no points for persistence

Zach Dempsey is such a little cinnamon roll like wtf

Clay literally keyed his car, with bold writing in a very obvious spot.

Zach wasn’t even mad. He just felt bad about what happened before. 

And then what about when Marcus Cooley got a little too close for comfort at the Valentine’s Date thing.

All the other jocks laughed at Hannah, but Zach just looked really shocked and sad :c

And he tried to talk to her and make her smile, twice, the second time literally in front of the whole canteen, in front of his friends.

he even kept the damn note

Why is he so adorable? Damn you Reggie Mant- Zach

CHEEKY EDIT: wow this blew up, anyways as I was saying. I’m not trying to excuse what Zach did, he retaliated impulsively which obviously wasn’t the right thing to do. I’m just saying, as others pointed out, he was sorry. He was too late but he was sorry. He’s a lot more genuine then some of the others on those tapes *COUGH* BRYCE AND COURTNEY *COUGH*, although he’s clearly not as morally straight as people like Clay. What Reggi- Zach did may have been smaller than what some of the others did, but Hannah was pretty depressed at this point and if Zach had actually persisted with trying to reach out to her rather than making it worse, she could still be alive. That goes for all of them :)

because we love our hogwarts boys.

give me hufflepuff boys; big hands and soft lips and ready to encase you with warmth and love whenever you’re in need. hufflepuff boys, strong and cheerful, but most of all kind and understanding, full of ideas and loveliness! hufflepuff boys with envious long lashes, fluttering as they send you a wink. give me hufflepuff boys who are fair and loyal, boys who aren’t afraid to love the weak and make a claim against all odds. hufflepuff boys who watch you sail away with your kite, apple-red cheeks and a soft curve to their lips. hufflepuff boys who are hardworking and dedicated, stopping at nothing to earn what they deserve. because hufflepuff boys deserve everything.

give me slytherin boys with blazing eyes; full of desire and the need for control. slytherin boys with mischievous grins, looking back at you in the dark while dragging you forward; your hand in theirs and you’re feeling fire. because slytherin boys are mysterious and beautiful and full of something you want to know better. because they are the children your parents warned you about. give me slytherin boys who are persistent and stubborn; constantly trying to prove a point, because they are compassionate and fighters. give me slytherin boys who want no more than a love to ground them to earth, to make them realize that they are wonderful, that they are not their parents. because beneath those plates of silver armor, there lies a battered, stitched heart. and all it takes is a single heart-beat to revive it.

give me gryffindor boys with darling, crooked smiles. gryffindor boys who run in the rain, laughing and shouting. give me gryffindor boys, making friends for life; trusting them in a second because all they want is another companion, another person to grow with. gryffindor boys who take strides in big lengths, trying to intimidate little ones but failing miserably as they trip over someone else’s steps. gryffindor boys with loud voices that fill up an empty room, storing memories that will never be forgotten. give me gryffindor boys with crushes left-and-right, falling faster than a raindrop from the sky. gryffindor boys who give their everything to feel happy. because gryffindors love with a love that was so much more than love.

give me ravenclaw boys with wide grins. ravenclaw boys who bite their lips so intently as they concentrate, it turns into a luscious red, ravenclaw boys with a million thoughts racing through their head, not a single second to spare before writing them down. because ravenclaw boys want to know everything, everything before it’s snatched away in an instant. give me ravenclaw boys who are shy and quiet, but are incredibly thunderous and competitive once their hearts are in play. incredible. ravenclaw boys who would rather spend their nights learning how to hatch a dragon than studying because it’s fascinating. ravenclaw boys who are wise and will give advice, without you asking. because ravenclaws are everything there is to being phenomenal.

Never have I ever related to a television character more than I do to Anderson from BBC Sherlock, because I know something’s up, I **KNOW** it, but I don’t know what that is, when it’s gonna resolve, how it’s gonna resolve, why, who or to what scale, and EVERY guess I’ve made up until this point has blown up in my face, but I’m PERSISTENT because I know SOMETHING is UP but when everything reveals itself I’ll be the last to find out

anonymous asked:

Hello!! Do you know of fics where any of the boys, preferably Harry/Louis of course, consider themselves straight until they meet the other? Thanks in advance!!!

 I’m so sorry this took so long to answer! Here you go:


Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes by theboyfriendstagram [ 24/24 | English | 120,925 ] *

Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

Just A Flower Boy by larryruinedme [ 15/15 | English | 70,087 ] *

Harry Styles is a clumsy, flower crown-wearing, openly gay junior with only two true friends, Niall and Zayn. Louis Tomlinson is the school’s attractive, straight football captain, with a small body and a big personality. As fate will have it, Harry has a huge, unrequited, utterly hopeless crush on Louis.

Fumbling In The Dark by Grand Buzz [ 1/1 | English | 21,599 ]

Louis is straight, Harry is not. They still shag a lot.

Dangerous Liaisons by IWillSingWithYou [ 17/17 | English | 42,601 ]

Niall is the master of deceit and Harry is the master of seduction. Louis is just a very strong willed male model who happens to be straight. When Niall tells Harry he wouldn’t be able to seduce Louis, the bet is on, but Niall’s schemes are hard to avoid.


Falling In Love by Centa0592 [ 16/16 | English | 111,613 ]

The Boss/Employee AU where Harry thinks he’s straight, since he has a gf, but, after meeting Louis, soon discovers that sexuality means nothing when love is involved.

The Frying Pan And The Fire by embryo [ 22/22 | English | 22,209 ]

Harry is a former child star who now works at a bar. Louis is an indie artist who wants Harry to be in his new music video. Harry is a grump and Louis is too chipper. Harry is straight and Louis is openly gay. Louis is determined and persistent and at some point Harry stops denying himself.

Both Showing Hearts by kiwikero [ 11/11 | English | 113,570 ]

Louis Tomlinson is, in fact, not straight. Harry Styles isn’t sure what he is. Together, they figure it out, and maybe fall in love along the way. Or, the Uni AU where Louis helps Harry figure out his sexuality, Niall crashes a bachelorette party, Liam works in a printing centre, and Zayn happens to need lots of printing done.

All the pics marked with an * are ones I have read. I hope these are what you were looking for :)  

Someone please take me to the alternate universe where the character of Anakin Skywalker is actually valued and not just viewed as ‘that part people fast-forward through to get to Darth Vader’. 

View | jaehyun

Genre: bodyguard!AU | fluff, angst, mild swearing and a lot of sarcasm.

Member: Jaehyun / reader (3rd person perspective!!!!!)

Word count: 3000+

Note: There will be a part 2!

Summary: “You’re staring.”

“I like the view”

“What, of London?”

“London doesn’t compare to you”

(or the one where she doesn’t need him, but maybe she wants him.)

part: one | two

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh


“You’re being unreasonable. “ Jaehyun says, crossing his arms.

She shrugs, “I disagree.”

He sighs, “Look your Highness-”

“Don’t call me that.” She interrupts, crossing her legs.

