an afterthought, making sure to keep this agreement from backfiring. “This will be better, I suppose. It’s a win-win then.” She said victoriously as she crossed her arms over her chest, smirking with a superior grin. As if her unerring persistence to coerce somebody into marriage to pocket his hard-earned money for the sake of her own self-indulgence was something to be proud of.

“…Got you.” Jumin grinned as soon as he knew she was finished, sly amusement creeping into his expression.

“Why are you smiling?” She asked, her haughtiness waning.

“I just repeated some lines from a soap opera I watched.” He with a shrug. “It’s funny that you’re almost replaying that scene for me. Apparently it’s a very popular TV show these days.” He mused, his voice flat and glacial once again.

“What?!” She all but thundered, at her wit’s end with his lack of response and overt mockery. “You were messing with me?!” Like his very life depended on it sweetheart, and to some degree, it did.

“Yes.” He said without preamble or an ounce of pity. MC suddenly wished she had a microphone to drop. But then, judging by his responses in the messenger, there would be a lot of broken microphones to replace and dispose of by the end of the day.

Sarah was inconsolable. “God…! Who the hell do you think you are?” Apparently it was time for the shouting game again. Somehow, Sarah just kept winning.

“Unfortunately, I will be charged with embezzlement if I use company assets for personal means. I’m not keen on being behind iron bars.” Jumin explained coolly.

“Are you out of your mind?” Sarah gazed at him with unconcealed trepidation, as if she truly believed he was mad.

“Yes.” Jumin agreed with vehemence, his impassive demeanor harboring a new edge, each hardened word like stones he was hurling at her. “You’ve managed to come here with a fake photo of my cat you found online and insult my dear MC. My joke is only fair, don’t you think?” The words were saturated with a dangerous brand of curiosity.

Sarah scrambled as she tried to grasp at the shards of what she perceived to be a shattered opportunity. “I’ve never insulted her! And the cat photo…! I… I was tricked too!” She hurriedly changed the subject, trying to displace the blame. “And isn’t it rude that you let another woman in your house when you’re engaged?! And at that, such an average looking girl…!!” She scowled at MC like a woman scorned.

But Jumin cut her off before she could continue, livid. “MC is not an average girl. What you see isn’t everything. You won’t understand even if I explain it to you.” He said with a harsh sigh, forcing the air from his lungs as if each molecule could assist him in flushing her out of his home and reign in his displeasure. “It seems we have nothing more to talk about. Why don’t you leave?” He tried to persuade her calmly again to no avail.

Sarah wouldn’t accept her thorough annihilation as an option, screaming like a tantruming child again, incoherent and insistent. “No! I can’t leave like this! This isn’t fair! No!!”

Jumin was unmoved and rational. “I don’t know what is not fair,” He began,“but if you do not wish to leave, I will use you to do what I want.” Despite his lackluster inflection, anticipation charged his words.

“What are you talking about!?” MC shared her confusion. This was the first time she had ever seen Jumin be so impetuous. And even in his unpredictable state, it was clear that his every last word and parry were meticulously calculated. It seemed less like he was behaving with impulsive disregard, and more like he was choosing to do what he wanted instead of hiding behind rigid formality.

“There was something I wanted to do…” He fiddled with his cufflinks for a moment, as if the prospect made him uneasy and uncertain, “but I just couldn’t come up with a proper excuse.” His brows furrowed, as if he were trying to solve a very long-winded, complex math equation before he simply gave up, satisfied with whatever answer he had conjured to solve the problem. “But this seemed to happen often in soap operas.” He relented with a shrug.

“What’s with the whole soap opera thing?! God, so childish!” Was all Sarah could think to snap, but to MC it made sense to some extent. He probably just considered it easier to use the fitting words other people had fashioned for an occasion he didn’t want to expend any energy on. And it wasn’t like any measure of his own sincerity had been getting through to Sarah. He had gotten the most information regarding her true intentions using this roundabout method, and MC sensed that he was gleaning some measure of entertainment as he watched her entangle herself further into her own web after everything she had done.

