more of an i know which ones are my fans sort of acknowledgement

Bakushima/Kiribaku could be canon

Well okay, first of all I’m not that kind of big dreamer who thinks this really is gonna become canon ‘cause… not. Let’s be real, this is a shonen manga, read by a majority of teenage boys, and therefore, explicit shonen ai will never occur (hope i’m wrong).

If Horikoshi sensei was gonna make a m/m ship canon, probably he would start receiving some hate from his fans, which is pretty sad.

But on the other hand, implicit insinuation may occur, and I think that’s already happening. I’m gonna try to lay up some very canon moments beacuse Kirishima/Bakugou it’s just so great… <3

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Just Tattoo of Us

A/N: Well, hello there. It’s been a while. This request has been sitting in my inbox for decades and I’ve only just found the motivation, inspiration, and dedication to write this up. What in damnation. This one… It’s not my favourite, let’s just put it that way. And also, I’ve made Harley seem like such a bimbo in this so I apologise, it was just a writing technique to create a contrast. But anyways, this was fun to write, taking some inspiration from my muse in my RP’s, thank you very much, @thekrazykeke and @i-got-that-smilex my darlings, I love you. So enjoy this one, my loves, and I’ll see you next time x.

Request: Hi! If you’re still doing requests could you do one where the reader is Mr. J’s tattoo artist, the only one he hasn’t killed. Maybe have a jealous Harley in it.

Warning(s): Swearing, slight (sexual) violence i.e. choking, sexual references, light dirty talk, Cheater!Joker, Jealous!Harley

Word count: 2,166

Pairing(s): Joker x Reader / Joker x OC (Original Character) /  Joker x Harley

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again


          The bell dinged, signifying yet another customer entering the already crowded tattoo studio. Mind you, it was a Saturday at 1:19pm in the middle of a busy city - Gotham; to be exact.

City of Crime.

Has a ring to it.

Even though the dangerous city had quite the crude reputation to be… crooked, let’s say, she loved living in it. It was just something about living life on the edge - never really knowing whether the next day would be her last - that excited her and she couldn’t get enough of the rush that came with it.

Though of course, the perks also came with a few disadvantages, that many would say would be a little too colossal of a problem and would turn them away from moving to the crime-ridden town.

You know, just a tad of a turn-off.

She had run into - well, saw at the corner of a street and then swivelled in the other direction as fast as she could - many a criminal during her occasional strolls through the underworld.

Don’t take a midnight stroll on the wrong side of town, I’m telling you. It’s not a good idea.

There was one special occasion, however.

Meeting the one, the only, the infamous, Joker: Clown Prince of Crime - the ‘Jester of Genocide’, if you will - under the pale moonlight oddly drew her being towards him in some sort of way. Which way that was, she didn’t know herself yet. Maybe curiosity, maybe incredulity, maybe attraction, but she was certainly intrigued by the acid-washed man.

Now, the woman wasn’t an idiot, nor ignorant, at that. She had acknowledged the presence of his partner in crime - his Harley Quinn - nevertheless, she persisted in trying to get into his circle of trust, to be his friend, in an obscure form.

You would think being his tattoo artist wouldn’t get her very far, huh?

She was the only tattoo artist within a 3 mile radius of his unknown location in which he and Harley lived.

I wasn’t kidding when I said the tattoo studio was crowded. How much do you wanna bet getting a micro-sized rose on your ankle is? Joker made sure she was earning as much as your standard lawyer or doctor in the city by taking the liberty to act on some pretty drastic measures.

Basically, he execute every other tattoo artist in the general area, to put it simply.

How sweet.

But as one can imagine, his significant other would be slightly suspicious, and that was to be expected when your man paid special and notable attention to another woman. Yes, jealously wasn’t exactly an aspired trait in a normal relationship. But anyone who knew about them and their past knew that Harley Quinn and her Joker were anything but ordinary.

Jumping into a VAT full of bubbling acid to prove your love for a psychopath who manipulated you?

No thank you.

Although, with saying that, the adrenaline-addicted tattoo artist from a family background was seemingly willing to do anything and everything but.

“I was thinking about a new lip tattoo, whaddya think?” A deep yet velvety voice broke her from her trance and snapped her back to reality where she noticed she had just been staring out of the recently cleaned, sparkling window, wielding a tattoo pen that was still whirring from inscribing her art onto her last customer - she had forgotten to turn the machine off before spacing out.

Quickly switching the it off, she swallowed before looking up at the blindingly green-haired man standing in front of the mirror and pulling at his bottom lip, inspecting.

“Well if you want it to say "P U S S Y”, count me out.“ She retorted with a quick wit, something she never really understood if it was a gift or a curse. Her sharp tongue usually got her into some hefty trouble more than a few times. But hey, she was comical.

Her comment earned a chuckle from him which in turn made her smile to herself. Making him laugh was always a daily mission for her. To see him smile because of what she did or said was always an achievement.

"That’s why I like you, doll. You always have some sarcastic remark. It’s refreshing. Hearing the words "yes, Daddy” and “play with me, Daddy” from Harls everyday gets repetitive over time.“ He sauntered over after checking himself once over in the mirror - vain bastard - and sat on the extended tattoo couch, now level with her, as she had been sitting in her spinny chair, whilst she discarded of her old rubber gloves and put on a new pair, the sound of the material smacking against her skin as she pulled on them.

"Oh, I’m sure it must be very tiring to have kinky sex on the daily, J.” She rolled her eyes as she used his nickname that only certain people were allowed to call him. He normally only allowed others to refer to him as “Joker” or “Mister J”. She snickered at the glare he gave her before continuing, not adhering the warning. “I’m serious! Ya gotta use the handcuffs, the ropes, the ice, the foreplay, the whips… I would imagine fucking your tailor-made girlfriend who obeys your every command would be absolutely tedious.”

His hands were around her throat and squeezing within seconds after she had finished her sentence, making her stand up with him and letting him push her back into the wall with a thump, a constricted grunt of slight pain resounding from her closed throat. Her doe eyes looked up and met his narrowed ones with only a few inches between them.

“I don’t think you want to know just how interesting I can really be with my toys, doll-face, so I suggest you shut up about my sex life unless you want me to prove to you that you’re wrong.” His threat was laced with a presence of sexual tension. The sensation of his fingers around her neck and his breath fanning her face with seducing threats that came with his body mere centimetres away from hers almost made her knees buckle from underneath her and she had to stop herself from releasing an audible moan of desperation and anticipation from thinking about what he could do to her right then and there.

The two of them must’ve stayed in that position - staring each other down with nothing but their laboured breaths filling the room - for a solid five or so minutes until the door to the room slammed wide open and a bustling bleached-blonde skipped in, the sound of her heels tapping against the floorboards jolting the woman held against the wall back to life and she tried pulling away, but to no avail. Keeping his grip tight, but not tight enough to cut off the airways, he continued to gaze intently into her eyes. His glazed over with a fire burning deep inside of him that he didn’t conjure with his girlfriend any longer.

“Puddin’?…” A mixed tone of anger, disappointment, and rejection was detectable from Harley as the nickname for her lover spewed from her red lips. Walking into a secluded room to see the man she loved with a woman she had already been jealous of, in a position she thought was only reserved for her in the bedroom, brung out the worst in her as she felt the rage bubbling up inside at an increasing rate. Ready to pounce at the bitch trying to steal her boyfriend, she was stopped by the voice she had fallen in love with.

“Harley, sweetums, I want you to go home and be ready for me for when I get back, okay? Daddy’s going to get a new tattoo and I was just in the middle of telling our artist here exactly what I want. Detail… by… detail.” The reply had a sickly sweet underlay to it which, to any typical person, could’ve been easily picked up on and scoffed at - something she almost did - but to Harley, blinded by her emotions towards the criminal, it was just another demand for sex which she gladly complied to every time. She looked past everything she had just witnessed only minutes ago after hearing the pet name she had been called, convincing herself that the man dangerously close to a woman that wasn’t her, still loved her in his own way.

“Alright, Daddy, but don’t be long. I’ll be waiting…” An exaggerated grin, accompanied by a giggle, was sent in his direction before she turned on her heel and walked through the doorway, shutting the door with a click after her.

Shoving his body off of her, the trained tattoo artist dramatically gagged and stuck her forefinger inside her mouth. She was amazed yet disgusted at the same time at how submissive a woman could be towards a man. Never in her life did she witness such obedience without question to someone who was clearly not right in the noggin’.

“You’ve messed her up, J. Like real bad. She worships the ground you walk on. She’s just your fucking sex toy and she doesn’t even realise it, thinking you "love” her and shit.“ A rant had been building up inside of her until finally it started to be projected. "I kinda feel sorry for the girl. She was a psychologist, a good one at that, with a Ph.D, and you’ve somehow manipulated her and worked your way into her mind so that now she’d do anything for you. She’d die for you.”

“And that’s how I like it. People in this city respect me, all becau-.”

“That’s not respect! That’s psychological torture and I’ll be damned if I end up like another one of your 'dolls’ you can have fun with one minute and couldn’t give a fuck about the next.” She didn’t notice but she had begun to yell with pent up anger flowing out of her, she didn’t even register entirely what she was saying.

She had wanted to be by his side for as long as she could remember after meeting him, as his companion, his partner, his lover. She had thought she could replace Harley and become his new Queen of Crime. However, after seeing what previous Dr. Harleen Quinzel had now become under his hands, she begun to have second thoughts.

“You think I would treat you just like some random woman I picked up from the club? Oh, no, no, no. You… are one of a kind. You’re unique… You’re mine.” As he spoke  these enticing words in a sultry manner, he came closer. Each step forward he made, resulted in one step backward for her until the back of her knees hit the chair and she fell back into it, now laying down. She watched as he placed his hands either side of her on the arm rests and wedged his knees beside her, crawling up her body until he was hovering above.

Her breath became uneven as she tried to stop herself from giving in and looking down at his crimson lips that looked o so kissable. “I want you. And the things I want, I get, no matter how. I know you’ve been wanting me since the first time you saw me. I know you touch yourself at night at the thought of me doing dirty things to you. When you’re alone in bed and your mind keeps drifting off to think about what I could do with your body. And I know how badly you want to feel full. You want me inside you. Isn’t that right?”

The way he spoke her thoughts aloud without caring who heard him made her cheeks turn a shade of red so deep she didn’t even think it possible and her core slick with want and need. The rough nature of his gravelly voice mixed with the undertones of lust and greed for her, visibly shook her as goosebumps appeared on her skin. Hearing all of these sinful words whispered from the mouth she had tried to resist earlier made her reach up to pull his head down as she just couldn’t take the teasing any longer, connecting their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss.

A growl was released from the depths of his throat as he shifted his body weight onto his elbows either side of her head and pressed his lower half into her, allowing her to feel what she did to him without touching him once. Hands moving to grip his shirt around his torso, she opened her mouth to grant him access to explore with his tongue before moaning gently.

Amongst all the fiery desire and passion the both of them were sharing, she had managed to remember a specific moment that had happened during his visit to the studio earlier before which made her pull away from his hungry lips to add her sarcastic rebuttal, as she always did,

Play with me, Daddy.”

anonymous asked:

Okay but now i'm really gonna need the story of you summoning, meeting and befriending Satan when you reach the optimal follower count. Pretty please with Jenny on top!?!?

IT’S TIME (I’ve literally been waiting for this moment for a week)


The coffee shop is nearly empty, patrons heading home to dinner and family and sleep. The parking lot outside is quiet and dark, cars silently gliding towards the road, sweeping their headlights briefly over the store front before sliding away. The baristas are more often in the break room than behind the counter, scheduling next week’s shifts and discussing how exactly they’re going to distribute the closing tasks today. They know that the customers who are left are fine, fresh refills in their cups and the knowledge that another is but a holler away.

The author has been observing the slow trickle of people for a while now, casually flipping between the novel she’s supposed to be writing, a bullet point list of interesting facial features, and a crockpot recipe she’s trying to convince herself she really wants to try.

(She does not know why she think she should enjoy crockpot shepherd’s pie. She just knows that she should enjoy it.)

She is one of three customers left in the store. There is a man she’s affectionately named “The Wizard” for his tendency to drape his coat over his shoulders like a cape. He is huddled over his tablet and might be near tears as he scribbles something out. The other customer is a woman the author knows quite well, but will not acknowledge. It is not because of her needle-like teeth or the script written carefully across her shirt or even because of the off-putting cackle the woman seems fond of.

It is because there is some trouble the author knows she should not engage.

So she ignores the woman-who-will-not-be-named and focuses on her computer.

It’s as she’s typing out “charming slouch, neck extended, a home out of his spine” and “add twice amount of onion” that she gets the notification.

The notification.

“Oh fuck,” says the author. She has not prepared for this at all. (This is pretending that she would have prepared for it with prior warning.)

(She would not have.)

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anonymous asked:

can you recommend some korrasami fics?

Of course I can! Man, I don’t even know where to start, but these are some of the ones that come to mind:

March of Progress by @threehoursfromtroy

The Avatar must protect nature, foster peace, and keep the world safe.
The CEO of Future Industries must expand, innovate, and, at the end of the day, turn a profit.

Korra and Asami have fallen in love, and fallen hard. But when their duties come between them, their world convulses around them, and their pasts still haunt them both, can the world’s most powerful couple survive?