“Okay princess.” He drawls sarcastically, “You simply can’t refuse to have a bodyguard without a valid reason.” He sighs.

She cocks her head, raising a eyebrow, “I have a valid reason!” She assures.

“Let’s hear it.” he demands.

“I don’t like your face.” She blurts. He frowns and she crosses her arms to mimic him.

“And you think my face is going to hinder my ability to protect you?” He questions.

“It could!” She assures in a seriousness that almost makes him laugh, “What if you’re looking at your reflection in a store window or your phone screen and someone kidnaps me?” She cries.

“Trust me, they’d bring you back.” He muttered scratching his head.


“I said we’d get you back.” he enunciates, “Our job is to make sure nothing happens to you- for God’s sake I’m a trained professional you can’t just-”

“I don’t need a bodyguard. I don’t even need a guard dog, I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself!” She cries in frustration, running her fingers through her hair.

To silence that follows is a mutual agreement for a break- to regroup, relax, grab a glass of water or a snack before they come back to finish the conversation. He sighs, she kicks her feet like she feels guilty for something and looks down at the table. There’s a pack of cigarettes and a lighter that sit kindly beside an economist magazine and a small receipt like checklist of everything she needs to pack.


Her fingers tap at her upper arm and she looks away to the wall to study the paint. He adjusts his suit, tugging at the collar of his shirt, “You’re stuck with me princess.” He says eventually.

Her neck snaps back to look at him. She wrinkles her nose, “Keep your distance.”


She sitting on a smooth wooden bench in the center of the Louvre. The room is empty, cleared by security for her protection and she’s staring at a painting. Its called ‘The Embarkation for Cythera’ and her chin is resting on her fist. One leg is crossed over the other and she quickly adjust the denim skirt she’s wearing. She’s got a brochure in one hand and headphones in her ears where jazz floods her senses.

Jaehyun is a few meters to her left, watching her closely as she stares curiously at the art. She yanks her headphones out, “What?” She snaps, sighing and turning to look at him.

“I didn’t say anything.” He shrugs.

She rolls her eyes, “You’re staring.”

He shrugs again, “That’s my job.”

She shakes her head, “No, your job is to protect me. You could do that from the control room or from the other side of this room but instead you’re stood as close as you can get without it being suspicious and you’re staring.” she explains.

He licks his lips and points to the painting before her, “This is one of my favourite paintings.”

She raises an eyebrow, “So you were staring at the painting?” She asks, knowing full well he wasn’t.

He nods, walking closer to sit on the bench next to her, “Not everything’s about you princess.”

They sit quietly together, neither too bothered to fill the silence. The absence of crowds who discus meaningless matters makes her feel lonely and isolated but she’s learnt to be with herself. “Why did you take this job?” She pipes up, not quite sure why she’s interested.

He cocks his head to look at the painting and licks his lips, “Patriotic duty.”

She laughs, “You’re funny.”

He turns to look at her, “You don’t believe me?”

She scoffs, “I don’t even think you believe you.”

“Okay.” He says carefully, crossing his arms, “Why do you think I took the job?”

She pauses and watches him carefully. She holds up her hand, “I have two theories.” She states.

He smirks, “I’m all ears.”

“the first-” she starts, her posture changing because she’s in her element, “Is that you were bored. You got sick and tired of foreign business men and all that bureaucracy and you heard the rumours.”

He raises an eyebrow, “What rumours?”

“The ones about me.” She says, pointing to herself. He scoffs but she continues, “You heard about the strange princess who doesn’t buy into this whole royalty thing and you were curious.”

“Curious enough to leave the KCIA and baby sit a brat?” He asks sarcastically.

She clicks her fingers, “Or you were fired. I’m still developing some more theories.” she sighs.

He scoffs a laugh, “Yeah well keep looking.”

She sighs again, turning back to the painting. The silence becomes deafening, an unbearable reminder that she’s always alone and completely segregated from the rest of society. He can see the sadness in her eyes, he saw it the moment he met her when she watched her distant family’s children dancing in the gardens of the palace. He sees it every time she has to attend some event or smile at some strangers her parents introduce her to, even sometimes when she watches students on their way to school, laughing with their friends.

“So which one is your favourite painting?” He asks quietly, trying to give her some kind of human interaction before she locks herself in her hotel room.

She swallows, scratching her head, “I hate art.”

He frowns, “Why are you here?”

She shrugs, looking around the room at the different paintings. “I wanted to feel less alone.” she says quietly.

He rolls his eyes, “Yikes, do you ever stop feeling sorry for yourself?” He asks tiredly.

She glares, “Fuck you.”

He shakes his head, “There are many ways to feel less alone, like hookers.” he suggests.

She tries to stay angry but her lips threaten a smile and she looks down at her hands, “You’re funny.” she states once more, but this time he doesn’t think it’s sarcastic.

He points, “You should smile more.”

She waves him off even though he looks smug because he can see her trying not to grin, “Shut up.”

She’s curled against the window with a book half open in her hands and her legs bent against her body. Jaehyun’s sitting in a leather chair nearby, looking around the room while his fingers tap anxiously against the arm of the seat. He sighs loudly, “How long are we going to be here?” he asks.

“How long is a rope?” she retorts, not testing her eyes from the book.

“Long enough to hang myself with.” He replies.

“Oh, boo-hoo, your life is so miserable.” She says sarcastically, turning a page.

He sighs again, glancing around the room. The building has high ceilings with shelves the reach as high as they can. Books are in piles on coffee table before leather chairs and large windows let in light to show dust over some of them. He pushes some aside with his feet, distantly curious but barely caring enough to sit up properly. He glances at her, “What are you reading?” He asks in an attempt to appease his boredom.

She sighs, “It’s called Man’s Search For Meaning.”

He cocks his head, “Is it a self help book?” He mocks.

She scoffs, “You’re an idiot.”

He rolls his eyes, “You’re mean.” he points out.

“No.” She begins, “I dislike persistent human interaction, something I cannot get away from as long as you continue to be present in my life because your contract says you need to shadow me 24/7” she hisses.

There’s a pause and he points to her, “Mean.” He repeats.

She rolls her eyes.

He watches her read, the light from the window falling on her face like she’s waking up from a dream and her hair is tucked behind her ear. She flicks through the book like she’s hungry for some kind of intellect she can’t find in her everyday world and she bites her lip when she concentrates. “You’re staring again.” She states, not looking up from the pages.

He clicks his tongue, “I like the view.”

She looks up and raises and eyebrow, “Excuse me?”

He points to the window that overlooks le canal saint martin where trees grow along the pavement and provide shade to couples who sit on benches and watch the water flow. “Paris is beautiful.” He states with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes, “It’s famous for that.”

He cocks his head, “So are you.”

She sighs loudly and lays the book down against her lap. “Are you flirting with me?” She asks carefully.

He shrugs, “You’re pretty, we’re in Paris, might as well make the most of a bad situation.” he crosses his arms.

