thanks to @ziampoets for the inspiration too, here’s a first part of a possible story to come some of which is under the cut as it’s
“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had Harry, even worse than the time you put me on that tv show for kids where I got gunged so I’d do better in the charts and I ended up getting covered in yellow god knows what and my single went down 20 places.”
Zayn glares at Harry whose facial expression changes several times from one of mock outrage to indignation to a smug smile.
“Yeah but the fun we had on all the Christmas cards and Birthday cards you received in the year after that though with your pouty face and that expensive haircut covered in yellow stuff, I mean who cares about your career when you give us material like that for years.”
Zayn mutters a swear word or three under his breath and questions once more why on earth he picked Harry Styles as his manager then as the driver stops the car and turns round from his seat to say, “We’ve arrived,” and Zayn looks out the window at the sign, he just wishes he could steal Marty McFly’s car and basically go back to when he ended up sat next to Harry at an event four years ago, and sit anywhere else but there.
The door opens next to him and Harry’s there holding it open and gesturing with a flourish towards the pavement and Zayn could hold the driver hostage, go back home and get his passport and travel to Australia and hide somewhere in the outback but Harry would probably be there first so there’s no use delaying the inevitable so he mutters a, “I really hate you,” which doesn’t even sound convincing to his own ears and jumps out the car.
It’s quiet on the streets but then again it would be as it’s just after 5am because this what he’s about to do, or think about doing more like, is top secret for at least a few more weeks and though it’s not the first time Zayn’s been up at 5am, it’s the first time he’s been up at 5am to go the gym.
He looks up at the sign, “Metaboli London’ and he could say no right now, he could turn away right now and Harry would try and persuade him, but ultimately Harry never forces anything, just like the gunge tank tv show, just like everything, and that’s why they work so well cause Harry as much as Zayn hates it, gets these things right and that’s why Zayn never says no, cause the reason his single plummeted twenty places was because it just wasn’t very good and yes he could say no to all this, and it goes so far against the grain that it’s crazy and yet he feels like if he doesn’t just try then he’ll regret it so before Harry can say anything before he can be that cajoling voice that’s more like his mum when he was trying to ride a bike for the first time, Zayn, strides forward and opens the door calling out, “Well are you coming?” before Harry can even blink.
Zayn’s not the first one there, there’s a few faces he recognises, the people Harry had mentioned would be taking part. He kind of knows a couple of them already, at least to say hello to, or in Louis Tomlinson’s case sing along drunkenly to Oasis songs at 4am at some crap showbiz party a few years back.
There’s a couple of daytime tv celebs and then a few others milling around who he sort of recognises but hasn’t a clue who they are and well, if he signs up to this, officially that is, then he guesses he’ll know them pretty damn well by the end of this journey.
“Here you go,” Harry slips a bottle of water into Zayn’s hand which Zayn pulls his face at.
“Water? Seriously Harry, does my face look like the face of a man that can even hold a conversation with someone at this time of the morning without a coffee in my hand or what?”
“Well it can definitely whinge for England at this time of the morning,” Harry responds drily, “Anyway, coffee dehydrates you and your body my friend needs to become a temple in the coming weeks if you aren’t gonna collapse and die on the first day out there so quit whining, have a sip or two of water and then, oh hey up, I think your motivation just walked into the room.”
Harry finishes his sentence with an accompanying waggle of his eyebrows and that’s all Zayn needs to know that someone fit’s walked into the room though fit in Harry’s eyes is a whole different kettle of fish to Zayn’s view of fit, but the sound of a someone clearing their throat pulls Zayn away from that thought as he undoes the lid of the bottle, turns around and well, okay maybe Harry’s idea of ‘fit’ isn’t all that different after all.
There are three fellas in front of them, two of them are engaged in conversation and nudging into each other laughing, one of them’s got bleached blonde hair with little bits of brown poking through at the roots, he’s whippet thin but there’s a solidity to him that speaks of someone able to take care of himself, and then the other guy is bigger and taller, dark haired and even from a little way away, Zayn can hear his Irish accent.
Then there’s the other guy who’s stood a little bit further apart, he’s about the middle in terms of height and size, he’s got hair and a lot of it, that looks far too artfully styled almost for this time of the morning and for a gym, and brown eyes, and even from here Zayn can appreciate the fella’s lips especially as he chews at them, he’s got a pair of pale yellow jogging bottoms on and a cream coloured top on, just like the smaller bloke, he’s whippet thin but as the guy puts his hands on his hips and blows out what seems to be a frustrated breath, Zayn can see his arm muscles and well, fuck, no one told him he’d have to wear looser jogging bottoms today.
i'm sorry i'm so far behind but where did this boat sex idea come from? i guess when 07.06 leaked?
