look at these sparkly beautiful people

It pisses me off so much how in the books Parvati and Lavender are just pidgeon-holed as ‘fashion obsessed hair heads’ for most of the books?

I mean, they might not be, but that was the impression pre-teen!me got from reading the books?

And now I’m all … okay, okay Hermione is awesome and we all know it.

But that doesn’t mean Lavender and Parvati are stupid just because they are geared differently from Hermione.

Fashion is hella hard and it requires a lot of memorization and attention to detail? And honestly Lavender and Parvati seem to be pretty nice people, in the little glimpses we get of them?

And all I want is Harry, following the Weasley without getting noticed (because he is used to sneaking around without disturbing people or attracting their attention, owing to the Dursley for that) and getting through the barrier and on the train.

And Lavender’s father helping him out with his baggage, jokingly asking him to keep an eye on his little girl? You seem like a good lad, my Lavender is the most beautiful girl, I need a strong gentleman to keep an eye out until she gets to Hogwarts and she starts to learn magic, so are you up to it?

Which is, of course, not true. Lavender has been going to self-defense lessons for years.

But the man noticed that this was a little kid with no parents around, looking all alone.

He thought 'hey, maybe I can stick him with my kid and they’ll make friends’

(btw, as Lavender is not, as far as I know, confirmed as pureblood in canon, I am going with half-blood or muggleborn for her, I’m thinking muggleborn for this specific AU?)

And Lavender is all “Daddy!” and apologizing to Harry for her dorky dad the moment he is out of the door.

And very nicely avoiding to comment on his clothes because she knows how it feels to be conscious of how your clothes look on you and it’s clear to her eyes that the way Harry is dressed he is probably from some orphanage or something because those are huge hand me downs.

(Because fuck you 90s, being fashion conscious doesn’t mean you are an elitist bitch).

And her parents are looking at her from the Platform and instead of asking about Harry’s life, not wanting to put him on the spot, Lavender waves to them and starts talking to Harry all “Those are my parents, they are so fascinated with the idea of magic and what I will learn at Hogwarts, I can’t wait to write to them all about the castle. My dad works in an office as an accountant and my mother has a column in –” Insert popular teen magazine for 90s UK.

And Harry is a bit overwhelmed but Lavender isn’t staring at him, she is not forcing him to talk and she looks nice.

So he kind of starts to tell her about the Dursely y'know, not like he did with Ron about how terrible they are, but about Vernon working for Grunnings (Lavender giggles and says 'Oh I am so sorry but it just sounds like a really silly name? Grunnings.’ and she tries to stretch the word a bit and Harry laughs a little and says yes, because it does sound silly the way she’s saying it, he just had never thought about it. 'I think it’s Swedish or something’ he offers and Lavenders nods sagely because yes, that makes sense) and how Petunia lives at home and reads all sort of gossipy papers, but not teen ones so sorry, he has never seen Lavender’s mom’s column.

And then the door to their compartment open and Parvati and Padma’s mother (I don’t know if they are pureblood but I’m headcanoning them as pureblood for this one) politely asks if there’s space for two more girls and when Lavender and Harry, after looking at each other, agree, Madam Patil levitates their trunks in (much to the amazement of Harry and Lavender) and settles them above and then guides her daughters in.

She introduces them, putting her hands on her shoulders, cautions her girls to not get wand-happy and wishes everyone a happy Hogwarts year and then leaves them there, going back to the Platform to join her husband and tell him how she left their daughters in the presence of Harry Potter.

“He looked dreadful. Hard up at the very least. I think you should look into his family situation. His clothes, at the very least, were terrible.” She murmurs, softly. “I am sure our girls will adopt him before the ride is over, so you should look forward to hearing about him in their letters.”

Her husband, who knows all about his beloved’s wife tendency to take people under her wing and adopt dangerous animals and fell in love with her for it (as well as for other qualities she has) because he’s very much the same, smiles fondly at her for the last bit and nods seriously at the first one.

It doesn’t matter who the boy is. Well it does, because Harry Potter of course, but it also doesn’t matter because no child should be mistreated.

Also it’s kind of strange that Harry Potter would look hard up, considering it’s common knowledge his parents left him handsomely provided for, full tuition to Hogwarts already paid.

Lavender gushes about how beautiful the Patil twins are, which immediately conquers Parvati, who gushes right back at Lavender’s sparkly accessories.

(Look, I might be wrong because this was the UK and not Italy, and if I am please let me know, but I was a child in the 90s, I bought italian teen magazines, sparkly shit taped to the cover under a plastic sleeve was the shit with fashionable people.)

Of course the moment Harry introduces himself, the Parvati twins try really hard not to goggle, though they do look at his scar, and then Parvati starts asking a storm of questions about where he grew up, whether the Harry Potter adventure books right about all he did since he was a child, if not that what did he do since beating You-Know-Who.

Harry 'Do you mean Voldemort?’ is greeted by soft gasps, right until Lavender asks 'Who?’ and then Parvati starts telling her all about the horrible Voldemort and how Harry and his parents saved them all from that monster.

Padma’s brain on the other hand is whirring and she is the one who reassures Harry that he will do just as fine as everybody else, when he says that.

Lavender and Parvati interrupt their convo because Lavender needs to assure to Harry that she’s muggleborn too, so they will have to learn together and he will be just on par with her, while Parvati explains that magical kids do get a leg up because some of them are allowed to practice at home but that really, she will make sure Harry is up to date with everything that is 'stupefy’ about the magical world.

At which point, Lavender asks what 'stupefy’ means and Padma explains that it’s the stunning spell, so don’t say it while pointing your wand at anyone and Parvati adds that it means, well, the most stunning things around.

(What? Wizarding children should have their own slang).

So by the point Hermione and Neville come by, the group as already made the first basic ties and while Neville is greeted and introduced by Padma and Parvati to the rest of the group, Hermione goes on fine right until she hears Harry’s name.

Padma and Parvati thinks it’s … whatever wizarding equivalent is there of gauche, that Hermione would throw that torrent of words at Harry and just … presume to know about him.

Lavender is just hella protective of her new friend.

Tightly knit protective of Harry formation is achieved in 0.2 seconds.

Neville, who has been around other pureblood children but has been condescended upon by most of them (not Padma and Parvati, given that Parvati will stick up for him later on, but still, it was a general tendency towards a potential squib) has found in Hermione one person who has been nice to him to the point of going out of her way to help him look for his embarrassing toad, so he gets protective of Hermione right back.

So basically, Parvati tells Hermione that she should not barrage people with informations like that, Neville replies timidly that Hermione didn’t mean anything bad, she just like quoting sources, Lavender tells Harry that he doesn’t have to worry, they’ll look up all that stuff when they get to Hogwarts, Hermione gets huffy because of course she didn’t mean anything bad, she just thought Harry would know about that stuff, Padma asks why Hermione would think that when Harry has been raised in the muggle world, Neville goggles at the news that Harry was raised in the muggle world.

It’s a mess.

And then Draco Malfoy arrives, because he’s been making the rounds of the train to look for Harry Potter (saying hi to family allies on the way).

I am not sure who says what to whom for most of the ‘chat’ but what I am sure of is that by the end of it, Neville and Hermione are going to be best friends forever and an united front against snobby purebloods, Padma has icily informed 'Mister Malfoy’ that she will be writing to her father about how low the raising standards of the Malfoy have fallen to produce Draco as a result, in response to a snipe Draco made about telling his father about the Patil twins and the rabble they are sticking with, Parvati has informed Crabbe and Goyle that she had not thought they were better than this but they definitely need to find themselves friends who don’t just treat them like dumb muscle and Lavender has vowed to herself that it doesn’t matter to her how cute Draco Malfoy is or how attractive his silver hair are she will spell his hair and robes to look like something an 80s hairband groupie would wear, just as soon as she learns the necessary spells.

To make it simple, battle lines have been drawn, metaphorical blood has been spilled on all sides and the Harry-Lavender-Parvati-Padma friendship has been set in stone.

Ron, if you are curious about him, found a compartment that had Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas in it and spent a really amazing first ride to Hogwarts.

They both made sure Dean knew how Gryffindor was the best house there ever is and then they explained Quidditch to him and became fascinated when Dean explained football (to americans: soccer) to them, especially once Dean started sketching out schemes and stuff.

There are too many players, but it looks like exactly the kind of team effort chasers have to put together only spread through eleven people and that’s just wow.

Fireworks - H.S.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I mumble. The twinkling lights are mesmerizing and I just can’t seem to focus on anyone else, not even the amazing man beside me that brought me here tonight. When Harry only hums a response, I take my gaze off the fireworks ahead of me and stare at his sharp jawline.

Lately Harry had been acting differently. At first I noticed little things, like him closing off and disappearing into his own head for short amounts of time, but after a while he started raising these walls around him, pretending to be someone who is not even though the real Harry I had met two years prior was something I wish everyone had in his life.

Of course, Harry did not only have a name to keep, but also a reputation. Yes, he was pictured as a womanizer and I think he did won best dressed male again last year, although I don’t keep up with that. I keep up with what actual Harry is up too, what ticks him, what he enjoys doing. Most of the things the media bring to attention aren’t very good small details of a bigger picture.

I think that’s why this friendship works so damn well. That might also be the absolute number one reason I fell madly in love with this man. I’d never risk anything to put our friendship in jeopardy, because I honestly believe I’d never find someone like him, ever again. He was the only real thing in a world filled with lies and misinterpretations.

