my favorite few seconds of acting

Okay but I think my favorite character is BatB is the Beast

Dan Stevens is absolutely amazing and his acting was so on point??? I loved it??? It reminded me sooo much of the Broadway musical version that I saw a few years ago. There was so much heart and emotion in his Beast and I adored every second of it. Plus “Evermore” was literally everything to me and the best song of the entire movie.

Mormon Tea

Going with the botanical theme here for plants in the Mojave I present my second favorite, Mormon Tea. Ephedra Viridis is the latin name for it. It grows everywhere in the Mojave.

It’s a woody plant that has green segmented stems that grow like reeds do and then dry out and turn hard and woody and from that other stems grow. They generally get to be about six feet high at the tallest and a few feet around. 

The green shoots can be cut off and broken up then brewed into a nice tea that has a semi sweet flavor and taste herbal. If you like Herbal tea you’ll love this. The natural Ephedra in it acts a stimulant and that is how it got it’s name. When the Mormon settlers started coming into the Mojave they traded with the Paiutes and the Paiutes introduced them to this plant. By making tea with it the Mormons were able to work harder and longer and tons of it was harvested and sent north to Salt Lake City and distributed to the Mormons in the 1800′s. 

In the spring it flowers with pretty little yellow cluster flowers that are pollinated and produce tiny seeds that birds sometimes eat and distribute. 

I’ve drank a lot of this stuff over the years with no ill health effects. I’m sure there is a limit to how much you should consume every day but I haven’t hit it and I’ve had sometimes over a gallon of it a day. It makes great iced tea. 

Internet Fiend

Originally posted by 94ten

You’re my neighbor and you are stealing my WiFi to watch porn and can you not. AU

Very Small Angst, humor and Fluff????

Word count: 3,427 Words ; 18,770 CHARS

A/N~ Lol, I have been posting a lot of NCT U scenarios but it is time to get this blog moving. Based on the AU above and please forgive me for any miss information on hacking and computer lang, spare me. Honestly, near the end, I had no idea what happened. 

The more you know: I actually wanna major in Computer Science, Weird, right?

P’sss, There’s a sequel


The door unlocked with the twist of your key and you struggled into the apartment, hands full of mail.

You had finally done it.

You moved out from under your parents care and into the adult world of independence. It had only been the end of the second month but you hadn’t looked back since. Your mom told you it was going to be hard and if you needed money, you could always go to her, but you refused.

Sure you were working at a crappy job with tedious hours but it put bread on the table so you couldn’t complain.

You kicked your shoes off before sitting the mail down on the two seat table which was ‘donated’ to you by your parents as a housewarming gift. Sadly, most of the things in your apartment were bought by your parents because at the time you decided to jump, you were still low on funds. Nonetheless, you felt like this was best decision you ever made.

No siblings

No parents

No curfew

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anonymous asked:

Ok what's your favourite Shawn?? Like goofy dorky Shawn or sexy Shawn or happy Shawn or passionate Shawn or????

MMM, ANON YOU’VE REALLY DONE IT NOW HAVEN’T YOU

I would have to say that i have a few favorite Shawns. 

My all time favorite is definitely goober Shawn:

you know the Shawn that comes out only on his (and other people’s) snap and instagram stories that just catch him in the act of being his lil goofy dorky self. I think this is the realest Shawn that we get the opportunity to see. 

however, my second favorite Shawn is passionate Shawn:

you know when he’s just up on stage having the time of his life and so into the songs and the music and the crowd and the energy and everything and it’s just so like asdfghjkl to witness. ugh. love this one

and then sometimes, if you’re really lucky, they’ll mix:

LIKE LOOK AT HIS FKN EYEBROWS WHEN HE SAYS “IN THE WAY YOU MOVE” DON’T TELL ME THAT WASN’T INTENTIONAL LOOK AT IT LOOK AT THAT GOOBERY PASSIONATE BUNDLE OF A DUDE THAT I LOVE SO MUCH UGH

this was my favorite question

ask me anything:)))))


also, it’s been brought to my attention that i need to give credit to the owners of these gifs but like i have no idea who tf made what because i literally just typed in ‘shawn mendes’ into the lil search bar and then like copy and pasted lol, so whoops my b. some of them have a lil watermark at the bottom by illuminateshawn so creds to them for theirs but like ??? about the rest idk if i used yours then, like, thanks, the credit is yours… even though i have no idea who you are but like you do, so i hope this is satisfactory :)))

Whipped

Pairing:  Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,711

Summary: Dean buys the reader her favorite holiday treat to cheer her up.

Requested by: @feelmyroarrrr


“Supply run, people. What do you guys want?” Dean asks striding fast into the library.

“Bananas, apples, green beans, bread…see if you can find a wok somewhere.” Sam answers seriously.

“A what?!” Dean exclaims looking a little scared.

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10 (anti) parallels of My most favorite episode / My least favorite episode

Dedicated to my dear BFF @devilishly-handsome-pirate thanks for another great request Querida!

So up until the mid season finale aired, my least favorite episode was “Manhattan”, but after that fiasco we’ve seen in that episode, I had to push it for second place. Now after doing this parallel, I’m glad that I did, because this parallel between the most epic, well built, well presented adventure, and the ridicules episode we’ve seen a few weeks ago had to be made.

During my preparation of the gifs, I came once more to the conclusion that what bothered me the most in that episode was that every single one was acting so out of character besides Regina. 

Emma who was the most unlikely version of princess Emma who grew with her parents, King David and Queen Snow that raise their daughter to give up and surrender,  David in the real reality that yelled at Hook and blamed him for not knowing where Emma might have gone, Hook who seat around waiting for Regina to bring Emma back, all calmed down and relaxed. No one (again, except Regina) was acting like themselves.

On the other hand, the season 3 finale brought out from each character his best version of himself/herself. Especially for Emma and Hook of course. For Emma there was a before and after this adventure. She grew so much and learned about herself and her emotions. Hook was being the hero once more and now in the most epic way to that day.

There’s even nothing to compare between the writing of these two episodes. In the season 3 finale there was so much thought given to every single detail. I don’t think there was one plot hole in it. While in the last episode there were so many things that didn’t add up, and felt like disrespect for the viewers and the fans.

All that is left for me to say is that I wish someday the show will be able to repeat the amazement of the season 3 finale. Nothing will give me more pleasure than to have another episode to call my most favorite and push this one to second place.

Send me a parallel/anti-parallel and I will turn it into a 10 parallels gifset

the 10 parallels project  

My wonderful anon,

I so appreciate you bringing this moment up in more detail because, well, I have a lot of detail that I could go into and I’ve been lowkey waiting for a chance since… basically the first time I saw this livestream!!!

You are absolutely right that it’s not just Jaebum being jealous! There’s some definite jealousy on Youngjae’s side too because of the adorable Markbum interaction, and then Jinyoung comforting him once he stops giving Mark heart eyes and notices Youngjae sulking slightly, and that’s when Jaebum notices and starts getting jealous, and just… there’s so much in just this 30 seconds. But are you also aware of the other 16 minutes of this Vlive?? Because this whole livestream is one of my two absolute favorite vlive videos, and we need to talk about it!! 

Honestly, as the hardcore ot4 trash (and YugBam fan) that I am, I could go on and on about every moment of this video, but I’m going to attempt to focus on the 2jae bits since that’s where this began and I need to give myself some limits or I’ll go on forever I did anyway… SO LET’S JUMP IN WITH MY FAVORITE 2JAE MOMENTS AND THEN WE’LL TAKE IT FROM THE TOP! 

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Tomarry/Harrymort Fanfiction:

I realize a lot of people don’t ship this, but most of the fanfiction are simply amazing and wonderful and heartbreaking. (Most of these tend to be long, psychological dramas.)

Check these out:

47 Days to Change (a translation) by snow_owl01

Harry Potter and Tom Riddle are nemesis, born adversaries, prophesied leaders of opposite fractions.

2001 to 1932, forty-seven days to change the fate of the Dark Lord.

This is a ‘Harry travels back in time to raise Tom’ story. An unfortunate tale of one man’s failed attempt to mold young Tom into a decent, law-biding citizen. Instead, as Fate will have it, young Tom grows up to become the same twisted psychopath, who is hell-bent on winning the love of his adoptive father. Harry’s consent be damned.

(Another must read!)

The Train to Nowhere by MayMarlow

In a world where Voldemort’s victory brought forth the golden age of pureblood supermacy, young Harry - an average Durmstrang student - grows surrounded by the same propaganda that has become the gospel truth of the Wizarding World. Injustice is a norm and racism is not only accepted, but actively encouraged. Embracing the status quo becomes harder when Harry finds himself in a train station where the living should not dwell, and a dangerous friend who goes by the name “Tom”.

(This fic: You need to go read it. Seriously-It’s among one of my top favorites, errors are few and easily overlooked, and the plot is amazing. I love all of MayMarlow’s fics.)

Lithium by Suzan Gray (S19)

The smallest change in details can lead to vastly different outcomes. When Harry finds Tom Riddle’s diary in his second year, he befriends the entity that resides within. This simple act results in a ripple effect that tears the story as we know it apart, causing a descent into the madness that is the human psyche.

(Recently updated and still ongoing!)

In Death, Standby by Sophisme

After the infamous massacre of the Potters, young Harry Potter went missing. It doesn’t really help that years later he turns up again, a bit darker, stranger and more erratic than anyone had hoped for. But Harry hardly cares, since in the end it’s his decision on which side he will fight; Dark, Light or no side at all.

A Snake Named Voldemort by estalita11

After being turned into a snake and unable to change back, Lord Voldemort is forced to turn to the only other living Parselmouth, Harry Potter. After making a deal, Harry agrees to help the Dark Lord return to his human form. SLASH HP/LVTMR

AU Twists by The_Fictionist

Various different prompts or AU Tomarry oneshots that come into my head, because I need some place for them. Includes sirens, fairytale twists, and numerous other things which I am currently working on.

(Paper-ramblings!)

Words Fail by NeaMarika

Fighting a heroic battle in a room full of mysterious time pieces is not a smart thing to do.