She shakes her head, “Your job is to protect me, not take me out.”

He sighs loudly, a grunt emitting from his throat, “Buzzkill.”

She stares at him a little longer, “You’re so unprofessional, there is no way you can protect me more than I can myself.”

“Wanna bet?” He replies without a beat.

“Do I get to go back to reading if I agree?” she says tiredly, rubbing her eyes.

He nods, “Pinky promise.”

She smirks slightly, “What’s the bet?”

He points to her, “You get a point every time you don’t need me, I get a point every time you do.”

She smiles, “You’re on.”

new york

They’re sitting in a red leather booth by the window. The floor is tiled black and white and there’s a rainbow coloured juke box in a corner where a Beatles song is playing over the speakers. She’s scarfing down a burger and the fluorescent lighting from the diner stings her eyes, it’s a contrast from the darkness outside. Jaehyun sits opposition her with his arms crossed to match the boredom on his face.

she glances at him, “Don’t look so glum.” she giggles with a childlike grin.

“You’re drunk.” he points out.

She giggles again, slurping from her milkshake and crossing a leg over the other. She’s wearing his jacket because she didn’t have one of her own and the velvet dress was too thin to keep any heat in. “You’re a buzzkill.” she retorts.

He purses his lips, “You’re an idiot.”

I’m a princess.” She reminds, wagging her finger back and forth.

He rolls his eyes, “You snuck out and went clubbing.”

She shrugs, “I like the music.” But her lip lifts into a smirk and he knows she’s still sober enough to be herself.

“You can’t ditch your security.” He repeats for what feels like the hundredth time.

She shakes her head, “I think you’ll find that I can, and I did.”

“It’s dangerous.” He enunciates, leaning forward.

She scoffs and waves him off, “The only dangerous thing about tonight is the blister on my foot.”

“Or-” he Interrupts, snatching her milkshake and taking a gulp, “The guy who followed you to the club, the one who nearly slipped something into your drink and the one who tried to hit on you.”

She frowns, “You’re the one who followed me to the club, you’re saying I was in danger of you?”

He pauses, narrowing his eyes, “You knew?” He asks.

She breathes a laugh, “Of course I knew, and what was wrong with the guy who tried to hit on me?” she adds absentmindedly, finally finishing off her burger.

He raises an eyebrow, “Really?” She just stares so he sighs and points to his wrist, “Gang tat on his arm.”

“Oh, a bad boy.” She giggled again, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

“A very bad boy.” He reminds.

She smiles like he’s the funniest guy on earth and he tries his best not to stare too long because she really is very beautiful. She picks up the menu again, scanning through the options, glancing at him every few seconds. She hesitates, opens her mouth a few times but doesn’t say anything.

She folds the menu and puts it down, “I have another theory.” She states.

He narrows his eyes, “Alright.” He nods.

She licks her lips and crosses her arms “You’re running away from something.”

He cocks his head and she thinks she’s getting somewhere, “Continue.”

She shrugs, “That’s all I’ve got. Maybe you fucked up, hurt someone or got hurt- I’ve seen the scar on your hip.”

His arms instinctively tighten together and he wrinkles his nose, “You been checking me out?” He smirks, trying to deflect.

She shrugs again, “I like the view.”

“Now princess, are you flirting with me?” he questions, leaning forward in his seat and pressing his forearms into the table.

He’s got this smile on his face like he knows what she’s going to say. She smiles back, like they’re drunk idiots at 4am eating junk food somewhere in the middle of new York. She wipes her lip with her thumb and rest her elbows on the table, her head resting in her hands. They’re close enough that she’s pretty sure he can heart her heart slamming against her rib cage, “You’re beautiful.” She murmurs.

He cocks his head, his hand reaching out and pushing the hair away from her face. He tucks it behind her ear and she sighs, closing her eyes, “You’re drunk.” He says sadly.

She giggles, only making everything crash down around them much faster, “‘Yes I’m drunk, and you’re beautiful. And tomorrow I’ll be sober-’

‘And you’ll still be beautiful.’” he finishes. He sighs, letting his hand drop, “Its late princess, let’s get you home.”

She smiles again when she sees his cheeks flushed red and as he leads her out of the diner, his hand is on the small of her back, trying to keep her steady. He tries his best not to touch her for too long in case he kisses her but he helps her climb into the car and she holds onto his hand a little too tight like she doesn’t want to let go of him.

He smiles.

Her: 1

Jaehyun: 1

She’s panting, sweat dripping down her forehead and her shirt clings to her body. She takes a swig of her water bottle and wipes her cheek, trying to cool herself down. She looks over the cliff, staring down into what seems like the abyss and smiles. She’s trekked all this distance, wading through the dirt and gravel and the grass that scratches her ankles while the sun beat down on her skin.

“I didn’t take you for a hiking person.” Jaehyun huffs out.

She chugs a gulp of water and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, “I wanted to try something new.”

He shakes his head and clicks his tongue, knowing full well she did it to get some space and, and sighs, “Right.”

“Anyway-” She shrugs, stepping over a rock, “This is fun.”

“Oh yeah, 1000° of fun.” he mocks sarcastically, wiping his forehead.

She scoffs, “I didn’t take you for a whiner.” She mutters.

He smirks, “Sexually or just in general?”

“You’re hilarious.” She says breathlessly, placing her hands on her hips as she stands straight, trying to get some air into her lungs. He keeps walking as she looks at the distant view of the city.

“You need to stop princess?” Jaehyun calls from ahead.

She swallows, looking up at him and shakes her head with a grin, “Not a chance.” She assures, jogging to catch up with him.

He’s not in his suit for once. They’re both in workout gear, trainers and T-shirts and sweat all over their bodies but they’re both smiling at each other as they continue to hike up the sandy hill. “I have a question.” he breathes heavily.

She keeps walking, “Okay.”

He takes a gulp of water, “Why are you off gallivanting the world with no specific purpose?”

“I have a purpose.” She points out nonchalantly.

“Care to share?” he asks curiously.

She shrugs, “I want to gallivant the world.”

He nods, “That’s a good argument.” He points out, almost impressed.

But he’s got this tone to his voice that makes her eyes narrow, “But you don’t believe me.” She states, wiping the sweat from her forehead again.

He smirks, “I don’t even think you believe you.”

She shrugs and keeps walking, “Okay, what do you think my purpose for doing all of this is?” she asks tiredly.

He follows after her, still sweating from everywhere, “I have one theory.” He states.

“Only one?” She replies, raising an eyebrow.

He sighs disappointingly, “Yes sorry, only one.”

She smiles softly, “Let’s hear it.” She orders.

He stops, taking a deep breath and placing his hands on his hips. He pants through his words and she stops next to him. “I think you’re running away from something.”

He waits for a reaction that never comes, she just keeps panting, stays silent and tries to regain her breath. She swallows, hands on her knees and shakes her head, “Aren’t we all?” She responds, standing upright and staring at him. “And that’s not a very original theory, I seem to remember using it myself.” She reminds.