~ I’ve recommended this many times and still stand by this fic (and the whole Comes Marching Home series). We get to see the development of Korra and Asami in terms of their relationship, their characterization and their hardships. Also, the author is an absolute sweetheart!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6996448/chapters/15938416

The Everthere by @guileheroine

Korra and Asami on the steady, special road to life partnership. A post-reunion, post(ish)-college roommate AU.

~ So, I’m not usually a fan of AU stories, but this one has left me stunned on multiple occasions. The characterization of Korra and Asami is divine, their relationship progression is so pure and beautiful and the story is captivating. It’s a slow burn story that is definitely worth your time!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8541466/chapters/19581724

(The characterization in this story reminds me of Nightmares and Daydreams by SorbetLaitier - another sort of slow burn  story that I would highly recommend –> https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10837027/1/Nightmares-and-Daydreams)

Absence of Light by @sniperct

Ten years ago, Avatar Korra opened a spirit portal in the center of Republic City. In the decade since, Korra has overseen a new era of peace. But there are dangers old and new, creeping shadows threatening to strangle and choke out the light and throw the world back out of balance. In the absence of light, what hope remains?

~ I’ve recommended this to some people because it’s honestly one of the best stories that I’ve ever read (this too, has its own series called The Avatar and the Inventor). Here, we have a badass married Korrasami couple and a very interesting/dangerous villain. We also get to see some good ol’ characters from ATLA!

All These Broken Hearts on That Pole by Gummy

Korra knew this was insane. Absolutely utterly mad. The first time she ever stepped foot in a strip club and of course she had to fall for one of the strippers. The entire thing felt like a tired, worn out cliche. But cliche or not, something was happening and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let it slip through her fingers.

~ This is another AU involving a strip club - need I say more? I haven’t read this one in a while, but I would definitely say that it’s worth the read!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3298841/chapters/7203143

Parts to Play by @darling-gypsum

Asami Sato has been raised her whole life to distrust benders, but now, she doesn’t know quite what to make of the Avatar. The two girls bond as the Equalist threat looms over Republic City, but the threat could be closer than Korra realizes. Asami’s allegiances are tested. (designed to blend the “Asami Equalist AU” into most of the show canon, so Korrasami, Makorra, and Masami ships are all acknowledged and explored) 

Unseen moments in the last two books, as Korra and Asami fly out of and back into each other’s lives.Sequel to “Parts to Play” Books 1 & 2.

~ This is definitely a must-read story! It takes an alternative path in books 1 & 2 with an equalist!asami narrative. Book 3 & 4 are more of what we are used to in the show. The characters really get fleshed out and we get to see lot of behind-the-scenes moments/interactions. A very beautiful story/series indeed! 

Book 5: Light by @asami-snazz

A complete Book 5 story following Korra and Asami from the final and beyond as the couple navigate through their new relationship whilst also dealing with rising anti-spirit tension at home and considerable political instability in the rest of the Four Nations as Korra and Asami are tested more than ever before.

“The canon seemed to be being fired carelessly from the Spirit Wilds. Korra…No…Gut instinct told Asami that the Avatar would be there.”

~ I’ve always had a great liking for this story! Very nice characterization and relationship-building for both Korrasami  with a really neat plot! It starts out fluffy but gets very interesting as the chapter go on! We get to Asami have some amazing moments and we also get to see a bit more about Korra’s mental state. Highly recommend this!

Some other must-reads that are well-known include:

The Seeking Balance series by SimplyKorra (a.k.a weissrose on this site) 

http://archiveofourown.org/series/273651

Spin the Rails series by @lokgifsandmusings and @progmanx

https://archiveofourown.org/series/188699

Venti Sized Crush by ZoeReed

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3954847/chapters/8867536

They say that true love hurts. Well, this could almost kill me by frenetic_core 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3765220/chapters/8363638

…and a whole lotta others that I want to include (but this list is already getting too long :p). I haven’t bothered adding my own commentary to these last few ones due to their well-known status. But seriously, read them all!!! 

Hopefully you can find some nice stories in there that you haven’t read before. They all deserve the chance to be read and loved!!! Feel free to add on some other stories if you think I missed some good ones (which I know I did).

A PAX Proposal - Jacksepticeye x Reader

Summary: Sean surprises you after his panel at PAX with an unexpected proposal.

A/N: Fluffity fluff fluff. I didn’t use any specific gender pronouns.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 857


Originally posted by lum1natrix

“Okay, so, that’s all the time we have for questions today, and I wanna thank you all for coming out.” Sean spoke into the microphone, moving away from the podium, and walking to the front of the stage. You were watching him with a smile on your face. You were so proud of him. For the past few years, you had supported him, travelling with him to every event he’d been invited to, and sticking by him through thick and thin. He always told you how much he appreciated what you do for him. Hell, you’d even quit your job so you could move to Ireland to live with him. And you’d decided to make a career out of editing videos. Not just Sean’s videos, but other YouTuber’s as well.


“Just before I leave though, I have one more thing I need to say, or do. So, Y/N, can you come up here please?” Sean said, triggering screams from the audience. You looked up at him, surprise written all over your face. You’d already been told that Mark wanted for you and Amy to go up on stage later for his panel, but you certainly hadn’t been expecting Sean to call you up as well. You awkwardly stood up from your seat, sliding past Ethan to escape the row you had been seated in. With the help of security guards, you make your way up on to the stage, where Sean walks over to you with a smile.


“For those of you that don’t know, Y/N and I have been together for quite a while now.” Sean said, turning to look towards the audience. “And I know what you all must be thinking, how on earth do they put up with my obnoxious yelling and screaming? Well, they’ve been asked that question many times before, and the same answer is always given.” Sean handed you the microphone, for you to give your answer.


“With immense difficulty, he’s very nearly unbearable.” You said, causing laughter to emerge from the audience. Sean made a sound of protest, joking of course, before he took the microphone back from you.


“Anyway… I don’t think I, uh, talk about it enough, or tell you guys enough about this, but Y/N has been the most supporting partner I think I ever could have asked for.” Sean said, now facing you again. “And I honestly don’t know what I’d do without them.” He looked towards the audience. “You guys have no idea how many times Y/N has actually rejected my attempts to be romantic, because I was supposed to be filming.” He put a hand on his hip, giving a fake exasperated look, before throwing his hand up in the air as if he were frustrated. “I mean, who does that?” The audience laughed again.


You were actually getting a little embarrassed. You were rarely ever in the limelight, and Sean didn’t publicly acknowledge you often, respecting your privacy. And one of the questions currently going through your mind was ‘why is he doing this?’ You had no clue where this was going, and hundreds of fans witnessing your confusion wasn’t really helping.


“Y/N already knew who I was, and what I did, when we first got together.” Sean continued his mini speech. “And they knew what would come with dating a YouTuber such as myself. They’ve had their fair share of hate, which I’ve addressed in the past, and yet they still make sure that I’m putting my channel, and you guys, above them, which is something I never asked for, or encouraged. But it’s absolutely insane that they understand how important you guys are, and how they make sure you get what you deserve.”


You spotted Mark walking onstage, walking up behind Sean. You grew even more confused. What was going on? Were they planning some sort of prank?


“Y/N, you’ve put up with so much shite because of me. And I’m so grateful that I managed to find someone like you.” Sean ran a hand through his hair, a clear sign that he was feeling nervous. But what about? You were still completely oblivious. “I, uh, had to ask Wade how I was supposed to do this, as he’s got the most experience out of us when it comes to this sort of thing.” He continued. “And he said to just do what felt right, and so I’m gonna skip the rest of the mushy stuff, and just say it.”


Mark, who was now standing next to Sean, handed his friend a small box, and you swore your heart had skipped a beat. Was this what you thought it was?


“Y/N L/N.” Sean said, getting down on one knee and looking up at you. The sound of his fans screaming was near to deafening, and you could hear the sound of dozens of cameras starting to record. But you couldn’t take your eyes off the green haired dork in front of you.


“I love you Y/N.” He said, opening up the box, and revealing a ring. Your breaths got shorter, all you could think was ‘oh shit’.


“Will you marry me?”

Harry Potter: Why It's Better as Children's Fiction and Why I Hate Albus Dumbledore

Normally, I don’t write HP meta… But following a conversation I had on Ao3 with a reader of my HP/IM cross over fic. I couldn’t help myself. And yet again, here we have a LONG POST.

The Potterverse is undoubtedly magical, and the world JK has created is fascinating. The problem is that it has more holes than a Swiss cheese factory. I believe that the issue stems from the fact that quite simply, it was originally meant to be a children’s series, a fairytale – and it changed.

We all know the first books/movies had an entirely different feel than the ones toward the end. We started out with the magical Sorcerer’s Stone, where the young boy savior was introduced to such a beautiful fascinating world.

We ended up in Deathly Hallows – which compared to SS, is so jaded and dark.

I know the regular explanation about it is that the book “grew” with its readers. I don’t really buy that. For one, it would defy the nature of readership – You don’t have to be 11 to read Harry Potter. Two, even if that had been the case, it was jarring transition. Granted, books change are affected by the lives of their authors. It was always going to happen, especially given that JK struggled with depression for some time. But that doesn’t mean the shift didn’t affect the coherence of the series.

By their nature, children’s fiction are stories that force us to suspend disbelief. The moment JK turned the series from a children’s story to a darker YA saga, it forced us to reevaluate everything that had already been set up before – and a lot of it doesn’t stand up to scrutiny.

I enjoyed Sorcerer’s Stone quite a lot – it was a straightforward, lovely story with a nice, clean cut, happy ending. But post-shift, you sit down and wonder why the hell those obstacles were so easy. And wasn’t it kind of shitty of Dumbledore to give the Slytherins the house cup, then snatch it away from them? And wait, hold up… Did Harry just… burn someone alive? Oh dear…

I enjoyed Chamber of Secrets. Because Harry and parseltongue, what’s not to like? (I have a thing for snakes). But post-shift, you wonder… How the hell did Dumbledore and a school-full of living portraits managed to miss a huge ass basilisk? How was Hermione the only one to figure out what it was? Did nobody really realize the truth about Slytherin’s monster for 50 freaking years?

I enjoyed PoA—and didn’t really think too much on why the hell Hermione would be given the ability to time travel for classes, but Dumbledore couldn’t have used a time turner at any other time to save Harry’s parents. Or why it isn’t be used to… I don’t know—investigate crimes so that people don’t get stuck in Azkaban for 12 years for no reason. Terrible things happen to wizards who meddle with time indeed.

I enjoyed Goblet – and didn’t really question how the hell a binding contract can be enacted between a minor who didn’t even want to engage in said contract and a magical artifact that is apparently sentient enough to be Confounded. Until obviously, I did. (Also, Rita, Hermione, bug jar. Nuff said).

To be fair, Goblet did mark a noticeable change in tune in the series from the beginning, but it truly became noticeable at the end, with the return of Lord Voldemort and Cedric’s death.

Prior to Goblet, in the other stories, Harry always somehow managed to save the day at the end. Not so in Goblet, and this is the moment when the series takes a truly dark note - with the useless death of an innocent school boy who was literally only collateral damage.

That being said, there are a huge number of other things that, taken out of the context of a fantasy fairytale, make no sense. But since I don’t want this post to get huge – I’ll only go into detail in two things. First on the list – child abuse and the Dursleys.

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Naruto Canon Couples Foreshadowing

So many people post about why they think certain pairings “make no sense,” “never had development,” or why their ship is “the only couple that makes sense in the whole series”. So I decided to talk about how there isn’t only just one super special magic couple that “makes sense” in the entire Naruto series solely because you like it better than the others, and that most of the canon couples have some sort of development or moment at some point :)

I’m also just limiting this post to canon so it doesn’t get too long and out of hand! I may do a non-canon post later for fun, who knows! :)

As always, my pretty disclaimer: I am pro-Sakura. You will not find me bashing Sakura on here at all. (I wish I didn’t even have to say that… Jeez.) Oh, and same with Hinata. I won’t be spending time bashing her either. I like to keep things civil :)

And I promise I am not saying “this is why you should like and ship them so there”. That isn’t it at all!! You have the right to ship whoever you want!! (Trust me, kakasaku I also have kakasaku crack ships kakasaku that I enjoy kakasaku.)

I am just trying to express that Kishi didn’t just throw people together by drawing their names randomly from a hat.

Anyway, I won’t get into much detail, I just want to provide at least one example for most of the cannon couples on why there was, indeed, some sort of moment or hint that they might end up together and that it wasn’t “totally unexpected”.

First off, Sasusaku:

I hate when people claim that Sakura and Sasuke have “no development”. Just because you do not want to acknowledge the development does not mean it never happened. Some people try to make it sound like Sakura and Sasuke never ever freaking met each other until the last chapter. Since it’d take way too much time to go over and explain everything related to Sasuke and Sakura’s development because there is a ton of it, I’ll just hit a major point or two.

If you want to discount any interactions between Sasuke and Sakura between the beginning of the series until the chunin exams, I’m okay with that. A lot of people don’t care about it (not me personally though). But the moment Sasuke received that curse mark, Sasuke and Sakura’s relationship took a much more serious turn. In fact, many people began shipping them around that time. Even the data books state that it was Sakura’s heart that helped Sasuke keep his curse mark from controlling him (ya know, in case you couldn’t already tell that from reading and watching it all unfold in the forest of death).