– Death of Today » by Epic Solemnity

 COMPLETE LV/HP: Raised in a Muggle orphanage, Harry arrives at Hogwarts a bitter boy. Unusually intelligent, he’s recruited by the Unspeakables and the Death Eaters at a young age. As he grows older, he constantly has to struggle to keep his footing around a manipulative and bored Dark Lord, who fancies mind games and intellectual entertainment. (Currently being re-edited.)

To Kill You With A Kiss » by Paimpont

After Dumbledore’s death, Harry searches for answers in the Pensieve. But something goes wrong. Trapped inside a memory, Harry finds himself at Hogwarts in 1945 where an 18 year old Tom Riddle is teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. SLASH. Complete.

(I only read half, but it’s awesome. Go try it out.)

Love’s Loathing » by The Fictionist

 Lord Voldemort is the head of Magical Britain. Harry Potter is a rebel leader in charge of the last scraps of resistance against his regime. Things would be difficult enough even if they hadn’t once been lovers.

(Once again, paper-ramblings-We’re all waiting for the much anticipated April Fool’s one-shot.)

To the Waters and the Wild » by Paimpont

While flying back from Godric’s Hollow, Hagrid accidentally drops baby Harry over a wild forest. Harry is raised by rebel fairies until his Hogwarts letter arrives. The Dark Lord is in for a surprise… HP/LV romance. SLASH.

(I’ve only read a bit, but the style is very unique and very…romantic.)

The Courtesan » by Drops of Nightshade

 In the prejudiced world where the Dark Lord won, Harry Potter is part of the servile caste, the lowest caste in the new society. Resigned to a life of servitude as a Courtesan, Harry is instead drawn under the wing of the Dark Lord himself. Between the scheming Order and his powerful benefactor, Harry finds himself steadily drawn deeper into the growing conflict. Eventual LV/HP.

(Not my favorite, nor my type, but it’s a interesting read and Drops of Nightshade has a sequel-The Consort of something of that elk out.)

 – YumeNoTsuzuki’s Harrymort Prompts

(This series contains all kinds of interesting prompts; I’ve read most of them.)

The Elements of Lordship by RenderedReversed

A disgruntled Lord Voldemort is forced into fulfilling one of his many duties—saving a princess, at least once. Confirmed that a relatively old castle houses a captured damsel, he makes his way over—only to be stolen away by his unknown foe instead.

(A relatively short story, but still very interesting.)

The Spellmaker by SonnyGietzel

Latin; a dead language with no practical applications except perhaps the deciphering of old texts and as a particularly quaint party trick.

Thankfully, as Harry finds out, Latin is not as dead as he was first taught when he decided to learn the language. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, of course; he loved Latin, and would have been proud to know it even had it been as useless as it was pretty. But in the world of Wizards, the world of Magic, Harry realizes his rare talent with words is particularly valuable in the highly complicated and controversial subject of Spell Creation, a subject he soon becomes enamored with despite having to hide his interest from everyone.

Besides, it’s not like he’s going Dark, after all.

(This fic is only 13 chapters long, and hasn’t been updated in a while; Still fantastic, though.)

Little Seer » by HuskyWalker

Voldemort won the first war. Harry is happy to live as an unnoticed squib at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, visions and rebels don’t allow that and Harry soon catch the attention of the dark lord.

 (Never finished this, but good enough!)

All For Show » by Cannibal Incorporated

Draco is sure he accidentally touched one of his father’s illegal artifacts and is hallucinating as a result. Why else would he be seeing Harry-Bloody-Potter prancing around his house with Lord-Bloody-Voldemort? LV/HP

Figments Forever » by nat rulz

 Love, the most powerful force on earth. Voldemort, the most powerful Dark Lord ever. Vendo Diligo, the most potent love potion that exists. Harry Potter, the unfortunate victim subjected to all three. Emotions are wicked things. Slash. FIN!

(Barely remember this one, but eh.)

47 Days to Change (a translation) - One-shot by snow_owl01

One-shot in the 47 Days to Change universe, written by the original author, but not as a part of the main plot. SLASH. TR/HP. WARNING: Explicit Sexual Content, Angst, Non-Con, Rape, MPreg. Proceed with caution.

In a future where Voldemort won the war, he kept Harry Potter imprisoned as his pet — as his beautiful prize.

Oswald the Ottoman » by lunakatrina

 Voldemort never saw this coming! Harry aquires an ottoman…AU, ignores DH and most of HBP for it’s own sanity

(Not exactly LVHP or Tomarry, but very humorous.)

Future Imperfect by Lady Azar de Tameran

One Shot. AU. A world in which Voldemort wins. And honestly wishes he hadn’t. Time travel. Potential future slash.

Will update with more later!

Our french mistake is not a mistake - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Our french mistake is not a mistake (Way too long title. Not really good either, but it will make sense in the end)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 2,517

Warnings: None

Summary: The french mistake is taking place not in season 6 but in season 9, with Dean having The mark of Cain, you accompanying the brothers in their journey in another universe and a slight twist that nobody expects. Balthazar sends you all in another place for a different reason than in the show.

A/N: Was planning on uploading this a lot later but I want to give you something nice when my birthday, next week, comes and I really want you to like it. Just a beautifully sad and cute story as a gift to you on my birthday. Anyway, really hope you enjoy this! xx’

“CUT!” somebody’s voice was heard and you, Dean and Sam all looked up around you. You were all confused at seeing that you were not outside Bobby’s house, just like you thought you’d be after jumping out of the window.

“Jensen, Jared, (Y/n) amazing job guys! We’re taking a five minute break till we start the next scene!” the same voice was heard and you frowned at hearing your name being called. You didn’t know the man that sat on the chair and gave the instructions but he obviously knew you.

And who the hell were Jensen and Jared?!

“Oh no” Sam let out a breath and you turned to look at him frowning.

“Come on! You’ve got to be kidding me, right?! Where the hell are we now?!” Dean shouted frustrated and you turned to look at him with a worried look.

“Dean, what’s going on?” you asked and he merely groaned “Are you alright?” you added and he nodded.

“Yes, I am. Balthazar on the other hand will be dead meat when I get him on my hands!” he groaned and you frowned.

“What has Balthazar to do with…” you started but trailed off as soon as realization down on you.

“He sent us in another freaking universe?!” you screamed in shock, earning a few weird looks from members of the crew.

“No shit Sherlock!” he retorted and you merely glared at him.

“Hey, it’s not my fault. I’m not the one that pissed him off after all!” you pointed a finger at him and he just rolled his eyes.

“So what do we do now?” Sam asked, looking at you.

“Well, I think we should find out a few things about this place and-” you started but were cut off by a man coming by your side.

“Jensen, Jared, (Y/n). Come on guys, we need to start the next scene in a few seconds. Get a move” he said and before either one of you could say anything, he slapped Dean’s ass.

Sam’s and your eyes widened, and you had a hard time not laughing at the shock written all over Dean’s face.

“Come on” he said and this time you and Sam burst out laughing at seeing Dean run as fast as possible towards where the man pointed, clearly fearing that the guy would repeat his previous action.

You followed Dean, all the while looking around you and trying to understand where you might be. What surprised you even more was the fact that the place where the man had told you to go was… the main room of the bunker.

“What… the hell?” you breathed out, looking around you with wide eyes.

“What the actual hell is this place?” Dean said.

“The… bunker?” Sam said with confusion, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ok listen up, folks. We’re going to have to postpone shooting this scene for a while. Some technical problems. You just wait for a while til we fix them.” the same man that was in the chair spoke now.

Before any of you could say anything, you felt yourselves being dragged to different directions. You were pulled away by some girl, who made you sit in front of a mirror before she started putting make up on you. Or more like removing some make up from you and reapplying some, in a better way this time. The weird thing was that… you didn’t remember having put on any make up this morning. Or even these days, for that matter.

You could no longer see Dean or Sam, and couldn’t either find them after the girl let you leave. You searched and searched but only managed to spot… Castiel?

“Cas? Cas!” you exclaimed as he turned to look at you and you run towards him.

“Oh dear, you have no idea how happy I am to see you Cas.” you said and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

What surprised you, though, was the fact that he wrapped his arms around you, too.

You pulled away and looked at him frowning, but brushed the thought off “Cas you ok?” you asked with a small smile.

“Oh yeah, I’m perfectly fine. (Y/n).” he winked at you and you frowned more.

You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by Cas chuckling “Man, what’s wrong with all of you today? Jensen and Jared acted all weird just a few seconds ago and-” he started but you cut him off.

“Who the hell are you?” you all-but-shouted, immediately pulling away from him.

The guy, obviously not Castiel, looking at you with a funny face “Uh Misha? Your co-star and overlord?” it came out more like a question.

“Are you ok (Y/n)? How come my biggest and most favorite minion forgot me?” he put a hand on your forehead looking at you with a small fake pout. Though there still was some worry in his eyes.

“Uh yeah, yeah I’m fine… Misha” you said his name reluctantly and he grinned.

Man, it was so weird to see him smile like that.

“Can you, uhm, tell me where Jensen and Jared went?” you asked, trying to seem believable.

“Oh they went at the set. Come with me, that’s where I’m heading” he grinned more and put a hand around your shoulders, leading you to where Sam and Dean were.

You smiled at him, though it was more of an awkward and uncomfortable smile than a relaxed one. He frowned at your weird behavior for a split second but it was soon replaced by his usual grin.

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“Of all the things he could come up with, he sent us in a universe where we are actors?!” you heard Dean groan and immediately broke free from fake Castiel’s grasp. Giving him a polite smile and making your way towards Dean and Sam.

“Yeah, well what’s even more weird is the fact that since it is Balthazar we’re talking about and not Gabriel, this… is real. This does exist but we did not know it… till now, at least” Sam said shrugging and Dean groaned more.

“How do we get out of here though?” you asked as you approached them and they both turned to look at you.

“We don’t know” Sam sighed, shaking his head.

“We have to leave immediately, though. I mean, first I see Baby broken into pieces. Then I find out I am a painted whore. After that I learn that my name is Jensen freaking Ackles. I mean, really?! What’s wrong with names here? A-and you are something called a Jared Padalecki? You’re Polish and we’re not even related! And as if those were not enough, we find out that our lives are a freaking TV show in which we actually have to act! I mean come on! Really?!” Dean whined and you had a really hard time not bursting out laughing. It sounded all so surreal but it was in fact real.