I’m actually terrified I’ll never get to see the real Harry again. And whatever I try, I just can’t seem to get through to him. So when he appeared at my door, giant grin on his rosy lips and a bottle of expensive champagne held up in one hand, I couldn’t decline.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Harry laughs, pulling his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth before his glance is cast in my direction. I can feel the rosy hue appear on my cheeks, but they’re transparent to Harry’s gaze due to the harsh lighting of the fireworks going off in front of us.

“This lighting is doing you good.” I decide to go with a true compliment, although that wasn’t initially on my mind. I love the smile that it draws on his lips, the way his eyes crinkle and how he then casts his glance away. “Do you say that to all men?”

“Only you.” I shrug my shoulders with a grin and let a shriek flow from my lips when I feel Harry’s elbow collide with my ribs. “Hey, I gave you a really nice compliment and this is how you repay me?”
“What do you want to hear? How beautiful you look? You always do, Y/n.” Harry huffs as he rolls his eyes and fixates his gaze back onto the sparkly lights disappearing as quickly as they appear.

“You’re one of the most kind-hearted people I know Harry, you deserve all of this success you’re receiving, you know that right?” I decide to bring up the new single, the one that’s supposed to come out in just a few hours – at midnight to be exact. He hadn’t mentioned it since I had heard it when he had initially finished it. It was his baby, his first solo record and he didn’t seem to utter another word about it. It had been months and it saddened me because it was so damn good.

“How is that new man of yours?” Harry’s voice changes tone, and when I decide to peek I see the frown that has set onto his eyebrow. I guess we’re still not talking about it, and I decide to drop it. Last time I had tried to initiate conversation we ended up not speaking to each other for almost two weeks. Which were the worst two weeks of my life, really. “That’s over and done with, didn’t I mention that?”

“Well no, you didn’t.” Harry sighs and I see the small smile tug at his lips. I scoot a little bit closer to Harry, although I’m not sure why. “Well, sorry then.”
“Why did you break up? I thought you liked him.” Harry throws his arm around my shoulder and I lay my head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath as I focus back on the popping flashing of light.

“I never really did, I think.” I mumble, dropping my hand onto Harry’s knee and giving it a firm squeeze. “I’m searching for something else.” I finish off, feeling my heart throb in my throat. Indirectly, in my own head, I had confessed my love for Harry. He would never see it as such, but that didn’t take away any of the anxiety coursing through my body.

“Well it’s great that you know what you want.”

“Don’t you know what you want?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure she hasn’t even given it a thought. I think I’m nothing more to her than just a really good friend.”

“Who says that? Harry if you want this girl, go and get her. Do you even realize how amazing you are? You always put me up when I’m down. You watch the most horrifying movies with me whenever I want to, without any complaint. You once showed up at my door just because I sounded blue to you on the phone. I’m sure whatever girl you want is just as madly in love with you as you are with her.” I grin, squeezing his knee for emphasis as I let my eyes dart along the sky, trying to follow every firework going off.

“Do you know what sign of the times is about?” Harry suddenly questions and I feel myself stiffen in his embrace as he for the first time in weeks talks about his song or upcoming album.
“Well I interpreted it as hope.” I decide to voice my own thoughts and feelings as simply as possible.

“That’s the great part of it. I think – in whatever time of your life you are, it might – I don’t know – can be interpreted in whatever way it suits you.” Harry starts to stumble over his words as if he were nervous, his ring clad fingers toying with his jeans as he avoids my gaze as well as the sounds going on around us.

“So you’re saying I’m hoping for something?” I smile, somewhat feeling my own nerves bubbling in my stomach as I pull away from Harry, smiling brightly at his twinkling eyes.

“Yeah, you could say it like that. But I think we all hope something, right?” Harry grins right back at me and I slowly let my eyes close, nodding once, but firmly at his statement – or question.

“Hm.” I agree verbally, wanting to lay my head again against his shoulder but he stops me, his eyes searching mine tentatively as I keep frozen in my spot. I let a low breath slip past my opened lips, my tongue darting out to wet them before I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, slowly biting down on it.

Something seems to click in Harry’s mind and before I can completely comprehend what is happening or is about to happen, Harry leans in but hovers right before his lips are about to meet mine. He lets me decide if I want this – if I want to kiss him and as soon as my brain has caught up to current events, I lean the short distance and press my lips firmly against his.

Harry’s large hand cups my cheek and for a second I feel like I might burst out into tears of happiness, but instead I settle for a large grin which almost breaks up our kiss. I feel the vibrations of Harry’s chuckle against my lips as my eyelids flutter.

Harry pulls away, keeping his hand in place, as he seems to catch his breath. His lips press to mine once more in a gentle, simple peck right as the last few fireworks make their last pop in front of us, illuminating the dark night sky.

anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran reacting to MC having eyes that change color based on her mood?

Thank you for the request! I was looking at this ask and thinking how cool it would be in a Fic or something :D
(It’s a sign)
Hope you enjoy it! :)

Zen: Absolutely stunned by the beauty of your eyes. People thought that his eyes were already quite captivating however as he sees your colours change from a deep sea blue to a sparkly pink, he can’t help but be completed fascinated. He loves looking into your eyes and loves how easily he can see your emotions now. He doesn’t have to worry about you keeping things hidden from him now, he can see when your worried or when your sad. He’ll be able to be by your side even more now.

Yoosung: So Yoosung isn’t the most observant person but with your eyes, he’ll be able to grow a lot more as a person. He’ll be able to see how you act as your eyes change colour and soon, he’ll be able to notice a change in attitude even without looking at your eyes. He loves how they change colours because they’re beautiful and also because it helps him out a lot so he doesn’t make insensitive decisions.

Jaehee: Fascinated by your eyes, how does something like this happen? To make sure she isn’t doing anything wrong she’ll always look at your eyes to see the emotion painted on your face. She finds that your eyes are extremely helpful in correcting her actions and just by looking at them, she feels comforted and filled with a sort of hope. She’ll be able to look at the world with a different light after being exposed to your ‘truthful’ eyes.

Jumin: He’s beyond fascinated, he really wants to know just what caused this phenomenon to occur. He runs (consented) research through eye tests and just general research but nothing seems to explain your ‘condition’ completely. For once, he’ll take it at face value. He’ll admire your eyes as much as he can. When he sees that you’re sad, he’ll do everything in his power to change that. If anything, your eyes become something that he feels blessed to look at.

707: He’s amazed by your eyes but admits that he doesn’t need them to notice how you’re feeling, and he’s quite right. Even before your eyes start to change, he sees the signs and finds way to prevent negative emotions. Your eyes are pretty but for Seven, they’re just there for decoration. He understands you and your emotions well enough that he doesn’t need to look at your eyes for hints. Although you can expect him to get lost in your eyes quite a lot, too many times actually.

V: With his deteriorating eyesight, seeing your eyes yet alone the colour was near to impossible. He would ask for the colour of your eyes when he wanted to know what you were feeling when he couldn’t guess it however there were times that you would lie to him however he knew. V knew when you were lying to him so he would put his face right in front of yours and stare into your eyes only centimetres apart to see the colour. He knew that you didn’t want him to worry but what he wanted was to keep you happy, that’s what he uses your eyes for.

Saeran: Absolutely confused and shocked at your eyes. “How can they do that?” he would often think and you wouldn’t have an answer for it. Sometimes you wished that he had the changing eye colours because he would show no emotion on his face. Your eyes helped him a lot in understanding human emotions and mood because he saw how you acted in different situations. To him, your eyes are brilliant yet a bit strange however they help him to understand those around him better- he acknowledges this and wants to learn more about you and the world he was sheltered from.

The Dancing Confession - Klaus Mikaelson

Underneath my glittering ball gown, I was shaking with nerves but my facial expression only showed a flicker of worry. I walked to the door of the mansion that was built by hybrids who are sired to a person who can sometimes be a pain in the ass to the people who know him. The mansion glistened in the light of the moon , as the door opened the expression I wore before changed to a sickening sweet smile. The only reason I came to this ball was due to the persuasive techniques of Rebekah Mikaelson.

Rebekah noticed me in an instant as she was talking with Matt Donovan who I knew to be her date to the ball. She walked to me after quickly excusing herself from the conversation. Her near platinum hair was straightened then pinned up to give her outfit a more elegant air, her brown eyes were lightly dusted with sparkly eyeshadow and her normally pale lips were layered with a nude coloured lipstick which compliment her dress of emerald green which was the masterpiece of her outfit.
“ You look beautiful Bexs.” I said as I walked over to her and finally stood next to her.
“You look amazing Y/N.” she complimented back with a kind smile.
By the time we were in the middle of our conversation about some of the people at the ball Rebekah’s brother Klaus joined us to drag Rebekah over to the stairs as her other brother Elijah started his speech. In this speech everyone was given the information that the first dance was going to be a centuries old waltz.

Before I could even move from the crowd I felt someone’s hand on my arm.
“May I have this dance Y/N.” I heard Klaus ask me with a hint of worry laced in his voice as if he the almighty original hybrid was scared of my answer.
“Yes, you may Mr Mikaelson.” I replied with a cheeky undertone to my voice which raised a smirk onto Klaus’s lips.

As we got in position on the dancefloor in the ballroom I sneaked a look at all the other couples and noticed Rebekah smiling at me with one of though good luck looks.
The song Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran played and then on cue I was dancing with Klaus. I looked into his eyes and then knew It was a bad idea as I became hypnotised in them.  
“Why did you say yes?” Klaus asked out of the blue and in a curious manner.
“Because I don’t take what I hear from other people as gospel and because what I have seen of you from being around Rebekah and actually striking up many conversations with you, you are an amazing down to earth person.” I replied honestly.
“Why did you ask me out of everyone else at this ball?”  I asked him with a slightly shaken voice.
“Because as much as I have tried to deny it to myself I have fallen for you Y/N; I am captivated by you. With my heart and what left of my broken and battered soul I believe that you Y/N Y/L/N are my soulmate.” Klaus confessed with raw emotion and teary eyes as we still continued to dance with the song half way through.
As the song slowly came to an end my head twirled like a ballerina on top of a music box with many unanswered questions and before I knew it my heart had answered for me.
“I love you too Klaus Mikaelson.” I confessed to him and sealed it with a kiss to his lips.