Absorbed as the two women were in trying to understand him, MC hadn’t noticed Jumin approach the spot where she stood with even, unhurried strides. When he stopped a foot away from her, she raised her head to meet his unapologetic gaze, incandescent and luminous as a shard of silver reflecting brilliant sunlight. “MC, I’m sorry. It seems you’ll have to excuse me. I had no other way to get her to leave…Yes let’s put it like that.” He deliberated as his eyes landed on the floor and he stroked his chin, satisfied with the motive he had crafted. But as soon as he refocused his attention on MC, desire blazed anew in his eyes, all intensity as he pinned her with  single stare. “And…I was going to do it soon anyways.” He smiled, a hint of bashfulness hiding behind the sheepish curve of his lips.

With a sure step forward, his right hand curled beneath her chin and beckoned her face to his, catching a bit of her hair between his fingers as he did, leisurely admiring the silky texture of the tawny strands. His other hand rose to grip the length of her arm just above her elbow, coaxing her even closer and altering her position. MC was frozen by the shock of his sudden proximity, flushing as she was surrounded by the familiar scent of aftershave and tasteful, smoky cologne. The underlying traces of sweet pancake batter, clinging to his skin, were a bittersweet reminder of their placid morning together. Warmth radiated from his body and she found herself mesmerized, leaning into his gentle pull as he leaned down and pressed velvet lips to hers.

“Aahh!!!!” Sarah screamed, taken aback. “Wh–what, what are you…!!”

When Jumin finally pulled away after a long moment, yielding to their mutual need to breathe with evident reluctance, MC pried her dazed eyes open. “Ju–Jumin!?” She asked breathlessly, so many questions arising with his split-second decision. Was this really what he wanted? Was she terrible at kissing? Why was she so upset that he had stopped?

“Shh…” His low voice was a languid murmur against her lips, equally drugged by the kiss. “You’re blushing.” He sighed blissfully as he leaned his forehead against hers for a moment, a smile like none other she had ever seen lighting his face before he leaned forward again.

“You’d better close your eyes. Focus on your senses.” He breathed, his silvery voice entrancing as he slanted and molded his mouth to hers again, MC’s hands landed and fisted at his chest as she melted into his embrace and responded in kind. His heady eyes opened mid-way through the lip-lock, intent and watchful as they took in her reactions with burgeoning self-satisfaction and amazement, thrilled that he could make her feel that way.

“Ugh…I’m going to tell Ms. Choi!!” Sarah kept trying to distract him, hoping the threats would compel him to stop.

He pretended Sarah didn’t exist as he continued until he was forced to pull away again, their breathing uneven. “Yes, having an audience for our first kiss takes off the tension.” He mused with contented approval before his half-lidded gaze fell to her mouth swollen with kisses, more than ready to further exacerbate their reddened condition. “Your lips are so warm and soft.” He said with no shortage of wonder, his thumb rising to trace the length of her lower lip. “And…I think I smell a bit of pancake? You’re cute, MC.” She wondered if she had ever seen him so delighted since the moment she arrived, blushing at his indulgent smile as he gazed at her as if she were the only person in the room.

At the sight of his immersion to the point of complete disregard for anything not MC-related, Sarah reached her limit. “How…! I’ve never been so insulted!” She gasped, an even darker shade of red than MC from humiliation as she stomped to the door, yanking her designer handbag over her shoulder.

“God…Finally she’s leaving.” Jumin muttered, sagging with relief before he straightened, returning to his usual demeanor before Sarah could turn around and notice the change.

Jumin…She wanted to ask him about that. She knew he tried to pretend he didn’t care, but something about the way he reacted whenever those women came within a few feet of him nagged at her. It made wonder if there was something more than their flagrantly shallow, materialistic, and clingy tendencies that overwhelmed him.

The door crashed shut with a slam that shook the penthouse, a veritable earthquake as Jumin looked on with a single eyebrow raised and MC jumped in his arms.

“…” He stared at the tiled floor as she looked to him curiously, his ears pink as if he was waiting for an outraged rebuff. He looked more like a child who stole a cookie from the cookie jar than the grown man who had stolen her first kiss. She forced herself not to laugh despite how cute it was, worried he might take it the wrong way. Focus MC, what on Earth just happened.

“Jumin…can we really do this?” She asked, wanting to make sure he considered what he was doing thoroughly. She knew he tended to think most things through to excess, but even he was susceptible to rebounding after losing Elizabeth in less than twenty-four hours. She didn’t want them both to get hurt by being careless.