Silence followed for a while but then your snickering broke it.

Sam gave you a bitch face and you just shrugged innocently “Sorry it’s just… Padalecki? Ackles? And you’re actors? This is just pure gold, guys! We have to stay here for a while” you said and laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want (Y/n), but if I’m not mistaken you’re an actor as well. Which means that you are going to have to act too” Dean said, trying to get you to be less happy about your situation because it was clearly getting on his nerves.

“Eh, fine by me. It would be fun anyway” you shrugged and it seemed to tick him off more.
“Whatever” he groaned more.

He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by somebody’s voice “Ok guys, take your places. We’re getting started” he said and a woman pushed you out of the setting.

Dean groaned more, clearly irritated by the whole situation, but took his place nonetheless. He didn’t seen really happy about everything that was going on and you knew very well that he actually wasn’t. The fact that he still had The mark of Cain had a big effect on him. It made him see everything that was happening just as something tiring and nothing else. Just an extra burden, having to go through all of this just because Balthazar wanted to play games with them. Something that would just make him even more of a wreck. Tired and not have the strength to go through anything, to do anything. Which is why you also wanted to stay for a while at this place.

You could clearly see the effect that The mark had on Dean and it totally broke you, seeing the man you loved more than anything being torn apart on the inside. He didn’t know how you felt about him and you were never going to admit your feelings to him. You were afraid that he did not feel the same and that would make things totally messed up if you said anything. The only thing you could do was be there for him. Talking hours on end about how he felt and comforting him when he had had too much drinks and was on the verge of giving up. Every time you were there. Ready to hold him and listen to him saying things that he was most afraid of, things that he never even said to Sam. You just were there when he needed you. Even when he didn’t speak. You just had to look into his eyes to see the pain he felt on the inside to know that he needed you. He needed you to hold him and comfort him that everything was going to be ok. It was not going to be ok, really, but you had convinced yourself, hoping, that that’s how it was going to be.

Trying every time you got the chance to make him laugh. Rarely managing to see him smile sincerely, even if it was for a few seconds, but actually achieving it. And that’s why you were also excited about this little journey of yours in another universe. You hoped that it would be a break from your routine and the constant hunting and it would be good for Dean to relax even for just a while. Something to take his mind off of things and even… make him feel a little bit better. You were really hoping to achieve that. Because even if it wasn’t really obvious, you could see that Dean was in a… good mood. Making jokes and all. Not that he wouldn’t be like that before you got here but, it just seemed as if Dean was truly in a good mood. Hell, he even seemed to be enjoying the whole acting thing. Even though he complained about it.

You smiled at seeing him try to act but fail miserably. He tried to make a stern face, but ended up doing something that looked more like of a duck face than Dean-expression. You put a hand in front of your face as he missed to say his line once again. Even after the director tried to help him more than once or twice he still failed to remember what he had to say or when to do so. You put a hand in front of your mouth to muffle your laughter at seeing Misha push away the make up artist before she could even finish her work. That man was totally crazy. Definitely not how you imagined the actor playing Castiel to be. Not that you even had imagined your lives being a TV show. No, never.

“If-if there is a key, then -then there must be-” Sam said, making weird motions with his hands.

“CUT!” the director, Robert you had found out his name was, shouted exasperated.

“What the hell is wrong with you guys today?!” he asked with a groan and Sam and Dean remained silent, not saying a single thing.

“Yeah, really. I thought you were pretending and all, but guys this is crazy even for me.” Misha said and sighed “You haven’t gotten even one scene right. What’s wrong anyway?” he added, frowning.

Dean and Sam looked at each other, eyes almost wide. Just like yours. The laugh had faded away and the smile vanished from your face. You had to come up with something really quick. Something. Anything to clear out any suspicions and break the way-too-awkward silence.

A beeping sound was heard and then a sigh. Robert spoke up.

“Doesn’t matter, anyway.” he said “That’s it for today guys. Shooting’s over.” he shouted to everybody else and sighs of relief could be heard all around, along with some “Finally"s.

Robert came up to you and put a hand on your shoulder "You better get those two to get some rest (Y/n). I don’t know what’s gotten into them today but I certainly don’t like it. So, please, make sure that they relax and do whatever needed to get them back in action. Please” he said and you gave him a small smile.

“Don’t worry, Bob. I’m sure it’s going to over by tomorrow” you said and he nodded with a sigh.

You started making your way towards Sam and Dean before Bob’s voice stopped you “Oh (Y/n)” you turned to look at him “Genevieve said they’ll be here in a while.” he said and you frowned. You did not understand what he meant, or who Genevieve even was, but nodded nonetheless. Faking a small smile. You turned and walked towards Dean and Sam.

“What did he say?” Sam asked referring to yours and Bob’s previous conversation.

“He asked for me to sort-of keep an eye on you two. He didn’t seem to be suspecting anything, so that’s good. But we’d better just get going” you said and Dean nodded immediately.

“Yeah, I totally agree with that one. Let’s get outta here. Now!” he said and immediately made his way out of the set. You and Sam quickly following suit.

“What, didn’t you enjoy it?” you asked sarcastically and he just glared at you.

“It’s not as enjoyable as it seems” he grumbled and Sam quickly added a “Yeah”

“It did take your mind off of things, though. Hm?” you mumbled slowly and he looked at you. A blank, tired-looking expression on his face.

He let out a sigh, looking down as you walked and then back at you, a small smile forming on his lips “Yeah, yeah it did”

You smiled softly at him and he looked at you with the same gaze.

“I’m glad then” you mumbled, brushing a hand on his arm. You locked eyes for a while, just gazing at each other. Forgetting about everything and everyone.

“Uhm guys?” Sam’s voice broke your staring and you Dean quickly broke eye contact, realizing how weird that must have seemed.

Dean looked at Sam who had a bewildered look on his face. Though it was not about what had just happened between you and Dean.

He was looking at something else.

action movie story structure: mad max edition

Mad Max: Fury Road is a huge, non-stop, deliberately over-the-top action bonanza. But one of the reasons it works so well is that it’s built on an exceedingly simple and perfectly structured storytelling frame. It’s like a screenwriting master class for action storytellers.

Although the action is near-constant, it’s broken down into six distinct set pieces, in a movie that’s very clearly structured into eight sequences. Each discrete piece of action plays a very clear role in not only advancing the plot, but advancing the characters’ relationships to each other. Using the three-act, eight-sequence structure of a standard screenplay, you can describe them as follows:

FIRST ACT

Sequence 1: Max’s introduction, capture, and failed escape attempt

Sequence 2: Furiosa’s introduction and the chase into the sandstorm

SECOND ACT

Sequence 3: Max and Furiosa’s meeting, fight, and detente in the truck as they approach the canyon

Sequence 4: The Rock Riders’ attack and the chase with Joe in which Angharad gets killed

Sequence 5: The Bullet Farmer’s nighttime attack

Sequence 6: Meeting the Vuvalini (which is not really an action sequence, but important to the plot), up until the point when Max separates from the group

THIRD ACT:

Sequence 7/8: The third act is a single giant piece of action: deciding to capture the Citadel and the huge road battle that ensues. It’s about 20 minutes of constant action, with a five-minute coda back at the Citadel. It’s divided almost exactly in half by the moment when Furiosa gets stabbed.

If you watch the timecode, you’ll see that the movie breaks down almost perfectly into a 30-minute first act, an hour-long second act and a 25-minute third act. (Like a lot of movies, it’s a little front-heavy, because we have more patience at the beginning of a film. By the end we just want to be zipping along.)

What can we observe about each of these sequences? In the first sequence, we see Max alone. Furiosa is also alone in her own way in her introductory sequence–she’s driving with a team of War Boys, who will fight and die for her, but we know from early on in the sequence that she’s already betrayed them.

Max and Furiosa first see each other in the middle of the sandstorm chase, but they don’t interact until the beginning of the second act. They start off trying to kill each other, but within a few minutes of screen time, they find themselves teaming up–and they are clearly awesome together. Max goes from pointing a gun at Furiosa to loading one and handing it up to her as she shoots out of the top of the truck. By the time we reach the midpoint of the movie, which happens right after Angharad’s death, Max and Furiosa are a team.

(One of my favorite aspects of this sequence is that Max and Furiosa never stop to have a conversation about this dramatic reversal. It just happens. The moment when they should be metaphorically or literally high-fiving about their badass teamwork is undercut by Angharad’s death. They’re united in a very different way, in grief and guilt.)

In the next sequence, when the Bullet Farmer attacks the rig at night, we see Max not just teaming up with Furiosa in the heat of battle, but proactively going off to do some violence (blowing up the Bullet Farmer’s vehicle) in order to protect the crew on the War Rig. I think it’s clear from Furiosa’s reactions when he comes back splattered in blood that she’s aware this has a psychological cost for him, even if it’s necessary to ensure their survival. She also catches herself implicitly admitting that she cares about his fate when she asks what they should do if he isn’t back by the time the engines are cool.

Meanwhile, the third warrior character, Nux, has been on his own journey. Nux starts off in opposition to both Max and Furiosa, and in the first half of the second act, he’s still trying to kill Furiosa. But after failing multiple times, and watching Angharad get killed, he has a crisis of faith. Capable finding him in the back of the rig, and offering him kindness instead of violence is enough to bring him to their side. In the third sequence of the second act, he joins their team permanently. He also starts out with a gun being pointed at him, but at the most dangerous moment in the Bullet Farmer’s attack, Max, Furiosa and Nux are all working together to move the rig out of the mud, with Nux behind the wheel.

The fourth sequence of the second act is really the only extended breather from the madcap action, but we get important story developments. We learn the most we’re ever going to learn about Furiosa’s backstory. And we meet the Vuvalini, who are both the last survivors of the matriarchal society from which Furiosa was stolen as a child, and the last component of what will become her army in the third act. We also learn that the Green Place is no more, and Furiosa’s original plan cannot succeed.

The second act can also be seen as a continuous process of more characters joining Furiosa’s mission, with one major development each sequence. Furiosa and the Wives are on the mission together in the first sequence, Max fully joins them in the second, Nux in the third, and the Vuvalini in the fourth.