He cocks his head, “And now you’re deflecting.”

She smirks, “Well aren’t you a smart one.” She says sarcastically with no tone of anger in her voice which tells him she’s not upset he’s starting to figure her out, maybe because she doesn’t think he’ll get very far.

“I think you don’t want to be queen, or princess even.” He adds, “I think this is your way of experiencing life outside of that.”

She almost rolls her eyes, “A child could have diagnosed that.” she starts to walk up the hill again, lugging her body up the steep slope.

He raises an eyebrow, “Diagnosed?” He calls after her.

“Yeah” she calls back, “It’s called the grass is always greener on the other side or um… wanting what you can’t have?” but there’s a hint of bitterness to her voice and he knows she’s annoyed.

“And what you want is a normal life.” He states.

She narrows her eyes and stops walking, her hands on her hips. She takes a deep breath and sighs. She hesitates telling him, she’s not the kind to complain but she feels like he needs to understand her. She swallows, “You’ve seen my life; the glitz and glam and everything that goes on behind it. I was never in line for the throne so for a while, I knew what it was like to have none of that. I went to school, I was a bartender i…” She pauses, her eyebrows furrowed like she really needs an honest answer. “I never wanted to be princess, and then suddenly my uncle dies and my mum becomes… I’m thrown into this limelight, I had no choice in that!” She says louder, like she’s getting riled up, “I thought I could get used to it, if I pretend enough it’ll become reality right?” She takes a breath, looking away from him and watching the birds fly over the distant cliffs, “But I know this isn’t where I’m supposed to be.” she mutters.

He cocks his head, “You’re thinking about this the wrong way.” He points out, moving to stand closer to her. “We’re in the 21st century, you can be anything you want. You can be princess and have a job, you can go to school and rule a country. The possibilities are limitless! You could buy your own bar and work for yourself.” He pauses, “People look up to you princess. Show them what you got.”

She smiles softly, feeling uplifted into a new realm of thought. But she doesn’t tell him, only shoves him away with a giggle and takes off running towards the summit of the cliff- “Last one there’s a rotten egg!” she cries behind her.

Jae smiles softly and shakes his head, this girl.

Her: 2

Jaehyun: 1

(She beats him, she thinks that deserves a point no matter what)

part: one | two

Autism Vs Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder: Is This ASD or PTSD ?

@askaboutautism and @undiagnosedautismfeels have gotten quite a few questions regarding autism and PTSD, specifically ones asking about the differences and how to tell if you’re autistic if you’ve also got PTSD. I had troubling finding resources that clearly laid out how the two could look like each other, and also what the differences were when I was first researching autism. It make figuring things out rather difficult. I also got a positive response when asking if anyone would be interested in a post like this, so as an autistic with PTSD, I’ve written up this post.

This post is written with PTSD caused by chronic or long-term trauma (often called Complex or C-PTSD, but is not officially recognized as a dx in the DSM 5) in mind, and obviously influenced by my PTSD. My official dx is PTSD (chronic per the DSM IV and still included on my records as of 2017 for some reason) with dissociative symptoms.

So, here’s the Diagnostic criteria for Autism Spectrum Disorder pulled off the CDC website. With examples of both how PTSD could resemble the ASD criteria, and how being autistic would fulfill the criteria. These are by no means exhaustive or iron-clad, they are simply a starting point.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

What about Draco, what would you do if you were put in a situation where a really hot guy flirts with Harry?

Draco: Oh, I’ve been in enough of those situations. If there’s at all a down side to to being married to an internationally revered hero, it’s that people never hesitate to show him just how much they love him

Harry: He handles it a lot better than I do, to be honest.

Draco: Well, I can hardly go around breaking bones like someone I know does. *kisses Harry’s cheek when he hangs his head* Actually, since Harry and I are almost always together when we’re out in public, I don’t have to do much. 

Harry: He gives them his best glare and they… vaporize.

Draco: And Harry helps with his ever-reliable PDA. 

Harry: There was this one time he–

Draco: Oh shit.

Harry: –he slipped in between me and this guy who’d backed me up against the wall–

Draco: He was a tiny little thing, I don’t know how you let him corner you like that!

Harry: –he poked a finger into the man’s chest and made this… hissing sound. That’s literally all it took for that, until that point, very persistent bloke to simply disappear. 

Draco: *smug bristling*

Harry: And then he angry-snogged me for a full ten minutes.


Shadowhunters made the worst patients.

Magnus had experience with Shadowhunters even before his sudden involvement in the Brooklyn kids, and he’d always known that healing Shadowhunters was the warlock equivalent of attempting surgery on someone who wasn’t sedated.

They could not calm down. For some inexplicable reason it ran in their blood, the need to constantly get up despite broken bones or newly stitched wounds was innate in all of them. Plus, most of their injuries were fixable by their own hands, so those that they needed Magnus’ help with were usually pretty severe and sometimes exhausting to fix.

Jace Wayland was no exception.

“Please lay down, dear, you’re making this harder than it needs to be.” Magnus pleaded, watching the blonde Shadowhunter struggle to sit upright on his sofa.

“You…said…you already got the…poison out.” Jace huffed, wiping a hand across his glistening forehead. “I need to…figure out who…who…”

“I got it out, but you’re still going to feel the effects. You can’t even think straight.” Magnus insisted, putting his hands to Jace’s shoulders and gently easing him down against the plump pillow that he’d brought in from the guest bed. “You need rest. Alec and Izzy are out investigating who poisoned you.”

“They could be attacked.” Jace croaked, finally having caught his breath now that he was resting horizontally. “I should be with them.”

“They are more than capable. That tracking method that Isabelle figured out is really working. They should be able to find whoever did this and take them out.” Magnus assured him. He watched Jace mentally battle himself, trying to figure out what the best option was for himself and his siblings. Finally he seemed to give up, probably knowing that his feverish brain and body wouldn’t cooperate long enough to even get him out the front door.

“Isabelle is so smart.” Jace mumbled. His eyes were glazed over a bit, his vision cast in the direction of the far left wall. His fever was making him a little out of it.

“That she is.” Magnus agreed, casting a cooling spell over Jace’s body. He watched Jace visibly relax, his stiff posture melting away. His fists unclenched. “Good boy. Just relax.”

“What’s that light?” Jace asked, his hand moving up to point vaguely in the direction of the far wall.

“Hmm?” Magnus wasn’t entirely paying attention. He was trying to remember the potion he had for fevers that wouldn’t make Jace any more zoned out than he already was. There was one with werewolf claw, Dravak scales, but did he have enough scales? He would have to check the–

“Magnus what is that?” Jace interrupted his thoughts again, persistently pointing at the wall. Magnus glanced up and felt his heart sink when he saw the gleaming red light on the wall.

“Oh no.” He muttered, standing up.

