mel makes things


and that’s the hope I have, the only thing I know that’s keeping me alive

I wonder if this was scripted–this little kiss Mon-el stretches up to give her to end the scene. Like, do they get directed to do things like this quick peck or the kiss on the check previously in the episode, or is it just Chris x Mel having great chemistry and working really well together? The karamel relationship feels so real because of the attention to detail we’ve seen in each of their interactions, and I’m sure that the credit goes to Chris x Mel for that. I often take for granted what it means to have this relationship ship seem so natural and real–that it means Chris x Mel have a strong, natural chemistry as people and as actors, and they really care about their characters’ relationship portrayal. All these small interactions they have really authenticate the relationship. I love these two, and I love them togther.



part 2 : put some cameos from protagonist WHO DOESN’T GO TO NATIONALS (most because of Karasuno)
Previous Karasuno captain - Dateko - Ikejiri - Suguru - Aoba Josai (minus two of them who still missing) (you know who)

anonymous asked:

Why do people always think of Slytherins as bad people? I mean, I get it almost every one of the bad guys were Slytherins, but people forget all the good ones too. Andromeda, Slughorn, Regulus,... Each time I say I'm in Slytherin there's someone who says "but you're not evil" AND IT'S SO FREAKING ANNOYING!

It is. It’s really fucking irritating but it’s a stereotype. Hufflepuffs are always expected to be marshmallows and Ravenclaws are always expected to be the smartest person in the room. Gryffindors are always the good guys and Slytherins are always the bad guys.
It’s a vicious cycle where people expect it, so we act like it (sometimes out of spite but it always backfires) so they expect it more.
I’m not sure there’s a way to end the cycle because someone will always expect it and someone else will always egg on those expectations by acting like it.
- Mel (the Slytherin)

Allister and Melody Episode 1 Scene 7

Okay so this was probably the most fun scene to write…at least according to Tony since he basically wrote it this way XD I was in charge of keeping true to the plot, he did dialogue. And then everyone else made up a few of the jokes and stuff. 

But anyway, this is a scene where Allister and Sally are talking and trying to decide what to do with Melody. Since neither one of them know they’re related, Al tries to keep her magical ability a secret before Mel accidentally spoils it in front of Sal. 

feuer-der-holle  asked:

50 sasusaku! Yayy for hopefully reading something by you again!

50 - going through a divorce au



“You’re making a mistake.”

His pen paused on the ink-printed page. Lips mulling slightly, Sasuke exhaled a slow breath before looking up to his father’s figure, finding him standing calmly by the frame of his office door. He looked at him steadily.

“Maybe in your eyes, father,” he finally replied, returning his attention to the finalizing papers at hand.

“This will change things for the company, Sasuke. If you end this marriage with the Hyuuga girl, you’re not just going to risk its future, you’re going to be throwing all your responsibilities away.”

His fingers tightened around the pen, mouth thinning. Taking care not to let too much anger seep into his tone, Sasuke shot back, “The responsibilities you put onto me as a child. I never wanted any of this. The only reason I went along with all this was so that one day you would see me for who I am and you would stop projecting the hopes you had for Itachi onto me.”

His father’s brows furrowed at that, but he kept his silence. Sasuke fought the urge to grit his teeth.

“I am not Itachi, father. I will never be able to do the things he wanted to do—the things you spent so much time training him for. I can’t—I can’t become the son that you lost.”

He swallowed tightly afterwards, eyes trained so diligently on his father’s ever-collected figure. He never liked to bring up Itachi’s death to him, not when he still remembered with acutely painful detail how his father had sobbed in the privacy of his study the night the news came to them. To this day, Sasuke had still never told him what he’d seen.

Then, his father’s hand curled, and his heart quickened. With vigilant eyes, Sasuke watched the man advance, glancing composedly around the office. His grip tightened again when his father’s gaze landed deliberately on a picture of a pretty pink-haired doctor sitting on his desk.

“Is this because of her?” he asked, tone smooth and bland—and tinged with something he didn’t like.

“Sakura is part of it, but she isn’t the one you need to blame. I’m the one who came to this decision. Sakura only helped me see the truth in what I truly wanted from my life. And she isn’t the only one.”

“Uzumaki—who the Hyuugas blame for seducing your wife.”

Ex-wife, whom I never loved, Sasuke corrects in his mind, but neglects to say. “Yes.”

“And that professor you’re so often seen with. Hatake, I believe.”

“Him, too.”

His father fixed him for a while, before leting out a long breath, so languid and quiet. It almost made him sound resigned, Sasuke realized, brows furrowing warily.

Then: “If that is truly what you want, Sasuke, then I will not stop you.”

Sasuke’s jaw slackened, shock rippling through him with enough force to leave him speechless, breathless. Mind spinning, he looked at his father with dazed, slightly widened eyes, noting the compliant acceptance in his features, faint traces of paternal fondness in his eyes and… an apology.

(for what he’d done, for never realizing the wishes of his remaining son’s heart. for trying to make him into someone he never could be.)