After bringing all these characters together, the end of the second act gives Max a chance to separate from the group again. He instinctively takes it because running away is what he does. For the first time since the beginning of the movie, Max is alone (in a shot with him center-framed against the desert with his back to us that echoes his introduction in the beginning of the film). 

But once he’s alone, Max realizes that he’s made the wrong choice. The guy who’s always running away from everyone realizes that running away is not the solution–both for him, and for the rest of the characters currently biking across the salt flats. After being unwillingly thrown together with them at the beginning of the movie, he voluntarily chooses to rejoin them and convinces them to turn around and capture the Citadel together. He does it not just because he cares about their fate at this point, but because he realizes he himself needs to be with them for his own emotional healing. This is a key moment for Max, in that he chooses collective resistance and solidarity over individual survival, which was his goal throughout most of the beginning of the film.

(Many action movies follow a pattern in which the protagonists are reactively responding to the antagonist’s attacks for the first two acts of the movie, and then turn around and face the antagonist in a proactive, consciously chosen fight in the third act. Fury Road literalizes this structure by having the characters literally turn around and go back to the place they came from, which also happens to be the villain’s lair.)

By the third act of the movie, all these characters are united as a team, and can do the climactic action working together, at their highest degree of unity. The internal conflicts between them have been resolved, and the focus is on the external conflict with Joe, which is as it should be during the third act of a movie. Two characters who started out fighting Furiosa–Max and Nux–both do some pretty important things to contribute to the success of her mission. Nux, whose journey is about his ideological break with Joe’s world, switching sides and using his martyrdom impulse for heroic instead of destructive ends, sacrifices his life to ensure the team’s escape. Max, whose story is about re-learning human connection, ends the sequence with both a literal blood connection and a deep emotional connection to a person he started the story trying to kill.

Most people who go to see a blockbuster movie haven’t studied screenwriting. But we’ve all watched a lot of movies, and I think we often have an instinctive sense of when the structure feels satisfying, because the right things are happening at the right time to move the story forward, versus when something feels off. The fact that Fury Road is perfectly structured is part of what gives it its momentum and makes it feel so emotionally compelling. Because the writers knew how to use the structure to their advantage, characters are able to go on huge, life-changing emotional journeys over the course of the movie in a way that feels so natural you almost don’t realize it’s happening in the midst of all the action–but it is, and it’s enormously satisfying. That’s great storytelling.

     — HAVEN SENTENCE STARTERS

  • “Okay, what am I going to do? Pull out another gun?”
  • “And… meteor showers are better naked.”
  • “Okay, you know what, I admit it. This weird stuff, it kind of does turn me on.”
  • “Want to be a local? Helps to look like one.”
  • “It all started when I was 5 years old. My unicorn got run over by a tractor. “
  • “I think it’s very sweet you still say ‘making out’.”
  • “You were just talking about werewolves a few seconds ago, but witches are out of bound?”
  • “There was winkage.”
  • “So, what? You’re gonna chop her head off with a hatchet? “
  • “Do you have a favorite nut?”
  • “It’s in my supernatural shadow guide. It says, hold on. Yep we’re screwed.”
  • “Are you crying? ‘Cause crying will not be tolerated.”
  • “I’m off like a dirty shirt.”
  • “Champagne for my real friends. Real pain for my sham friends.”
  • “I remember you really liked the Pet Shop Boys.”
  • “Ah, screw it. Normally I’d try to act all manly, but, yeah, I’m terrified. Why do you ask?”
  • “What are you thinkin’, did I use my magic wand or maybe my tricorder?”
  • “Too many cops in one room.”
  • “Why would I need a plan? I’ve got you.”
  • “Hey, no judgements. He’s a handsome guy.”
  • “Okay, so who’d you piss off this time?”
  • “I’m secretly afraid of bananas, I don’t like surfing naked, and deep down in my heart I know that bigfoot is real.”
  • “Hey, I know a person who does green cards.”
  • “You have always been so good to me.”
  • “I’d shake your hand, but I’m pretty much dying.”
  • “This doesn’t have to get ugly. I walk out of here, it’s over.”
  • “So what do you think? Clones? Ghosts? Zombies are trendy.”
  • “Maybe when you get here you can explain to me why I’m in a Santa costume.”
  • “What a waste of a good cooler.”
  • “It is not your fate to be executed for something you didn’t do.”
  • “I’m secretly afraid of bananas.”
  • “The guy threw a manhole cover at me, okay? I’m just sayin’.”
  • “You and I are nothing alike. I care about people.”
  • “You have to make a choice. Destroy us all, or save yourself.”
  • “This whole thing would work a lot better if I wasn’t the only one who could see it.”
  • “Merry Christmas. You know, I’m flexible this year — naughty and nice.”
  • “This is not helping! Will you please stop acting like a lovesick child?”
  • “I gotta tell you, if I were gonna have to live multiple lives, I would have picked someplace more exotic, you know? Warmer climate- Bali, Costa Rica, Hong Kong.”
  • “I was trying to protect you.”
  • “How is it that I call you guys, and I end up spending the night in jail?”
  • “He could be on the other side of that door and all I can think about is, I should have worn my other pants.”
  • “If you can’t win at the game, you change the game.”
  • “If you, or someone else, comes at me in a way that I don’t like, I’ll rip them apart.”
  • “No, look, I kept a low profile, okay? I know the rules.”
  • “What I wanna know is where are my client’s crayons? Where are my client’s video games? Where is my client’s call with Justin Bieber? You got rights, kid.”
  • “I’m not gonna let this be our last night. I’m not giving up.”
  • “If I was gonna ditch you, I would’ve done it before I had to flash that orderly my boobs.”
  • “If it makes you feel better, I—I never thought you had any authority.”
4/4 Hurt

Requested: Yes or No

Anonymous: can you write a 4/4 where you guys are in a fight and he accidentally hits you?

A/N This is a warning for violence and if you are suffering from abuse or anything please talk to me

Calum:

“Why can’t I spend more than 5 minutes with you anymore?!” i yell at Calum feeling tears well up in my eyes. “Why can’t you stop being a bitch for more than 5 minutes?!” he yells back stepping closer than before. This has been going on for awhile, us fighting, me balling my eyes to sleep and him coming back the next day hung over from Luke’s or Michael’s house.

I wanted to scream until my lungs hurt and would burst while my eyes made a waterfall down my chin soaking my shirt. “ Why can’t you love me like you use to?” I wanted to scram but it came out a hiccup whisper. That’s what set him off.

He grabs my throat in his bare hands forcefully pushing me against the wall “ How could you not think I don’t love you?! If i didn’t you would be on the streets with no family since you left them for me.” He spits as i gasp slapping his hand to get air.  “Pl-ease” i cry “let g-go” i wease out “Yo-u’re hu-rti-ng m-me.”

He gasp, the clouds in his eyes now gone and is now filled with sadness and disappointment. He lets go and runs a hand though his hair as i catch my breath rubbing my throat. As I realized am free I take a chance to run up the stairs but is stopped by his hand on my wrist, “please don’t leave me, it was a mistake” he cry's “what part; calling em a bitch, saying i have no one or physically hurting me?” i whisper not trusting my voice to go how while i am crying and from being blocked by air for more than 10 seconds.

“All of it, you know I would never hurt you.” he begs and crys harder. “Well it looks like you just did.” i say getting out of his grasp running up the stairs and locking the bedroom door sliding down pushing my knees to my chest crying harder when I hear him punch a wall making the apartment vibrate.

Luke:

“Why are you always with her?” I whisper yell not wanting to wake my prince upstairs. “When will you stop complaining?’ he spits back venom in his voice not caring to wake up he’s son who was only 3 weeks old and  barely got to see his own dad.

“When I know why you’re always with her!” I cry rubbing my eyes so he can’t see me cry, which fails. “why do you always cry? i want a getaway from here, is that so bad?” he yells “ will you just stop yelling? i don’t want to wake up Jasper”. 

“you’re not my mom y/n, I can do whatever i want.” he says with hes dark blue eyes which are suppose to be a sky blue filled with happiness. “I never said i was and actually if you just want a getaway from us, then at least tell me so i know to pack mine and Jasper’s things to get out of your hair” I cry not caring anymore.

 “Not like you love us anymore anyways, you clearly don’t show it with hanging with her probably cheating, getting drunk all the time, coming home at 6 in the morning then leaving an hour later. you never talk to me, never hang or take care of Jas.” “I thought when the man stayed while his girlfriend was pregnant, that meant he was there to care of them both not have lame excuses to ‘getaway’.” 

He smacked me. The love of my life laid a hand on me, something he promised never to do. “y/n..” he whispers realizing what he just did. “No stop” I say waving my hand telling him not to come closer “you’ve done enough, i’m leaving after I pack my things along with jasper’s and then you’ll have this place to yourself with her. just please don’t touch or call or text me ever again.” i whisper and cry as i hear a cry coming upstairs. “Goodbye Luke” I walked up the stairs closing the door to Jasper’s room leaving Luke to himself downstairs.

Michael:

I laid on the couch, once again waiting for Michael’s arrival from a night out with the boys. I look through twitter seeing pictures of him and the boys and smiling at his smile. It drops when I see a picture of him with another girl wrapped up in each other. I close out the app after typing out a tweet saying “Liar”.

I put my phone on the coffee table and paying attention to my favorite show _Friends. _I smile and giggle but it quickly stops when I hear keys jiggly and the front door to our apartment opens. I shut my eyes acting like I was sleeping. I hear footsteps go to our room then quickly come out walking to the living room and stopping when he stops me.

He walks over shutting the tv off and moving pieces of my hair out of my face leaning down kissing my cheek, like he always. I lightly stir at the action and he stops for a few seconds before picking me up and walking to our room, laying me down on the bed and walking to our closet to change his clothes into a new clean pair of boxers. He lays down and wraps an arm around my waist, which i immediately move and i curse as he now knows I am not asleep.

“So which one of us is the liar?” he grumbles sitting up and turning on the lamp beside him. I sigh and close my eyes “can you stop, I don’t want to deal with this right now.” I say and rub my eyes. “When can you tell me what i did wrong this time?” “Michael stop” i sigh pulling my bangs behind my ear. “No tell me” he eggs on and i groan “ The pictures” “what pictures?” “of you and her”.