“To be honest…” He began as his downcast eyes met hers, “I wanted to kiss you from the first moment I saw you.” Was that why he had stared at her so intently the evening before? “I’m sorry if that was so sudden. I wanted you to be comfortable here…Perhaps I’ve bothered you.” He frowned, genuine remorse coloring his expression. “But I don’t regret what I did.”

“Is this appropriate…when Elizabeth is missing?” She asked tentatively, trying to understand the spectrum on which she and his cat stood. Hadn’t he always thought that Elizabeth was the most important individual in his life?

He looked truly hurt by the insinuation, his eyebrows furrowing as he clarified. “This has nothing to do with that. It’s my emotions. And Elizabeth isn’t here, but you are.” He underscored.

“Oh…and I realized something after the kiss. You are indeed different from Elizabeth the Third. The special person who can truly understand me…” He looked to her with lingering astonishment as he explained, since he had always scoffed at others who had tried to convince him of the same truth. “who I can touch and kiss and understand what I’m saying.”

“I’ve known this for a while now.” He acknowledged, as if he was admitting it to himself for the first time just as much as he was to MC. “That I need someone like you, not a cat. And seeing you right in front of my eyes…I feel like I’ve finally gotten what I wanted.” His expression eased, fulfillment and the elusive solace that he had sought for so long relaxing his features. MC watched as he smiled until it reached his eyes for the first time, falling in love with the sight of his unadulterated adoration and contentment.

But it only lasted until a new thought occurred to him, his gaze becoming clear and resolute, losing its bemused quality as he continued. “I don’t want to be a fool who loses what he needs. Elizabeth the Third…Even if I can’t find her again, she is just a cat.” He moved to take her face in his hands, the same enchantment that had surfaced while they had kissed returning and setting his slate eyes aglow despite his seriousness. “But you’re different. You can soak in all of my emotions. You can be mine. That makes me so happy.”

“Jumin…first, calm down. You were worried about Elizabeth a minute ago…” MC cautioned as soon as she remembered how uncharacteristic it was for him to speak about Elizabeth that way. She was afraid she would simply agree with his wishes because it was a reflection of what she wanted, not necessarily as a result of what she knew he needed.

But he shook his head vehemently. “I’ve never been so sure of my feelings. Now that Elizabeth the Third isn’t here….it must be ironic that I’m so happy. But I’ve realized what I truly wanted thanks to my cat going missing.” His thumb traced a reverent line across MC’s cheek without a single trace of uncertainty. “I want you. And I want you to want me too. I mean this.” He finished before MC could question the strength of his conviction again.

MC, though touched by his sentiments, was reminded that they hadn’t known each other long. She knew that they needed to take it slow if they wanted to build a healthy relationship while he was still trying resolve his emotional instability and fear of abandonment. “I think any relationship needs time…Let’s think about it some more.”  She suggested, not opposed to the idea so much as worried he may need more time to accurately process everything that had happened. “First, let’s find Elizabeth.” One step at a time, dear.

“I can understand if you need time. Just don’t leave my side right now.” He agreed despite the following plea, so dejected by her hesitance that his expression visibly creased with worry as he tried to understand what he had done wrong. “I’ll try to be the man who can do anything for you. That’s…that’s what everyone expected from me ever since I was little.” He subsequently promised, as if it was the only way he knew how to keep her beside him. “MC…I won’t say much. Even if it takes time. I want to have everything you are. So just stay here with me.” He said as his hands fell to his sides and he took a step back, his expression carefully blank, petrified that he had offended her or made her feel obligated to comfort him.

Before he could retreat further she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, unable to think of a better way to reassure him that he didn’t need to do anything to be worthy of her care, and that she was there entirely of her own volition, laying her head on his shoulder as he froze. Less than a minute later, trembling arms wrapped around her waist and he buried his face in her hair, holding her tight as if the more the distance between them shrank, the more he could believe her unconditional pledge to stay.

Tagged: @protectjuminhan @likeaquietfantasy @ofmeldingdays @bunnycatalina @jetblckcrow @blakerose-blog

Lmao! So Ichihime people are still stalking

Had someone leave a message on a post that was 3 months old telling me to let it go.