No, it is from the leaks of the whole season which came out last October. [SPOILERS] The whole plot for season 7 was leaked and has been right for every episode so far. In the leaks we were told Jon and Dany would have sex in the finale, next episode, on a boat headed North.
Annie’s limp body fell into the boy’s outstretched
arms as the crystal disintegrated into grains of lucent sand. “Annie!” Armin
was on his knees in a shimmering sheet of dust, the only remnants of what was
once the crystal that had encased the girl for all these years. He held her
close and soon noticed that her body was ice cold, immediate panic set in, “Annie,
can you hear me?”
She had no idea where she was or what was going on
and despite being able to see nothing but darkness, she recognised his voice straight away and somehow,
knowing she was in his arms reassured her disorientated state of mind ever so
slightly. “A-Armin?” she managed to stutter out as her body began to tremble
The young man gasped and he held her tighter, “You’re
okay…” he murmured softly more to himself, “How do you feel?”
Annie creased her brows as a look of deeper confusion
swept across her features, the girl started to rub at her eyes, “Your voice is…”
she paused momentarily, “…deeper.”
“It’s been four years.”
Hearing this, Annie rubbed her eyes more vigorously
and opened them slowly. Armin swallowed a lump in his throat as he looked down
into those piercing blue eyes of hers, oh,
how he’d missed those eyes.
“I-I can’t see…” the blonde squinted and frowned. Armin felt her chest heave as her breathing
picked up pace with her distress, “Where am I, Armin?”
“Don’t worry, you’re sight will return in time. I’m
sure it’s just because you’ve been asleep inside the crystal for so long…”
Annie let out a long shaky breath and Armin sighed, “You’re safe with us, us
being the Survey Corps that is. That’s all you need to know for the time being.”
His voice was soft as silk, which against all odds relaxed her. “Do you remember?”
he questioned and Annie closed her eyes; after all, they weren’t much use to
“Yes.” She uttered, “I remember…”
Armin bit his lip and pondered on what was the
best thing to say, after several long moments, he finally settled with “I’m
“Don’t be…you did what you had to do. I
Annie felt Armin’s breath brush against her cheek
as he let out another soft sigh, “So did you. I…” he stopped short. He couldn’t
tell her everything right then and there; he knew Annie was far from stupid and
that even in a dazed state like this she would have figured that a lot would have
had to have happened in four years. But, nevertheless, she was still in a
fragile condition and he didn’t want to shock her too much.
“Are we alone?” Annie asked and Armin detected a
hint of apprehension in her tone.
The blond stupidly nodded before answering, “Yes,
we are. They thought it best I was the one to be here at a time like this.” Armin
watched Annie’s face carefully and noticed her lips curve up into the smallest
of smiles for a fraction of a second.
“Do you know?”
Annie released another long breath, but said no
more. Perhaps she didn’t want to know right now; perhaps she wanted to lie in
his embrace a little longer, pretending everything was okay. Armin too remained
quiet; he had forgotten just how small Annie was. Small, but strong, he
“I feel your eyes on me, Arlert.” Annie whispered
after some time and Armin blushed profusely, that kind of embarrassment sent
him back to when he was a bashful fifteen year old; even though she clearly
couldn’t see, he turned his eyes away and focussed on the fragments of the crystal
that were glistening under the dim light, his face still hot. By turning away
however, he failed to notice the smile on her face. Her desire to see the man
was now taking over; she desperately wanted to see if he still had that baby
face, or that unique haircut and those deep ocean blue eyes… with the longing
in her heart, Annie crumpled her eyes and attempted to reopen them. This time,
unlike last, she could see, albeit a blurry sight. She could make out the young
man’s outline and that his blond hair was no longer long, but instead cut short.
“Look at me.”
Armin turned to her swiftly, eyes wide, “Is your
As her eyes focussed on the boy’s face she was immediately
drawn to his own eyes, and just as her foggy vision cleared, it clouded over
again as tears welled up and flooded down her cheeks. It was then that Armin
knew that her sight had returned and instead of saying anything, the young man
simply wiped the tears away so that she could see clearly once more.
Guess who is back, back again.? It’s me michelle yes the michelle who had played hayley, josette, alycia debnam carey fc, dominic sherwood fc and grant gustin fc before. I got so happy when I saw the rp is still here and I can’t wait to rp with you guys again and of course also rp with the once who won’t know me that are new. I had to take a break from rp because things where just not okay but here I am back and loyal to this amazing rp promised myself when things get better I would be back and here I am playing my baby Josette again so if anyone wanna plot let me know. I also already got a few idea for her that I hope that I can do later on when the time has come. damn im rambling to much sorry.