His far wall was made up of a collection of nearly two-hundred little glass vials. Each vial represented a Downworlder that he cared about, containing a piece of identification that Magnus hexed specifically so that he could keep track of them and how they were doing. They contained fingernail clippings, fur, scales, anything. And when one of his Downworlders wasn’t doing well, their vial lit up red.

He hurried over and pulled the glowing vial off the wall, his heart sinking when he saw the contents: a few wispy strands of brown hair.


“Jace, have you seen Simon recently?” Magnus asked, already pulling out his phone and scrolling through his contacts. The Shadowhunter looked much more alert now, and he sat up straighter against his pillow.

“Not in a few nights. Why? What’s wrong?”

“He might be in trouble.” Magnus murmured worriedly. He looked over at Jace, whose face was clenched with pain and pressure from sitting upright again. “Lay down, blondie. It’s alright.”

He called Simon, pacing the length of his living room as the phone rang and rang and rang. Voicemail. Magnus pressed the call button again, refusing to give up. Nothing. Panic was beginning to swell in his stomach as he pressed call again.

“Just stay there, Jace.” Magnus said soothingly as he began to conjure a portal with his free hand. “I’ll be right back.”

“Is he okay?” Jace asked, sounding alarmed.

“We’ll see.” Magnus murmured, stepping through the portal. He was spit out into the boat house, which he’d only seen once when he’d taken Simon home from India. The place was considerably more spruced up now than it had been, which only served to make Magnus a little sad. He didn’t want Simon to have to make an old boathouse into a home.

He looked around, spotting Simon’s buzzing phone on a pea green chair in the makeshift living room that Simon had made. He moved forward, noticing with horror that Simon was on the floor, curled up behind the chair with a blanket wrapped around his body.

He was shivering noticeably, and there was blood around his mouth. Magnus looked to the side and saw a pool of blood on the ground, presumably where Simon had been sick.

Magnus tentatively put a hand to Simon’s shoulder, and the young vampire flinched.

“It’s just me, Simon.” Magnus whispered. “It’s Magnus.”

“M–Magnus.” Simon all but whimpered. “S’mthing’s wrong.”

“Don’t worry, darling.” Magnus pulled him gently up into a sitting position. He stretched his arms under Simon’s shoulders and knees and carefully lifted him. The fledgling’s skin was hot, hotter than a vampire’s should be. Magnus had no idea what was afflicting him, because it was pretty difficult to make a vampire sick. “We’re going to my place, okay? We’re going through a portal. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Simon clutched at Magnus’ shirt tightly, and the warlock took that as a sign that he was ready. He hurried to the portal and stepped through, aware the entire time of Simon’s state.

Jace had not laid back down, and when he saw Simon he attempted to stand up entirely.

“Is he okay? What the hell happened?” Jace prodded. He had to lean heavily against the arm of the couch to keep himself steady, and Magnus had to stop to think. He needed access to his potions, which were already set out on the coffee table. Both boys should be laying down, but Simon needed it more.

“Jace, sit.” He instructed, pointing at the armchair adjacent from the sofa. He eased Simon down to the now vacated sofa, untangling the blanket from his body and laying it neatly over him.

“What’s wrong with him?” Jace pressed.

“I don’t know yet.” Magnus murmured, praying to God that Jace would just shut up and let him sort things out. He put a hand to Simon’s cheek, trying to get the boy to stir. “Simon? Come on, sunshine, wake up.”

His eyelids flickered open and struggle to stay that way. Magnus pressed a palm to Simon’s forehead and winced, trying to piece everything together in his head. Vampires only ran fevers when they were injured or poisoned by tainted blood. He didn’t see any outward injuries on Simon, and he was pretty sure Simon knew better than to just drink any blood he found.

“Simon, where did you get the last blood you drank?” Magnus asked, shaking his shoulder slightly to make him more alert.

“Raphael.” Simon rasped.

Simon and Raphael were on better terms now, having talked everything out and reached a tentative peace treaty. Raphael still wasn’t crazy about Simon, but he was supplying him blood and making sure he was safe. Magnus knew that Raphael would never give Simon, or really any innocent vampire, poisoned blood. So what was it?

“What hurts?” Magnus asked, resorting to his go-to question when he wasn’t sure what was wrong.

“Everything.” Simon croaked weakly. He was curled up into a tight ball, a hand pressed flat to his midsection. “It’s like a burning–everywhere. Happened really suddenly.”

“Sounds like what happened with me.” Jace remarked softly, and Magnus looked up to meet his gaze. He was right. The symptoms, the fever, the pain. It was all the exact same situation that he’d been in an hour earlier with Jace.

“Simon,” Magnus put a hand to his face again and forced him awake. “Did anyone have access to your blood? Anyone except Raphael? Or did anyone you didn’t know get anywhere near you in the last twenty-four hours?”

“No.” Simon mumbled. “Stayed at the boathouse. All day. Got my blood straight from R–Raphael. I’m cold, Magnus.”

“Here.” Jace tossed the blanket that was draped over the armchair to Magnus, who covered Simon with it. “Magnus, maybe it’s the same thing?”

“It can’t be.” Magnus muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “You were poisoned because someone infiltrated the Institute. Someone is after you, probably someone working for Valentine. They had a plan and they executed it. Why would someone poison Simon? And how would they even know how to find him?”

Jace shook his head, clearly as puzzled as Magnus. He absentmindedly wiped at his forehead, and Magnus noticed the pink tint to his cheeks. He waved his hand to cast another cooling spell, the first one clearly having worn off.

And then Simon relaxed on the couch, the flush to his face fading.

“Hey,” Magnus sat up straighter, “the cooling spell just worked on him.”

“What?” Jace mumbled. “Did it like, get onto him too?”

“That’s not how it works.” Magnus said. He watched in wonderment as Simon kicked the blanket away, now shivering with the added coolness. “Uh. So. Simon, when did the pain start?”

“Coupl’a hours ago.”

Magnus nearly laughed. “It’s the blood. He can feel what you feel.”

“No way.”

“The pain, the spell.” Magnus counted them off on his fingers. “You’re connected now. He can feel what you feel.”

There was a silence. Jace seemed to accept this, sitting back in his chair and simply shutting his eyes. He was probably to exhausted to think much about the situation. Simon’s eyelids flickered open again and he looked in Jace’s direction.

“Please don’t get poisoned again.”

Alec returned in the morning, and Magnus showed him his discovery. He had both boys sleeping in one of the wide four-poster beds in the guest room. They didn’t put up much of a fight about sharing a bed, considering they were both exhausted and sick. Plus, Magnus expected there was something that linked the boys that was a bit stronger than the shared blood.

“So it’s like Simon is your parabatai now, too!” Magnus teased, nudging Alec.

“No. Nope. It’s not.”

Simon slept for a long time, and when he woke up he was still clearly feeling shaky. But he was coherent enough to talk, which was an improvement from the night before.

Magnus had him propped up on the couch, sipping blood through a Sonic cup, while he explained the entire link as well as he could. Simon seemed unphased.