“Are you accusing me of cheating?” he yells standing up now “ honestly, yes because when you see your boyfriend hugging another girl with his face almost devouring her breasts. so yes I am and-” i get cut off by a smack to my face. I close my eyes and open them letting tears fall down my face “did you just hit me?” i cry and look at him, who has a shock face looking between me and his hand. “DID YOU JUST HIT ME?” i repeat full on crying now with hiccups here and there.

“I didn’t mean it, is wear baby” “you don’t have a right to call me that after what you just did.” i whisper “ goodbye Michael, i’ll be back to get my things whenever.” i say walking out the bedroom grabbing some shoes, my keys and walking out the door leaving my heart in there with the one person I didn’t knwo anymore.

Ashton:

Originally posted by staliagarbage

We yelled and screamed till our lungs and chest hurt. We called each other names and moved closer to each other probably waking the neighborhood. We fought, like normal couples and had hot make up sex right after, but that wasn’t the case tonight. We would not be having sex, we would not make up tonight or maybe any night at all.

He did the one thing he promised not to do, he hit me. We promised to each other that none of us would ever get physical but he did. I don’t think I’ve ever cried in my life this hard before. Th love of my life had broken yet another promise he said he would keep.

I grab my cheek looking at him and seeing the tears cloud his eyes “ y/n baby i am so sorry-” i laughed and continued crying “ no you’re not, cause if you were, you wouldn’t have done what you juts did and break another one of your stupid promises.” I cry harder. “ I didn’t mean to y/n please believe it was just a reaction” he pleads “I can’t” i say backing up towards the door grabbing my keys and phone.

“i’ll be back tomorrow for my things.” i say shutting the door.

“I love you.” he whispers at the same time i close the door and finally lets the tears and sobs out.

A/N Not that it took me almost two hours to think and write lol but I hoped you enjoyed this and if you want another part, just message or inbox me and remember to please talk to someone if you are getting abused or have seen abused.

Mark Is Acting Weird (6/7)

Author’s Note: OMG! ALMOST DONE WITH THE SERIES :0 I take back what I said in the last author’s note. I made a few changes to this part before posting it, so THIS PART is my favorite part. I really hope you all enjoy it. I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes!

Word Count: 699

Genre: Fluff-ish/Angst-ish

(part 1) / (part 2) / (part 3) / (part 4) / (part 5) / (part 7)

Originally posted by yugyeom


·         You get a text from Jackson, telling you he was on his way.

·         After about 20 minutes you get another text saying, “like 2 seconds away from getting to your door”.  You opened the door just as Jackson was about to stand in front of it. He had a really serious vibe about him and he swiftly brought himself into your apartment.

·         He quickly turned to you and brought you to the couch. He explained to you how Mark had been doing the past few days and lectured you that you really needed to hear him out. Despite what he’s done, you both need closure to get past this. Whether you decide to take him back or not, you both need some type of closure

·         Even though you didn’t want this to be the case, you knew Jackson was right. You agreed that he had a point and said you would talk to Mark whenever he has the time.

·         Jackson stood up, opened the front door and called for Mark.

·         Mark was at the door and he looked into the apartment nervously. When he walked in, the whole room became filled with awkward and guilt. Mark wasn’t giving any eye contact out of shame and you are eyeballing him out of curiosity and anger.

·         You didn’t realize how angry you were until you saw him.

·         Sensing all this tension, Jackson excuses himself from the living room and says he’s just going to be in the kitchen. He isn’t going to leave just in case something happens

·         Eventually, Mark looks to you and makes eye contact. He breaks the silence by apologizing to you. He starts off by saying that what he did was completely out of line. You in no way deserved to be treated the way he had been treating you. He mentioned that you were not the cause as to why he was acting so horribly toward you. He said how much you mean to him and how amazing of a person and a girlfriend you are. He mentions all the times you’ve been there for him despite his hectic schedule, all the things that you do for him because you knew he was tired, and how despite everything you had continued to love him He said that he himself was the reason he was being such a horrible person. That you shouldn’t blame yourself for anything.

·         At this point he has tears in his eyes and now you do too.

·         He sees you starting to cry and he moves over to you and grabs ahold of both your hands.

·         While maintaining eye contact, he asked you if you’d ever forgive him for being so distant, for having been so disrespectful towards you, for embarrassing you in front of the other members, and for making you feels so bad. He told you he still loves you so much and that if you ever in a million years take him back, he will be 100% honest and open with you and would never treat you like this ever again.

·         You stay quiet for a long time to digest his apology. You analyzed him to see how genuine he was being. From what you can tell, he is honestly sorry for how he acted. You told him the it would take some time to let go of all this drama. However, you said you didn’t know if you would be able to take him back. You explained that you still love him, but a lot of how he treated you lately was verbal abuse. You didn’t want to be in that type of relationship. You don’t want to be walked on like that by someone that you love, by someone that is supposed to love you back. You were tired of being taken for granted and disrespected.

·         He completely understands what you tell him, but he says that there is something else that he has to tell you, the reason he’s been acting like this in the first place

·         He says, “You might be able forgive me for how I was acting, but I hope you can stand me long enough to explain why I’ve been acting like this.”

(END OF PART 6)

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I’m sorry if its not that great. As I mentioned before I’m not much of a writer. This is something that I just wanted to get out of my head.

Tomorrow I will be posting the final part!

calivintage  asked:

can you give us a rundown of your current favorite hair care products? i'm on a kick and i need your recommendations to help me justify a few more purchases!

i’m pretty low-maintenance but because i have thick, curly hair, i’m all about keeping my strands super moisturized; a majority of the products i use have conditioning properties. i also air-dry whenever possible and get ends trimmed 2-3x annually at devachan.

  1. moroccanoil intense curl cream + curl defining cream (full review coming soon!). the names of these products seem redundant but i like to mix them together; the first acts like a leave-in conditioner and the second is more of a styler without any crunchy residue.
  2. miss jessie’s pillow soft curls. this stuff smells like a dryer sheet, which is surprisingly refreshing. it is also lightweight on hair and not goopy. when i’m traveling and prefer using one product to two, i use this one instead of the aforementioned combination.
  3. a wide-toothed comb. argan oil infused into the teeth make it an a+ choice.
  4. sachajuan intensive repair shampoo + conditioner. definitely a splurge but i’m a new fan of this indie brand’s concentrated formula and its delicate, fresh scent. i alternate between this duo and neutrogena anti-residue shampoo.
quick This Is Acting thoughts

ok so ive listened to Sia’s new album a few times now and its a good album but its no 1000 forms of fear tbh but there are some really really good songs

her vocals in One Million Bullets killed me and brought my back to life i love love love that song

bird set free is amazing but weve all heard that one already next

alive is good …. anyways..

MOVE YOUR BODY IS SO SOSO OSOSOO GOOD!!! she sounds just like shakira i love it you can tell right away thats who she wrote it for i just wanna dance

unstoppable is a good lil song wish it was more of an anthem tho

my choice for second single would probably be cheap thrills im loving this song i can hear it on the radio 

REAPER!!!! my second favorite song on the album everything about this song is perfect its a bop

House on Fire, footprints, sweet design (wtf is this song), broken glass (this one is ok i guess) can all be skipped tbh this part of the album kinda drags nothing special until……

Space Between (!!!).. the closer on the album and its absolutely beautiful and the perfect song to end the album on im so relieved she saved one of the best for last because the later half of the album was really meh 

Favorite tracks - One Million Bullets, Reaper, Move your Body, Bird Set Free, Cheap Thrills, Space Between

I knew she wasnt going to top 1000 forms of fear with this album especially because these songs are rejects from other artists but with that being said the songs that are really good are REALLY good 

still dont understand why my arena (song that leaked a few weeks ago) isnt on this album cause it would prob be my favorite and even light headed should have made it .. but maybe shes saving those for her next album of songs she wrote for herself (hopefully) 

Bad Reputation (Michael Series)

(A/N): This is the second part, please enjoy and reblog if you would like me to continue. I already have up to part 6 written out but if you guys arent interested then I dont wanna waste time posting it. I love  ya! - Em x

All Parts

Chapter Two

Violet had the upper hand since the day she left him in the parking lot, at a loss for words. But much to her dismay, he avoided eye contact. She was slightly worried that she had upset him in some way. Perhaps he thought she was mocking him, or making fun of him. The truth was, Violet was the one with the school girl crush. She was just as guilty as he was.

Maybe his cocky attitude was a defensive mechanism, a way of hiding his true insecurity.

Her anxiety lifted, as his familiar voice floated into her ear, through the silence of the library.

“I thought I might find you here” he purred.

Violet turned her head, smiling warmly at him. Her welcoming aura allowed his tensed up shoulders to relax.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you yesterday, I was only playing.” she explained.

“No, no, I got it. Well played.” he laughed weakly, followed by a few seconds of awkward silence.

“I uh, I brought this for you.” he stuttered, before pulling out his copy of The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway. “Its, uh, my favorite, and I thought you would like it too if you want to borrow it.”

He had dropped his cocky act. His dark and mysterious facade had disappeared, and a nervous, intelligent teeanger boy was emerging, one that Violet found endearing.

“Thanks” she beamed up at him, pleasantly surprised.

A librarian hissed at the pair, signaling for the two of them to stop talking, with her finger pressed against her wrinkled lips.

He caught himself staring at her, and realized that he was letting his boyish personality show through. He cleared his throat, attempting to phase back into his act.

“Anyways, uh, I have places to be, but I’m certain I’ll see you around.”  

And with that, his back was turned and he walked swiftly out the door. His pace hurried.

Violet smiled, amused that she had caused him to open up, even if it was for a moment, to let down the walls he built to hide his insecurity. She knew there was more to him, and she had managed to excavate it with ease, yet she didn’t even know his name.  

Violet’s engine sputtered to a start. It was November now, and the frost was starting to blanket the hood of her car. With blue fingers, she turned the heat all the way up, wrapping her fur lined army jacket tighter around her body to shield herself from the cold.

Eager to climb in bed, curl up with your dog, and turn on Criminal Minds, she sped out of the student parking lot and down the road that stretched across the front of your school.

Not a minute passed before she saw a grey speck bobbing up and down, walking with definite purpose.

“It was 22 Degrees Fahrenheit, and some kid without a scarf or gloves was planning on walking god knows how long to get home?” she scoffed to herself.