Seriously? I’m fine over here in my Ichiruki world with all my Ichiruki goodies. Obviously some of you IHers and Origos are still mad that Ichiruki continues to go strong and remain strong.

When will they get it that we don’t care? I don’t go in their tag. I don’t reply to their posts unless they reply to MY POSTS which are NEVER TAGGED WITH THEIR SHIP!

Needless to say I have now taking to blocking anyone who seems even remotely IH because of all the Origos constantly stalking the tag and posts looking for validation. This one was immediately blocked too. I read about three words before I said to myself “Rabid Origo” and immediately hit block.

I will never ship Ichihime. I will never acknowledge Ichihime. I will never accept chapter 686. The people who need to get over it are the ones steady coming into the Ichiruki tag looking to cause more shit because their own tag has very little satisfying shipping material.

Your poorly written half-assed ship will never compare to Ichiruki. Ever. You Origos need to GET OVER IT!

Originally posted by illbebachinaminuet

@orocana-joka of course. But unlike Deadman Wonderland and Future Diary that pretty much told me it was gonna fuck me over (and not in a good way. I was super disappointed) this was like “yooooo here is some yaoi get wrecked!” It’s like I was warned that there would be dead bodies but it wasn’t enough.


Hey guys so for my coursework I am writing a piece of how supernatural and the fandom affects people, what it means to you and how it has helped/changed you. (And me, I’ll write about that as well!) So please let me know anything you want to say, it’ll be anonymous but I would just love to hear from you all because you all mean so much to me! I will probably post the work on here once it’s done and good enough for people no to laugh at me. Okay so I’m gonna just tag some randos who I hope love me enough to reblog or reply or whatever ya want to do. Anyone who would like to help me please message me or send an ask or submit or whatever ya fancy. Thanks my loves x
@ohmygoshwirt @deanfudgingwinchester79 @just-a-fangirl-in-training @a-suitable-girl @wolfwrangler @darylfudgingdixon @thedoctorsdonna @keepingcalmisoverratedgoddamnit @blerg42  @someonebeatmetotheurl @i-forgot-adam @spookysamandriel @spookydefendordreamer @dont-dropp @high-on-spn @superstitioussammy @music-x-freak @kefka334 @tree-of-blue-squirrel @wildtendermythologia @ilikefluffycats @tardisdementor @winchester11

well since i’m here to stay, i figured i’d post something like this!! instead of constantly sending new starter calls to the dash there’s this thing, which i’m to refer to instead! periodically this will be reboobed  per each follower milestone i achieve ♥

smackin dat heart means ur letting me:

→ write you a starter whenever i feel the muse for it
→ shoot you an ic inbox if hancock Wants Attention
→ IM you or hit up your inbox with plot ideas i have, or ideas for our muses’ relationship
→ reply to any open starters that you post
→ tag you in random sheet that i feel is relevant to your muse / our muses relationship
→ draw your muse or spend time creating playlists , edits or moodboards about our muses, which i’ll then share with you
→ send you anything i feel is relevant to your / our muses. this can be anything from art to songs to poetry

OOC: Five things

1) I’m blocking personal blogs like crazy. I’m already self-conscious enough about playing Jack, the last thing I need is personals spectating. If you’re RPing off a side blog to your main and I blocked you, let me know via a friend or other account.

2) I’m stuck on mobile yet again, which means deathly slow, no trimming, and all that good stuff. That also means I’m losing notifications of important tags and replies, so if I miss RP stuff, I’m sorry! I’ll try to use the PC later so I can find what I’m missing.

3) I’m also blocking anons left and right. My post about Jack’s medals was meant for my reference, and for co-players to check in case it’s useful for our RP. It’s not intended as gospel or hard fact. I think I mention that’s it’s speculative as a whole. However, blocks aren’t so much for this as they are for the next.

4) I’m not apologizing for playing Jack heterosexual or pairing him with OCs. If it works, it works. You don’t like it, that’s fine. Just know I’m going to keep deleting your asks and blocking, so you might as well not waste your time.

5) This is a great time to thank my friends, because without you guys, I’d surely have bailed already. I dislike doing shoutouts, but today is a special day.