The rest of the night went on a rollercoaster ride as me and Klaus showed affections towards each other at random points during the night with the bad things being that Kol got his head snapped by the hot headed Damon Salvatore.

What I certainly didn’t envision for tonight was ending up in Klaus’s bed with him holding me while we slept.

anonymous asked:

I feel like prompt number 1 would be fun and different to read 😂

Okay I seriously love you for asking for this one because as soon as I saw the list I had a brilliant idea for this so yaaaay. Here we go, I hope you like. <3 

1. The skirt is supposed to be this short.

Even threw his head back, his entire body shaking from the laughter consuming him to the point where he couldn’t see anything but stars. He finally took a few breaths trying to calm himself down, as he looked back at Isak, red faced and tears shining his blue eyes. 

“Oh baby this is just. I mean I am flattered that you would dress up for me but-” 

He was cut off by the couch cushion hitting him square in the jaw which set off another giggle fit. 

Isak rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his hip which just made the entire situation even more amusing for Even who found himself unable to stop laughing again. 

Even calmed himself down and took in Isak fully. He was standing in front of Even glaring down at him wearing a red and white cheerleading out fit. Pom poms sitting right at his feet where Isak threw them when he came out, and Even whistled and told him to pick up his pen for him. 

“Stop staring at me!” the golden haired cheerleader groaned, crossing his arms. 

“Nice legs” Even just can’t help himself. 

“I mean it Eveeeeeeen” 

Even raised his hands in truce “Okay okay i’m done. would you like to explain why you are all dressed up for the big game Mr. spirit.” 

Isak shoot him daggers. 

“Last one I promise.” 

Isak rolled his eyes but a smile was hinting at his lips, as always when he was around Even. “Okay so…well…Jonas bet me that I couldn’t go a whole day at school without mentioning your name once..and-” 

Even grinned so wide he turned into one of those clowns you throw balls in at the fair. “Awwww you lost? looks like someone is obsessed with meee” 

Isak shook his head, his cheeks turning bright pink “shuuuuut up they tricked me! They asked me what I was doing after school when they knew I was hanging out with you.” 

Even nodded understandingly “So how did long did it take you to lose?”

He bowed his golden head in shame “5 minutes.” 

Even was gone again. laughing to the brink where he couldn’t even breathe “FIVE MINUTES” 

“You suck” 

“Hey come here.” Even tugged on his skirt and brought him close enough for Even to breathe him in. 

“So they made you wear this to the party tonight?” 

Isak tugged on the skirt “Yes! and I swear they made this shorter so I get blue balls or something.” 

Even smiled “You do know that’s not what blue balls means right?” 

Isak rolled his eyes. “I know Even I meant. There is no way i’m attractive in this, you can basically see my ass!” 

Even shook his head, his laughter consuming the room. “Firstly, The skirt is supposed to be this short.” he squeezed Isak’s hips, sending shivers up his spine. “secondly, dear god Isak you are hot.” 

Isak raised an eyebrow. 

“You are so sexy it’s taking all of my restraint and willpower not to take this really short marvellous costume off right now and showing you just how beautiful you really are.” 

Isak shook his head, his face bright red. “shuut up” 

Even raised both eyebrows “I am serious. Isak look at yourself! I can see every inch of your legs, and your arms and -” Even gulped “Okay we need to make it a rule that you wear skirts and dresses more often. it’s like the second best thing to naked Isak.” 

Isak laughed “You are such a weirdo, you know that right?” 

Even pulled Isak onto his lap and kissed him “Yeah but i’m your weirdo” he said against his lips. 

and then he was pushing Isak off and standing up. 

“What are you doing?” Isak asked, confused. 

Even shrugged. “I’m gonna see if Noora has any dresses I can borrow. You didn’t seriously think I would let you have all the fun did you?” 

Isak smiled as he watched him walk away. Because he knew Even was really doing it to make Isak feel safe and less self conscious and right then all he could think, was that he never imagined ever being this loved in his whole life. 

Even came back out. “So Noora had nothing, but Eskild did.” 

Isak laughed “of course.” 

“We are gonna be the hottest people at this thing.” 

“For sure” Isak said gazing at his beautiful boyfriend and the tiny sparkly dress he was holding which will definitely be way too short for giraffe Even. 

“I’m suddenly looking forward to this party now.” 

Even raised his eyebrows and kissed his lips. “Good.” 

Okay this was so silly but I hope you enjoyed it <3 

anonymous asked:

I made up an asexual blog and aphobes are harassing me on it lately when it got more popular. I didnt do anything wrong I dont harass or look down on non aces or other lgbt people or anything (I get messages like "You aces are ugly ugly ugly homophobes and transphobes!!!!") . I seriously lost all my inspiration for the blog and they suceeded in making me feel bad about my sexuality and mae me feel like I am unwanted and unworthy because of it.

Hello, Anons!

I’ve been waiting until I had two messages on the same subject, and what do you know, it’s asexuality!

First of all, your Slightly Aggressive Affirmer is asexual. And I’m super cool, in multiple ways, like a fucking sun smart polar bear who surfs the ice floes in sunglasses and sensible but stylish freakin’ hats. Therefore being asexual must also be ultra-cool. I am a scientist, and this is science fact I have decreed it!

Okay, but seriously though:

You are not a bad person or unworthy or unwanted. Having pride in your sexuality and trying to help others feel that pride too is awesome! It doesn’t mean that you’re “looking down” on anybody. Getting unprovoked messages saying that you’re homophobic or transphobic doesn’t make those things true. I’m sure there are some asexual people who are, because there are SO MANY different people in the world with different opinions. But your sexuality doesn’t automatically mean you hate anybody. If it did, there’d be no straight allies.

Also, there are asexual people who are trans (I personally know three) and there are asexual people who also identify as gay, because of their romantic orientation. And they can have asexual pride too. Some of them even run asexual blogs! So your attackers are coming at you with no fucking logic whatsoever, and it’s okay to ignore them.

Which brings me to a second point, and this ones for ALL THE BLOGGERS out there, not just the asexual ones:

You do NOT have to listen to or respond to hate. I know how it feels to get hateful messages, both here and on my personal blog. It really hurts and it’s so hard to ignore what people say. Most people have it built into us then when someone criticises us or our actions, we need to apologise or try to fix the situation. I think that’s why online hate hurts so much. It makes you feel that you have done something wrong, and your brain’s response to that is to try and fix things. And if the thing you’ve been told is wrong is a part of who you are, like your sexuality, it’s very hurtful because you know you can’t fix it.

But when someone sends you abuse for being who you are, it can help to remind yourself that you DO NOT need to apologise or fix yourself. They are the person who is doing something wrong. The fact you are being told you’re a bad person doesn’t make it true.

Imagine I’m in the supermarket, shopping for chocolate milk and cheesecakes, and a stranger came up and yelled in my face that I’m useless. That would be very distressing and frightening for me, but it wouldn’t actually be true. This total stranger doesn’t know me or anything about me (except maybe that I make poor dietary choices). Without knowing me, how would they know whether I’m useful or not? They don’t know that I’m always there to offer my friends a ride if they need one. They don’t know that I helped my friend move last weekend, driving my car and helping make sure each box went to the right place, because I wanted to make up for my physical inability to carry heavy boxes. They don’t know that I volunteer. Or that I run a blog dedicated to slightly aggressively affirming people.

The fact that the random stranger says I am useless does not mean that I am. Sometimes I feel like I am, so it might be difficult for me to deal with being told that. But strangers do not have any right to comment or make me feel bad.

The sad thing about the internet is that people CAN say these things, and they feel like they can do so, safely and anonymously. They feel much safer going to someone’s blog and accusing them of something than they would feel approaching randoms in a supermarket. This is true, even when they’re using their real name and identity, such as on Facebook. Studies into social media behaviour have found that people will say things online that they wouldn’t say in public, such as using racial slurs or making violent threats.

What this means to me is that people who attack you online are cowards. They won’t say these things in the outside world, but will say them if they feel there aren’t consequences.

So, to recap so far:

a) Being proud of your sexuality doesn’t make you a bad person.
b) Just because someone tells you you’re a bad person, doesn’t make it true.
c) People who attack other people on the internet are cowardly.

As for being asexual, well, here’s a little about that:

a) Asexual people are fab. I have decreed this.
b) Asexual people are not broken, damaged, inhuman or wrong.
c) All identities on the aro and ace spectrums are real and valid.
d) There’s all different kinds of people who are asexual. It’s as diverse as any other group. Some like sex and some don’t. Some like polka dots and others prefer stripes. There are aro-aces and panromantic aces and loads of other orientations in the middle. All of them are valid.
e) Because all aces are so different, no one can EVER make a judgement about who you are on the basis of your sexuality.

And f) because it’s important:

All your feelings about your asexuality (or any other orientation you might be) are valid. Asexual pride is great, but if you struggle to feel good about your asexuality, that is okay. If you wish you weren’t asexual, that’s just as valid as being full of pride. You’re not letting anyone down. It’s not your job to represent all asexual people. You can even have mixed feelings. Maybe sometimes you’re proud of who you are, and other times you feel lonely or useless and wishing things were different. That’s okay. Your feelings about your orientation are ALL valid.

