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The Friendly Wager (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,608 (went really overboard)

Warnings: language, lots of bad language, fluff, sarcasm, drinking, implied drunkenness, angst, regret, hangover, confrontation, stupid feelings are stupid yeah?

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

Second to last part! Tags are closed. I loved all your messages so much!

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Originally posted by captaincentenarian

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post s4 finale fic rec

in order to get through this eight month hiatus, i’ve compiled a list of awesome post finale bellarke fics. word counts are included (unless they’re works in progress, and in that case they’re labeled wip and will be changed when complete), and any warnings that the author provides i also do. this will be updated continuously throughout the hiatus (hence the read more), so make sure to check back under the cut here every once in a while. if you find or write one that’s not on here, pm me and i’ll make sure to put it on the rec list.

happy hiatus!

So Much Closer by apanoplyofsong

There are three types of reunions for Bellamy and Clarke. — wc: 1669

the second hand unwinds by HawthorneWhisperer

A ‘what if the radio worked?’ fic (warning: depression/suicide mention)  — wc: 7803

tender is the night by twilightstargazer

a five year separation and everything that comes with it.  — wc: 7458

And It’s Like No Time Has Passed by Kacka

Bellamy is back on the ground, and he’s just how Clarke remembers him, if a little more grown up. — wc: 2769

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The Library

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Uh the dark, being locked in a building, idk

Word Count: 1950ish

A/N: As I said before, I don’t write smut so sorry about that and sorry for the long wait but I just got out of school so I was taking a little break. I did deviate from the request a little bit but I hope I did your request justice!

Originally posted by starkquinzel

The library was utterly silent, nothing but the clicks of the computers and the crinkles of the pages turning in a book. It was the perfect place for you and Peter, your boyfriend, to study for the finals that were next week. An additional bonus was the corner that virtually no one knew about unless they really looked for it. It was tucked behind two bookcases that cut across a corner diagonally, leaving only a small gap to the right of them wide enough for a person to squeeze through. Rarely ever was there someone near that corner looking for books. And if they were looking, the only they would find are the textbooks that dated back to the 1990’s.

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Midnight Luxe  {Part 5}

Originally posted by vkookie-trash

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: angst, fashion designer Jungkook AU,

Summary:  Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook, the alluringly beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces.

Inspired by the anime/manga Paradise Kiss ♥

The feeling of his hands on you made your heart freeze. His touch sent electric shocks convulsing throughout your body until you felt as if you might explode.

 You hadn’t realised things had gotten this bad. You hadn’t realised that you already liked Jungkook far too much.

 And now you were almost certainly in far too deep to back out.

 The tape measure pressed again your waist almost painfully, the tight band constricted your breathing but you made no complaint. Carefully, Jungkook read each measurement he got from various parts of your body and scribbled them down on a lined page in a little red notebook.

 The way he furrowed his eyebrows as he concentrated, so completely dedicated to getting the absolute perfect measurements from you, was addicting to look at. You didn’t need to worry about him catching you staring at him so awestruck, he was so intensely focused on what he was doing that you doubted he would look up even if a giant meteorite hit earth.

 You quickly realised you loved watching him whilst he worked. You loved to see how truly passionate he was about what he did, you loved the ways his eyes glowed with an adoration for his craft. When he was working, he seemed more alive than ever.

 You took a few deep breaths in an attempt to remain calm. If he caught on to the fact that you had even the slightest hint of feelings for him, well, you weren’t too sure exactly what would happen but you’d decided that it wasn’t something you wanted to find out. You couldn’t let feelings get in the way.

 “Okay, I’m almost done,” he said, finally loosening the tape measure from your waist after what felt like forever, You were sure it must have left a red mark from where it had been wrapped around you so tightly.

 Jungkook was wearing a pinstripe suit and on anyone else, you were sure you would have laughed at them for wearing such attire in a casual situation. But it was Jungkook. Everything he wore seemed unquestionably fitting and he pulled it all off with such elegance. He was breathtaking.

 “Great, what’s left for you to measure?” you asked.

 “Your bust.”

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“I’m lost without you...” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

#8. Going through a crisis together.