I also chose this moment as an example because after this point, it’s quite hard to argue that Sakura just had superficial feelings for Sasuke. She had seen the darkness taking control of him, and wanted to be at his side and help him stop it from ruining him. She didn’t want to run away because it was too much drama for her or just his problem. She saw how much he suffered, and she wanted nothing more but to help him.

Okay, I could go on forever about that moment, since it’s one of my favorites, but my point is that moment alone should show that there was SOME development. This is when Sakura’s love became completely selfless, in my opinion, as well. It was a really big moment, not only in personal character development, but in the relationship between the two as well. It was one of the reasons, I’m sure, that Sasuke thanked Sakura before he left the village (the first time). I won’t go into that moment, however, because it’s pretty self explanatory (although people to love to argue about it).

Honestly I could make a huge blog post just dedicated to the development of SasuSaku alone (which, hell, I may just end up doing later), so I will just move on before I start. Point was to give you a moment of development.

I really want to bring up the Sakura bringing Sasuke back to the right dimension thing right now too, but that will have a lot of explaining to it as well because of some of the ridiculous arguments around that… SAVE IT FOR ANOTHER BLOG POST MEGAN AND MOVE ON ALREADY.

Now for NaruHina:

I know, I know. It’s not everyone’s favorite couple. I think the reason for that is a good chunk of the NaruSaku fans are bitter (I’m not saying you don’t have a right to be, I’m just saying it’s a reason why).

But it was foreshadowed. I could even tell that while reading the chunin exam chapters as a kid.

It wasn’t all about Hinata’s growth as a character in the exams. It was about how her respect and love for Naruto helped get her there. (I won’t lie though, I do not enjoy that so much of her character was based on Naruto. I feel like Kishi should have given her more of a chance to stand up for herself because of something other than her love for Naruto. I mean, women can do things without men around ya know!)

It also showed that Naruto started to notice her as a person, rather than the weird girl who gets shy around him.

Hinata was also shown to be the only girl who liked Naruto for himself as children. She wasn’t a Sasuke fangirl like the majority of the girls. That was a big part of why she ended up with him (and yes, I know Sakura and Naruto became close, but that isn’t what we are arguing about right now. Plus, as I mentioned in another post, I see Naruto and Sakura’s development as platonic.)

And then Kishi even had the whole war scene. But I won’t get into that, because it’s a bit self explanatory and I don’t feel the need to get into it.

ShikaTema:

Honestly, I don’t think I need to defend them. Their fanbase never really argues about what development they did or didn’t have (that I have seen at least). The little drama about the pairing is always so pleasant. (Well, until someone says “They are the only pairing that ever had development!” and start a fight. Hence why I am blogging this.)

ShikaTema’s development (for me) began when she helped him against the sound ninja (one of my favorite moments, by the way). I know people can use the chunin exams as an example of development, which is a-okay, but I personally didn’t feel it there (but again, that is JUST ME).

Also, remember when Shikamaru’s dad told him that No matter how strong-minded a woman is, she will show kindness to the man she loves” That description TOTALLY describes Temari. Super foreshadowing!! :) That cute smile she gave him after she blew away that sound ninja, that did it for me. Loved it so much. Then Temari snapped right back and became the strong/blunt woman she is once again when she had to help snap Shikamaru back into his senses when he became irate at himself about letting Choji almost die.

Oh, and please let me add this too, because it made me happy as well:

SaiIno:

As for SaiIno, they didn’t really have development, per say, in the manga besides a few small hints (Ino stating she thought Sai was cute, and including Sai in her dream during the war where he fought Sasuke over her).

Plus there was this cute little bit from one of Kishi’s side chapters:

But with this couple, I feel like Kishi put them together because, well, it just made sense.

What I mean is that, to me, it makes sense because Sai is able to take Ino’s last name, so the new InoShikaCho formation could exist (well, by name anyway). Plus Sai feels more like he belongs to a family now I’m sure, considering he was just known by one name, which wasn’t even his birth name to begin with (I hate Danzo so much I really really do). Plus, Sai seems pretty happy, and I love seeing Sai happy :) (Plus, Ino’s sassiness with Sai’s bluntness! Perfect combination!) However I will agree there was barely any development for SaiIno.

… And honestly, I have nothing for Choji and his wife. No one really does. That was pretty random. I like it though. Chocho is freaking adorable with all that sass.

Okay so this is getting too long, so I’ll stop here for now. I guess I just wanted to point out some solid “there was development” moments.

Hope I didn’t bore ya! Thank you for reading :) I really appreciate it!

anonymous asked:

I remember your 5/20/80 rule and it was an awesome post to put perceived vocal audiences into perspective. I wonder if you'd be willing to revisit that idea from a different angle. Let's say the playerbase actually wanted to gain the ear of you/a gamedev to get something changed. What would be a meaningful way to get that to happen? I'm sure writing an angry message on my exit survey when I unsubscribe wouldn't be on the top of the list. Is there a way?

Sure there is. Devs love getting feedback, but we often have to sift the useful stuff from stuff that isn’t particularly useful. That’s one of the reasons we hire community managers. So here are some guidelines to making your feedback useful to us. Some of this might feel a bit counter-intuitive, but I guarantee you that this sort of feedback is the most useful to us.

#1. Speak for yourself

Don’t spend time telling us what the majority of our fans think. You really don’t speak for them and we have the data to prove it. But that’s ok! You don’t have to speak for everybody. Just tell us what you think. Believing you represent everybody else might make you feel like it carries more weight, but it really doesn’t unless you really do represent everybody. You’re already posting on a forum or social media or whatever, which already statistically excludes you from representing everybody. So just tell us what you think. I promise that we’ll listen.

#2. Speak honestly. Avoid hyperbole.

No, this feature did not give you cancer. No, this weapon is not the worst in the game. No, that other class is not our favorite pet class and we do not give them everything they ever wanted. The problem with parsing hyperbole is that it is basically hiding a grain of truth inside a ball of lies. When we have to sift out truth from the lies around it, it makes us grumpy.

#3. Speak about problems. Don’t propose solutions.

Players giving feedback often skip straight to their own proposed solutions and it doesn’t help very much. It isn’t that players who give feedback are bad or stupid - most of the hardcore players who provide feedback are very smart and analytical. The problem is that their proposed solutions often lack crucial context to make an informed decision. You don’t know the limitations we have to work within or the resources we have available. Just because some other game did it doesn’t mean we can do it too. It’s really hard for someone to come up with a feasible solution without knowing all of that information. Just tell us what you don’t like, why you don’t like it, and leave the solutions to us. We made the rest of the game, after all. Give us a little faith.

#4. Speak to a comrade, not an enemy

Remember that we all have something in common - we all like and believe in the game. We all want what’s best for it. Lashing out in anger isn’t going to make us more likely to do what you say. Threats are also not going to work. Threats to quit especially don’t work - the actual rate at which people who threaten to quit and follow through is so miniscule that it is almost unnoticeable. We are not trying to kill your family or destroy everything you hold dear. We want what you want - what’s best for the game. We are not your enemy, even if there are choices we made that you don’t agree with. We know that not everyone will agree with every decision we make, but nobody reacts favorably to being called names and told they’re stupid or incompetent.

#5. Speak with brevity

Refrain from posting enormous dissertations. Keep it simple and short. If you cannot explain the problem with a handful of sentences, you probably haven’t isolated it. This point tends to be related to #3 - usually, articulating a problem isn’t that difficult to get across in a sentence or three. It’s the solutions that tend to require a lot of explanation. Here’s the biggest issue with walls of text - the feedback will be distilled down by the community managers for the devs anyway. They’ll condense it all down to a list of bullet points and give it to us. So why not cut out the middle man and make it easier on them? They’ll certainly be happier if you do them the courtesy. 

#6. Speak without expectations

There is nothing you can do to guarantee that we will do what you say. You cannot argue us into doing what you want. You cannot force us to do what you want. You cannot “logic” your way into doing what you want. It is very likely that we won’t always acknowledge you individually, because there’s so many of you for each one of us on the forums that it’s just not particularly feasible. Also, don’t take dev or official responses to indicate the only posts we’re reading. The feedback that gets collected and passed on to us isn’t only gathered from those posts that garner official responses. The majority of the useful feedback won’t ever get an official response -most of us believe that the best way to acknowledge your feedback is to through the game itself (even though it is likely that changes are weeks if not months away… patches need to pass testing and cert, after all). 

And that’s basically it. I know that the fans that engage with the game’s community and developers are super passionate and only want what they feel is best for the game. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t reach out. Believe me when I say that we devs feel the same way. Please believe me when I say that well-written, concise, and honest feedback is far more likely to reach us than anything else. I swear that’s the best way to get your feedback heard and considered.


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Bit on the ‘what if’ side of things, but I think we would all want a girl like this for Harry, in one way or another. (On a side note this is my all time favorite gif of him) 

Let me know what you thought, here, loves! I am accepting requests :-)

Originally posted by 1dcaradelevingne-blog


Harry had a habit of keeping you close.

Always, but most especially when it came to being out in public. The fans, well, it was no surprise that despite their dedication they were a bit much at times. Not just with their words, but their actions too. He wanted to protect you from it, because as much as he loved his fans, he loved you more.

He kept you tucked tightly to his side whenever he could, whether it was you two grabbing some food or simply leaving for a quick stroll, he didn’t like you being too far away. It was this fear that had kept him from admitting his feelings to you and from taking the jump from really good friends to significant others. His life was crazy, and he didn’t want that to affect you. Even when you two had been the best of friends, he had kept you hidden from the public eye. You were his, and his alone, private, a hidden treasure of sorts and he wasn’t quite ready to share you with anyone else, let alone the world.

Even today, he’s gripping your hand a bit too tightly as you struggle to keep up with his long strides. Admittedly, it’s a bit crazier than usual. It’s one of the boys’ biggest concerts on this tour, which is exactly why Harry had insisted on flying you out for it. It’s not that you hadn’t seen the boys perform before, you had. You’d been backstage at the X factor and with Harry every step of the way since then. However, you had never been to a show in the U.S., and Harry knew better than to listen to your protests of the plane ticket being too expensive. “Doesn’t matter, love. Want yeh here.”

It really came as no surprise then,  that the fans are lined up outside the hotel in a gregorious multitude, and that the roped polls and army of men dressed in black and appointed to your protection  looked significantly tiny in comparison.  The concert isn’t until tomorrow, the boys getting a much needed day of rest before. Or, they had planned.

You can’t help but look around in awe at all the commotion. Despite the lack of red carpet under your feet, you feel like you are indeed walking one. The fans are screaming left and right, startling bright signs waving around carelessly in exchange for even a second of the boys’ attention. There’s crying too, a lot in fact. You can hear it from all different directions as breathless pleas and sobs echo back and forth around you. The other boys were already inside the hotel lobby, behind the glass doors and away from the quiet roar of the crowd. They had opted to make Harry and you sit in the very back seats that the car offered, something about not wanting to lose lunch being their reason. Harry’s still stringing you along, mindful that you’re taking it all in but hurrying to get the pair of you inside as one of the bodyguards on his right is talking to him about god knows what.  His head is low as he listens intently to what the man is saying. When Harry’s career had first taken off, he would come home every once in 

awhile and be ecstatic about the fans, telling you stories about how heartfelt they were. It was so endearing to watch him, his green eyes alight as he recalled to you the moments that stood out to him in the sea of press releases and talk shows and signings. As time went on, though, it wasn’t that his stories diminished but rather the light in his eyes did. He still had lots to tell you, but you knew Harry well enough to know something was wrong under the surface. 

“Already tired of the fame, Styles?” You had teased him with a  quirk of your eyebrow. 

His head had snapped up from his phone at that, eyebrows furrowed and forehead creased. “No. Never. Yeh know that, love. S’just…” He mumbled, trailing off as he closed his eyes and ran a hand down his face. 

You had frowned at that, leaning across the booth and grabbing his wrist in your fingers. 

“Harry, what is it?” You ask, dragging his hand away from his face. He sighs, opening the tired eyes you had been avoiding to acknowledge since he came back. 

“They’re lovely, the fans. I would never question that, yeh know? We wouldn’t be anything without em. I- we, owe them so much.” He rambles, eyes narrowed as he tries to find the right words. 

“Harry.” You whisper softly, releasing his wrist to intertwine your fingers with his. “Look at me.” You demand after a quick beat. 

He does, blinking at you. 

You shake your head at him gently, “You don’t have to convince me love, I know exactly who you are. S’me you’re talking too, remember?”

His shoulders had sag a bit at that and after a little more coaxing he had admitted to you that it was exhausting at times, but there isn’t a thing he would change.

“Harry, you’re entitled to be tired. You handle it so well, you know that don’t you? All those interviewers looking to get a rise out of you.. You’re wonderful, Harry, and I’m glad I’m not the only who knows that.” You had responded with a squeeze of his hand.

He had flashed you a grateful smile in response.

“Although, I can say it was easier when thousands of girls weren’t pining for you, love.” You tease with a smirk, earning a loud chortle of laughter from him and a shake of his head, brown curls flopping around.

“S’only one girl I fancy, really.” He responds, lifting his hand to his mouth.

And you’re just about to enter the hotel, a mere few steps from the stairs when you spot the neon sign. It’s hard not to see it, really, but the words scrawled onto it is what causes you to come to a  stumbling stop. Harry comes to a stop too when he has to tug on your hand, your grip loosening from his. He’s instantly alert, ignoring the babbling man next to him as he lifts his head and turns over his shoulder to look at you. You’re turned away from him, staring somewhere off into the crowd and he wants to grab your attention, lean forward and grab your hand once again but he knows you’d only stop if it was important.