YOU are valid, your sexuality is real, you’re not wrong or broken, you DEFINITELY DEFINITELY DO DESERVE LOVE (in whatever form you prefer, romance, friendship, etc). And being proud of your sexuality does not mean you look down on other people’s.


- The Slightly Aggressive Affirmer

(ps. if you don’t know @theasexualityblog, check it out. full of pride but also has the reassuring answers to your questions. and is super nice)

(pps. anon #2, i’ve queued some ace-pridey type affirmations for you and I hope they help)

White Widow - Part 7

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 (Smut)| PART 10 (Final)

Character Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: When the reader loses her fiance to Hydra, she is sent to the Avengers compound for her protection. Forced to share the guest house with the famous assassin, the Winter Soldier, she must learn to cope with her loss and her new roommate. All this, while trying to solve the mystery of why Hydra is now hunting her.

A/N: This chapter goes from fluffy romance to kidnapping and torture real fast. Blood, violence, and swearing, Be warned.

Originally posted by nutmeg2080

I don’t think I’d ever appreciated the sound of silence so much after all our guests left. Just as soon as I thought I could relax, there were people running around all week decorating the compound for Christmas. Bucky and I got a giant, beautifully decorated tree in our living room amongst other beautiful and sparkly decorations. As I looked at all the lights and garland, I realized I needed to get Bucky a gift. He’d been so wonderful to me and I just had to show him my appreciation. I knew Steve was my best bet for ideas.

I knocked on his bedroom door, pitching my idea.

“I might have something…” he led me in

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Makkachin, Seung-gil Lee and Minami Kenjirou! (For the YOI ask thingy :3)

Makkachin: Do you have any pets?


Seung-gil Lee: What’s the silliest thing you ever worn?

I was in Seussical in 8th grade and I had to wear the most ridiculous costume. I think I had a tutu and a sparkly top and knee-lenth mismatched socks and my hair in pigtails and over the top makeup and it was a Time

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my dude there are so many. people are amazing. some of the writers that I look up to are: shannon hale, jk rowling (ofc), rainbow rowell, gail carson levine, john green, marcus zusak, maggie stiefvater, brandon sanderson, etc etc etc. the list could go on for days

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Jackson Scenario - ‘Lights for you and me’

Requested by a lovely anon <3

*Don’t own the gif/s yo*

Author: Taebaby

It was snowing so softly that you could almost see the beautiful crystallized patterns of the snowflakes that landed on Jackson’s cheek bones and your own nose. You might’ve been cold if it wasn’t for the warm feeling swelling inside you that Jackson caused- and of course his arms around you.

               The two of you had decided to talk a walk through the park and look at all the light displays they had up for the holidays. You leaned against him as the two of you walked and you felt his steady breathing, playing into how calm the moment felt.

               “I think that one’s my favorite.” He said, pointing over to one of the light displays. You looked over and saw that it was made up of entirely sliver lights and depicted a couple dancing together, hand in hand. You smiled to yourself. Jackson, ever the romantic, smoothly laced his fingers with yours. He leaned in close, brushed a melting snowflake off your cheek, and gently pressed his lips to yours. It was a short kiss, but sweet and to the point. Pulling away, he smiled at you.

               “I’m gonna go get us some hot chocolate. Wait here, I’ll be right back.”  He winked at you before walking away, towards a few street vendors. You sighed to yourself, looking after him. You turned back to look at the light display again. The lights twinkled here and there, the sparkly snow almost glowing beneath it. You looked around at all the other people walking along. A couple holding hands and laughing. A mother and father, each holding the hands of their toddler between them, A lone old man admiring the lights and smiling to himself, and some people off in the distance sitting on a bench. It was like having a sneak peek into a small moment of someone else’s life. A small and perhaps forgettable moment, but a beautiful one still.


               Jackson’s voice sounded from behind you and you turned to look at him. It took you a second to realize where he was, since he was not at eye level with you when you turned. Your eyes flickered to the ground and saw him kneeling there on one knee, eyes trained on you, one hand in his pocket. His eyes were big and he was smiling, but you could see how incredibly nervous he was. You stood stark still, staring at him with your mouth slightly open like you were going to talk, but you seemed to have forgotten what you were going to say. You finally blinked and you couldn’t help the smile that tugged on the corners of your lips.


               “I know its late, and its cold out, and you wanted to stay home but I talked you into coming here with me. I said I was getting hot chocolate but I was really getting this ring,” He said, almost rambling, pulling a little blue velvet box out of his pocket and opening it to reveal a tear shaped diamond ring, “but I couldn’t wait any long. I’m asking you to marry me, (Y/n), because I love you more than anything in the whole world.”

               You were absolutely speechless and you could feel your eyes watering lightly. You might’ve waited a few too many seconds to respond because Jackson started rambling again.

               “I mean, I know we’re young, and this seems sudden, and… I did also get the hot chocolate too, if that matters-“

               You cut him off as you bust out laughing, throwing yourself into his arms, almost landing you two on the ground. You put both hands on his face as he smiled his biggest smile at you.

               “Of course I’ll marry you, Jackson. And I accept your hot chocolate.”

Imagine – Taking care of sick Cas

Word Cout - 1,077

Warnings – Sickness? Mentions of not liking appearance (it gets fluffy after so)

Pairing – Sick!Cas x Reader


“Y/N? Y/N are you here!” Cas yelled through the bunker, coughing after. He slowly walked up to your bedroom door and knocked softly, catching your attention away from your book. “Hiya Cas, um Sam and Dean aren’t here right now..” You noticed he looked really pale and tired, as if someone just beat him repeatedly. “Damn Cas, you don’t look so good.” “I think I’m dying.. My throat, it hurts. My stomach area is sore, as if someone just stabbed me. It’s hard to breathe through my nose, and I’m very … warm?” He said nervously, taking your hand to feel his face. You giggled lightly, making him feel uncomfortable. “I’m dying y/n, why are you laughing?” he frowned with glassy eyes. You stopped laughing when you realized how worried he was and brought him into a tight hug. “It’s just the flu sweetheart, you’re not dying. It’s a virus that can be cured with medicine. I’ll call Sam and tell him to pick up some medicine, okay?” You smiled, dialing Sam’s number on your phone while Cas went to sit down on your bed.

“Hey Sam” You said over the phone. “Hey y/n, everything okay?” “Yeah, Cas’s sick with the flu do you think you could get some medicine?” Sam laughed over the phone while telling Dean, then turned his attention back to you. “I didn’t even know angels could get the flu.” He chuckled. “Me either, but he’s got it pretty bad. Just get whatever you think is best, okay?” “Okay, stay safe y/n/n” You both said your goodbyes and hung up, leaving you and your boyfriend to yourselves.

“This is really … crappy.” Cas sighed, leaning his head back into your pillow while holding his stomach in pain. You awed and walked over to him, running your fingers in his hair. “You’ll be better soon babe, just get some rest.” You smiled, kissing his cheek after. “Y/N, can you help me with my coat?” You helped him with his coat and jeans, leaving him just in his white button up shirt and boxers so he could be more comfortable and less hot from the fever. “If only you were feeling okay” you laughed, looking up and down his body. “We’ll make up for it when I do” he smiled, making you excited.


You cooked your sick boyfriend some soup, got him a glass of water with some left over medicine from when you or one of the boys were sick and turned on Netflix. “Orange Is The New Black was really interesting” Cas mumbled while eating his soup. “Yeah, I guess a show about lesbians in jail is interesting.” You laughed, leaving him confused.

“Is the soup good?” You changed the subject, looking over and noticing the bowl was empty. “I guess so” “You should be a chef, y/n. You make incredible soup.” “Sam and Dean don’t like my soup” You pouted your lip. “I’m not sure how because it is delicious” He kissed your cheek after. Cas always knew how to boost your confidence even if it was just a little. He always wanted to make sure his special girl was feeling safe and okay, even if it meant just giving her tiny compliments every 10 minutes.

“If I had to eat only one meal for the rest of my life I would choose your soup.” “Oh, now you’re just being kind.” You snorted, while he looked at you seriously. “I’ll always be kind to you, my love.”


You both laid in bed in each other’s arms, resting your head on his chest and listening to the sound of his heartbeat. “Do you ever wonder why people made makeup, y/n?” He asked, looking over at all your makeup on the dresser. “Girls use it so they feel prettier, Cas.” “But you’re already pretty” He said looking into your y/e/c eyes with his sparkly blue ones. “But only with makeup..” You sighed, looking down at your lap. “y/n, I’ve seen you covered in dirt and blood, I’ve seen you angry, sad, happy, crying, and I’ve seen you kill things people have nightmares about. I’ve watched you while you sleep, making sure you were safe and in peace. I’ve seen you sleep with your mouth slightly open and hair messy, I’ve seen you sick, and so so many more. You’re beautiful to me, no matter what. I love you y/n, more than words can describe.” He said softly, lifting your head up with his thumb and giving you a soft smile.

You leaned in to kiss him but noticed he pulled away right away, breaking your heart inside. “Why won’t you kiss me?” You frowned, making him frown too. “I don’t want you to get sick, sweetie.” You laughed softly to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re worth getting sick over, Cas.” He shook his head. “But I care about how you feel y/n, I don’t want you feeling like this a day after too.” He kissed your cheek and hugged you tight while you hugged just as tight back.


“I’m so confused” he said out of the blue. You looked at him with confusion, letting him explain. “I was warm before, but not I’m cold, very cold.” You got up and went to put a blanket in the dryer to warm it up for him, leaving him to himself. Eventually by the time the dryer was done you came back and he was asleep in your bed, peacefully for the first time in what seemed like forever. He was hugging the pillow that always smelt like you with a smile on his face, bringing one on yours too.