“Look, Jace is very reckless.” Magnus told Simon. “So you’re going to be in pain probably like, a lot. And when that happens you need to call me, rather than just laying on the floor of the boathouse. Alright?”

“I didn’t wanna bother you.” Simon said with a half-hearted shrug. “Like everyone always does.”

“It’s not a bother to take care of my family.” Magnus promised, running a hand through Simon’s hair. “Call me next time, sunshine. Alright?”

Simon rolled his eyes at the pet name, but he nodded. “Alright. I’m gonna go back to bed, okay?”

“No problem. You can pick any guest room you’d like, I just put you with Jace last night for convenience.”

Simon nodded and got up, and Magnus watched him shuffle into the room that Jace still slept in. He peeked in a few minutes later and smiled when he saw the boys curled up together, the same peaceful expression on both their faces.

karasuno magic au
  • ukai is a fire elemental. he uses magic to light his cigs mostly. tbh he doesn’t see any reason to go parading his magic around.
  • takeda is a seer–the visions come and they go and they creep the team out but takeda always takes it in stride
  • daichi specializes half in shielding magic, which requires strong will and concentration, and half in earth elemental magic
  • suga specializes in illusionary magic and isn’t to be trusted ever
  • asahi specializes in nature magic because he is a soft boy who likes to talk to the trees
  • kiyoko specializes in ice magic which everyone agrees just makes her all the cooler
  • ennoshita specializes in hypnotic/mind control spells and is to be feared always
  • tanaka specializes in wind magic–wild, uncontrollable and free-spirited
  • nishinoya specializes in lighting magic to the surprise of absolutely no one
  • kinoshita specializes in transformation magic
  • narita specializes in puppeteering magic
  • hinata specializes in light/light-energy magic (like the literal sun)
  • kageyama specializes in fusion spells, he’s actually something of a genius at it–most fusion spells take immense concentration and control but kageyama kind of can just… do it? but while he can fuse spells by himself amazingly, pairing up is a different story…
  • yachi specializes in summoning magic but very unfortunately most of the things she summons terrify the shit out of the poor bean
  • yamaguchi specializes in curses/voodoo so do not let those freckles fool you–though he’s not exactly perfect at it yet so it’s good to have tsukki around when he practices
  • tsukishima specializes in spirit magics (like healing, purification/nullification, spirit protections/wards, astral projection)–essentially spells that don’t take great talent but do take great concentration, precision, and a degree of stubborn persistence to learn
  • tbh hinata’s specialization at this point in time is basically blowing things up and/or accidentally blinding people temporarily
  • yamaguchi’s is “accidentally” cursing people and letting tsukishima nullify it and clean it up sorry tsukki
  • ok to be fair most of the curses are actually accidental
  • kinoshita has definitely not transformed into a giant fucking spider to scare tanaka before come on he would never
  • yachi summons creatures by completely visualizing them in her head, drawing them, then chanting a spell to bring them to life but something always goes wrong and that is definitely not what i wanted and ohgodit’sgonnaeatmehelp
  • tsukishima is the team healer and it really only serves to make him more bitter
  • to the shock of no one, hinata and kageyama are the first of the first years to master broomless flying
  • “how is it that he can’t cast a single spell but he can fly just like that?”
  • “don’t question it, yamaguchi. you’ll give yourself a headache trying to wrap ur head around that idiot.”
  • tsukishima, yachi, suga, and asahi are also all very good at potion-making/herbology
  • however while tsukishima, yachi, and asahi are usually more into the healing aspects of potions making…
  • lol what I’m hinting at is that suga is adept at making poisons
  • suga is never ever to be trusted ever
  • that’s not to say he’s the only poison enthusiast. tsukishima dabbles. though he normally works with restorative substances, he isn’t above admitting that he finds poisons very appealing interesting purely from an academic standpoint because he has no one he wants to kill no sir
  • surprisingly, yachi also thinks its cool but has only ever read about it. she’s too nervous to try her hand at it because omg what if i drop some into the school’s main water supply and kILL EVERYONE?!
  • when kageyama’s spells work out, it’s great. when he loses focus while casting however, well…
  • you know the saying, “the bigger they are the bigger of an explosion they make when the spell goes awry because a certain short redhead just had to jump me while i was casting”
  • tsukishima wants to know why kageyama and hinata whine so much when he’s inevitably the one that has to deal with the fallout
  • he just thought healing magic was super cool. knitting tissue together in the blink of an eye? how cool is that?
  • if he’d have known he would have to spend his days healing up dinguses he would never have taken up spirit healing
  • karasuno rule #967: do not take noya swimming, he will randomly discharge while excited
  • also that one time tanaka blew himself two towns over while trying to show off to the first years and it took the whole practice and one of takeda’s visions to find him

OUAT is impenetrable to the point of parody and yet Robert Carlyle persists, constantly bringing a level of acting this show absolutely does not deserve. This man is doing Work here. I hope he is getting paid by the truck full. Hard carry by Robert Carlyle, the fucking Boxer The Horse of ABC/Disney. 

In the Service of the Princess

Author’s Note: Guess what I’ve been worshipping playing for the past month. Heavy spoilers ahead

Series: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Pairing: Zelda/Link

Length: 1550 words

Rating: Safe

Her Appointed Knight.

That’s what her father called him. What he was assigned to, with virtually little to no say in the matter from her. Zelda didn’t ask to be defended. Nor did she want to be a bystander; considered a vulnerable liability in a war.

And now she had a living reminder of that, following her around at every turn.

Goddess Hylia must have had a cruel sense of humor. Her father as well. He considers this boy to be the royal knight who was destined to seal the darkness plaguing their lands? He was hardly her age, much less her height. One of few words, that much she was thankful. Zelda could hardly stomach the idea of him boasting of his status, his knightdom handpicked by the king of Hyrule himself and (to her dismay) blessed by her.

That was Revali’s job, after all.

This Link was surely going to be the bigger grievance than Calamity Ganon at this point.

The knight was persistent, she’ll give him that.

She knew her father didn’t take too kindly to her inquisitive nature. That must have been part of the reason why he assigned the knight to her side; to discourage her from conducting her research. That didn’t stop the princess, not while a threat was looming right at their doorstep.

Zelda was resourceful. Many a time, she’d given him the slip, off to Purah’s lab to continue their research of the Sheikah technology. Discovering the mysteries of the Sheikah Slate, learning more of the robots and such, it made her giddy as a child. She’d excitedly arrive at the lab…

…Only to find him. Having tea with the 6-year-old Sheikah, no less.

He said nothing, allowing his “innocent” smile and ignorant casualness to speak for him. She must have been getting predictable.

Zelda was starting to think that her father was torturing her.

Li-…The Knight was no slouch in combat.

For one who lacked in size, he made up for in skill. Zelda watched as the boy overpowered two of the castle’s royal guard. For a sparring match, neither of the two were able to make a scratch. Zelda couldn’t tell if this was saying something for the castle’s guards as a whole. She watched as the boy wielded that sword with deadly accuracy. He was going easy on them.