You don’t wait to offer him even a look of explanation as your step away from him, backtracking a few feet. The bodyguards and security members they have stationed behind you two and babbling away into their walkie talkies, spreading the news of the sudden stop. You’re stepping dangerously closer to the poll, the fans all screaming at you but you seem unphased. “Harry, she can’t just-” One of the bodyguards begins to lecture, and Harry knows he should say something. He takes a step forward to call after you, the guards around him mimicking his moves and keeping a tight box around him. But that’s when he notices the sign the girl you’re headed for is holding. He feels his heart pang a bit, every time he reads one of those signs he feels so.. Powerless. Him, big star Harry Styles who feels as if he’s the most menial man in the world were confronted with those ferocious words. Through twitter dm’s and instagram comments, to the posters he’d seen and the things he’d heard about fans, young girls thinking such disheartening things. He felt most frustrated with this, out of everything that came along with his career. 

You’re stepping closer to the fan whose eyes are wide as she lowers the sign and her mouth takes a widening ‘o’ shape. The guard closest to you grabs your elbow a bit possessively, causing Harry to frown. You turn, looking down at your elbow and up at the guard and although he can only see the side of your face Harry knows you’re giving the burlish man the sweetest of smiles. He’s talking to you in an urgent voice but you shake your head at him, extending the arm he isn’t holding onto to pat his forearm gently. Harry smiles a bit, the tension between his eyebrows unfolding. He recognizes the action all too well, it’s the one you give him when he’s worried or stressed or simply frustrated. A simple pat to the cheek and a kiss to his forehead with a placating, “Relax, love. You’ll be just fine.” The bodyguard, fond of Harry, turns to give him a questioning look and Harry nods at him. He releases your elbow, and you unaware of the exchange step closer to the fan.

You smile at her, black letters painted across her flushed cheeks, 1D taut against her freckled skin. You lean forward and offer your hand, and she carelessly drops the sign to the floor to hold on it. 

“Hi, love. What’s your name?” You ask over the roaring girls around you, everyone spreading the word that Harry Styles’ girlfriend is speaking to fans. 

“C-caroline.” She stutters, eyes wide and voice trembling not nearly as much as her hand is in yours. 

“That’s a lovely name, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” You respond with a smile. 

“I know who you are! I mean- I..” She stutters, ashamed of her sudden outburst. 

You smile at, flushing yourself. “I saw your sign, Caroline.”

  Her eyes go wide and her face drops to stare at said sign, laying on the ground with the word side facing up. Harry, you saved my life. 

She glances up at you, eyes swimming a bit. Caroline clears her throat, blinking at you, “Can I tell you?” She gestures to the sign with her foot.

You nod at once, and she begins to spill as much of her story as she can, tripping over the details and gasping with deep breaths to share enough in the short time you two have together. You nod along when you can, encouraging her with your eyes. The girls, around you and maybe a bit farther away too have fallen quiet as well.

When she’s done, you smile at her. “Oh, love. I’m sorry to hear that.” She smiles at you and even without the cameras on you, you would’ve considered your words just as carefully.

You clear your throat a bit and you address not just Caroline but all the girls around you, You shake your head at her, bringing your other hand up to sandwich hers between yours. “Being a teenager is a  proper pain in the arse, isn’t it?” You ask, addressing the girls around you two that leaning on their toes to get a better angle with their smart phones and listen to your words.

They laugh in response to your inquiry, nodding. You grin at them, taking in all of their wide eyed faces and expectant stares.

“I hope-” You stop at that, biting your lower lip and shaking your head before you start again, “I want you all to know it gets better, yeah? I know it seems like it won’t ever end or get better, but I promise you it does. And you’ve got to keep your pretty heads up. Focusing on the good things, it’ll help loves. Good people, good books, I mean you’ve already got good music to keep you company.” You add with a smile.

The girls nod all together and you feel your heart swell a bit when Caroline finally flashes her smile at you.

“You’ve got a beautiful smile, Caroline. Should wear it more often.” You offer as a parting sentence, before you pull your hands away from hers and wave at the group before turning back.

“Wait! Could- do you mind signing this?” Caroline cries, sign outstretched towards you. 

Your eyebrows furrow together, “Me?” 

“Yes, you’re awesome!” She screams, causing you to laugh. 

“I haven’t got a pen..” You mutter slightly, glancing over your shoulder at the bodyguard who gives you a pressing look. 

“I’ve got one, pet.” A warm voice says as a hand slips around your lower back. You turn and see Harry beaming at you with a pen in his hand. 

“Thanks, love.” You respond as you sign it for Caroline before she asks for Harry’s, who obliges, and after that the fans pick up the ir screaming again hand outstretched and waiting to grab at your boyfriend. 

“Let’s go yeah, unless yeh want to stop for anymore detours.” He mumbles into your ear before pressing his lips to your temple.

 “No, no, let’s go.” You nod and let him lead you towards the stairs, waving at the girls one last time.

The glass doors shut behind your and the other boys have taken a seat in the waiting area, standing up with a dramatic sigh when you two finally enter. You shoot them a quick look before Harry is towering in front of you with his hands locked tightly around your waist.  

You glance up at him hesitantly, expecting a scoff with a wild “what were yeh thinkin’ love?” but instead a met with a warm smile. Harry’s smile. His dimples are popping and his eyes are shining and you know it’s not from the reflection of the florescent lights in the hotel lobby. 

“What’re you smiling about?” You ask, leaning up to poke his dimple.

 He chuckles, turning his face to press a swift kiss to your finger. “Jus’.. happy, sweetheart.” He mumbles, leaning forward and impatiently kissing your forehead. 

You hum, gripping the fabric of his jacket and pulling yourself closer to him. The cameras outside are probably having a field day with what had just happened and Harry’s sudden burst of affection. “She was lovely, wasn’t she? Caroline.” You clarify, glancing back out the glass doors at the still boisterous fans. 

“She was.” He agrees, one hand reaching up to tilt your chin back in his direction.

You humph at him, “Needy, aren’t you?”

His response is a grunt and pressing his thumb deeper into your chin, before he grabs it and brings you forward in a scorching kiss.

When he finally pulls away, forehead resting against yours and puff puffs of breath warm against your cheek, he speaks, “Thank yeh for that, love. Yeh didn’t have to.. That was sweet of yeh. That girl’s gonna remember that for a long time.” He mutters, kissing your cheek.

It was the exact genuity that had attracted him to you in the first place. How simply it came to you to make someone else’s day better without a second thought. 

You smile at him, eyes narrowed in confusion, “All I did was talk to her, give her a listening ear. Anyhow, she adores you  and I reckon if we could leave her a little piece of you, she’d have something to cheer her up a bit. At least for a while, you know help keep her grounded. ”  

Harry shakes his head at you, ringed fingers brushing across your cheek, “Yeh did so much more than that, angel.  Don’t think those girls are gonna be thinking about me at all. The difference yeh just made…“ He trails off before clearing his throat and restarting, “Love yeh. Yeh know that, right?”He gripes suddenly, forehead bumping against yours to punctuate his words. 

You give him a genuine smile, laughing slightly as you tilt your head up to brush your nose against his lightly, “Love you, Harry.” 

Someone to Stay - AU

Previous chapters

Chapter 5

There was a short line of people standing outside Duke’s, waiting for their turn to go in. Claire, arms crossed, went up to the security guard holding a clipboard.

“Are you on the list?” he barked.

“Um, Claire Beauchamp?” 

“Oh.” His gruff demeanor changed instantly. “Says ‘ere you’re VIP.” He pulled a lanyard with blue tags dangling that read DUKE’S. “Go on in. Ask for Duncan at the bar.”

“Thanks.” Claire slipped the pass over her head and walked into the pulsing, smoky darkness.

Everyone inside looked like they’d stepped out of Rolling Stone or something, Claire thought. She was glad for once she’d listened to Geillis’s advice and dressed up a little for the occasion; she was wearing makeup on her normally pale face and wild curls, a short blue dress with heels – and the black biker jacket Mary her co-worker had lent her to match a certain red-haired singer.

She walked up to the bar. The only bartender on duty could only be Duncan. As she approached, he noticed the VIP pass and immediately gave her a glass of champagne, directing her backstage. “To the green room, love!” he shouted over the din.

Claire was still unsure about this. And this, exactly, was whatever she wanted it to be. Wasn’t that what he had said? For now, he was a friend. And friends could see other friends and support each other at events like this. As much as she – and Rupert – would have liked Geillis to be there, a seven hour drive from Edinburgh and a hectic work schedule was not feasible.

Down a darkened hallway hidden behind a black curtain by the bar, Claire reached a door marked for performers. Boisterous laughter could be heard on the other side, and Claire wondered which was Jamie’s. For courage, she downed the champagne all at once, bubbles fizzing in her mouth. Thinking perhaps they wouldn’t hear her knocking, she decided to turn the knob and walk in.

A group of faces turned to stare, but she only had eyes for one. Towering over most, Jamie’s gaze found hers and a blinding smile widened on his face. Pushing through the crowd sitting on chairs and sofas, he met her at the door.

“You’re here!” Jamie leaned in and pecked her on the cheek. Claire was enveloped in the warmth of his scent – spice, citrus, and honey all at once. Resisting the urge to wrap her arms around him, she merely smiled and squeezed his shoulder.

“How are you, Jamie? Nervous?”

“A wee bit.” He grinned. “The day I dinna get the cramp in my wame, I’ll ken ‘tis time to retire.” 

“Makes sense,” Claire laughed.

“Here, let me introduce ye.” Jamie took her hand (with only a minor jolt) and pushed past the throng. Composed of band members and a few random girls, the rest were close friends of Hugh Munro’s, who enjoyed the perks of knowing the owner. 

Claire was greeted cheerfully by Willie, Ian, and Rupert, who pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. She solemnly promised him to bring Geillis next time, regardless of work schedules. All the while introductions were made, Jamie did not let go of her hand. And neither did she.

Lastly, they approached a taciturn man who stood off by himself behind the chairs. He nursed a beer, and only raised an eyebrow as Jamie advanced closer, Claire in tow.  

“Claire, this is Murtagh, my uncle and our manager. Murtagh, this is Claire, whom I told ye all about.” A faint pink tinged his ears and the back of his neck. Again, he rifled his hand through the red tresses, embarrassed.

She stuck out her hand and was surprised by the firm grip, which held hers for a second longer than normal before he took a swig of beer.

“Mmphm. Ye’ll be the Sassenach lassie then. Yon lad hasnae shut up about ye since Edinburgh.” A thick Scots accent permeated his words, mumbled barely audibly. Claire strained to catch the tone of them, but they lacked any sort of discernible emotion.

Sassenach?” Claire peeked at Jamie, who turned even redder.

“It only means English, to a Scot. Uncle?” Jamie nudged Murtagh, who shook his head.

“Aye, no offense, lass. ‘Tis only he’s never dated an Englishwoman before. French fer sure, mebbe a Lowlander here and there.” He winked at Jamie, who covered his face in despair.

“Really? Well now, that’s interesting. Tell me more.” Claire winked back at Murtagh, who seemed on the verge of smiling.

“Nay. That’s enough. Thank ye, Uncle.” Jamie steered Claire away with a broad hand on her shoulder. She turned back to Murtagh one last time. 

“A pleasure, Murtagh!” The man raised his beer briefly in acknowledgement. She could clearly see that he was protective of his nephew, and liked him for it. 

At the back of the room stood a long table, crammed with platters of finger food. Squeezed in were bottles and bottles of whiskey. Claire could glimpse Laphroaig, Glenfiddich, Macallan, Glenlivet, and the odd bottle of Chivas and Johnnie Walker. Jamie insisted on exchanging her empty champagne glass with the whiskey , which she took neat.

Sláinte!” Jamie clinked her glass, and poured the liquor straight down his throat. Claire followed suit, grimacing a bit at the peaty taste and shivering as the heat of the whiskey lit her insides.

They stood side by side, watching the men interact with a group of girls. They didn’t look older than 25, some of them, Claire noted wryly. A few cast furtive glances at the corner where Jamie and Claire were standing, smiling when they looked at him, frowning openly at her. Claire tried not to care; she reminded herself that Jamie was after all famous, and it was only natural that they wanted to capture his attention. Finally, a girl gathered her courage enough to walk over and introduce herself to Jamie.

Hiiiii,” the girl tittered, flipping her long blonde hair and briefly touching Jamie’s arm. “I’m Malva. How are you?” She smirked, and slid sideways casually to block Claire completely from sight.

“Hello, Malva. Nice to meet ye. Who are ye with tonight?” Jamie offered a polite smile, used to fan encounters.

“Oh, I’m here with friends. Can’t wait for your set tonight. Which is your favorite song?” Malva sidled closer, and Claire was forced to take a step back, nearly knocking over some whiskey bottles.

“Och, weel, I like them all, I guess. Bad if I didn’t, eh?” Jamie reached out a hand behind Malva, and pulled Claire gently into his side. “This is a friend of mine, Claire Beauchamp.”

“Hello.” Claire felt the words stick in her throat. The back of her neck felt alternately cold and hot and prickly.