@historyxboy | @opheliaavery - My longest lasting, best, and closest friends, thank you. You make me better at everything and always wait for me.

@anathesniper | @mardxll@electiveamnesia | @lelogedelaveuve | @bloodlotusmagic | @commandergabrielr | @kradeth | @txcticxl - My best new friends, thank you all. Every day is weird and fun, and I love it.

anonymous asked:

Hey there xD uh if I wanted to post something and tag you would that be the way to get you to see the thing?

YES and yes and another yes just in case
i always check tags (unless for some reason i miss something - but if i do, just let me know, throw an ask at me saying “dude, look at the thing” and i will run and look and be amazed) and i also check when people reblog with comments or just write replies to my posts

anonymous asked:

*Curtsies* "#if you can't do Shakespeare without taking shortcuts around the language maybe don't do Shakespeare" ignorant little peasant here, what do you mean by "shortcuts around the language"? What happens with language in the dark world of Shakespearian studies?

*Curtsies* I think that tag will make more sense in context of the original post. Let me know if that and the follow-up don’t answer your question.

Defense of Elia Martell and All Her Fans

So I recently saw a post on the Elia tags that I want to address as a HUGE Elia Martell lover (she is my fave!!!!!!!!!!!!!): I made the reply a separate post because it is quite long. 

First before anything let me say that this is in no way meant to be a personal criticism against the OP or against the Lyanna/Rhaegar shippers at all.  It is simply a defense of my favorite character in the same manner that you have defended yours.

I think this callout post was a bit off the mark. I do not think you addressed what the actual issues Elia fans have with Lyanna and Rhaegar in your defense of them. I greatly disagree with you on certain aspects.

However, Yes!!! I mostdefinitely agree that Lyanna did not steal Rhaegar, he is not an object to be stolen, and he went very willing of his own accord with Lyanna. I agree that he did not choose her because of the color of her skin. Also agree that Elia was an amazing woman who married the wrong man. Rhaegar did not deserve her.

Now, forgive me if I am mistaken but your post seems to suggest that the biggest/only criticism regarding the Lyanna x Rhaegar ship with regards to Elia Martell is that Elia is simply forgotten and that her suffering due to the actions of Rhaegar and Lyanna was not taken into consideration. As someone who has been an Elia Martell fan in the fandom for a while now I completely disagree that this is the case. While that particular criticism has been levied against them it is a rather minor point and really only came up to prominence when the R + L = J theory was confirmed in the show. I mean you really need to only look at the Elia Martell tag on AO3 and see how many Rhaegar x Lyanna stories she has been tagged in. There are more R x L stories on Elia’s tag then there are stories in which Elia is a main character. R x L shippers don’t really forget about her.

The biggest issue with the Lyanna x Rhaegar ship is not that Elia is forgotten but rather that she is often used only as a prop to further the Lyanna x Rhaegar ship. Elia is denied the chance to be seen as a fully fleshed character important in her own terms. The Lyanna x Rhaegar ship often forces Elia to be very one-dimensional while providing Lyanna and Rhaegar the chance to be more developed and multi-faceted. This is done in many ways.

For example, very many times in fanfiction this is done specifically through the villainization of Elia. She is so often portrayed as a bitchy ex-/current wife or an ambitious power hungry snake who simply wants Rhaegar for selfish purposes. And none of these portrayals have any basis in the books (or in the show). This is a sharp contrast to Lyanna and Rhaegar in these same fics who can be having an affair with a/ as a married man with children and yet they have the ability to be kind and gentle souls who don’t want to hurt anyone but simply want to love each other. Elia is used to justify the terrible moral judgement exhibited by Rhaegar and Lyanna, because she is portrayed as just so unlovable and cruel in a way the way she often makes Rhaegar very miserable that she seems to deserve the hurt she gets, and that is what I think bothers Elia fans the most.

And if Elia is not villainized then she is made to be solely and nothing but a victim highlighted only to further the tragic romance of Lyanna and Rhaegar. This is done by completely simplifying Elia and Rhaegar’s relationship, which GRRM himself has stated is complex, and by highlighting the tragedies that Elia has gone through. R x L shippers often use this to emphasize the amount of love Rhaegar has for Lyanna. Elia and Rhaegar’s fondness for her is only brought up to say look even though Rhaegar knows it hurts Elia, his wife and the mother of his children who he is just so fond of, his love for Lyanna is just so strong he cannot stop even if it hurts someone he is fond of. I feel that this is exactly what you are doing although I understand that this was perhaps not the intention.