Zelda scolded herself for concerning herself with the boy. He was her knight and nothing less.

Zelda didn’t expect him to be so…compliant with her research.

Since the boy had persisted in accompanying her wherever she went, Zelda decided to make the most out of it, testing some of her more…outlandish theories.

She expected him to decline, better yet, leave her to her own devices but the knight surprised her. Wordlessly as always, he’d sit with her and listen to her prattle on about the properties of monster parts and the sciences of wild animals. She even somehow got him to taste a frog of all things!

Yet, Zelda felt…something, a feeling inexplicable even to her, when he remained with her

Another lecture from Father about “The duties of the Princess”.

Had it never occurred to him that finding ways to improve the castle’s guards was something that should be considered one of her duties? Why was she the only one who saw the importance in using Elixirs? Now she was down another book on recipes.

Her knight stopped by her room, no doubt sent by the King to ensure that she sulks in safety. Though he seemed to be grinning wider than usual. It took Zelda a moment before she realized that the boy had indeed had a present for her.

Zelda couldn’t believe her eyes as he’d brought her the very same book. Did he sneak past the Sheikah guards just to get it? He offered her the book with a smile, watching her face light up. Zelda hatched an idea. She sat the boy down next to her, moving to the shelves and cupboards of her room to reveal an assortment of glasses with multicolored liquids. Zelda excitedly swiped the book from his hands.

“Now then, Knig-er…Link, elixirs have the potential to turn the tide in any battle. Here’s what you should know…”

“Clock’s ticking, princess.”

“Yes, I know. These divine beasts are proving to be much harder to control than I-”

Urbosa chuckled, leaving Zelda to gaze at her in confusion. “Not what I meant, Zel.” From their perch atop Naboris, the Gerudo warrior pointed at the tiny speck of a warrior just below them, traversing the desert sands in nonchalance.

Zelda knew exactly what Urbosa was alluding to but she stubbornly feigned ignorance.

She shot her a knowing smile. “I see you’ve started warming up to him.”

“Well…” she stuttered, looking away from Urbosa who saw straight through her. “He’s…proven himself.”

“Mhmm?” the Gerudo rested her head on her arm. She decided not to comment on the fact that Zelda was now blatantly staring at Link.

The princess crossed her arms. “I-I don’t know what you could possibly be referring to.”

Urbosa’s smile grew wider. “Take it from a Gerudo. With a prize like that, I wouldn’t wait around.” she didn’t wait for the princess to respond, giving her a sly wink and leaving Zelda to her intrusive thoughts.

She was a princess! She had no time to spend on such frivolities as courtship! Not while a great evil was just at their doorstep. Besides, Link of all people? That seemed incredulous at best. He probably wouldn’t feel the same way.

Would he?

Zelda shuddered.

She was unsure if that was due to anticipation or anxiety. All of her hopes, prayers, and studies lead to this singular moment.

The path she stood before them lead up to Mount Lanayru. The Spring of Wisdom, Zelda’s last chance of awakening her true potential, was waiting for her. Today was the day of her awakening, yet…

She couldn’t move.

Her body tensed, hearing the disapproving voice of her father, the whispers of the knights and residents from the castle, all those who told her that her motivations were naught but a fantasy. Her legs refused to move and her stomach churned.

However, one force managed to repel those fears.

The reassuring touch of her knight dissipated all of Zelda’s worries. One look towards Link’s smile and Zelda no longer felt alone.

“I’m alright,” she said, returning his smile, “I think I’m ready now.”

Link nodded as they began their trek up the mountain.

The rain was heavy.

The smell of fire and ash burned her lungs.

Her eyes were momentarily blinded by crimson before hearing the beeping targeting system native to the Guardians. Zelda watched in horror as Link, weakened and injured was caught in its sights.

Link, who devoted himself to her well-being, even when she pushed him away.

Link, who willfully allowed himself to be a guinea pig for her outlandish experiments.

Link, who stood by her through her best and her worst.

Zelda didn’t hesitate. She was not about to lose him.

Not like this.

In moments, all she saw was white, a glowing symbol formed at the back of her palm and all the autonomous threats were destroyed.

Zelda could hear Link behind her, groaning weakly before collapsing. She turned to him, mortified as he writhed in pain. She ran to his side, assuring him that he was going to be fine. She didn’t know if she was trying to convince him or herself.

They had all come so far. They had prepared for all of this. How did it all go wrong?


He was her knight.

The one to bring peace to Hyrule.

Zelda would be damned if she was about to let him slip through her fingers.

The other heroes were out there, using their divine beasts to push back Ganon’s corruption. That was all they can do and it was all they needed to do. To delay Ganon’s evil, buy Link more time and ensure that he recovers.

Zelda needed to see him. Just one last time.

He was asleep in his pod, his wounds deep but healing, ever so slowly. He looked…peaceful. The last she seen of him, Link was battered and beaten, trying to speak but his injuries getting the better of him, slipping into unconsciousness. The nightmarish memory was still fresh in her mind. Tears streamed from her face.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

All the preparation, all the training, and for what? Their weapons turned on them, her castle was now the enemy’s fortress and the hero that was meant to end it all was defeated.


Not defeated.

Not yet.

Zelda looked to her right hand, still glowing with the symbol of the Triforce, the power she used to give the kingdom one last chance, to give him one last chance. She knew what had to be done.

One last look to her knight. Her hand brushed along his warm face.

Wait for me, Link.

The Raven King, Chapter 3 – Andrew Does Shit No One Expects Him To, Pt. 1

In which we prepare for more Serious Orange Sportsball Business, the picture-perfect princess quote happens, Andrew develops new levels of Interesting™, Kevin is a Grade A jealous boyfriend, and have I mentioned I love Wymack enough recently?

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{ five’s company // ch. 10 }

a/n: mostly fluff tbh…sorry this took so long! enjoy! 

t/w: mentions of anxiety, hints at jefferson + your ex boyfriend being gross (but it’s not a lot), implication of sex (but there’s no scene)

french used:

je vais bien - i’m fine

mes amours - my loves

mon coeur - my heart

mon cher - my dear


You were thankful to be seated with your boys and the Washingtons’. Angelica and her husband too were seated at the same table as you as well.

Mr. Madison and Mr. Jefferson were no where in sight, making both you and Alex feel better for different reasons. 

You sat in-between Herc and Laf, since you hadn’t really seen them the whole night. They happily accommodated you, sneaking little kisses every so often when it was appropriate. 

You reached for Laf’s hand underneath the table. Gave it a comforting squeeze. He smiled down at you. The smile was a little tight, almost a little worried, but he hoped you didn’t notice.

You did, but you reassured him the night was almost over. You’d get to go home soon.