The sound of the door closing woke him up, making you feel bad. “Sorry” You frowned, covering him up in the warm blanket. He sighed in relief to the feeling and moved over, inviting you to sit with him too. You laid down next to him and buried your head in his neck, sighing into the smell of his cologne. He wrapped his arms softly around you and laid his head on top of yours. “You’re such a good girlfriend” he said sleepily, making your heart beat a thousand times a second. “Thank you for taking care of me, my love.” “Through sickness and health, right?” “Always.”

babyfairy  asked:

hey 👹

get that demon out of here…

1. First impression: it’s literally been so long like you said but i believe i thought “wow look at her art, it’s so sparkly and soft! not only that, but she’s nice too and drags all these racist and pedophilic people!“

2. Truth is: ur one of my closest friends n ur so beautiful n ur art is amazing as EVER

3. How old do you look: u literally look 16 LMAO

4. Have you ever made me laugh: y e s

5. Have you ever made me mad: no except when u take all these beautiful selfies…

6. Best feature: everythiiing, but what draws me in the most are your big beautiful eyes!!!

7. Have I ever had a crush on you: ño
8. You’re my: sun my mOON MY STARS
9. Your name in my phone: Bri 🔮
10. Should I post this too? u already have :3c

Christmas Diamonds: George Weasley One Shot {Requested by Anon}

Request: Hey there! If you want to, could you make a fluffy George one shot where it’s Christmas? If you do, thank you so much!

Your P.O.V

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” I heard a voice call down from the common room.

“(Y/N)!” I heard again, this time, closer to the door of my dormitory. I groaned and buried my head deeper in my pillow, while taking my blanket and covering it over my face like a tent.

“(Y/N)! You have to come down now!” A different voice said. Knocks erupted on the door.

“Go away! Let me sleep!” I groaned out. I buried my head back into my pillow as I tried blocking out the noise, ever so desperately trying to go back into my blissful slumber.

“Oh well, Fred, looks like we’re gonna have to take on some extreme measures.” The voice said, a chuckle from the other following his sentence. My eyes sprang open as I realized who it was.

“I know just what to do.” The other one said.

“Okay now, what was it? Alohomi? Alohomises? Oh- I know! It’s a Alohotines!” One of the voices said, but almost instantly being interrupted by the other.

“No no no you dumb twit! It’s obviously Alohomines! Didn’t you here McGonagall yesterday blabbering on about it to Lee Jordan the other day? The woman bloody preached about it!” The other one said. I heard a slight slap, indicating that he had might have hit the other on the arm. I chuckled.

“Oi! Granger! What was it again?” The voice asked. I heard a faint grunt of annoyance.

I also heard the shutting of a book, along with a couple of very familiar laughs.

“I’m not telling you bafoons! Just let (Y/N) sleep, you’ve been waking her up for the past two weeks! All the girl needs is her beauty sleep! Don’t you agree, George?” Hermione said.

My heart lept with joy thinking about George. You see, George and I have been dating for about 6 months now. He’s the greatest person I’ve ever met. Despite his mischievous acts, he always finds time to settle down with me and be a romantic. A hopeless romantic at times, but he’s as sweet as chocolate. I listened closely as the conversation outside continued, while taking off the blanket slowly.

“ITS ALOHOMORA!” A low and raspy voice shouted, whom I immediately indicated being Ron. I heard laughs and the sound of a smacking as the twins cheered. I let out a laugh, causing everyone to go quiet down in the common room.

“Listen George, she’s awake!” Fred excitedly exclaimed. I could tell that George was smiling, since Fred started teasing him about the shade of red growing onto his cheeks.

Alohomora.” George carefully whispered.

The lock slowly clicked as it unlocked, revealing the twins pushing the door and walking through.

I was fully awakened by the loudest alarm I’ve ever heard in my life.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! WAKE UP! ITS CHRISTMAS!” Both of them shouted, as they started shaking my bed, causing me to sit up right away.

“ITS CHRISTMAS!” Fred shouted, a fluffy Santa hat on his head, while he blew a little green tube that belted out Christmas bells.

I struggled to sit up, my elbows supporting me as my eyes slowly opened to the sight of the most loudest, yet most lovable twins I’ve ever met.

“GEORGE, WHAT DO THOSE MUGGLES SING AGAIN?” Fred yelled once again, while throwing red and green glitter all over the dormitory. I groaned at the thought of cleaning it up later.

“THAT JINGLE BELL SONG!” George shouted, a huge and great smile plastered onto his face as he looked at me.

JINGLE BELLS! JINGLE BELLS! JINGLE ALL THE WAY! OH WHAT FUN IT IS TO RIDE ON AN ONE HORSE OPEN SLEIGH, HEY!” They both sang, while honking small horns at also brought out the sound of Christmas bells, along with a chime here and there.

“Well good morning to you too.” I chuckled, a smile growing onto my face.

“Good morning (Y/N)! Merry Christmas!” Fred happily exclaimed, hugging me tightly as I continue to sit on my bed.

“A big Merry Christmas to you as well, Fred.” I sweetly say back to him, hugging him tighter as he sneaked a kiss on my cheek, winking at George afterwards.

“Come down to the common room quickly, (Y/N)! There’s loads of presents and hot chocolate waiting for you!” Fred shouted as he left the dormitory, leaving George and I alone.

“Well hello.” I said to George, winking at him and smiling afterwards. He squatted beside the bed and looked at me.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful.” George replied. His gaze focused on my lips, as his wand twirled and a green plant appeared above us.

“Look.” He said. My head tilted up as I saw a little green, and somewhat sparkly plant grow above us. It took it’s beautiful shape and appearance just seconds after it was formed.

“It’s beautiful.” I said, chuckling and fixing my gaze onto George’s beautiful brown eyes.

“Do you know what it’s called?” He curiously said.

“I’m sorry, Hermione told me all about these last night and I couldn’t really pay attention. She went on talking about Christmas jingles and things like that, I got mixed up.”

I laughed.

“It’s called a mistletoe.” I told him.

“When two people are under a mistletoe (I looked up again), they kiss.” I winked at him, while biting my lip. His focus went back onto my lips.

“I like the sound of that.” George said, slowly leaning into me.

“Come here, handsome.” I chuckled at him, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, as I leaned into him.

His sweet lips collided with mine, as we both smiled into the kiss. Our lips were moving in synch. Nothing could be better than this.

His hand went up to cup my cheek, as his other went around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“I (kiss) love (kiss) you (kiss).” George said, in between kisses.

We softly put our foreheads together, as grins slowly plastered onto our faces, giggles coming afterwards.

“Merry Christmas, George.” I said, biting my lip. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek in response. I leaned into my ear, and whispered,

“I think it’s time to open your presents.”

His arm snaked under my blanket, around my legs, while his other snaked around my back. He lifted me up into his arms, as I gasped in surprise.

“George Weasley! Put me down this instant!” I squealed, trying to squirm out of his grip.

“No can do love.” He teasingly said as he tightened his grip around my back, making sure I was secure in his arms. I rolled my eyes and gave me a kiss on the cheek, as I left the blanket on my bed.

He carried me bridal style out of the dormitory, and down the stairs into the common room. My feet did hit a couple walls along the way, but everything was fine.

George set me down on the couch in front of the fireplace, which was brightly lit, allowing a great warmth to spread around the room.

As I sat down, I was greeted by a massive group hug from Harry, Ron and Hermione.

“Merry Christmas (Y/N)!” Harry and Ron chimed, as they both wrapped their arms around me.

“Merry Christmas to you as well.” I sweetly said, hugging the little buggers back as a smile grew onto our faces.

“Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal.” Hermione said, both of us laughing afterwards. She pulled me into a hug, the feel of our friendship coming upon us.

She sat down next to me as George wrapped his arm around me, protectively, as the commencement of the present opening was beginning.

“The first one goes too, may I have a drum roll everyone?” Fred said, clutching a red box in his hand.

We all started drumming on our laps, grins awaiting the announcement of the name.

“Mr. Harry Potter!” Fred exclaimed, handing the red box to the green eyed wonder.

“It’s from Hermione!” Harry cried out, his fluffy hair getting into the way of his eyes. Hermione chuckled as he opened the box, his jaw immediately dropping.

“You couldn’t have!” Harry surprisingly said, his hands digging into the box.

“What’d she get you, mate?” Ron said, leaning towards Harry but getting pushed away by an eager Fred.

“YOU GOT HIM A SIGNED PICTURE OF THE CHUDLY CANNONS?!” Fred yelled, the same face of astonishment on his face similar to Harry’s. Ron’s reaction soon came in afterwards.

“NO WAY! THAT MUST’VE COST A FORTUNE!” Ron shouted as Harry carefully pulled the picture out of the box, grinning like crazy and his eyes almost glistening.

“Hermione, how did you-”

“No questions. Just, Merry Christmas.” She simply said.

“Alright then… erm … next one goes too….”

Throughout the hours of handing out gifts we all laughed and gasped in surprise. Ronald had received yet another maroon sweatshirt from his mother, along with George and Fred receiving green ones. Hermione had gotten a book about the History of Transfiguration, and the development of the Remembrall from Ron, which she seemed to love. Harry had gotten a little necklace with the golden snitch on it for me, with the fair scent of roses on it, those were my favorite.

Fred had gotten an all expense wizarding prank set from Hermione, which he immediately chatted away with George about, while poking and playing with the materials inside. We all sipped away our hot chocolate, as we approached the final gift under the enchanted Christmas tree.

“And the last one goes too, drum roll everybody?” Fred said, with his Santa hat a little lop sided.