As she approached him, she recognized cherry red wisps creeping out of the side of the taupe beanie. Violet pulled the car over, and slowed to a stop. Her exhaust pipe coughing out thick black smoke, in protest.

He turned his head, his eyes meeting her’s, and her heart sunk in her chest. His eyes were red, and puffy. His lips, chapped from the cold, and his nose bright pink, from wiping away drips of snot. He sniffled, and attempted to look tougher than he was. He had been crying.

“Get in.”  

“Mum says not to talk to strangers.” he joked weakly.

“Come on, this is no time for jokes, just get in the car, its freezing.” Violet pleaded.

He nodded, climbing gratefully into the passenger seat, soaking up the warm air from the heater. Once he defrosted a bit, he sniffled before mumbling a thank you, in a voice that was barely audible.

“Why are you walking its freezing out there?”

“Dunno…”

“Don’t you have a car?”

“No money.”

“Well where are you going?”

“No idea.” he muttered.

After a minute of silence, she turned to him, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Michael.”

“Violet.”

“Well, its a pleasure to meet you.” he chuckled.

Tears that were welling up in the corner of his eyes trickled down before he quickly brushed them away with the sleeve of his sweater. He scoffed as his actions.

“Don’t be embarrassed. If you want to tal-”

“And why the hell would I want to do that?” he cut her off.

“I was only trying…” she muttered under her breath.

“Listen, I don’t need your sympathy, or anyones.  Why would I want to look like the biggest pussy in the world in front of the only girl in the school I want to like me?” he snapped.

A minute of silence passed.

“I’m sorry,” he choked, “ You can drop me off here.” he gestured to the side of a stretch of road.

“Michael, I’m not leaving you here. I get that you want to be all tough and intense, but talking to me won’t make me think less of you. What happened?” Violet sympathized. It was then she noticed a pinprick of blood dripping from his nose, creeping closer and closer to the dip in his pale lips.

And in a blink of an eye he was gone, his trainers hitting a new square of pavement with each stride. As he turned the curb, she noticed the side of his face donned a fresh bruise, already starting to deepen in its harsh hues. A spectrum of dizzying shades, each tainted with rage.

He actively avoided her the following week, taking different routes to his classes, determined not to engage in eye contact. So when she turned the final page of his Ernest Hemingway novel, Violet had no idea what to do. It was apparent he treasured this particular collection of text, recognizing the wrinkles in its yellow pages as a particular type of fondness. She decided she would return the novel, and leave him be for the rest of the semester.

The cracked spine rubbed regretfully against her palm the next morning. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was losing something. That the last connection the two of them shared, would soon be broken. Of course, Violet reflected, the book was nothing but a mere sentiment of the odd banter the two of them had once shared.

She spotted him at the opposite side of the hallway, rummaging around in his locker. But as she approached, her stomach turned with anxiety. The roof of her mouth grew dry followed by a sizable lump forming in the pit of her throat.

Violet sped up her pace, desperate to close the gap between the two of them. A bulky fist was thrusted into Michael’s gut, undoubtedly knocking the wind from his shallow lungs. His spine curved forward, his stomach retracting, as feeble coughs sputtered out his trembling lips. For some reason, she felt that if she could just GET to him, it would all be fine.

As she approached, Violet was rational, she was calm, she  had the entire situation under control….or so she had thought. Her plan to be authoritative and responsible, was shattered by the adrenal burning through her veins. Before she could open her mouth to speak, two manicured hands were flat against the attackers heaving chest, pushing back with a force Violet did not know she was capable of mustering.

She caught him off guard, causing him to stumble back a couple of feet, allowing her to slide into the space separating him from Michael. She had absolutely no idea where this rage was coming from, but with each passing second, it continued to grow. Michael was in complete and utter shock. His mouth  hung open, as his eyes scanned the scene. He was disoriented. He was embarrassed. But most of all, he was grateful.

All dialogue between Violet and the meathead fuck boy she was ready to jump, was drowned out of her memory. Empty threats were flung across the now crowded hallway, and echoed off lockers, left open by spectators who became distracted by the scene.

No one dared to interrupt until the absolute asshat had the audacity to step dangerously close to her, puffing his chest out as he backed her, step by step, against a wall. All of a sudden, Violet felt very, very small. She kept telling yourself he wouldn’t dare hit a girl, but as he continued to advanced, she became less and less confident in that theory.

This lasted a few seconds, though from her perspective it felt like an hour. Before he could take another step forward, Michael flew from the lockers behind them, clocking him with blunt force across the face. The once gruff voice, wailed in a high pitched scream as blood began to stream from his nose, which was now badly disfigured, and undoubtedly broken.

He didn’t have time to react however, because Michael’s knee was in his gut, knocking his ribs, again, and again, and again, until Violet grabbed his shoulder to cease his frenzy.

“Mike…Michael! Mike! Thats enough!”

Michael hesitated for a moment.

“Michael come on, we need to leave. Now.” she grabbed his wrist and drug him down the halls out to the student parking lot. Completely unbothered by the fact the day wasn’t even half way over yet.

Her  mind was racing, and her eyes never lost focus from the path in front of them. She tried to wrap her head around the reality of what happened. She tried to piece together the frantic string of events. One moment Michael was cowering in the corner, defenseless, and battered, and the next he was beating the absolute piss out of the prick.

‘What had changed in those brief moments?’ she wondered, “What had set him off?”

Chapter Two

Violet had the upper hand since the day she left him in the parking lot, at a loss for words. But much to her dismay, he avoided eye contact. She was slightly worried that she had upset him in some way. Perhaps he thought she was mocking him, or making fun of him. The truth was, Violet was the one with the school girl crush. She was just as guilty as he was.

Maybe his cocky attitude was a defensive mechanism, a way of hiding his true insecurity.

Her anxiety lifted, as his familiar voice floated into her ear, through the silence of the library.

“I thought I might find you here” he purred.

Violet turned her head, smiling warmly at him. Her welcoming aura allowed his tensed up shoulders to relax.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you yesterday, I was only playing.” she explained.

“No, no, I got it. Well played.” he laughed weakly, followed by a few seconds of awkward silence.

“I uh, I brought this for you.” he stuttered, before pulling out his copy of The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway. “Its, uh, my favorite, and I thought you would like it too if you want to borrow it.”

He had dropped his cocky act. His dark and mysterious facade had disappeared, and a nervous, intelligent teeanger boy was emerging, one that Violet found endearing.

“Thanks” she beamed up at him, pleasantly surprised.

A librarian hissed at the pair, signaling for the two of them to stop talking, with her finger pressed against her wrinkled lips.

He caught himself staring at her, and realized that he was letting his boyish personality show through. He cleared his throat, attempting to phase back into his act.

“Anyways, uh, I have places to be, but I’m certain I’ll see you around.”  

And with that, his back was turned and he walked swiftly out the door. His pace hurried.

Violet smiled, amused that she had caused him to open up, even if it was for a moment, to let down the walls he built to hide his insecurity. She knew there was more to him, and she had managed to excavate it with ease, yet she didn’t even know his name.  

Violet’s engine sputtered to a start. It was November now, and the frost was starting to blanket the hood of her car. With blue fingers, she turned the heat all the way up, wrapping her fur lined army jacket tighter around her body to shield herself from the cold.

Eager to climb in bed, curl up with your dog, and turn on Criminal Minds, she sped out of the student parking lot and down the road that stretched across the front of your school.

Not a minute passed before she saw a grey speck bobbing up and down, walking with definite purpose.

“It was 22 Degrees Fahrenheit, and some kid without a scarf or gloves was planning on walking god knows how long to get home?” she scoffed to herself.

As she approached him, she recognized cherry red wisps creeping out of the side of the taupe beanie. Violet pulled the car over, and slowed to a stop. Her exhaust pipe coughing out thick black smoke, in protest.

He turned his head, his eyes meeting her’s, and her heart sunk in her chest. His eyes were red, and puffy. His lips, chapped from the cold, and his nose bright pink, from wiping away drips of snot. He sniffled, and attempted to look tougher than he was. He had been crying.

“Get in.”  

“Mum says not to talk to strangers.” he joked weakly.

“Come on, this is no time for jokes, just get in the car, its freezing.” Violet pleaded.

He nodded, climbing gratefully into the passenger seat, soaking up the warm air from the heater. Once he defrosted a bit, he sniffled before mumbling a thank you, in a voice that was barely audible.

“Why are you walking its freezing out there?”

“Dunno…”

“Don’t you have a car?”

“No money.”

“Well where are you going?”

“No idea.” he muttered.

After a minute of silence, she turned to him, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Michael.”

“Violet.”

“Well, its a pleasure to meet you.” he chuckled.

Tears that were welling up in the corner of his eyes trickled down before he quickly brushed them away with the sleeve of his sweater. He scoffed as his actions.

“Don’t be embarrassed. If you want to tal-”

“And why the hell would I want to do that?” he cut her off.

“I was only trying…” she muttered under her breath.

“Listen, I don’t need your sympathy, or anyones.  Why would I want to look like the biggest pussy in the world in front of the only girl in the school I want to like me?” he snapped.

A minute of silence passed.

“I’m sorry,” he choked, “ You can drop me off here.” he gestured to the side of a stretch of road.

“Michael, I’m not leaving you here. I get that you want to be all tough and intense, but talking to me won’t make me think less of you. What happened?” Violet sympathized. It was then she noticed a pinprick of blood dripping from his nose, creeping closer and closer to the dip in his pale lips.

And in a blink of an eye he was gone, his trainers hitting a new square of pavement with each stride. As he turned the curb, she noticed the side of his face donned a fresh bruise, already starting to deepen in its harsh hues. A spectrum of dizzying shades, each tainted with rage.

He actively avoided her the following week, taking different routes to his classes, determined not to engage in eye contact. So when she turned the final page of his Ernest Hemingway novel, Violet had no idea what to do. It was apparent he treasured this particular collection of text, recognizing the wrinkles in its yellow pages as a particular type of fondness. She decided she would return the novel, and leave him be for the rest of the semester.

The cracked spine rubbed regretfully against her palm the next morning. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was losing something. That the last connection the two of them shared, would soon be broken. Of course, Violet reflected, the book was nothing but a mere sentiment of the odd banter the two of them had once shared.