Sasuke’s throat grew tight. He took a moment to steady his thoughts.

Then, in one swift move, he straightened his figure and bowed to his father, lingering with great regard. “Thank you, father.”

He only stood up again when the sound of the door shutting echoed through his office, signaling his father’s exit. A faint smile growing to his lips, Sasuke took his seat once more, and finalized his divorce with one swift stroke of his pen.

Finally free, he thought, gaze settling fondly on the smiling picture of the only woman who ever had his heart. Feeling it rush with warmth, he reached for his phone and tapped swiftly on the screen until he found the right number, pressing on it.

He only had to wait two rings before she finally picked up.


“Hey,” he said. “It’s done. Can I see you tonight?”

Sakura giggled in reply. “Of course, Sasuke-kun. Pick me up at eight?”

Sasuke’s lips twitched wider. “It’s a date.”

“It’s a date!” He could practically hear her smile. “I’ll see you later, Sasuke-kun.”

His eyes softened. “See you later, Sakura.”

ninjaboots  asked:

IMMA DO THE PROMPT THING AWW YISSSSS. Sid/Geno, Sidney accidentally comes out to the team when he sees his ex-boyfriend at a bar.

“Sid."  Geno all but collapses into the booth next to him, Flower, Tanger and Nealer shoving at each other as they slide into the other side.  Geno’s clutching an enormous, half-empty beer glass and bumping Sidney with his hip until he scoots over to make room.  "Sid, Sid."  He tsks under his breath as he slings an arm over the back of the bench behind him.  “Hide at table again?”

"I’m not hiding,” he says quickly.  Too quickly, judging by everyone’s raised eyebrows.  “Actually, I was thinking I might go home soon.”

“What?  No, it’s not even nine o’clock yet."  Flower looks genuinely distressed by the thought; it makes Sidney wonder just how much he’s already had to drink.  "Come on, some of us have babies at home and we’re still making an effort to spend time with the team, Sid!”

Stop saying my name,” Sidney hisses, hunching down in his seat.  “Shit, is he looking over here?”

“Who?” Nealer asks.

“The tall guy in the jean jacket, over by the pool table.  Don’t look, what are you doing?”

"I … dude, I don’t even know how to respond to that.”

“He’s not look,” Geno says, and Sidney lets himself relax a hair.

“Okay.  You’re sure?”

“Hey, how come G doesn’t get told off for looking?”

“Because he didn’t look like he was auditioning for Cirque du Soleil when he did it,” Sidney answers absently.  His eyes are still stuck on the area around the pool table, trying to keep watch without looking like he’s keeping watch.  “I should probably just get out of here,” he adds, mostly to himself, and Nealer snorts.

“Shit, Sid.  What, do you owe this guy money or something?”

“No, he’s my ex.”

It’s not as though the whole bar goes suddenly silent, but it seems that way to Sidney as the words hang in the air over the table.  It’s too late to snatch them back; too late to do anything but stare blindly into space as the fact of what he’s just done comes crashing down around him.  The sounds of laughter and shouted voices and the terrible music piping over the speakers all fades away, leaving nothing but his own thundering heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“Well."  Flower clears his throat, loud as a gunshot, and drains the rest of his beer.  "We can go somewhere else, if you want.”

“Yeah."  Tanger nods thoughtfully.  "There’s gotta be some gay bars around here somewhere.”

“I meant somewhere he wouldn’t have to be around his ex-boyfriend, teton.  Not that we couldn’t,” Flower adds in Sidney’s direction.  “I bet most of the guys would be up for going; I don’t know where, but that shit can’t be hard to Google, right?”

“Oh my god,” Sidney chokes out, somewhere between hysterical and horrified laughter as relief and embarrassment spread through him in equal measures.  “Guys, the Penguins descending en masse on a gay bar is not subtle.”

“Come out is big deal.  If you’re not want, no one is push,” Geno rumbles with an entirely unnecessary warning glare around the table, every bit as close to Sidney as he was a minute ago, and Sidney will just add that to the growing list of ways in which this night as turned completely fucking surreal.

“It’s not that–I mean, I wasn’t, that’s a big part of why he dumped me in the first place; and I’d be okay with doing it now, for someone special, but not for a freaking field trip to a gay bar.  Look, it was just kind of a shitty breakup, and "  He sighs, staring for a moment at the beer that Geno offers him before downing the rest of it.  "Yeah, maybe we should go somewhere else.  Asshole,” he mutters under his breath as he deposits the glass on the table with a heavy thunk.  “This is a fucking Pens bar; he knows that.”

“Okay, look,” Nealer interjects.  “I’m down with going somewhere else, whatever, if that’s what you want to do, but seriously, you’re doing this all wrong.”


“Hiding, running away–fuck that, man!  You’re a fuckin’ sports star, you’re a legend, you’re Sidney Crosby, for chrissake.  What you need to do is win this fucking breakup.”


“No,” Flower says slowly, brow creased in thought.  “Actually … he’s right.”

“Fuck yeah, I am!”