The drumming noise had started against our thighs, but stopped as Fred was reading the name.


It was a quite small box, it was black. It seemed as if it held some kind of jewelry in it, but I didn’t get my hopes up.

It had a little ribbon on it, which contracted the message,

To (Y/N), From George.” Incursive.

I smiled at him as I bit my lip and carefully opened the box, making sure nothing spilled out.

My eyes met with the most beautiful piece I’ve ever seen in a while.

Within the thin black case, was a glistening necklace. It was bright white, and was incrusted with diamonds. It’s complex shape only made it more beautiful, and stunning to my eyes. I noticed something on the collar of it, and I saw a couple words written on it.

Taken by surprise, I took a closer look.

I’m so sorry I spilled pumpkin juice on you!” ,was written in small letters on the collar. These were the first words George had ever said to me. About 4 years ago, while I was speaking with Hermione about the Potions midterm, George had accidentally spilled some pumpkin juice on me, while chatting away with his friend, Seamus Finnigan. That was the first time our eyes had met one another, giving away the love we would be brewing up later on.

“Oh George..you shouldn’t have…” I said, my eyes watering as I looked up at him. His arm wrapped around my even tighter, as his forehead pressed up against mine.

“I love you so much (Y/N).” He whispered to me. His lips softly pressed against my forehead as he pulled me into a hug.

I closed the case and looked at it closer.

“Swarovski? How did you get this? It’s a muggle brand-”

“Hermione helped me.” He said, flashing a great smile.

“She sent a letter to her parents explaining everything about what I wanted to give you, and they mailed it back.” He continued on. Hermione hugged me from behind, while I hugged her back.

“You truly are one of a kind, Granger.” I said to her, laughing afterwards.

“Put it on!” She happily squealed out.

I pulled my hair back as she wrapped the necklace around my neck, the soft click of the both ends indicating that it was successfully on.

“It looks brilliant, (Y/N).” Ron said. He leaned in closer as his fingers crept onto the necklace, studying the jewels as George smacked his hand away.

“I love you so much, Weasley.” I smiled at George.

“I love you too.” He tilted my chin upwards and planted a sweet kiss on my lips, both of us smiling into the kiss like before.

“Now, who’s up for chocolate tarts in the Great Hall?”

anonymous asked:

hey Mel! this is going to sound sooooooo stupid but I noticed you have a IMDbPro. Can you tell us how tall each of the guys are? Because Google lies and I really want to know! thanks babe xoxoxoxo

oh hiiiii! there are no stupid questions at all, and i am happy to be the facilitator of any and all additional extraness that you may want to have about things.

Please keep in mind that I’m 185% sure this is how tall some of 1D wishes they were, like how I tell people that I have hazel eyes, but really you know, and i know, and the whole world knows they are brown with shades of more brown put in there for interest.


Let’s start with Liam “Daddy Trash Can Lid Hands” Payne, the love of my life and facilitator of my future death:

Originally posted by foreverthe5boysonthestairs

Caption: Liam, as he waves goodbye to my lifeless corpse after one of his spirited vocal runs. Photo credit: My fantasies.

Height: 5’ 9½”, with the 9½” being the actual height of his dick. IM KIDDING, IM KIDDING, OHMYGOD IM KIDDING. He’s probably that tall. I’m too distracted by how he is the perfect combination of manly lumberjack who built this very log cabin you’re standing in an afternoon on a whim because a meadow of wildflowers moved him to create with his hands more and disinterested billionaire playboy who has a garage full of high-end sports cars he uses to drive over my heart. 

Harry “Magical Light-filled Dancing Cupcake of Happiness” Styles:

Originally posted by quietasides

Caption: Harry dancing whitely as I make fond cooing noises in between crying. Photo credit: My womb. 

Height: 5’ 11" . My analysis based on no proof whatsoever is that he’s probably really that tall. Either that or he’s putting shoe lifts made of woven kale into his glitter boots for extra height. Either way, I support him because we both like sparkly things, being nice to people and to show off our boobs. 

Zayn “Beautiful Lab Created Hologram of My Eventual Doom” Malik:

Originally posted by shecouldbeajoanofarc

Caption: There isn’t one because I temporarily passed out after looking at this gif. Photo credit: POORLY SPELLED CPAS LCK SCRMEAING

Height: 5’ 9". If imdbPro is telling me this is true, then my whole life has been a lie and we probably didn’t even land on the moon. I once saw Zayn, beautiful hologram, precious dippin’ dot of unsurpassed beauty, outside of a super trendy restaurant in my neighborhood. So you can be proud of me, I can absolutely report that I pretended to be cool even though as I write this I am wearing fleece pajamas with dancing polar bears on them. He is so SMOL, you guyz. A  mere wisp, a far off, razor-scooter riding star in the brightest of galaxies. My tiniest of sons and #1 Liam Payne stan.  I look forward to them sprinkling my ashes on his Vevo channel this year. 

Louis “I don’t have a nickname for him because I can’t eat fruit snacks and think at the same time” Tomlinson:

Originally posted by cuteziamlarry

Caption: Louis judging me for the fact I just missed my mouth entirely while eating this snack. Photo credit: My inner consciousness. 

Height: 5’ 7¾". My grinch heart grew 3 sizes just now because tiny thimble sized Lewis wanted to make sure they recorded those ¾". I want to swaddle him in Adidas hoodies and tuck him into a race car bed with a soccer mobile above it. I am also fully aware this post will come back to haunt me and Louis himself will probably roast me until my eyebrows are singed off for it. SUCH A TINY ANGRY KITTEH.

Neill “I don’t have a nickname because i want to savor the taste of this Capri Sun I’ve got” Horan:

Originally posted by wantniallie

Caption: Niall, after discovering that I once tried to sext someone by typing out the lyrics to an LFO song.  Photo credit: My low key humiliation.

Height: 5’ 8". MellyGrant Analysis: He’s probably that tall. I don’t really know that much about Neill (WHO EVEN DOES, HE’S LIKE THE WIND), other than he seems really happy and sometimes likes to dress like a newsboy from The Great Depression. Sometimes I think, if I went to his address and asked for him, an old man would answer the door and go “Niall Horan? There’s no Niall Horan here. He died in 1862.”

I hope this super long, great American novel length answer helps. Thanks for stopping by, anon friend. ::thumbs up because im tired and gifs require thinking::


Title: day-glow.

Summary: maybe she glows brighter for him.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.

Prompt: the smell of fresh paint

Rating: T

Warning(s): language, maybe.

Comments: test run. seeing if I want to get back in the game yafeelme. happy ssmonth yall.

I guess this is it for me. I guess it’s over.

The only thing that makes me feel better – and worse at the same time, actually – is knowing that I never really had a chance to begin with. There was nothing I could have done, nothing I could have said, that would have changed the way she felt. It’s not like I made any mistakes.

So I guess that should make me feel better. But it doesn’t, because it still hurts. In my chest yeah but also in my stomach. Kind of in my arms, too, and definitely in my jaw because I’m smiling and I have to smile and I should smile but I don’t want to.

“What are you waiting for, Naruto?” Ino’s voice is brassy and bold and happy because she’s in her element: bossing people around and running the show. She gestures to the spraycan in my hand that I haven’t even shaken yet to warm it up. “They’re gonna be here soon!”

“Don’t nag me, Ino,” I whine back, and I don’t think she can see how this destroys me a little bit. Who would pay attention to something like that on a day like today? When the sun is shining and the birds are singing and it’s warm and it’s happy and we’re all gathered at the beach with the waves rolling in? When today means what it does, who would ever notice the way a poor, fucking idiot breaks a little bit inside for the millionth time?

“Just hurry it up, I want everything perfect!” she barks with her hair in curls and the satin champagne color of her dress catching like gold in the sunlight. And she disappears in a rush of lily petals and leaves me with the car.

She was there, since before I can remember. Never on the outskirts, either, even when she hated me: always the star. The focus. I was always aware of her growing up, clumsy and slovenly in my affection for her. Right from the beginning, too. Before anybody else had any idea what she’d grow up to be.

And then we were friends, and I tried even harder. Tried to make her notice me, tried to make her laugh and smile and realize I could give her things no one else could give her, even before I knew what those things would be. I’d see her in the hallways, clutching at armfuls of books with titles I couldn’t even pronounce, smiling at her friends in that vacant kind of way that I knew meant she was thinking about her next class, on her way to softball practice with her hair in a ponytail that meant business.

I knew she wanted someone else, but I ignored it. I knew who she wanted, and I ignored that, too. Most of all, I ignored the possibility that he might want her back.

In retrospect, why wouldn’t he. Even he would have seen over the years what I saw from the beginning: that she was always meant to be the center of someone’s universe. I underestimated her, though; I always thought she was meant to be the center of mine. I didn’t realize that hers was a star that could glow bright for more than one person. Maybe she glows brighter for him, I don’t know.

And by the time I caught on to just how empty my cartridges were in this gunfight, I could see it in him. He’d caught my disease, only he suffered differently; in silence, in pretend indifference, in a self-imposed friend zone because he knew he didn’t deserve to be anything more than that.

Only now he’s gonna be her everything, and he’s my best friend.

A power greater than me dictates that I’ve got to be happy about that.

They couldn’t have picked a prettier day, though. And there’s a lot of privacy on the beach. Less people to suspect that I’m wallowing.

The rock was sparkly, sure, but it was nothing next to the look in her eyes. The most beautiful girl in the world to me never looked more beautiful than when we sat together at a coffee bar in between her midday classes. It was cold. She wore a peacoat in this weird ugly yellow color and jeans so tight I wondered later if she just spraypainted them on. And her hair was kind of messy, too, since she was walking in the wind. She texted me earlier wanting to meet me for a cappuccino. Said she had something important to tell me.