She spotted him at the opposite side of the hallway, rummaging around in his locker. But as she approached, her stomach turned with anxiety. The roof of her mouth grew dry followed by a sizable lump forming in the pit of her throat.

Violet sped up her pace, desperate to close the gap between the two of them. A bulky fist was thrusted into Michael’s gut, undoubtedly knocking the wind from his shallow lungs. His spine curved forward, his stomach retracting, as feeble coughs sputtered out his trembling lips. For some reason, she felt that if she could just GET to him, it would all be fine.

As she approached, Violet was rational, she was calm, she  had the entire situation under control….or so she had thought. Her plan to be authoritative and responsible, was shattered by the adrenal burning through her veins. Before she could open her mouth to speak, two manicured hands were flat against the attackers heaving chest, pushing back with a force Violet did not know she was capable of mustering.

She caught him off guard, causing him to stumble back a couple of feet, allowing her to slide into the space separating him from Michael. She had absolutely no idea where this rage was coming from, but with each passing second, it continued to grow. Michael was in complete and utter shock. His mouth  hung open, as his eyes scanned the scene. He was disoriented. He was embarrassed. But most of all, he was grateful.

All dialogue between Violet and the meathead fuck boy she was ready to jump, was drowned out of her memory. Empty threats were flung across the now crowded hallway, and echoed off lockers, left open by spectators who became distracted by the scene.

No one dared to interrupt until the absolute asshat had the audacity to step dangerously close to her, puffing his chest out as he backed her, step by step, against a wall. All of a sudden, Violet felt very, very small. She kept telling yourself he wouldn’t dare hit a girl, but as he continued to advanced, she became less and less confident in that theory.

This lasted a few seconds, though from her perspective it felt like an hour. Before he could take another step forward, Michael flew from the lockers behind them, clocking him with blunt force across the face. The once gruff voice, wailed in a high pitched scream as blood began to stream from his nose, which was now badly disfigured, and undoubtedly broken.

He didn’t have time to react however, because Michael’s knee was in his gut, knocking his ribs, again, and again, and again, until Violet grabbed his shoulder to cease his frenzy.

“Mike…Michael! Mike! Thats enough!”

Michael hesitated for a moment.

“Michael come on, we need to leave. Now.” she grabbed his wrist and drug him down the halls out to the student parking lot. Completely unbothered by the fact the day wasn’t even half way over yet.

Her  mind was racing, and her eyes never lost focus from the path in front of them. She tried to wrap her head around the reality of what happened. She tried to piece together the frantic string of events. One moment Michael was cowering in the corner, defenseless, and battered, and the next he was beating the absolute piss out of the prick.

‘What had changed in those brief moments?’ she wondered, “What had set him off?”

Chapter Two

Violet had the upper hand since the day she left him in the parking lot, at a loss for words. But much to her dismay, he avoided eye contact. She was slightly worried that she had upset him in some way. Perhaps he thought she was mocking him, or making fun of him. The truth was, Violet was the one with the school girl crush. She was just as guilty as he was.

Maybe his cocky attitude was a defensive mechanism, a way of hiding his true insecurity.

Her anxiety lifted, as his familiar voice floated into her ear, through the silence of the library.

“I thought I might find you here” he purred.

Violet turned her head, smiling warmly at him. Her welcoming aura allowed his tensed up shoulders to relax.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you yesterday, I was only playing.” she explained.

“No, no, I got it. Well played.” he laughed weakly, followed by a few seconds of awkward silence.

“I uh, I brought this for you.” he stuttered, before pulling out his copy of The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway. “Its, uh, my favorite, and I thought you would like it too if you want to borrow it.”

He had dropped his cocky act. His dark and mysterious facade had disappeared, and a nervous, intelligent teeanger boy was emerging, one that Violet found endearing.

“Thanks” she beamed up at him, pleasantly surprised.

A librarian hissed at the pair, signaling for the two of them to stop talking, with her finger pressed against her wrinkled lips.

He caught himself staring at her, and realized that he was letting his boyish personality show through. He cleared his throat, attempting to phase back into his act.

“Anyways, uh, I have places to be, but I’m certain I’ll see you around.”  

And with that, his back was turned and he walked swiftly out the door. His pace hurried.

Violet smiled, amused that she had caused him to open up, even if it was for a moment, to let down the walls he built to hide his insecurity. She knew there was more to him, and she had managed to excavate it with ease, yet she didn’t even know his name.  

Violet’s engine sputtered to a start. It was November now, and the frost was starting to blanket the hood of her car. With blue fingers, she turned the heat all the way up, wrapping her fur lined army jacket tighter around her body to shield herself from the cold.

Eager to climb in bed, curl up with your dog, and turn on Criminal Minds, she sped out of the student parking lot and down the road that stretched across the front of your school.

Not a minute passed before she saw a grey speck bobbing up and down, walking with definite purpose.

“It was 22 Degrees Fahrenheit, and some kid without a scarf or gloves was planning on walking god knows how long to get home?” she scoffed to herself.

As she approached him, she recognized cherry red wisps creeping out of the side of the taupe beanie. Violet pulled the car over, and slowed to a stop. Her exhaust pipe coughing out thick black smoke, in protest.

He turned his head, his eyes meeting her’s, and her heart sunk in her chest. His eyes were red, and puffy. His lips, chapped from the cold, and his nose bright pink, from wiping away drips of snot. He sniffled, and attempted to look tougher than he was. He had been crying.

“Get in.”  

“Mum says not to talk to strangers.” he joked weakly.

“Come on, this is no time for jokes, just get in the car, its freezing.” Violet pleaded.

He nodded, climbing gratefully into the passenger seat, soaking up the warm air from the heater. Once he defrosted a bit, he sniffled before mumbling a thank you, in a voice that was barely audible.

“Why are you walking its freezing out there?”

“Dunno…”

“Don’t you have a car?”

“No money.”

“Well where are you going?”

“No idea.” he muttered.

After a minute of silence, she turned to him, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Michael.”

“Violet.”

“Well, its a pleasure to meet you.” he chuckled.

Tears that were welling up in the corner of his eyes trickled down before he quickly brushed them away with the sleeve of his sweater. He scoffed as his actions.

“Don’t be embarrassed. If you want to tal-”

“And why the hell would I want to do that?” he cut her off.

“I was only trying…” she muttered under her breath.

“Listen, I don’t need your sympathy, or anyones.  Why would I want to look like the biggest pussy in the world in front of the only girl in the school I want to like me?” he snapped.

A minute of silence passed.

“I’m sorry,” he choked, “ You can drop me off here.” he gestured to the side of a stretch of road.

“Michael, I’m not leaving you here. I get that you want to be all tough and intense, but talking to me won’t make me think less of you. What happened?” Violet sympathized. It was then she noticed a pinprick of blood dripping from his nose, creeping closer and closer to the dip in his pale lips.

And in a blink of an eye he was gone, his trainers hitting a new square of pavement with each stride. As he turned the curb, she noticed the side of his face donned a fresh bruise, already starting to deepen in its harsh hues. A spectrum of dizzying shades, each tainted with rage.

He actively avoided her the following week, taking different routes to his classes, determined not to engage in eye contact. So when she turned the final page of his Ernest Hemingway novel, Violet had no idea what to do. It was apparent he treasured this particular collection of text, recognizing the wrinkles in its yellow pages as a particular type of fondness. She decided she would return the novel, and leave him be for the rest of the semester.

The cracked spine rubbed regretfully against her palm the next morning. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was losing something. That the last connection the two of them shared, would soon be broken. Of course, Violet reflected, the book was nothing but a mere sentiment of the odd banter the two of them had once shared.

She spotted him at the opposite side of the hallway, rummaging around in his locker. But as she approached, her stomach turned with anxiety. The roof of her mouth grew dry followed by a sizable lump forming in the pit of her throat.

Violet sped up her pace, desperate to close the gap between the two of them. A bulky fist was thrusted into Michael’s gut, undoubtedly knocking the wind from his shallow lungs. His spine curved forward, his stomach retracting, as feeble coughs sputtered out his trembling lips. For some reason, she felt that if she could just GET to him, it would all be fine.

As she approached, Violet was rational, she was calm, she  had the entire situation under control….or so she had thought. Her plan to be authoritative and responsible, was shattered by the adrenal burning through her veins. Before she could open her mouth to speak, two manicured hands were flat against the attackers heaving chest, pushing back with a force Violet did not know she was capable of mustering.

She caught him off guard, causing him to stumble back a couple of feet, allowing her to slide into the space separating him from Michael. She had absolutely no idea where this rage was coming from, but with each passing second, it continued to grow. Michael was in complete and utter shock. His mouth  hung open, as his eyes scanned the scene. He was disoriented. He was embarrassed. But most of all, he was grateful.

All dialogue between Violet and the meathead fuck boy she was ready to jump, was drowned out of her memory. Empty threats were flung across the now crowded hallway, and echoed off lockers, left open by spectators who became distracted by the scene.

No one dared to interrupt until the absolute asshat had the audacity to step dangerously close to her, puffing his chest out as he backed her, step by step, against a wall. All of a sudden, Violet felt very, very small. She kept telling yourself he wouldn’t dare hit a girl, but as he continued to advanced, she became less and less confident in that theory.

This lasted a few seconds, though from her perspective it felt like an hour. Before he could take another step forward, Michael flew from the lockers behind them, clocking him with blunt force across the face. The once gruff voice, wailed in a high pitched scream as blood began to stream from his nose, which was now badly disfigured, and undoubtedly broken.

He didn’t have time to react however, because Michael’s knee was in his gut, knocking his ribs, again, and again, and again, until Violet grabbed his shoulder to cease his frenzy.

“Mike…Michael! Mike! Thats enough!”

Michael hesitated for a moment.

“Michael come on, we need to leave. Now.” she grabbed his wrist and drug him down the halls out to the student parking lot. Completely unbothered by the fact the day wasn’t even half way over yet.

Her  mind was racing, and her eyes never lost focus from the path in front of them. She tried to wrap her head around the reality of what happened. She tried to piece together the frantic string of events. One moment Michael was cowering in the corner, defenseless, and battered, and the next he was beating the absolute piss out of the prick.