“Hey.” Malva’s stare was anything but friendly. If looks could kill, Claire thought briefly. She felt the momentary urge to nuzzle into Jamie’s neck, maybe plant a kiss or two there, marking him as hers.

Oh wait. Am I… jealous of her?

Claire dismissed the idea and tried to smile at the girl. She was only a fan, after all. Malva did not return her gesture and just flipped her hair again, hoping for Jamie’s attention.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around. Good luck with the show.” Malva let the tip of her tongue trail over her lips suggestively. Claire fought the impulse to scratch her eyes out and let her instincts take over, wrapping her arm around Jamie. Surprised, he glanced down at her, and smiled briefly at Claire.

“Thank ye. Hope ye enjoy it.”

Malva sauntered off, moving her hips in a really obvious way that made her look mostly ridiculous. Angus seemed willing to deal with her, and Claire breathed easier for the first time in minutes. 

Well. Was it always like this? she wondered.

“It isnae always like this, ye ken,” Jamie said.

Claire, startled, cursed her glass face again. “Like this what?”

“The fans. Some are pushier, or even grabbier, than others. Mainly they are respectful, they only want an autograph or picture. A bit of a chat. A hug sometimes. But that’s it.”

“Jamie, you don’t have to explain to me. I’m not—”

“Och, yer face looked like bloody murder fer a second there. I promise, I’d never dally with a fan like that. ‘Twouldna be right.”

“What about me?” Claire asked with a smile. 

“Ah, weel, ye said so yerself. Ye didna ken who we were to start with.”

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The concert was phenomenal. Close to two hundred people crowded near the stage, clapping, and singing along. The surprise performance had gone over spectacularly, the patrons raising the roof when The Clan was announced.

Murtagh had led her to stage left, where Claire had stood mesmerized by the show, and by Jamie in particular. He was great at what he did, playing off the audience and  gauging their mood and seeming to know just when to kick it up a notch. The band had them all riled up since the beginning, playing upbeat songs that had everyone, Claire included, dancing in their spots.

Finally, as the hour grew late, the songs grew mellower. Claire swayed on her feet, head keeping time with the rhythm. Every once in a while, Jamie would turn to look at her and smile. Finally, close to one in the morning, Jamie pulled up a stool and took up his acoustic guitar. The crowd quieted down a bit to listen.

“Now fer a new song, written verra recently. This one goes out to the girl with whiskey eyes.”

Despite the screaming of a few girls who no doubt thought the song was for them, Claire felt her heart quicken and her palms tingle. He had once told her she was “bonny, with eyes like whiskey.” Was this song meant for her?

Jamie strummed his guitar, caressing the mike in a way that was only his.


I know you’re hurting

You know better than anyone

It’s hard to let your heart trust

But this is real

 

I’m here for you

Good times and bad

This isn’t an ending

Only the beginning of something

 

I promise I will wait

As long as it takes

Because your heart is worth it

 

Feelings unknown

But let these words and actions show

To help you see, give me a chance

And so—

I promise I will wait

As long as it takes

Because your heart is worth it


Claire’s cheeks flushed; she held her hands up to her face, trying to contain the heat. She looked around, but she was alone in the dark, staring out at the blue-lit stage where Jamie was calling out to her. Time ceased to matter; what she thought she ought to do or feel was irrelevant. It seemed like everyone would read it on her damned glass face.

As Claire realized herself in that moment, in the space of a ¾ tempo, her heart had decided of its own volition to tumble over the abyss and into those feelings unknown.

Prince Charming (Brendan Gallagher)

Anonymous said:

I love your imagine. Oh my god ❤️❤️😂😂 could you make an imagine with anyone from the Habs? And basically they get into a fight that night and they don’t come out of it very good and they have to go to the hospital but since it was at their rink you were watching the game and it just becomes all fluffy? (If that makes sense. ❤️❤️❤️)

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Fights are a normal part of the NHL. You, as a hockey fan, like the fights a little more than the average person. Fights give teams that spark that they need to tie the game up. Enforcers are a vital part of the team; they boost the morale when the game just isn’t going that well. You carry a level of respect for the men that are able to go out on the ice and take a few punches for the good of the team.

However, when one of those men just happens to be your boyfriend, you’re a little less enthusiastic.

Brendan throws one hell of a punch, and he knows how to defend himself, but you still can’t help but to cringe whenever the gloves go flying off, or chide him as you hold an ice pack to his newest bruise. You know that you’re being a tad overprotective, but it’s not like anyone enjoys watching their boyfriend get beat up as thousands of people cheer him on.

Tonight’s game has been a scrappy one, that’s easy to see by the penalty minutes racked up and the dirty shoves between teams whenever there’s a stoppage in play. There’s already been a couple of fights, so you’re not all that surprised when Brendan and another player start yelling at each other, smirks plastered across their faces. You say a small prayer to anyone listening that Brendan doesn’t do anything stupid as you watch intently. Suddenly, Brendan’s eyes steel and his jaw clenches as his opponent insults him. Brendan drops his gloves and gestures as his new best friend does the same.

You gasp as Brendan immediately grabs a hold of the other player’s jersey and starts punching him, the crowd jumping to their feet around you and pounding on the glass, urging him off. His opponent suddenly gets a grip on Brendan and starts whaling on him, blood flying onto the ice now. Brendan, from the glimpses you catch, already has a black eye, a couple of cuts on his face and a bloody nose. Suddenly, the other player hits him on the side of his head. Hard. Brendan immediately goes down as you jump up, frantically watching him.

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Never Enough Part 3

Summary: After attacking Stiles, the first boy you’ve ever loved, you finally discover that you’re a siren/angel. Your siren anchor is Isaac. Nobody knows who your angel anchor. Except you.

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader x Isaac Lahey

Warning: fluff, angst, swearing, bad ass reader, sad thoughts, mentions of blood, etc.

Tagging: @thegirlwiththestories @morganschiebel @fabulous-dani @milkywaygalaxygirl @nathaliabakes @graceburnell @allana5100 @bellamysterekblake @beingmadinwonderland

Notes: Gifs are not mine, credit to the owners. 

Your P.O.V

I press my hands against my dress for the fifteenth time. It was my piano recital and I was a nervous wreck. It was the same feeling every year. I texted Scott, Stiles and the Sheriff, to remind them. I was able to forget about all the bad things if I just.. played. And right now, I could use some normal in my life. Stiles hadn’t spoken to me since that night… two weeks ago. I didn’t expect him to forgive me in a day but two weeks felt a bit long. Not to mention, it hurt like hell. I push the thought out of my head. “And now, (Y/n) (Y/L/N), playing River Flows In You and Once Upon A December from Anastasia.” Oh, god! This was it. I took a deep breath and walked out onto the stage.

As I sat down, I couldn’t help but scan the crowd, in hopes to see the people I most wanted here. Scott and Mr. Stilinksi grinned up at me. Both their cameras on record. But, no Stiles.. I couldn’t help but frown a little. He never missed my concerts. However, due to the recent events, I see why he didn’t show up. But then, I noticed someone I never thought I’d see. Isaac.. He smiled up at me, giving me a thumbs up. I couldn’t help but blush at the remembrance of that night. We were cuddled up against one another. I tore my gaze away and began. When I started to play, a tense hush fell over the crowd. It was as if they latched onto each note I played. It was a warm and fantastic feeling. Something I didn’t realize I needed. It was like taking a deep breath of fresh air.

When I played the last cord, I realized my hands were shaking with adrenaline. Everyone stood up, cheering loudly. Scott, Isaac and Mr. Stilinski were the loudest, without a doubt. “WOOHOO! THAT’S MY GIRL!” The sheriff exclaimed. I could have sworn he was getting teary eyed. When I glanced at Scott, he had a look of pure brotherly pride. Isaac however, his gaze was filled with pure adoration. I bow before making my way off the stage. They turned on the house lights. I made my way over to my family. Not my birth one, they, my father, didn’t care. He was constantly gone for work. My real family, was the Mccalls and the Stilinski’s. When I reached them, the sheriff proudly picked me up, spinning me around. I couldn’t help but giggle. 

After he put me down, Scott pulled me into a warm hug. “I’m so proud of you! You were fantastic!” Once he let go, I glanced up at Isaac, blushing. “What’re you doing here?” He shrugged, trying to act cool. “Scott told me you playing. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Immediately, I blushed, scratching the back of my neck. “Thanks. That means a lot.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, biting the edge of his lips. “You were phenomenal, by the way.” I giggle. “Thanks.” Before the conversation could get anymore awkward, Mr. Stilinski wrapped his arms around us. “You know what this calls for? A celebratory dinner! On me!” Scott and Isaac beamed. “Free food?! Sounds good to me!” Scott and the sheriff walked a few steps ahead of us while Isaac walked with me. 

“Uhh- (Y/n)-” He coughs to clear his throat. “Will you- can I, uhh sit next to you at dinner?” He asked, sheepishly. Grinning, my heart leaped. “Uh- yeah. I’d love that.” I wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about Isaac. I mean, he’s one of my anchors. I thought he was attractive even before this whole situation began. But, then again, I was also still trailing behind Stiles. Honestly, I didn’t know how to take this. It’s not like Stiles will ever care about me, let alone look at me. Hell, he still hasn’t said a word to me since that night. I felt horrible. I sent him a text before the performance. As we sat down at the diner, I couldn’t help but glance at my phone, in hopes for something, anything. I frown, nothing. 

Isaac notices my sudden lack of joy, nudging my shoulder, slightly. It makes me giggle. After we order, my face is buried in my hands, completely embarrassed about the story the sheriff was telling. “She was so mad at the boys for taking her painting! She was so pissed, she scared the boys half to death!-” I scoff. “I did not!” He threw his back, laughing. “You so did! The boys did your work for a week and every time you came in our house, you acted like a princess. If it wasn’t your way, you would have a fit!” I giggled at the memory. Scott looked between Mr. Stilinski and I, smiling. Isaac however, his eyes never left my face, his arm over my chair, inches from my shoulder. 

The thought made me blush. (Y/n), calm down, Jesus. Who says you even need a man?! Stop it! Focus on yourself! I nod my head, sort of to myself, as if I was confirming in-dependency. After dinner, I hugged Scott and Isaac goodbye. My embrace lingered on Isaac, slightly. I thanked Mr. Stilinski again for coming before I changed and made my way up onto the roof. Phone in my shakey hand. I decide to call again. “Hi, this is Stiles Stilinski! You’ve reached my voice-mail!” The batman theme played in the background. I couldn’t help but smile. “Oh! Sorry, that’s my cue, just leave me a message after the beep! I’ll be sure to get back to it!” 

The second it beeps, I start. “Hey, Stiles..” I pause, warily. “Stiles, I am so sorry.. Please talk to me.. I’m going crazy. Just say something.. I get that you’re pissed at me. You have every right to be. But I can’t function without you. You’re my-” I pause, gulping. “My best friend..” I cough to cover my sniffles. “I-uh had my piano recital tonight.. Your dad came.. I didn’t see you there.. You never miss my recitals..” I pause again, trying to find the right words to say. “I sucked.. haha.. completely bombed the whole thing.. In fact, I threw punch at one of the performers.. haha.. Look, I, I’m sorry, Stiles. Goodbye.” And then, I hung sighing quietly to myself. I leaned against my chair, propping my feet up on the ledge. 

The stairs above twinkled, as if they were teasing me. I sigh quietly to myself. All of a sudden, something in the distance caught my eye. Brows furrowed, I stood up from my chair. Water. The lake, not too far from my house. Five minute walk, tops. I turn over my shoulder, glancing back at my empty room. Just do it. Go. It was as if a voice were persuading me to be free by the lake. It actually made sense though. My dark, harpies like features, were just the first stage to being a siren. I felt it now. The real power, the pull towards the water. Fuck it. I slipped on some shoes, grabbing a towel from my house before I made my way there. It was a strange feeling. A good one. The closer I got, the more comfortable I became. Walking on the bridge, I sit down and take off my shoes, letting my feet play with the cool refreshing water. 

The stars reflected it, giving it a nice hue. The air was warm but the feeling felt cool and fresh. All of a sudden, the water under me hardened. Brows furrowed and filled with curiosity, I put more pressure on it. It stays solid. Cautiously, I hold onto the railing as I stick both my feet in the water. I let go, standing tall. I walk a way from the dock. I’m walking on water. “Holy shit..” Every step I take, I take with care. I could fall in at any moment. But I don’t. My siren side won’t let me. Run. A voice whispers in my head. I give into the temptation, smiling. I run across the water, laughing loudly. Twirling and dancing around, I yell. “SUCK IT, JESUS! TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME! HAHA!” 

At this point, I’m practically frolicking on the lake. I kneel in the water, swishing my hand back and forth, I gasp. The water follows my hand, rising up as I put my hand out in front of me. The water moved around me. Eyes blown eyed, I furrow my brows in concentration. Otter. I thought. And then, there it was. Right there in front of me, I giggle as it kisses my nose before jumping back into the water.

Glancing at the dark substance below my feet, I’m tempted to jump in. Tempted to feel the cold water. I give in, closing my eyes before falling back, crashing into it. It feels like a breath of fresh air. And it was because I could breath perfectly. I swam better than I ever had before in my whole life. It was incredible. It was all so easy. After god knows how long, I hopped out, feeling different, better. I dried off with the towel. Grazing over my gills. I smiled when it touched them, it tickled. I grab my shoes and head home. The sun started to come up. I was out all night. However, I didn’t feel the least bit tired. I was up to the brim with energy. 