This is where I really disagree with some of the things that you said. If I may quote you “He was very fond of her, but prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna.” The basic sentiment, apologies if I am wrong, is yeah Elia suffered but Rhaegar and Lyanna really loved each other! In this is same way you have acknowledged Elia and everything that she went through but not truly because at the end she is dismissed for favor of Lyanna x Rhaegar like always. She is made to be a less important character than both Lyanna and Rhaegar. That is the biggest issue I as an Elia fan have. Even when Elia is remembered she is dismissed and never fully acknowledged. Elia is more than just a victim of Lyanna and Rhaegar and more than a wife who pined for Rhaegar. Elia is just as important, as Lyanna and Rhaegar are, to fans like me.

Other things that I completely disagree with that you said “she was forced into a loveless marriage, that she fell in love for Rhaegar but he never loved her back” and that Elia saw “Rhaegar loving his kids but not loving her the way she wanted him to.” This is further victimization of Elia, with no definitive basis, to emphasis that Rhaegar’s one true love is Lyanna and that no one else, despite how hard they tried, could have a part in his heart except for possibly his children. As an Elia fan THAT is what I take issue with. To reduce Elia to a woman Rhaegar could not bring himself to love is doing a HUGE disservice to Elia as a character because she is intimately tied up with Rhaegar as a character. It paints her as pathetic, weak, and not very charismatic because she spent years with him and yet she was unable to gain even a little bit of his affection? It reminds me of the sentiment embodied in the saying “the only one that could love him is his mother.” Elia only has love from her family and she was so lacking that she could not bring anyone else to have any sort of romantic loving affection towards her is what is implied when you paint her like this.  

There is no proof that Elia and Rhaegar’s relationship was “loveless” and that Rhaegar never loved her back. Am I saying I think that Rhaegar completely and fully and whole-heartedly loved her? No, what I am saying is that Elia herself may have a good piece of Rhaegar’s heart. A piece for her that Lyanna does not have. The definition of fond according to dictonairy.com is: having an affection or liking for. Synonyms include: adoring, devoted, doting, loving, caring, affectionate, warm, tender, kind, attentive. Now you might argue that fond has a negative connation for Elia and Rhaegar’s relationship because of what Dany thought. But please do not forget that she came to this conclusion after only knowing about Elia and her children’s death at the hand of the usurper’s because Rhaegar and Lyanna ran away and the one incident that Elia was humiliated at Harrenhall. She, as all of us, have no other information about what Elia and Rhaegar’s relationship was possibly like at other times. And what we do know by GRRM is that Elia and Rhaegar had a complex relationship. To say that Elia had an unrequited love for Rhaegar and that Rhaegar just never liked her back simplifies their relationship a great deal. Perhaps they had a love-hate relationship? Perhaps Rhaegar loved her more at first but then grew distant because it was Elia that could not bring herself to reciprocate? We do not know.

Also about your comparison of Rhaegar and Cersei. To compare Cersei to Rhaegar would be like comparing apples to oranges. Their situations were vastly different. The biggest difference would be Cersei’s affairs did not publicly humiliate Robert and she kept them secret. Even Cersei of all people displayed enough decency to not rub it in Robert’s face. Furthermore, she did not leave Robert (who has much more power and influence than Elia it should be noted as he is her parallel in this example) with two small children trapped with hardly any protection at all. Jaime was the youngest and the least experienced of the Kingsguard. And also once again I 1000% disagree with the claim that Rhaegar was in a marriage like Cersei’s was as is implied when you said “I don’t see people trowing rocks at Cersei for having an affair. She was trapped in a loveless marriage. And so did Rhaegar.”