When she came in with that smile, though, I thought she was gonna say she got into medical school. That’s what she had been concerned with the past few months. That was her primary focus.

“He proposed!” she gasped, and like an idiot I couldn’t really process what that meant until she said it again. “Sasuke proposed!”

I blinked a few times, I remember that. I remember it felt like it does when you stub your toe. The pain hasn’t quite hit you yet but you know you’re in for it when it does. I remember the happy grin I wore and the way I spun her around in the air like I was never happier for any other person in the world.

I remember how she babbled out the story. “He just asked me! No explanation, no nothing. Just pushed a velvet box to me at the library last night when we were studying, told me he…he said it, Naruto! He said he loved me!”

“About time!” I exclaimed in approval, while inside my guts were torn to shreds.

Because I’d’ve told her, I remember thinking in that instant. I’d’ve told her every fucking day, every fucking hour, till she got tired of it and yelled at me to stop and even then I’d’ve kept going. I’d’ve told her how I thought she was more important than the moon to the earth. I’d’ve told her that she was the prettiest thing this sick world had ever seen, that she mattered, that she was important, that I loved her loved her loved her since before I even knew I could love someone that much. I’d’ve told her she was everything. That I loved her wouldn’t have been a secret till the end, the way it was with Sasuke.

“We’re so young,” she gushed, too lost in her own euphoria to process the fact that she’s unmaking who I am with every word. “I mean, this is crazy, right?”

“It’s not that crazy,” I told her reassuringly as I sipped a hot chocolate just for something to do. “You guys have been dating since we started college.”

It’s not like I didn’t know he loved her. It’s not like I didn’t know she loved him. They got together as soon as we went off to college. Dating. Exclusive. Boyfriend-Girlfriend. Everything about them was official.

But it wasn’t until that moment, when with messy hair and wind-kissed cheeks and a classy-looking ring on her finger, when I saw that fucking joy all over her and lighting her from the inside out, that I realized how over for me it really was. She was gonna be married. To my best fucking friend. And all that time they were just dating, I figured I still had a shot. In my selfishness, in my blind fucking selfishness, I thought that I still had a leg in this competition.

But instead of telling her, instead of telling her that I loved her too and probably more, instead of telling her to take that ring off and run, I just smiled. And I told her I was happy for her.

Because when the whole focus of your world is happy, then you’ve got to be, too.

Or at least really good at faking it.

I look at the spraycan in my hand and I heave a little sigh. Because here she comes now, and she’s wearing white and a smile that can light up the Eastern Seaboard, and she’s holding his hand and they’ll never ever know, neither one of them. They’ll never know how I feel about her, about him, about this.

I’ll lock it away.

He’s my best friend and she…she’s his, now, and I didn’t have a chance. There’s nothing I could have done or said to make things turn out differently…and as I look at them both, happy in the same way and showing it different, I don’t think I would have wanted it any other way.

Because if she glows like that for him, then at least she’s glowing.

The smell of fresh paint is bitter but I like the way the white spraypaint letters look on the back of their car: Just Married. They get in the car and they’re gone. She’s gone. She’ll never be mine but at least she’s glowing.

recap of kcon la 2016 (day 2)

monsta x started off the whole show and nobody expected it

monsta x was insanely sexy they were wearing thE BLACK OUTFITS AND DID THE BODY ROLLS EVERYONE WENT NUTS and they also dabbed during their intro

astro popped up and the stage went from sexy to cute

they did so much aegyo it was almost terrifying

im pretty sure astro is the happiest boy band ive ever heard or seen

twice went after and did cheer up and the ENTIRE AUDIENCE screamed “shy shy shy” and the top of their lungs it was absolutely nuts

eric was really warm and cute and sang some rad high notes

he preached about girls around the world needing good education and to donate to the cause

amber sang with eric. moonbin sang with eric. kolaj sang with eric. everyone sang with eric.

davichi appeared and everyone just blew up into flames from their pure amazing vocal skills and talent

unexpectedly twice covered uptown funk (really cute) and monsta x covered moves like jagger (really sexy)

snsd tts came out and the fans went insane screaming and every guy jumped out of their seat

they looked like goddesses and were so comfortable on stage and really fun

they had beautiful sparkly red dresses and red heels and were so high energy

eric came out with amber on stage and they said they only had one act left amd EVERYONE KNEW IT WAS BTS

literally the fans screamed so loud that the sound could be heard vibrating in your body

everyone stood up and jumped and screamed and i even heard crying

no kidding people were covering their ears because it was so loud

bts suddenly came out with fire and blew everyone away like seriously my face melted off

then they did dope (everyones fanchants were so in sync with screaming JEORREO and doing the hand movement thing)

when the last drop for fire came im pretty sure everyone fell down and cried

they performed save me and the feels were so strong


everyone chanted BTS BTS BTS and it was such a fandom uniting moment i swear i felt like we were all one big family


at the ending part someone from monsta x shoved confetti on yoongi who did a weird robot dance after

everyone died from the feels the end

I wanted to finish this drawing of this sinful man since awhile AND I FINALLY DID IT!!

Why is this stupid so hot. I love him. Stupid Kusomatsu ;;v;; I didn’t ask to be a Karamatsu Girl…

Originally he was saying “So, You’re finally here, My Karamatsu Girls / Boys”, but I don’t think people would look at the text (since they would mostly stare at this stupid hottie )

Hope it will be selected for the “Beauty Karamatsu” Photo Book!


Luke Hemmings

requested: No, i just had this idea for ages.

I’m sorry requests are slow at the moment, i’m in Finland so its hard to get wifi

Girls POV

“Y/N, close up shop for me, ok?” Earl threw the keys at me, my hand swiping them with a yelp just before they hit my face. He swung out the door as I slammed them on the counter, continuing to sweep the floor whilst I grumbled.

Every. Single. Night.

He’s useless. What a dick.

I sighed as I finished the last corner of the parlour. My boss never closed up, I had the last shift every night and he left half an hour early. I could just close up now, the fact that we never get any customers after nine prominent in my mind, but if he found out he’d cut my pay in half.

And somehow, he would.

I made my way over to the speakers, phone in hand as I looked for something to fill the silence of the shop. When I realised there wasn’t anything but the old 80’s tracks that ran in the background all day, I grabbed the aux cord and mumbled,

“My time, my tunes.” I swiped open my music gallery, ready to blast some that would help me forget my despair for this job.

My mind let out a triumphant ha ha! When I found the best tracks, nudging the sound bar up to it’s highest as I put my favourite artists onto shuffle, 5 Seconds of Summer.

Unpredictable filled the room as a smile broke out on my face, unclipping my apron and throwing it over the back of a chair as I wandered into the kitchen to click their lights off. The lights flickered off at my fingers flicking the switch, turning back round as my eye landed on an almost empty tub of rocky road on the side. A devilish smile crossed my face as I sang along to the track, grabbing a spoon from the side and pulling the tub in front of me.

I grabbed huge spoonfuls, still singing around the cold chunks as I happily filled my face. More and more tracks passed as I made my way around the shop, half closing the window shutters and turning off most of the lights until there was only ten minutes left.

The shop was clean, the tub had one spoonful left in it and it was abandoned on the counter, the spoon with chocolate sauce all the way up the handle messily at the side of it. The chairs were on the table and there was nothing left to do. I roamed along the bar at the counter, tapping my fingers aimlessly as the fun from the music blasting died down.

I headed for the machine, ready to pull my phone from the plug until their newest song, She’s Kinda Hot came on to my delight. My current favourite and a good dancing tune, I span back around to my last song.

“And now, Y/N Y/L/N with her last performance of the night.” I murmured softly as I unpinned my hair.

“SHE’S KINDA HOT.” I yelled as I began to dance to the heavy guitar. My hips swayed loosely as I warbled along, eventually getting way too into it and climbing onto the counter. I ducked under lowlights and hopped over the ice cream tub as I held the spoon as I microphone. The music was loud in my ears as I swung around, kicking out my feet and running my hands up and down my body.

A cough behind me caused a strangled screech to slip out of my throat, slipping on one of my kicks as I stumbled.

A strong pair of hands wrapped around me as I fell to the floor, stopping me immediately as my arms went around the persons next. My eyes were wide as I stared at the floor for a minute, processing what had happened until I realised that I was still hovering bridal style in the arms of a very nice smelling stranger.

I coughed as the arms lowered me down, turning to face the cause and the saviour as I let out another yelp.

A flushed face towered above me, baby blue eyes squinting slightly in guilt as a row a teeth tugged at a very familiar lip ring in a grimace.

“I am so, so sorry.” His hand went to his neck, rubbing it slightly as I subtly pinched my leg.

This is real? Stop it. He’s a normal person. Just a normal person. Don’t get all flustered and weird. That’s not what he wants. That’s not fair, that’s all he every gets. Just a normal, nice person. With abnormal looks. NOPE.

I coughed, heat creeping up my neck as I realised I had literally stood there for minutes, staring at him in silence.

“Sorry, sorry. No. It’s fine. I’m sorry. Sorry.” I sighed as he let out a small giggle, eyes flickering over me as he checked for injury.

“No, I’m sorry. Are you ok?” He brushed some stray hairs out of my face as I nodded, a small smile crossing my face as I watched him through my lashes.

“I just, I know that you’re closing and stuff but I just finished a show and I really want some ice cream and I heard this place was good. It’s ok. Never mind.” I escaped under his other arm that was holding the counter behind me, dashing around to grab my apron as he beamed apologetically at me. “You sure?”

“I don’t have to be home for ages yet.” I shrugged as I switched on the freezer lights.