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Whenever El sees Mike, she makes it a point of smoothing down that one persistent bit of hair that sticks up at the back of his head; it’s become a running gag between them. When he picks her up for a date, in between classes during high school, in the future as they bustle off to work in the mornings. Still, that bit of hair persists and it’s one of El’s (many) favourite things about Mike.

learning curve

kirigakure hotaru x mc (misaki kasagi)

a/n: so this prompt was a little harder for me to fill, simply because i can’t imagine hotaru and the mc being anything other than kind to each other, really. but, i finally got a scenario down that i think fits – so, here it is! number 31 - “you may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.” @jemchew and @demon-princess-anastasia​ you have a lot to catch up on with this cutie especially~

As far as ninja go, he has lived a very sheltered life. More for others’s safety than his own, but the fact still remains—he is made of gentler stuff than his siblings, and, arguably, less clever.

Maybe he’s too blunt. That’s what people tell him, anyways. He just says or does whatever he wants.

Which he thought was a good thing — being assertive, letting people know how he feels — until Misaki is suddenly struggling hard in his arms and trying to get back to the kitchen. He can’t help but frown at how badly she seems to want to leave him; hasn’t she missed him? He missed her. He misses her even when she just looks away from him.

“Hotaru, stop being stupid! Put me down! The food is going to burn!” She sounds panicked, so he decides to let her go, tailing her as she runs to the kitchen as fast as her feet will take her.

Sure enough, the kitchen smells just slightly like burning food when they arrive, and she is quick to take the meal away from the fire. He watches, carefully, from the doorway as she lifts the lid off the pot, using a spoon to stir the food around. She seems to be holding her breath as she does it. He isn’t sure why.

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anonymous asked:

I don't want them to be messing with us all these jokes and constant mentions about reysky especially today are getting my hopes up.

You know what? I want to help you maintain your hope, so I’m going to give you the best answer I can come up with at this very moment. It’s lengthy, but I think it’s just what you need.

I look at it as a way of telling us that Rey Skywalker is endgame (biologically or adopted and honored), and that we should not be overthinking this and having more fun. Of course, because of the actors’ NDA, they simply cannot confirm or deny anything. It doesn’t mean they can’t troll us from a certain point of view! ;)

Our reaction to Rey’s mysterious lineage was not what LucasFilm expected, at least not in the massive scale as it is currently. It is out of control, and it has reached a point where some people believe that her being a Skywalker weakens her character, but I do not believe it so.

I think people are fatigued by the obvious, because it was supposed to BE obvious. Rey’s lineage is not the twist here, if we search for one.

Why do I believe this?

1st: The lineage twist is infamous and predictable because of The Empire Strikes Back. To repeat the same twist in Rey’s lineage is not a solid execution on the writer’s part, and it would look extremely lazy in terms of story development, where it becomes the shock value that usually is required to allow conflict and growth to the character(s) involved. When Kylo Ren was revealed to be Ben Solo, it was revealed in a nonchalant manner, placing the shock value on the emotional and dark decision of the patricide he committed. Lineage was not his shock value, so why should Rey be different? Why not focus more on her actions and its impact on others, like the fandom often speculates with Kylo’s? Rey Skywalker gives that breath of ease, because it will not require a lot of backstory.

This is why I don’t always believe when other theorists claim that Rey coming from a different lineage will make her more interesting and impactful, because then they’re committing the same actions they accuse others of: Placing Rey’s importance according to her bloodline. Her actions often come second in these speculations, and that is unfortunate. What is worse is that there is even less evidence that strongly supports them. What is ugly is that few (thankfully) imply their desire for Rey to step down as the protagonist and place Kylo Ren in that position.

JJ Abrams himself has since commented that there was simply not enough time to reveal everything in one episode, and left Rian Johnson to develop Rey’s story even further. It’s a risk they chose, to keep the dialogue involving Rey’s lineage for TLJ and beyond, to give TFA more focus on the overall plot. The one scene Abrams got away with is when Rey encountered Luke. The central character of this trilogy, Luke Skywalker, always knows who Rey is.

2nd: Daisy Ridley. She has stated in the past that the visual context in The Force Awakens make it obvious who is Rey. Now, is this in reference of imagery or dialogue? This is still unknown.

If we look at the imagery for Rey in TFA, it remarkably parallels her to Anakin and Luke’s respective journeys, both being Skywalkers. Her appearance eerily resembles Shmi Skywalker. The bracelet on her left arm, the clothes, her beauty. All of it is simply remarkable and just cannot be a simple coincidence.

Maz’s quote refers to a ”whomever”, meaning there is no regard if it’s a person or people. Maz doesn’t know who Rey is waiting for, she simply wants her to stop the urge of returning to Jakku when there is nothing there for Rey. Her true destiny lies with Luke, where the light is guiding her through the Skywalker lightsaber, to which it called to her.

Also, the light. I think this is Anakin Skywalker through the force.

The lightsaber went to Rey not because she is stronger in the force than Kylo Ren, but because Ren rejected the light, thus making him no longer a “worthy” candidate to lead the path of the Skywalker legacy. He chose to worship Vader’s legacy. How is Rey a Skywalker because of this?

Because the Sequel Trilogy was not going to be about Anakin’s only grandchild, it was always going to be about Anakin’s grandchildren. The lightsaber rejected a confirmed character with Skywalker blood, to someone that believes herself to be a nobody. It’s the classical hero’s journey, and it’s awesome.

The music made by the brilliant Sir John Williams parallels Rey to the Skywalkers. He’s one of us, did you know that? He believes that Rey is a Skywalker too. It’s very important to add that if it wasn’t because of Rey, John Williams would have not return to score for The Last Jedi; it’s his favorite character in Star Wars. Listen to The Jedi Steps and you’ll see how Luke and Rey’s theme blend in as one wholesome melody. It’s magnificent.

3rd and last one for now: Rey was kidnapped from her clan. The abandonment of her on Jakku is most likely the “twist” because I don’t think it was part of the kidnapping. Something happened along the process, and we do not have this information, or anything involving Rey and the reasons of why she’s there. This was strongly implied by JJ Abrams in the 3D Blu-Ray edition’s film commentary.

It means what I’ve believed for a while: Rey is an unreliable narrator. She does not remember her parents, or who left her there. According to the books, she believes she was left there by “mistake”, but how is she certain? She believes her people will return, but who are these people if she doesn’t even remember them? I think that when we read or see Rey’s point of view, we are observing a persistent projection of her post-traumatic stress symptoms and other emotional traumas. I’ll cut her some slack and remind you that she did heard a (male, apparently) voice (in the novelization) promising her that the person was going to return for her. Why was this cut from the film? My answer is: It would have been obvious.


I hope this helped you out. Keep the faith alive!

A detail I want to speculate with you: When Rey hears the male voice, this does not necessarily mean that the person was there physically with her at the time of her kidnapping or abandonment. Like Rey’s dreams with the ocean on Ach-To, this voice was speaking through the force. She may have been hearing this voice (in her dreams) when she was already on Jakku and could not pinpoint what and who it was.