Rhaegar had a much better spouse than Cersei did. Also this is sort of a contradiction to what you stated before? That Elia did love Rhaegar? Because if she did love Rhaegar than the marriage was not loveless. Also it was indicated in the house of undying vision that Elia and Rhaegar had a relationship with mutual understanding and respect. Elia was aware of the prophecy, the song of ice and fire, and he blatantly tells her the dragon must have three heads. They were clearly open with each other and Elia was one of his confidants. This suggests to me that they had some sort of a friendship. This is a very different relationship than Cersei and Robert I would say.

I agree that it was the Mad King that started the Rebellion but that hardly absolves Rhaegar of any of his crimes? He was responsible for creating the atmosphere that kindled the spark for the rebellion and so to say he had nothing to do with the Rebellion would be quite incorrect.

Also this “Do not blame Lyanna and Rhaegar for seeking love and happiness. Because i’m pretty sure that the last thing Rhaegar wanted was to Elia and his children to die.” No one is blaming Lyanna and Rhaegar for seeking love and happiness. You don’t really need to tell any Elia fans not to do that. To want that is basic human desire. And I have NEVER heard the argument that Rhaegar wanted Elia and his children to die even from the most die-hard Elia fans. The argument that perhaps Rhaegar shares some of the blame for what happened is perhaps the argument you are thinking of? Because that is a completely different.

The issue is that Rhaegar and Lyanna chose that love and happiness at Elia’s (and her children’s) expense. The issue is their selfishness of not thinking of Elia and her children. Simply acknowledging that Elia suffered does not in any way really help to absolve Lyanna or Rhaegar of even an ounce of guilt. Espically when the only humiliation Elia suffered was not just at the tourney but they ran away to Elia’s homeland to make love.  I mean of all places to go they choose the one that would not only be humiliating but is outright disrespectful towards Elia. Could they not have even spared her a thought for that? Plus I mean Rhaegar could have handled the situation much much better. I mean they could have at least given a heads up to Lyanna’s brother Brandon “hey bro I am running away with the crown prince even though he is a married man with two small babies. Don’t do anything stupid.” Or perhaps Rhaegar could have put better protections in place you know like send Elia and the kids on a “vacation” to Dorne where she could be protected by her brother’s and then disappear? Or just left more than one capable guard there? Instead of taking them all for Lyanna? BUT THEY DID NOT THINK OF ANYONE BUT THEMSELVES AND CAUSED SOMETHING THAT LEAD TO THE GRUESOME DEATH OF ELIA MARTELL AND HER CHILDREN. That is what they are blamed for. They did not even bother really factoring Elia into their plans. Are the lives of Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon not worth careful planning? Are they not worth perhaps some delays in Rhaegar and Lyanna’s trip? Let me be clea I place almost all of the blame soley on Rhaegar. He was the one who should have known better. However, if Lyanna was complicit as an accomplice I feel she would also have some blame. Also just because they did not want it to happen, I am also 100 % positive Rhaegar did not want Elia and the children to die either, does not really in any way wash the blood of their hands.

I respect your opinion on these characters but please do not try to shame Elia Martell fans for disliking Lyanna or Rhaegar. They are well within their rights to do so. Rhaegar and Lyanna were a big part of something which led to the humiliation and the gruesome death of their favorite character whether they meant too or not. Fans of Elia Martell who dislike the ship do so on more than the basis of hating Lyanna because she was white or because she got Rhaegar. It has to do more with the treatment of Elia Martell. 

soloragoldsun replied to your post: my nanna gave me oreos yesterday to take home and…

She eats Oreos with a fork? For some reason, that’s freaking adorable.

And smart! Allow me to explain Emmy’s Oreo-eating tactics:

She puts the fork horizontally through the cream center of the Oreo, then dunks the fork into a glass of milk and lets the cookie sit and soften for a minute. Then, she pulls the cookie out on the fork and eats it that way, without ever having to dirty her hands!

Whereas I am a savage that bites off the cream like a starving dog and then dunks the cookie part and eats that separately haha

We may respectively be Ruby and Weiss in every aspect except for our Oreo-eating methods.

pettypingpongpaddle replied to your post: I wish people would stop comparing Nezushi to…

dude… i have yet to see a great mlm ship that isn’t compared to vikturi (why is everything LITERALLY got compared to vikturi???!), the cross-tagging in this fandom is giving me major headache


Like yeah lets get together all these mlm ships that have legit depth and purpose and erase all its meaning to compare it to this mess.