He sat at the counter next to the place where I was eating the tub, watching me with a slightly bemused expression as I fixed him a bowl of the flavours that we had left for the night.

I became more at ease as I spooned out ice cream under his gaze, relaxing in his presence as I pushed it in front of him. He reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet as I shook my head.

“It’s ok, it’s just what we had left over. Free. But not because your famous, because I would give it to anyone.” I grinned at him as he raised his eyebrows, still pulling out notes.

“Fine, not for the ice cream then. For the performance.” He smirked as my eyes widened, remembering how he actually caught me, throwing myself around and singing badly to his songs. My blush fast returned as I watched him giggle.

“I’m sorry. It was too good to not mention.”

“This is so embarrassing.” I mumbled as I glared at the floor, unable to return my eyes to their original shape.

His hand appeared in my vision, as it gently went under my chin, pulling my head back up.

“It was cute. Don’t worry about it; you have great music taste clearly.” He winked at me as I broke out into a laugh, trying to ignore the spreading of tingles through my body at the word ‘cute’.

Lukes POV

I tried to keep my face straight at the sound of her melodic chuckle, but the sound spread warmth through my chest. The delightful red that had swept her cheeks died down and I began to spoon the ice cream into my mouth as she took the seat next to me.

I tried to eat slowly, not feeling bad that I was keeping her longer so much as wanting to prolong our time together. The images of her dancing on the counter still flashed through my mind, causing a swift smile to curl my lips as I tried not to laugh again.

“Thanks for saying that.” I mumbled through mouthfuls of the cold substance. She cocked an eyebrow at me in question as I jogged her memory. “That you’d do it for anyone.”

I meant it. It was so tiring that people expected me to want everything for free because of my bands sudden found fame, screaming in my face when I said hello, treating me completely differently.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re just a human with exceptional good looks and a crazy good voice,” I grinned at her as she played with the soupy cream in the tub next to me.”

“So we think similar of each other.” I blurted out, the words past my lips before I could swallow them back down. She smiled gently at me.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to shout that.” Her fingers went to her lips as she tried to hide her giggle, rising like bubbles.

“You think I’m…?” She asked as I took the opportunity to spin the stool around to face her.

“Beautiful.” She gulped quickly.

“Thank you. But the singing? No, nope and no.” I shook my head as I watched her carefully, the way her hand grazed her hair when she was embarrassed and how she bit her lip when she was trying not to laugh, her sparkly eyes that watched me carefully.

“I thought you were good.” I breathed as her smile grew again, looking down as she murmured again.

“I think you’re pretty damn good too.”

I span back around, alarmed by the sudden twist in my stomach. People complimented us al the time, but this was different. This felt like the first time my family told us that we were great; this felt like it mattered a lot to me. This girl mattered.

“Y/N.” I breathed in mid thought.

“That’s me.” She murmured back, fingering her name tag as I finished the bowl off, absent-mindedly scraping the bottom as i realised to my dismay that there was no more.

“I’m finished.” I stated with a frown as she hopped up, grabbing her jacket off the coat hanger by the door. I followed her, the heat that filled me at her laughs slowly draining out and leaving me cold. I watched her as she put her coat on, blinking as I thought I recognised the same disappointment as the one that filled me cross her face. It was gone in a millisecond.

“Well, it was nice to meet you.” She said brightly, her voice slightly higher than when we had been casually chatting. A smile plastered on her face, slightly crooked whilst I nodded, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Thank you.” My voice was barely above a whisper as I looked at the floor.

“Well, good luck in your future endeavours. In case I never see you again.” She laughed as I gathered the courage to look directly into her eyes again, a sense of urgency filling me as I drew in a breath I didn’t know I was holding. My voice became brave.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. I want to try the rocky road that you were eating, beautiful.”

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"Or do you want me to write Oliver and Tony’s showdown from It Runs in the Family?" YES YES I DO I WANT OLIVER MEETING UNCLE STEVE AND AUNT NATASHA AND "COUSIN BUCKY" AND CLINT AND YES PLEASE *grabby hands*

Oliver took a deep breath as he stepped out of his room at the Stark Mansion.  Tonight was the engagement party that Felicity’s parents were throwing for Felicity and himself.  And he was nervous.  Not just because he knew that Tony must have invited all of his Avengers friends, all of Felicity’s honorary uncles, and tonight would be a never-ending string of people threatening him with all kinds of injuries if he hurt Felicity.

But … this was his introduction into Felicity’s world, both as Oliver Queen and as the Green Arrow.  And what if all of these people looked at him and judged that not only wasn’t he good enough for Felicity, he wasn’t good enough to be the Green Arrow?  Any one of these people tonight could make his life very difficult … 

To his surprise, there was no answer when he knocked on Felicity’s door.  He jumped when J.A.R.V.I.S. said, in an apologetic tone, “Miss Stark is already downstairs, Mr. Queen.”  

“Oh.  Um, thanks,” he said, unsure if he would ever not feel silly talking to thin air.  He’d have to get over that, though, since Felicity had her own version of J.A.R.V.I.S. in her apartment and was bound to install it in their future home.  

Their home.  Oliver found himself smiling just at the thought.  He was going to live with Felicity.  She had his engagement ring on her finger, and hopefully in no more than six months, she would have his wedding ring, too.  And he’d have a ring on his finger, too.

When he reached the foot of the stairs, he saw Felicity standing with her parents.  All three of them were talking at the same time, one of the friendly arguments they had all the time that Oliver didn’t really understand.  But that was okay.  Just as long as he could stand by Felicity’s side and hold her hand and see her win the fight, as usual.  

“There you are,” he said, walking up to her and kissing her cheek.  

“Oliver!” Felicity exclaimed with a wide smile.  She grabbed his hand and pulled him close to her.  “Hi.  You look so handsome.”  Her free hand stroked the lapel of his suit and she looked up at him through her eyelashes.  

“You are gonna kill me,” he said with a smile, taking in her sparkling eyes and shiny curls, to go with the long blue gown she was wearing.  “You look beautiful, and now you’re giving me the come-hither look with your parents right here?”  

Her smile softened.  “Just trying to make you think of something other than your nerves.  You know everyone’s going to love you, so you shouldn’t be nervous.”  

“They’ll love me once they’re done threatening me,” Oliver told her, pulling her close to him.  

Felicity’s lips pursed and she sighed.  “You’re right.  All my uncles are going to trot out that old line.  ‘If you hurt her, you’re gonna wish you were never born’, etc. etc.”  She tilted her head to one side, then looked at him and smiled brightly.  “But my aunts won’t do that.”

“Oh, they won’t?” he asked, dropping her hand and wrapping his arm around her.

“Yep.  Because they know there wouldn’t be anything left of you after I finished taking care of you, if you hurt me.  Which you won’t, so there’s nothing to worry about, like I said.”  

Oliver buried his face against her neck, his shoulders shaking with laughter.  God, he loved her.  

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I offer you a sliver of hope.

1. Don’t read too much into things said during interviews and promos. The actors have great insight, but frankly they sometimes contradict each other and even themselves. They aren’t the writers, and while they can tease us to all hell with what they do know (and, mind you, they can’t possibly know the whole story) they also can very well be feeding us red herring for buzz and to keep us on the edge of our seats. We will never know whats real and whats bait until the episodes are released.

2. I was mad about Sabotagewald at first, but I mean, he has ALWAYS been like this. He sees a position he wants to be in, and destroys anyone currently holding it, so he can take it for himself. That’s the Oswald we (and, yes, Ed!) fell in love with. Oswald has always been petty and ambitious and a fighter, and while I hope he doesn’t kill her (see this post about my Queen of Hearts theory) we can at least relish seeing him be the delicious, conniving character he is.

3. It is so so so early into this season. Look back at the last two seasons and see how much things change in a matter of an episode. A week ago we didn’t know for sure if Oswald loved Ed. Their dynamic has gone through a huge metamorphosis in only the four episodes in which they’ve appeared together. As per Gotham’s history this will happen many more times, and we should not let small “setbacks” break this ship. They wrote Oswald to be canonically in love with Ed: they came this far, and it is going SOMEWHERE.

4. Nygmobblepot draws attention to Gotham and has brought in more viewers than it has scared away. These two beautiful characters are ratings in a sparkly gay oragami paper wrapped package. People who don’t even watch the show ship them now, some even watching only scenes of them (they’re missing out on the rest of this amazing show, their loss), it’s insane. The writers would be daft not to milk this. We will get our nygmobblepot, but its honestly both good writing and marketing to drag it out with a lot of drama. It’s working, look at us right now as a fandom from the sheer release of a promo video!

5. Slow burn is smart from a safety standpoint. I hate (HATE HATE HATE) the idea of pandering to homophobes, but unfortunately that’s showbusiness. They can’t dump it all on us at once - look at some of the reactions they’ve gotten from making this one sided alone, now imagine if they’d written Oswald’s confession and a kiss into ep6. Would have been even worse. I hate that they have to…but they have to, from a ratings standpoint. Slow burn is the logical writing choice to drive shippers crazy while not being blunt with casual watchers, some who might be on the edge of homophobia (in the “discomfort zone”). It sucks, but that’s the business.

6. Gotham is a toxic city. Even poor puppy love Bruce and Selina are full of drama now. Expect that, on some level, for the newly canonized nygmobblepot. We will have our cute moments, eventually, when the right time has come as per the writers’ point of views. But there will always, always be angst in this ship, just as there is in every other couple on Gotham, and that’s okay because we will have so much beautiful nygmobblepot.

Please keep your chins up, my friends. Our ship will have high and low points - really, it’s more like a submarine! (Hraah, hraah, hraah)