Shura absolutely adores cats and is a very proud self-proclaimed cat person. He thinks Yurio’s cat magnetism is the best magic in the world. Unfortunately, he did not inherit it, which leads to much heartbreak for his poor glass heart, which he did inherit from his mother…
Two years ago, Eqbal Dauqan was going to work in the morning as usual. She’s a biochemistry professor. And was driving on the freeway, when suddenly: “I felt something hit my car, but I didn’t know what it was because I was driving very fast,” she says.
Dauqan reached the parking lot. Got out of the car and looked at the door. What she saw left her speechless.
“A bullet hit the car, just on the door,” she says.
The door had stopped the bullet. And Dauqan was OK. She has no idea where the bullet came from. But it turned out to be an ominous sign of what was to come.
“In college, I would tell my friends that I wanted to pursue a Ph.D., and they would chuckle and ridicule the idea,” says Eqbal Dauqan, who is an assistant professor at the University Kebangsaan Malaysia at age 36. Born and raised in Yemen, Dauqan credits her “naughty” spirit for her success in a male-dominated culture. Sanjit Das for NPR
So it’s general assumption that the story David told in “Jasper Dies At The End” was a complete lie and, not gonna lie? There is SO MUCH evidence for this.
Take note of how everything is oddly exaggerated and unnatural in the story
The way the counselors say “Oh no! Not Davey!” “He’s such a troublemaker!” sounds very. Exaggerated. Like they’re reacting to a Saturday Morning Cartoon villain.
David’s “trouble making” actions are also the sort of things David would see as problems. Insulting nature, using words like “dang”, littering, etc. Plus the way one of the current counselors says ”Oh Davey! You have so much potential! If only you would apply yourself!” It REALLY sounds like David is trying to make an impression on Max, or send him some sort of message.
Take David’s childhood actions versus Max’s. David says dang, litters, and insults nature Max swears like a sailor, literally starts a camp revolt, and tries to run away a lot. These sort of things would fly over David’s head and just come off as a grumpy kid who hates nature,
But David’s behavior isn’t the only thing he lied about. I think he also lied about how Jasper died.
The scars on his chest from the bear attack are parallel to a few scratches from the photo in episode 11. Not to mention how as a ghost, whenever he’s scared Jasper tends to cover up his chest:
These wounds were left open for the entire night, there’s NO WAY Jasper would’ve survived that. Either Jasper had died in the bear cave, or on his way back to the camp.
Additionally, according to David’s story that picture in episode 11 would not be accurate. If David really WAS a grumpy troublesome kid, he wouldn’t be smiling in it. However if the picture was taken AFTER this event, Jasper wouldn’t be smiling because he said he thinks the camp sucks at the end of the episode.
I’m absolutely POSITIVE that David lied about this entire story. He was never a trouble maker and Jasper did NOT survive that bear attack. But why lie? Well, the kids asked why he got that medallion.
He can’t say he doesn’t want to talk about it, that’d seem suspicious. So why not lie to protect these poor innocent children from the truth of your childhood friends gruesome death, while avoiding sounding suspicious? Maybe the truth is that medallion belong to his old friend Jasper, and he didn’t want to let it go as it serves as a reminder of their good times together.
Additional notes I didn’t have any idea where I should put this in:
-The episode title is a lie. “Jasper Dies At The End”. That doesn’t happen. Jasper in this story does not die. Just like David’s story, the title of this is a lie, and our storyteller is an unreliable narrator. -Maybe it was just a joke but child David’s voice seriously sounds like an older man attempting to do an impression of a small boy. It could be a hint towards this just being a made up story, or I’m just over analyzing and this is just a joke for the episode. Who knows!
TL;DR: David’s story in Jasper Dies At The End was a HUGE lie and Jasper died because of the bear attack. There are multiple contradictions and oddly exaggerated points within the episode that support this.
I….I finally did it after a along ass time scrapping scenes
The lyric comic is based on a comment in the music video which was this: “This version sounds like she’s mourning the potential.”
The idea began from that, where a different color on your skin represents the love and affection you have for the person. If you don’t see your color on them, then your love is unrequited.
There is some elements of my GTA 5 AU in this comic hence the guns and stuff. Also fun fact: Wildcat’s convo with Vanoss hints to my Minicat comic that I made before. Wildcat knows what Vanoss is going through and he didn’t want his friend to suffer the same heartbreak like he did.
before vacuuming your carpet, mix some baking soda and essential oil together and sprinkle it onto your carpet. press it in to the carpet by walking over it and let it sit for a few minutes. then, when you vacuum, your carpet will be extra clean and smell extra nice!