That morning, I head to my locker, waving at Isaac, Allison and Scott, on the way in. After grabbing my things, I head to English. Stiles sat next to Lydia, glancing up at me, only to look away. Pain. A sharp pain collides with my chest at that small action. I take a seat behind Scott. He gives me a reassuring smile before looking forward. Allison entered, seconds later, eyeing the only seat left. Right in front of Scott. “Is this seat-?” She asks, awkwardly. He sputters, shaking his head. “Nope, no. It’s uh- It’s all yours.” I cover my mouth to hide my laugh. Almost immediately, Scott gets up to leave. We start class but I can’t help but feel something out of the ordinary. 

I sit up straighter, fists clenched. Stiles noticed my reaction but didn’t further acknowledge. Which kinda hurt. I tore my gaze away from him, rolling my eyes at his childish attitude. And then, all of a sudden, a bird ran into the window, blood spattered slightly. Jennifer, our English teacher, gasps. She practically jumps out her skin when five more slam against the glass. Stiles and I stood up from our seats, taking a step towards the window, gawking. And then, hundreds, if not thousands of birds crashed through the windows. The kids around us screamed and cried out in pain. The birds clawed and slashed their young faces. 

Automatically, I cover Stiles and another boy, wrapping my arms around them, protectively. Stiles.. went to Lydia.. like always.. I have never been more angry at the two of them in my whole life. But no matter how mad I was, I wanted, no, needed to protect him. I haven’t told Scott about my theory about Stiles being my angel anchor but in this moment, I knew, deep down, that I was. I just knew. I lift my head, glaring at the birds. They either leave or die on impact. We eventually stand up and re-cooperate. He checks on Lydia first. I grit my teeth, rolling my eyes. I will never be enough in his eyes. But none of this is new. We look at each other for the first  time in god knows how long. I couldn’t exactly decipher his facial features like I normally would. 

It seemed as though it was a mix of emotions: sadness; for not talking to me, anger; for me almost killing him, happiness; to see his best friend again, all of it or none of it. I wasn’t sure anymore. Maybe it was because I protected him? As a guardian angel would. Guardian angel. Oh my god. I tear my gaze away from Stiles, muttering to the two of them. “You okay?” Lydia nodded, kind of shakey due to the events but I could tell she felt calm because of my voice. It was almost reassuring. I couldn’t hate Lydia. Of course, she did things I hated but she was just as hidden and broken as anyone else. Stiles muttered, so quietly it was almost inaudible. “Yeah, I’m alright.” 

But as he spoke, he barely looked at me. That’s it. I am so done sulking over him. “Forget it. Whenever-” I grab my black jacket, practically fuming. “you stop acting like a child and grow a vag, come call me. I’m done sulking over someone who isn’t worth my time.” He winced as I turned over my shoulder and walked out. It was meant to hurt because he hurt me. I ran through my hair, breathing heavily through my nose. I was done. No, you’re not. A voice whispers back at me. I don’t agree but I don’t disagree, either. Mentally, I was done. But my heart was anything but. 

Third P.O.V

Stiles and Scott walked side by side to the party. Heather’s, Stiles’ childhood friend’s, party, to be exact. Stiles was excited to see his old friend, excited to get away from Lydia and (Y/n). Even though, he felt horrible. Scott, despite his strong attempts, continued to sulk over his first love, Allison. “Stop that.” Stiles said to his best friend. Scott looked at him, wide eyed, as if he were caught doing something he shouldn’t have. “Stop what?” He asks, innocently. Stiles scoffs at him. “You know what?! Stop being sad about Allison! Tonight, we party! No Allison, no Lydia-” Scott nodded. “and no (Y/n).” Scott’s eyes went wide in brotherly confusion. 

“Seriously?! She didn’t know how to control it and you’re still pissed at her?! It’s been two weeks?! Oh, by the way, I’m still pissed you the concert! You know how much that means to her. It broke her heart! And you know what’s the best part about the whole situation, you’re not pissed at her! You stopped being mad at her three days after the incident! So, why are you actually not talking to her?!” Scott rarely got mad at Stiles. But when it came to his practically adopted sister, (Y/n), he would rain hell upon anyone and everyone. It was now Stiles’ turn to be wide eyed and caught in a lie. After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke. “Okay, okay! I was mad at how close she’s gotten with Isaac. He’s gonna take her away from me. She’s my-” He pauses. “my best friend.” 

Scott notices the pause, eyeing him, suspiciously. Stiles rubs the back of his head, walking towards the door. “Look, I’ll talk to (Y/n) tomorrow and apologize, but tonight is about us and forgetting our problems. Okay?” Scott nodded, knowing he wasn’t gonna let Stiles get off that easily. (Y/n) was his sister afterall. The next day at school, the boys found out Heather was taken. Stiles was completely distraught, having already made up with (Y/n), like he promised, she helped him calm down. But she was mad, mad that he almost had sex with an old friend without using his head to think. Like a guy, he used his dick instead of his brain. Scott reassured her that nothing happened between the two of them. However, it still hurt. But what made her more frustrated, was that Stiles waited two weeks to talk to her, solely because he was afraid he’d lose her, not knowing he was the one pushing her away. 

Your P.O.V

Originally posted by youngwarlock

We all met up at Deaton’s to find out what Isaac can remember. Derek was looking for Boyd and Erica and thought Isaac could remember via being to the point of almost dead, which didn’t reassure me in the slightest. I grabbed the last of the ice, turning the corner, only to find Isaac completely shirtless. I can’t help but gawk. He was toned, beyond so. He was built and chiseled to godlike perfection. Shoulders carved and stomach like a washboard, I can’t help but flush. He was gorgeous. And then, a voice broke my gaze. “(Y/n)?!” I look up to see Scott snap his fingers in front of me. “You okay? You dropped the ice?” I glance down to see the bag on the floor, like he said. 

I scoff, trying to gather myself. “Pff, yeah, I knew that!” Squatting, I pick up the ice bag and hand it to Derek, not daring to look at Isaac, too embarrassed to. I look at Stiles in hopes for some comfort. Oh, how wrong I was. He glared daggers at Isaac, practically fuming with rage. He continued to glare as Isaac as he sat down in the penetratingly cold water. Derek and Scott took their positions. “Ready?” Deaton asked. The young boy gulped, nervously. “(Y/n)-” He sticks his hand out, I grab it, despite Stiles’ glare. “I won’t leave you.” I say, which seems to sooth him. Then they push him down. He thrashes against the force and pressure. 

It takes everything in me to not look away. He practically begs me to stop, in fear of the reminder of being taken. I kiss his hand, which calms him, slightly. He starts spewing out information. But it wasn’t enough for Derek. He pushes him down further. Almost immediately, my inner siren breaks out. I use the water to push Derek away. Not enough to do damage but just to push away. Isaac jumps out of the water, shaking. I grab a towel, wrapping it around him, soothingly. Derek takes a step forward, I stand up, hand still intertwined with Isaac’s. I glare back at him, practically growling. Half of my body shifted into a siren. The other half, being touched by Isaac, was human. 

No matter how much he tried to hide it, Derek looked scared. “Come near him again, see was happens.” I growl, lowly, at him. He doesn’t move. Wise decision. When I look back at my hand, latched to Isaac, he smiles and I feel my siren side subside. He brushes his thumb against my hand. It brings me more comfort than anything. He clears his throat. “So, what did you find?” Stiles cleared his throat, stepping forward, looking anywhere but our hands. “You said they were trapped in a bank.” I look at him with a reassure, non-verbal, smile. It was as if he understood I was never gonna stop being his friend. It calmed him, slightly. “You also said someone else was in the vault.” Derek pressed. Scott asked, perplexed. “Who?” Isaac shook his head. “I don’t know.” 

(I hope you liked it! Comment below or message me, if you want to be tagged and/or you want me to continue it!!) 

Black Honey: Pt. 1

Summary: Starfire and Robin are officially an item, but what does that mean when the resident empath is stuck living between their respective bedrooms? Finding a new bunk buddy in Beast Boy was certainly not her first choice, and when she engages in a strange, night time activity, how long before the changeling notices what she’s up to? 


The Titans were happy for Robin and Starfire.

Genuinely happy.

It had been a long, long time coming, after all. The couple had been dancing around one another for as long as anyone could remember, neither ever bold enough to act on their genuine feelings for each other. Robin had been too thick headed, and Starfire apparently too subtle and unsure. So, when they had finally established their new, romantic relationship, every other Titan had been thrilled with the news.

That is, until their incessant romping sessions.

No one could blame them; something vague about teenagers, hormones, and pent up sexual frustration while living in close quarters. Not to mention, the bubbling sexual tension that had finally culminated into one hot, passionate affair after all those years. It was well earned, well deserved, and perfectly understandable that both the Titans leader and the alien beauty couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Once they’d tasted that forbidden fruit, it was near impossible to go back to anything else.

When the ‘sleepovers’ grew in frequency, and often throughout the wee hours of the early morning, the other Titans put up with it. They dealt with the lust filled cries, the sound of the creaking bedframe, of the steady banging against the thin walls while the mattress springs squeaked beneath their weight. It was all sweet in the beginning, and it was always nice to see the usually tense boy wonder unwind and relax after spending a relaxing evening with his girlfriend.

However, eventually, it became grating.

Most especially for Raven.

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5.09: Oh mY GOD I LOVE IT WHEN THEY TALK AT THE SAME TIME!!!

Can you say “Disorienting Loss of Identity?”

Aside from the uncomfortable and demographically questionable portrayal of fandom as a whole here, which we’ve torn apart plenty in the past, there’s a lot of good stuff about identity, and reality vs fiction, and after 12.18 this also ties into Sam and Dean’s legacy.

DEAN: Who gave you the rights to our life story.
CHUCK: An Archangel, and I didn’t want it!
SAM: Well, deal’s off, ok. No more books. Our lives are not for public consumption.

But by then the LARP’ing has started, but what part of it was scripted by Becky Rosen and what part of it is really happening, with real ghosts? Sam and Dean are the only ones there who KNOW they’re not playing the game, but their efforts to uncover the real ghost who is really killing folks are repeatedly stymied by people who are too caught up in the game to realize that it stopped being a game…

Sam and Dean in unison: I need a drink.

HOTEL MANAGER: We generally don’t like to publicise this to…normal people…but yeah. 1909 this place was called ‘Gore Orphanage’. Miss Gore, killed four boys with a butchers knife, then offed herself.
DEAN: And is tonight really her anniversary?
HOTEL MANAGER: Yep, guess your convention folks want authenticity.

And I think this is in large part why Sam and Dean DON’T think of the Supernatural books as a proper “legacy.” Because even at that convention, where these real ghosts were really killing people, and Sam and Dean told multiple fans that they really WERE the real Sam and Dean… no one believed them.

DEAN: All right, you know what? That’s it. That is it.
DEMIAN: What’s wrong Bobby.
DEAN: (So angry he can’t speak for a moment) I’m not Bobby, ok? You’re not Sam. You’re not Dean. What is wrong with you? Why in the hell would you choose to be these guys?
BARNES: (In normal voice) Because we’re fans. Like you.
DEAN: No. I am not a fan, ok. Not fans. In fact, I think that the Dean and Sam story sucks. It is not fun. It is not entertaining. It is a river of crap that would send momst people howling to the nut house. So you listen to me. Their pain is not for your amusement. I mean do you think they enjoy being treated like… like circus freaks?
DEMIAN: Uh….I don’t think they care, because they’re fictional characters!

But these guys are about to go from thinking Sam and Dean are just a couple of fellow players in this “game,” to thinking they’re insane for digging up an actual grave, to being freaked the fuck out when the ghost shows up to attack them… 

They go pretty quick from thinking it was all just a story to seeing it’s all very, very real.

But after that first salt and burn when Sam and Dean try to leave, they learn they only had part of the story– that they’d been blaming the wrong ghost for the real haunting. Ms. Gore had been the one holding back the ghosts of the evil little boys from creating mayhem.

All the while Sam and Dean are trying to save all these unsuspecting people. They finally worked out the full story of the haunting, and even knowing it’s not a game anymore, Demian and Barnes volunteer to help… because “It’s what Sam and Dean would do.”

They might’ve come to the realization that these ghosts were real, but they still haven’t put it together that Sam and Dean were real, that they were anything other than fans of the books just like them.

BARNES: Oh my God. Supernatural makes digging graves seem so easy. It’s not though. I’m gonna throw up.

Meanwhile, Chuck gets to have his own moment of heroism, taking control of the situation and smashing a ghost with his microphone stand in front of the assembled crowd, while Demian and Barnes save the day with their own salt and burn.

DEAN: Guys, I don’t even know your names.
BARNES: Oh. Well, I’m Barnes. This is Demian. What’s yours?
DEAN looks at them for a moment, considering.
DEAN: Dean. The real Dean.
After a moment DEMIAN and BARNES laugh.
DEMIAN: Ahhh, yeah right. Me too!
BARNES: Get the hell out of here Dean!

I’ve still always wondered if Chuck wrote this book, and if Demian and Barnes ever read it and recognized themselves… and realized what actually happened here…

Because even after Sam and Dean left, and all these other people went back to their normal lives, even after seeing a REAL ghost and being part of a REAL hunt, Sam and Dean still walked out of there in complete anonymity, most of those folks not even really believing their own experience.