‘What had changed in those brief moments?’ she wondered, “What had set him off?”

Chapter Two

Violet had the upper hand since the day she left him in the parking lot, at a loss for words. But much to her dismay, he avoided eye contact. She was slightly worried that she had upset him in some way. Perhaps he thought she was mocking him, or making fun of him. The truth was, Violet was the one with the school girl crush. She was just as guilty as he was.

Maybe his cocky attitude was a defensive mechanism, a way of hiding his true insecurity.

Her anxiety lifted, as his familiar voice floated into her ear, through the silence of the library.

“I thought I might find you here” he purred.

Violet turned her head, smiling warmly at him. Her welcoming aura allowed his tensed up shoulders to relax.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you yesterday, I was only playing.” she explained.

“No, no, I got it. Well played.” he laughed weakly, followed by a few seconds of awkward silence.

“I uh, I brought this for you.” he stuttered, before pulling out his copy of The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway. “Its, uh, my favorite, and I thought you would like it too if you want to borrow it.”

He had dropped his cocky act. His dark and mysterious facade had disappeared, and a nervous, intelligent teeanger boy was emerging, one that Violet found endearing.

“Thanks” she beamed up at him, pleasantly surprised.

A librarian hissed at the pair, signaling for the two of them to stop talking, with her finger pressed against her wrinkled lips.

He caught himself staring at her, and realized that he was letting his boyish personality show through. He cleared his throat, attempting to phase back into his act.

“Anyways, uh, I have places to be, but I’m certain I’ll see you around.”  

And with that, his back was turned and he walked swiftly out the door. His pace hurried.

Violet smiled, amused that she had caused him to open up, even if it was for a moment, to let down the walls he built to hide his insecurity. She knew there was more to him, and she had managed to excavate it with ease, yet she didn’t even know his name.  

Violet’s engine sputtered to a start. It was November now, and the frost was starting to blanket the hood of her car. With blue fingers, she turned the heat all the way up, wrapping her fur lined army jacket tighter around her body to shield herself from the cold.

Eager to climb in bed, curl up with your dog, and turn on Criminal Minds, she sped out of the student parking lot and down the road that stretched across the front of your school.

Not a minute passed before she saw a grey speck bobbing up and down, walking with definite purpose.

“It was 22 Degrees Fahrenheit, and some kid without a scarf or gloves was planning on walking god knows how long to get home?” she scoffed to herself.

As she approached him, she recognized cherry red wisps creeping out of the side of the taupe beanie. Violet pulled the car over, and slowed to a stop. Her exhaust pipe coughing out thick black smoke, in protest.

He turned his head, his eyes meeting her’s, and her heart sunk in her chest. His eyes were red, and puffy. His lips, chapped from the cold, and his nose bright pink, from wiping away drips of snot. He sniffled, and attempted to look tougher than he was. He had been crying.

“Get in.”  

“Mum says not to talk to strangers.” he joked weakly.

“Come on, this is no time for jokes, just get in the car, its freezing.” Violet pleaded.

He nodded, climbing gratefully into the passenger seat, soaking up the warm air from the heater. Once he defrosted a bit, he sniffled before mumbling a thank you, in a voice that was barely audible.

“Why are you walking its freezing out there?”

“Dunno…”

“Don’t you have a car?”

“No money.”

“Well where are you going?”

“No idea.” he muttered.

After a minute of silence, she turned to him, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Michael.”

“Violet.”

“Well, its a pleasure to meet you.” he chuckled.

Tears that were welling up in the corner of his eyes trickled down before he quickly brushed them away with the sleeve of his sweater. He scoffed as his actions.

“Don’t be embarrassed. If you want to tal-”

“And why the hell would I want to do that?” he cut her off.

“I was only trying…” she muttered under her breath.

“Listen, I don’t need your sympathy, or anyones.  Why would I want to look like the biggest pussy in the world in front of the only girl in the school I want to like me?” he snapped.

A minute of silence passed.

“I’m sorry,” he choked, “ You can drop me off here.” he gestured to the side of a stretch of road.

“Michael, I’m not leaving you here. I get that you want to be all tough and intense, but talking to me won’t make me think less of you. What happened?” Violet sympathized. It was then she noticed a pinprick of blood dripping from his nose, creeping closer and closer to the dip in his pale lips.

And in a blink of an eye he was gone, his trainers hitting a new square of pavement with each stride. As he turned the curb, she noticed the side of his face donned a fresh bruise, already starting to deepen in its harsh hues. A spectrum of dizzying shades, each tainted with rage.

He actively avoided her the following week, taking different routes to his classes, determined not to engage in eye contact. So when she turned the final page of his Ernest Hemingway novel, Violet had no idea what to do. It was apparent he treasured this particular collection of text, recognizing the wrinkles in its yellow pages as a particular type of fondness. She decided she would return the novel, and leave him be for the rest of the semester.

The cracked spine rubbed regretfully against her palm the next morning. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was losing something. That the last connection the two of them shared, would soon be broken. Of course, Violet reflected, the book was nothing but a mere sentiment of the odd banter the two of them had once shared.

She spotted him at the opposite side of the hallway, rummaging around in his locker. But as she approached, her stomach turned with anxiety. The roof of her mouth grew dry followed by a sizable lump forming in the pit of her throat.

Violet sped up her pace, desperate to close the gap between the two of them. A bulky fist was thrusted into Michael’s gut, undoubtedly knocking the wind from his shallow lungs. His spine curved forward, his stomach retracting, as feeble coughs sputtered out his trembling lips. For some reason, she felt that if she could just GET to him, it would all be fine.

As she approached, Violet was rational, she was calm, she  had the entire situation under control….or so she had thought. Her plan to be authoritative and responsible, was shattered by the adrenal burning through her veins. Before she could open her mouth to speak, two manicured hands were flat against the attackers heaving chest, pushing back with a force Violet did not know she was capable of mustering.

She caught him off guard, causing him to stumble back a couple of feet, allowing her to slide into the space separating him from Michael. She had absolutely no idea where this rage was coming from, but with each passing second, it continued to grow. Michael was in complete and utter shock. His mouth  hung open, as his eyes scanned the scene. He was disoriented. He was embarrassed. But most of all, he was grateful.

All dialogue between Violet and the meathead fuck boy she was ready to jump, was drowned out of her memory. Empty threats were flung across the now crowded hallway, and echoed off lockers, left open by spectators who became distracted by the scene.

No one dared to interrupt until the absolute asshat had the audacity to step dangerously close to her, puffing his chest out as he backed her, step by step, against a wall. All of a sudden, Violet felt very, very small. She kept telling yourself he wouldn’t dare hit a girl, but as he continued to advanced, she became less and less confident in that theory.

This lasted a few seconds, though from her perspective it felt like an hour. Before he could take another step forward, Michael flew from the lockers behind them, clocking him with blunt force across the face. The once gruff voice, wailed in a high pitched scream as blood began to stream from his nose, which was now badly disfigured, and undoubtedly broken.

He didn’t have time to react however, because Michael’s knee was in his gut, knocking his ribs, again, and again, and again, until Violet grabbed his shoulder to cease his frenzy.

“Mike…Michael! Mike! Thats enough!”

Michael hesitated for a moment.

“Michael come on, we need to leave. Now.” she grabbed his wrist and drug him down the halls out to the student parking lot. Completely unbothered by the fact the day wasn’t even half way over yet.

Her  mind was racing, and her eyes never lost focus from the path in front of them. She tried to wrap her head around the reality of what happened. She tried to piece together the frantic string of events. One moment Michael was cowering in the corner, defenseless, and battered, and the next he was beating the absolute piss out of the prick.

‘What had changed in those brief moments?’ she wondered, “What had set him off?”

fallenangels181  asked:

Can I get something fluffy with Aomine please? <3

The velvet texture of your hands ran through his short royal blue strands of hair. With a ghost of a smile lingering on your lips you continued to pay attention to his short haired scalp. “The color of your hair is so pretty,” your sweet tone soothed him of his sorrows, his lips curled into the shape of your own. “Is it?” Giggling at his words you hummed softly in reply. “I think it’s become my new favorite color…” The silence present in the room was evident, both of you didn’t peep a word for a few minutes.

Still having had his head on your lap, he thought of all the random things you had said to him from the second he met you. All of them had some kind of special meaning, and every single little compliment you had told him he could recite in alphabetical order. “You know what’s also pretty?” Your grin grew wider but you acted naïve. “No I don’t,” he gave you a funny look, the expression on his face almost made you chuckle.

“Thinking about it know pretty is an understatement…you’re more than that, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve laid eyes on…to me you’re a goddess,” his small speech blew you away, since when was he so romantic? “You think of me as a goddess?” He shook his head from left to right, “I know you are.”

Hedwig fan first, Darren fan second.

Seeing Darren in Hedwig tonight had me scared, I’ll admit. Hedwig is my favorite show/musical movie and having just seen it with John Cameron Mitchell, I was worried about how well two things I loved would mesh: for reference I have also seen it with NPH and Andrew Rannels.


I’ll start with the good - the score has never sounded better. Darren songs his goddamn face off and does not hit a bad note. He really puts his emotions into the song, and he makes the songs more personal than the last few Hedwigs have - perhaps because he’s a musician.

Physically, Darren is heartbreaking. He has a face that was built to act on stage. His physicality in the role was also amazing. He was all over that stage, running and jumping and rolling and licking and kick in and selling it to every seat in the house He carries himself really well - his Hedwig is sexier than any I’ve ever seen.

As for the bad, and there is one thing he can do something for and another that we need to watch. He needs to talk louder, especially during the “oven” scenes. It is just a little hard to hear, and that is an important part of the show.

Now. I am livid that I have to say this: PEOPLE DO NOT PAY MONEY TO HEAR FANS SING. I know this is ongoing criticism of fans during concerts, but this is Broadway. The girl beside us sang every song and said every line in the show. STOP IT. She actually yelled out during the show and Hedwig yelled at her and mentioned that HEDWIG was on the building and not annoying fan girl.

I don’t care how big of a fan you are or how many times you’ve seen the show: don’t sing along. Especially with someone like Darren who has the skills to change up the song every night with how he feels. It was only one person, but I think she will be back. I hope this post finds you.