“Fuck him, anyway” Tanger says.  A scowl is building over his face–the same one Sidney’s used to seeing when somebody tries to start shit on the ice.  “Like he can do better.”

“Yeah, he probably cries himself to sleep after ever game.”

“I doubt it."  Sidney shrugs.  "He was never really interested in hockey.”

“He …"  Flower simply stares at him for a moment as the information processes.  "Wow.  The sex must’ve been fucking amazing.”

“Anyway."  Tanger clears his throat and pretends he doesn’t notice Sidney turning red.  "Nealer’s right; you need to win this.”

“How the fuck do you even win a breakup?”

“You’ve gotta prove that your relationship was a low point,” Flower suggests.  “And that your life’s pretty much perfect now.”


“Have hot boyfriend,” Geno says, letting his arm slip from the back of the bench down around Sidney’s shoulders, eyebrows waggling over a grin when Sidney stares up at him in surprise.

“Thought you said a hot boyfriend, G.”

“Fuck you, Nealsy, I’m catch.”

“Actually, I think he was kind of jealous about you.  All of you,” Sidney clarifies quickly.  “You know, me spending so much time around the team, a bunch of sweaty, half-naked guys.  He was kind of a douche about it sometimes.”

“Perfect,” Tanger approves.  “That’s a good start.”

“Thanks."  Sidney clears his throat, glancing briefly up at Geno as the others start arguing over the best way to rub Sidney’s success in his ex’s face.  "You really don’t have to do this, but it’s nice of you, in a really weird sort of way.  You, uh … you’re sure you don’t mind?”

“Most sure,” Geno murmurs, tugging him in closer until Sidney’s leaning against his side, the warmth of Geno’s body seeping into his, the words he’s speaking all but whispered in Sidney’s ear.  “I’m not mind at all.”

“Okay."  Sidney swallows hard and wonders if Geno can feel the way his heart is pounding against his ribs.  "Good to know.”


“You’re definite win breakup,” Geno says, pulling back from a hard, hungry kiss to set his mouth to Sidney’s throat.

“He doesn’t–oh, fuck."  He digs his fingers into the muscles of Geno’s back, trying to get better leverage to grind their hips together the way he wants to.  Geno’s bedroom is upstairs, and Sidney’s honestly not sure they’re gonna make it there.  "He’s not even gonna k-know we went … home together,” he manages to pant out, and Geno smiles, slow and wicked, before he kisses him again.

“We see.”

sai crashed and then my pen pressure ceased to exist :’D only thing left from a comic

flashfic - you're wrong, about that loveless heart of mine

“I thought I was done. I was so fucking done,“ she said, sad and tired. Her shoulders slumped, fingers digging into her arms. "It was so… exhausting, loving you.”


Suddenly, her head snapped up. Angry, tearful eyes met his hesitant ones.

“I don’t think you can love anything, Sasuke,” she spat, tone bitter and almost vicious. 

He almost jerked back in surprise, jaw slackening. Then, his eyes darkened and he leaned forward threateningly, a sneer slipping to his lips.

“Well apparently I can,” he snapped, “since I love you.”

I keep foam stickers in my backpack to give to people who I think need or deserve one and they’re very colorful and I have an assortment of not only aliens but also dinosaurs and like as silly as it sounds I genuinely want to mail one of those stickers to Dan like I dunno if it would help but he could have a little purple dinosaur or a little green alien to stick on his fridge or whatever and I think that’s always a nice thing

Dan if you’re reading this go buy some foam dinosaur/alien stickers and put them on ur fridge like it’s definitely not gonna solve any of your problems but it’ll look super silly and you’ll feel like a seven year old and it’ll be great I promise trust me on this one I’m a scientist


This is a nice boy. This is a good boy. This is a mother’s angel. And I want the world to know once and for all, and without any shame, that we love him. I’m going to teach you. I’m going to teach you how to walk, how to speak, how to move, how to think. Together, you and I are going to make the single greatest contribution to science since the creation of fire. 

Young Frankenstein (1974)

This is still pretty rough, I started painting it last night at like 1am. I’m sure I’ll finish it up here soon, but I thought I’d share at the halfway point anyhow.

anonymous asked:

Sasusaku gender reversal? Sasuke as a girl, sakura as a guy with pink hair lol. Three-sentenced fic please?

“Why do you like me anyway?” he whispered to her one night, looking dejected as he puffed away locks of bright hair from his face, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously as he clarified, “I mean, my forehead is huge, and god… my hair is pink–I’m a boy and I have pink hair.”

Sighing, Sasuko pulled herself away from her warm boyfriend’s side, dark eyes catching his insecure gaze with mild annoyance as she replied calmly, “So? It doesn’t matter to me.”

She watched as Sakuya faltered a little bit, his mouth parting lightly in light disappointment, and her eyes softened, fingers reaching out to touch the ends of his hair tenderly as she blushed faintly, and mumbled, “Annoying… stop worrying over nothing–I like your hair a lot.”

1) Give me a pairing.

2) Give me an AU setting.

3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.