It’s just the nature of the job, hunters seem to have a sort of supernatural quality to them, a sort of magic that renders them invisible for the most part. Every time they’ve registered on the public radar, it’s seriously impaired their ability to keep doing their jobs (s7, I’m looking at you).

Their identities occupy a weird liminal space between being invisible enough to continue saving people and hunting things, the wider public acknowledgement of them through the Supernatural books, and the notion that they will even be able to leave a legacy for the future, and what kind of legacy that might be.

For the general public, for generations of hunters to come, for their own family, or for God himself.

Yahoo Movies exclusive interview with Robert Pattinson by Kevin Polowy

How familiar were you with the source material for Lost City of Z? Had you read David Grann’s book?

Yeah, James gave me the book when it was a totally different script. Or I may have read it long before there was even a script at all. I think at the time he was thinking about me to play Percy’s son. Because I must’ve only been about 21. And then I just kind of stayed with it as time went on, and it went through all these different casts. [Laughs]

It sounds like the script changed a lot through the years. What were the biggest changes made over time?

When I first read it, it was a straight action movie, like Indiana Jones. It was this rip-roaring adventure movie, and not this kind of epic, elegant saga that takes place over 30 years.

Costin is a much more minor character in the book. What did you build off of to shape him?

Well, I always thought with Percy’s character it would be a good idea to have a foil. I always interpreted Percy’s character as this man determined to fix the reputation that he thinks he’s deserved, and which his father has ruined for him. … He keeps going back to the jungle again and again and again, just to fix this insecurity. So I liked the idea of Costin being this character who basically had a total disregard for the English aristocracy or any kind of social climbing whatsoever. So he didn’t really want to bring anything back from the jungle, anyway. The entire point for him was just to go because he had nothing to live for in England.

How much information was out there about the real guy? Any sense of his military career?

Well, Costin in reality was a refrigerator salesman. There was an advert in the Times of London saying, “Adventurers Wanted.” That’s actually how he got the job. [Laughs] He was one of the only people who applied for it. But he was in the army — he was a physical fitness instructor. But really, I liked the craziness of just applying to be an adventurer.

You rock some pretty rad facial hair in this movie. Did that look grow on you — pun intended — or did you not care for it?

By the end, I was definitely over it. But at least when you’re shooting a movie with your face covered, there’s very little makeup to be done. It was definitely a “Get out of bed and that’s it” situation. That helped in the middle of the jungle.

You’ve played lead roles, you’ve taken supporting parts — this is more of a supporting role in an ensemble. Do you have a preference these days?

There are certain directors I just really want to work with, and you bring what you can to a part. But in some ways it’s kind of nice [to play a supporting role]. It is a little bit liberating because you don’t have to concentrate on the narrative thrust of the story. You’re just purely thinking about character and just embellishing it a little bit. But with this, I would’ve played any part in it, pretty much.

Costin has some great lines in this movie. I think one of my favorites is when you say to Hunnam, “We’re too British for this jungle.” Did you guys feel out of your element filming in the jungles of Colombia?

No, I really loved it. I guess in some ways, it was kind of hard. But it’s just incredible, going to work every day in a little boat, going up river in the middle of virgin jungle in Colombia. It was very, very close to being on vacation, to be honest. [Laughs]

But the type of vacation where you couldn’t eat anything?

Well, yeah. There’s a certain degree of harshness, and we were trying to lose as much as weight as possible in a really short period of time. So I guess there’s that element to it. But there’s a reason those guys wanted to keep going back as well. It’s amazing.

Do you consider yourself pretty adventurous? Could your relate to that thirst for exploration?

Yeah, definitely. I do sometimes find myself gravitating toward a job just because it’s shooting out in the middle of nowhere. If I’m shooting in a city, generally it can become a repetitive scenario. If you have anyone taking pictures on their phones, it just constantly reminds you of the reality of your life. And I find it becomes a little more difficult. Whereas if you’re out in the jungle and everyone is on the same page as you, you just sort of believe in character a little bit more.

What is your own personal Amazonian adventure? What is the biggest risk you’ve taken in your career so far?

I don’t know: I’ve done things which I thought were going to be really risky, which ended up not being risky at all. I generally try to keep finding ways to push the envelope as much as I can, and whenever I get the opportunity to do it, I generally try to take it. But I don’t really worry about taking risks, to be honest.

What’s something you thought was risky that ended up not being so?

I did this movie years ago called Bel Ami, which was at the height of all the Twilight stuff. It was this Guy de Maupassant novel about a guy who seduces women specifically to screw them out of their money and ruin their lives. I thought that was a relatively subversive choice to make at the time. [Laughs] And no one really seemed to think the same thing.

What is your relationship with your Twilight fan base these days? Has the madness that surrounded your life calmed down at all?

It’s definitely calmed down in terms of my everyday life, but mainly because I spend more time in London, which is totally different. And I’m doing more parts that just sort of interest me, while in a lot of ways taking a little bit of a step back just to learn and get better. I guess I’ve never really acknowledged what the fan base is, or even if I have one. [Laughs]

Oh, you have one.

But, yeah, I’m always pretty curious about what people say afterward, and who turns up, who likes the movie. It’s always kind of random. But I love it when someone who you just really wouldn’t expect says, “Oh, I liked you in this.”

What films have been most unexpected?

It’s always just really strange. I’ve done a bunch of movies which I thought might’ve been impossible to be seen. There was this film Little Ashes, where I played Salvador Dalí, from years and years ago, and just the other day I was walking down the street and somebody came up and said, “Oh, that’s my favorite film!” You kind of forget that people even watch your films. [Laughs]

What do you think of all the universe building that is going on in Hollywood right now and the possibility that they could reboot Twilight and expand its world? Could you ever see yourself playing Edward Cullen again?

Really, they’re expanding it? So I’ll get my own spin-off? [Laughs]

Potentially! It could be called Edward: Homecoming.

Yeah, exactly.

But would you ever dip back in if the opportunity presented itself?

I mean, I’m always kind of curious. Anything where there’s a mass audience — or seemingly an audience for it — I always like the idea of subverting people’s expectations. So there could be some radical way of doing it, which could be quite fun. It’s always difficult when there’s no source material. But, yeah, I’m always curious.

What type of role haven’t you been offered yet that you’re eager for?

I sort of, to a fault, rely a little bit too much on being inspired by things that land on my doorstep. I literally just did this movie called Good Time, which I think is a really interesting role. But I would’ve never, ever predicted that I would’ve liked it. [Pattinson plays a New York bank robber running from the police.] I think that he’s basically the embodiment of an angry commenter on the Internet.

That sounds great.

Well, if you watch the movie you’ll probably be like, “Huh? What are you talking about?” But one of my favorite things to do — this is quite embarrassing — but you know how when you look on Amazon and you see a product that’s got a consumer review that is so scathing, on like an electric toothbrush or something? Like, literally buying this toothbrush has ruined this person’s life. I always click on that person’s buying history, or their other reviews, and I’ll just read them for days and days. And I’m really amused. These people just have to vent this kind of furious anger on product reviews. I’ve always found that sort of character really interesting. [Laughs]

https://www.yahoo.com/movies/lost-city-z-star-robert-pattinson-epic-beard-embarrassing-amazon-habit-hed-ever-return-twilight-world-163024056.html?soc_src=social-sh&soc_trk=tw

“The Lost City of Z”, opens today April 14 2017 in NY and LA, with a wider release on Friday, April 21.

hello! i know the randl tumblr fandom is a quaint environment and doesn’t really delve into many issues, but i’ve something on my mind for a while now and i’d really love to share it w yall and get your opinions on it.

that being said, let’s talk about myth*nt and the lack of diversity within it!

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Haha, yeah, soooo not dead. (Spoilers ahead)

See this guy? Yeah, this son of a biscuit ripped my heart out back in 2014, and I still haven’t recovered. 

Alright, so in the wake of this tragedy, I have looked up some facts on his ‘death’ out of pure interest, as I have always been interested in the whole, “Tadashi survived the fire/explosion,” ordeal.

And my friends, I was not disappointed.

Basic Facts

Okay so the first problem we’re given is that Tadashi supposedly ‘died’ without his body being found. Like, NO remains whatsoever. However, if we’re to believe that the building was searched looking for both Callaghan and Tadashi, neither of their remains being found, especially with technology like Baymax’s scanner, then the movie is WRONG.

First off, we know that no body was found based on Directors Don Hall and Chris WIlliams actually saying it themselves, possibly hinting about Tadashi’s glorious return. Science, work your magic  explain this.

Bone, to begin with, is stronger (In most instances) than concrete. And the materials below the building are some sort of tile material, which is softer and more breakable than concrete. BUT THEY DIDN’T BREAK. It’s reasonable to believe that the bones of this marshmallow would’ve cracked, but certainly weren’t smashed completely and beyond analyzing. 

Secondly, The force of the explosion (Or shockwave) wouldn’t have been able to disintegrate him, as the building was still standing. Simple logic, really!

Thirdly, the fre couldn’t have melted his remains, definitely not bones, in that instance. The heat that could be able to melt his bones would be around 1381 degrees celsius, or 2517.8 degrees fahrenheit. The heat of flame is around  585 degrees celsius (1,100 degrees fahrenheit) SO yeah, quite the bit of a gap there. 

(Minds being blown across the internet)

Originally posted by dj066rapunz3l

So, no body? Then he’s not dead. I will admit, the blow would have a high probability of being fatal. However, there would’ve been some remains, as we can assume the fire was put out soon after he ran in. When you can hear Hiro yelling, “Tadashi!” Listen closely. There’s sounds of sirens in the background, and yet no body. So, how about looking in the subject of lore?

Lore

So, as some fans of the movie know, there originally was a comic series detailing the events of Big Hero 6. While the movie was far off from the source material, we can safely say they used many of the characters. So, when I say they will use another character from the comic, will you believe it? In the original, there’s a fellow hero that joins the group in their adventures.

See this guy? He was named Sunfire. Fitting, no? And I’m aware that many fans have heard this before, but I’m also gonna bring in a bit more information for you fellow nerds. 

This guy got his firebending abilities from an atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima, with the comic being based in Japan. Explosion, huh? Sound familiar? Yes, I’m aware that an atomic bomb and the explosion depicted in the film are very different, but we can say for a fact (Obviously) that an atomic bomb is based off of nuclear energy. In the movie, we never get a clear factor to depict what started the fire. Hiro initially blames Callaghan, but it’s never proven.

What we can speculate is that the fire somehow originated from nuclear energy based off of how many prototypes and inventions there were where the explosion started.  ANd on what we know about the scientific side of it, there was no body, a character named Sunfire whose powers are based off of the element, from a nuclear explosion no less, and they say a body was never found?

Originally posted by gifheaven

I digress.

What We’re Given

Okay, so I’ve proven my point from science to lore, what else can I say? Well, there is one first hand source for this.

Baymax himself.

Alright, Baymax is a robot with high-tech scanning abilities. ANd based on what we know about robots, they’re not exactly keen in the realm of sarcasm and rhetorics. We can see this throughout the movie, especially when Hiro has to explain metaphors and sayings to him, which is a running gag throughout the film. There’s one point where I feel like we can say for certain that Baymax is the one who knows of Tadashi’s living.

Okay, so the phrase, “Tadashi is here,” is something we Big Hero 6 fans know well. And I will admit, Baymax saying “Tadashi is here,” after Hiro yells in the garage is referring to the videos. But what we’ve all been overlooking is how Baymax actually says that phrase twice. He utters it after he’s done recharging, a little while after he acknowledges Tadashi’s hat on the bed.

Hiro simply responds with, “They say he’s still here as long as we remember him,” or something of the sort. However, we don’t see Baymax displaying the video to him or anything like that, so what if he knows Tadashi’s out there, still? Perhaps even closeby? He can’t have meant it rhetorically. He’s a robot. 

To Wrap Things Up

So, yeah. He’s not dead. Tadashi is alive, ya’ll. He might come back as a superhero/villain, or whatever! Continue writing your fanfictions, drawing fan-art, and speculate about what happened. WIth the series coming ever closer, I’d keep an eye out for any hints about his whereabouts. I’ll be looking for it, and I’ll be quick to blog about it. Also, comment about your theories and what I missed! I’d love to read them!!

Thanks, guys!

Originally posted by hamadalust

anonymous asked:

I disagree with anon. There's hating a ship, then there's hating the character itself. Even without SS, Sakura was still largely hated across the fanbase for the most shallow of reasons. Some still blame her for Neji's death. I really doubt SS expected Sakura to get shafted to this point; from what I've seen, they are just as angry and sadden by this. At the same time, I'm aware that NH (not all shipper, if they are reading!) really only "supported" SS just to get Sakura out of the way. (1)

Honestly, I never meet Sakura hate so strong from that fandom. I remembered how the majority started acting all haughty with SS after The Last, then outright dropped SS when Gaiden came out. Some were even disappointed that Karin wasn’t outright confirmed the mother and called the manga a waste. For those NH who used to “support” SS, you would think they’ll have some sympathy for their “sister” shippers? (2)

The legit hate for Sakura is honestly so incredulous to me. The only fandom I’ve been in with character hate half as strong was Kingdom Hearts with Kairi. And even then the hate was half as strong, and only within fandom. The hate died down over the years. But Sakura? The fandom, SP, SJ, assistants, editors, hate her to this point? They are absolutely okay with erasing her importance within the manga? Okay with giving Hinata everything they hated in Sakura? The interview with Kishi (3)

comparing Sakura to a secondary character, overall downgrading her importance in the manga made me sad. But the reaction from NH succeed my disappointment in Kishi, and I only felt even more bitterness towards NH and Hinata. (4)

It’s why I can never like Hinata or NH, no matter how much they try and convince me. To be happy that they aren’t force to acknowledge Sakura as a heroine? Was NS that intimidating? Was Sakura that bad? I’m sorry that this small thing turned to a rant, but I felt if Sakura (and Team 7) was in a different fandom than this one. To have hate so strong that even her own creator hates her along with the franchise? To STILL blame her for Neji? I’m just so sad that this is what she is reduced to. (5)

I only wanted better for her, but with this fandom it’s like you have to go above and beyond for her just to get that fandom to like her even a little. On top of that, deal with a franchise that wants nothing to do with her either. Yet they will put Hinata on a pedestal and call her the heroine? The franchise legitimately putting her as a main cast, when she was barely a secondary in Part 2? How did she became relevant and shoved into our face as being better than Sakura? (End)

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Granted, that was/is also a factor but it’s the SS that was the fuel to NH by some sort of sick alliance, and then trying to bury every shit Kishi threw at Sakura via Sasuke because of her proximity to Naruto and the possibility of her being with Naruto in the end. But these are old shannenigans.

Granted, Sakura was hated in the fandom because of the most stupid reasons, however when it came down to comparing her with Hinata, if it weren’t for a let’s say very ardent fan of Hinata’s everyone knew and acknowledged the fact that Sakura tops Hinata no matter what. It was basic knowledge 101.

But then Studio Pierrot came and started the stealing. Sakura is a medical ninja? Everyone is a medical ninja.

Sakura has a superior chakra control, even moreso than her powerhouses of teammates? Everyone gets it.

Sakura can tell via her medical ninjutsu where it hurts in the body or it’s a certain problem? Throw that away, make Hinata tell her via her Byakugan because lol Sakura surely must’ve forgotten to do that with only medical ninjutsu via water detection, in order to force down our throats a friendship that never really was there - at most, some respect showed by Sakura to Hinata, never the viceversa. 

Some still blame her for Neji’s death because things were written as such. That was the effect they wanted. While Sakura the medical ninja couldn’t be there when Naruto called for a medic-nin, have Hinata-hime-sama be there and offer him the emotional support he needed (although via Sakura was shown to us what he really needed, but anyway). Sakura was written off at that point to make place for Hinata, all while in the meantime Studio Pierrot via their shitty interventions was already stealing everything from Sakura and giving it to Hinata. SS-ers saw that, they were here with us as well. We were already screaming about the damage control Sakura was taking because of Hinata but most of them didn’t care, as long as it took NaruSaku out of the way…

And dear boy I know I screamed right and left about this because I saw the bullshit they’re trying to pull. I don’t know exactly for how long you’re around the fandom anon, but as I said before, I came from a NH and SS background that went along with NS given the development. And also besides that, what made me distance from NH mostly was their hate for Sakura. I was a NH shipper that happened to like Sakura very much. And so, being accustomed to how these pairings function, I saw the impending shit that was about to come, and screamed about it, but who was going to listen? I was a NaruSaku, to hell with me, despite me saying multiple times that before being a NaruSaku or any other type of shipper, I am a Sakura fan. 

So you see, here it’s a mix of many elements at the middle, and sadly they did have a major contribution to this, sorry to say it. Not all of them, ofc, but…

And it was never a sister ship with them… It was an alliance against NaruSaku. That was the immediate threat to them. Everyone knew that Kishi wouldn’t have the balls to end it with NaruSasu because of the controversy (despite drawing them in also), so the next best thing was NaruSaku - especially given the story’s construction mechanisms - everything was pointing at NaruSaku, no matter how much some still want to deny it. It’s basic storytelling 101 in a piece of literature (more or less).

Hell, they even changed the story triangle. There was one always inside team 7, and now in his newest interview Kishi mentions one that was nonexistent between Naruto, Sakura and Hinata. He literally took all the things that NH were fantasizing about and used them as “logical explanation” when his own story was contradicting him.

And yes, for some stupid reason people hated Sakura because Kishimoto pulled at the heart strings of people with poor orphan Naruto, but God forbid someone points Naruto’s horrible behavior, they must be linched - which Sakura does at the beginning of the story. Naruto was after all a pretty stupid kid that did stupid things. Yes, he had ulterior motives, but does that excuse his behavior? If we cannot excuse the behavior of one, why excuse his, know what I mean? 

And also people aren’t used to look at the broader picture because somehow … reasons. Yes, Sakura told him all those things, but at the same time supported him and his stupid dream with her love for Sasuke and her “horrible” behavior still did much more than Hinata with her love for Naruto.  But then people come with the excuse that she was shy. So we can excuse Hinata of her shyness for NOT helping Naruto when he most needed it, but we cannot excuse Sakura for expressing her pissed self at Naruto whenever he did something stupid DESPITE ACTIVELY doing stuff for him? Hmm, I smell double standards.

And yes, it’s funny how when they take stuff from Sakura and add them to Hinata everyone is okay, because it’s Hinata. This only once more shows the double standards and hipocrisy that lies deep within the collective counsciousness of this very fandom.

And, after all, it’s not the fandom’s fault as much as it is Kishi’s and how he never put his finger on something for certain, out of God knows what reasons… I can only speculate, but some are for certain - he doesn’t have a backbone.

From defending fiercely your heroine to actively replacing her… pfft. Laughable.

If he would’ve had a backbone he would’ve finished the story properly. You know how they say “Stand for what you believe in, even if you stand alone”.

Something he tried pushing with Naruto, too bad he failed miserably.

I wanted better for her too, and actually trusted Kishi he will do better. I created theories about where he’d be going with her, things that eventually come to fruition (her seal, chakra nature and some others), but the thing that disgusted me the most about this was seeing some things that were clearly going to go to Sakura, being used for Hinata, dare I say some ideas I layed down in my theories, being used now, via other means.

At first I thought it’s me being crazy, they couldn’t possibly use that… and then the latest chapter of Boruto comes and they use for him what the NS fandom creates for Shinachiku. 

To answer your question - yes, NaruSaku was that intimidating. That intimidating that they cannot erase 15 years of development, that they now try to steal ideas from the NS fans to burrow us as deep as possible because otherwise we won’t shut up, that bad of an intimidation, that they make it so defiant to NaruSaku fans, so that we’ll eventually shut up and stop being the thorns in their back.

Well, too bad. We’re here and we’re staying. They can steal how much they want. The records showing that we were there with ideas and whatnot long before them it’s here.

For someone who writes about Gods and whatnot, Kishi and his editors should know about the Akashic records. They’re imprinted in the human collective counsciousness, and no matter how much they want to silence and erase Sakura and NaruSaku, they can’t.

And this only pushed me to continue my initial analysis on Sakura’s character. Ohoo, it’s going to be so much fun to demask all the bullshit mechanism behind their actions. SO MUCH FUN!

Anyway, I turned this into a rant and went into deeper stuff myself, I should probably end it here. But yeah, this thing is a mess. A salad, to be more exact. ;)

Kind of Like Narnia (Part ¼)

Raphael (2014/2016) x Reader
Notes: Hi! This is my first fic kind of thing, on tumblr that is. I hope you enjoy it! [P/N] is your pet’s name, but you’d probably already know that lol
Warnings: Swearing, that’s about it
Word count: 1304
Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


It was a morning like any other. You were sat on your bed, under the covers; scrolling through you social media feeds. Since you’d passed out from watching old episodes of ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ last night, you hadn’t closed your curtains, so the light pouring into your room woke you up. You enjoyed your weekends. No school, no drama, just you and the TV remote.

It would’ve been a great lazy day, if your Mom didn’t clamber through the room with an old fashioned wardrobe following behind her. It looked like something from the 1900’s.

“Mom? What the hell?” you laughed, watching two very large men set the wardrobe down on the floor and then set it upright. The wardrobe was over 7ft, and just about missed the ceiling.

“It was your great grandparents! I have no idea what it’s for but it’s pretty cool right!” she clapped her hands together, giggling before stepping forward and opening the doors.

Moths. Dead moths. Live moths, flew out of the wardrobe and around the room.

“Wow Mom, real treasure you got here.” You said blandly, crossing your arms over your chest. Your mother simply ignored you, pushing the wardrobe to the wall. This gave you a small tingle, but you ignored it and shuffled back over to your bed, laying back down and turning the TV on.


“[P/N]! Get back here!” you yelled, calling your cat back to wherever he had ran off to. You’d bought a cute collar for him to try on, but as per usual he hissed at you and ran off. You had chased him around the house before losing him and walking back to your room.

The door was open. The door of the wardrobe that you hadn’t even touched since your Mom pretty much left it there. Months ago. It was very pretty, but horrible dusty and old on the inside, with your dead great grandparents clothes still hanging in there.

“For fucks sake, [P/N].” you grumbled, picking up the collar and holding your nose. You paid good money for that collar, it was going on him whether he liked it or not.

You gingerly took a step into the closet, being cautious not to close the door, because it would be dumb to shut yourself in a closet. As you went further in, you just assumed this was an enormous closet. It was almost pitch black as you got to the very centre of the wardrobe. The further in you got, the more the air around you started to change, it was damp, and smelt a lot like sewage. Obviously, you had been calling out your cat’s name out, but they hadn’t even appeared, or jumped out and attacked you. You kept your arms stretched out in front of you, so as to not bump into the back of the wardrobe. Taking one, two, three more steps forward, you expected to feel the hardwood on the tips of your fingers – but you didn’t.

In fact, you felt a cold air, but it also felt quite sticky. You took another step forward and felt the edge of the wardrobe at your feet. Taking one more step, calling out [P/N] one more time before tripping and falling on to your knees into dirty water.

You hadn’t realised you had your eyes closed until you slowly opened them, blinking to adjust your eyes to the light.

Feet. No. Green feet? Your eyes slowly widened as you picked your head up, to stare directly at a grinning green face, with an orange bandana wrapped around its head.

“Hey dudette! I’m Michelangelo, the chicks call me Mikey!” he winked, still grinning down at you whilst holding out a three fingered - also green - hand out to you. Your eyes narrowed, wrinkling your nose before taking his hand and lifting yourself up with your other hand.

Your eyes slowly widened at who this person was. One of the 4 turtles, from your favourite franchise. Taking a step away from him, you grinned.

“Hello, I’m [Y/N],” you shook his hand before pulling it away. “Have you seen my cat?”

“Oh! Yeah totally dudette, he’s back at the lair.” You nodded, pretending to not know what he was talking about as you had a small freak out inside your head. “Wait, what’re you even doing in the sewers?”

“I have no idea dude, you tell me,” you chuckled before looking around. “Which way are we going?”

Mikey took you to the lair, mostly talking about pizza the whole way there, not that you minded though. You smiled happily to yourself as you got to the lair, looking around, twirling. ‘Am I tripping?’

As soon as you got there, Mikey insisted you played a game of Mario Kart with him, which you of course agreed to. However, that was soon stopped when you heard Master Splinter’s voice call out from the dojo.

“Michelangelo. Who is this?” his voice was calm, collected, but you could hear a slight tinge of annoyance or anger behind it. Turning around, you grinned slightly before bowing your head in respect.

“Master Splinter!” Mikey’s eyes widened as he looked between you, the large rat and his brother’s who had now gathered around.

“Hi! I’m sorry, I’m [Y/N]. I kind of stumbled her by mistake, actually it wasn’t really a mistake I didn’t even know I was coming and to be quite honest I don’t even know how I got here I was chasing my dumb cat- [P/N]!” your eyes widened at the sight of your feline friend, and his widened too as he ran off in the other direction. “Come back here!” you growled and jumped over a chair and followed the cat, the turtle brothers in hot pursuit.


After finally get your cat to at least mildly respect you, and explaining your situation to the family, you were now sat in Donnie’s lab looking through the tapes of when, and how, you got into the ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ world.

Of course you didn’t tell them you knew who they were, and you had stuffed teddies of them in your bedroom, and posters, and kept the tickets for both of their latest Bay movies. You’d sound like a complete stalker. That’s not an attractive look, especially when your favourite red clad turtle was glaring directly at you. Donnie was typing away on his computer before he stood up abruptly and called the other brothers into the room. You also stood up, feeling quite left out.

“There!” Donnie pointed to the screen where a white light had appeared. You squinted before grabbing the keyboard and zooming in. The inside of the wardrobe was clearly visible, but other than that you couldn’t see anything.

“Why were you in a wardrobe?” Raphael’s rough voice grumbled from the side of you. He was staring at you. You could feel your face turn a bright shade of red before you handed Donnie his keyboard back. You looked up at him, narrowing your own eyes before looking back towards the screen so he couldn’t see how red your face was.

“Trying…[P/N]…” You mumbled, shuffling your feet around. Raphael rolled his eyes and walked off. Inside you felt quite disheartened. You knew him, sort of. You liked him, he was your favourite character. But he didn’t even acknowledge you. Nice.

“Cool! So, like Narnia?” Mikey grinned, whilst chewing on what looked like a pizza sandwich.

“Yes Mikey, kind of like Narnia…”