This is not a funny story, but after all the fluffiness I wrote lately, I wanted to write something…kinda sad. Not the angstiest story I ever written but…just not just fluff. There’s still some fluffy moments though, and maybe you won’t find it sad at all, maybe it won’t touch you (and didn’t proofread because of reasons), it’s also maybe a bit (a lot) cheesy but…Oh well, hope you’ll still like it :


-You have to choose mister Wayne.

-I…I can’t…how…how am I suppose to…

-If you don’t, they will both die. It’s as simple as that, you have to take a decision. Now. 

Bruce’s head is spinning, and he cannot hear anything else but the fast beating of his heart. Why was this happening ? Why couldn’t something go right for once ? Hasn’t he and his family suffered enough already ?

He feels light headed and sits down on the cold metal chair, in a cold and way too bright hospital corridor. His sons are here, and he just faintly feels their hands supporting him, helping him sit down, stroking his back soothingly, hugging him to try and make him feel better…But he cannot feel better.

He has to make an impossible choice.

Mercilessly, the doctor insists once more, because time is running out :

-Your wife, or the child mister Wayne ? We cannot save both of them. 

His wife, or his child.

How could he choose ?


He wakes up with a start, and by instinct reaches for you…but you’re not here. You haven’t been here for the past month and a half. Unable to soothe him back to sleep after one of his nightmare, as you would usually do. 

Bruce felt like he was back when he was eight years old and just lost his parents. Back in Crime Alley that fateful night. 

He couldn’t see the light, all hope had left him, all will of living slowly faded away, and he was full of so much anger and sadness. 

Angry at the World, angry at life, angry at you…but the sorrow he felt was stronger. And he couldn’t use his anger, he couldn’t be strong this time, turn his life around to be able to live with the thought of loosing someone he loved so much, he couldn’t bear to live like this…Without you. He needed you. Your support. Your presence. Holding you in his arms was all he craved for…He looked at the spot you haven’t occupied in a month and a half and sighed. 

He was almost hoping you’d open the bathroom door, and come back to bed with him, smiling…But you wouldn’t. 

Not because you died, but because he “let your daughter die”. 

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Archie made a Friend? (AA imagine)

This was not a request, but I really liked this idea so I decided to write it! It’s could be a multi-part imagine, but that’s only if you guys want it to be! Enjoy :)

archie x reader

word count: 1,678

Triggers: None 

Originally posted by daddybetty

The first thing that you figured out when you got to Riverdale High is that it’s definitely separated by jocks and nerds, all except that one table in the middle of the lunchroom. Everyday you try to push yourself to sit there, but you have yet to actually make it to the table. See, what happens is you talk yourself into it throughout the whole lunch line saying that ‘this is it, this is the day I’m going to sit with them.’ but then as soon as you get into the actual lunchroom, you chicken out and go sit at a table in the back where there’s only a few kids. None of them talk to you and they all have headphones in. You sigh as today is another one of those days. You make your way to your usually seat and pull out your latest read. Reading and writing is one of your favorite past times. You sometimes write song lyrics but, singing is something that makes you very nervous, so you can never sing them. Ever. The final lunch bell rang, taking you out of your daze, and you made your way to chemistry. As soon as you walk into the room you see ‘NEW SEATS TODAY!’ written on the board. You and a few other kids groan as you walk to the back of the room, waiting for your new seats. You’ve been here for 4 months now and you still have a hard time remembering everyone by name.

“(y/n) (yl/n) you are going to be partners with.. Archibald Andrews. Find a table you two.” Said the teacher. You look around trying to remember who Archibald was. Archibald? Who names their kid Archibald? You finally see a boy with bright red orange hair taking a seat while trying to find his partner.

“Uh Archibald right?” you say with a weird look on your face. He grins and chuckles at you.

“Yes, but everyone calls me Archie. You’re (y/n) right?” He asks as you take the seat right next to him.

“Yeah, how do you know me?” You ask with nervousness behind your voice. Does he see you looking at his lunch table everyday? More and more crazy and outrage thoughts come to mind until finally Archie snapped you out of it.

“(y/n)? I said I have you in like 4 of my classes. And you’re new, which doesn’t happen too often here in Riverdale. Our last new person was ronnie, and she only came a few months before you.”

“Ronnie?” You ask.

“Veronica Lodge. River Vixen? Black hair. You’ll see her now that you know who she is. Do you eat lunch in the lunchroom. Not that I think you don’t! I mean, I didn’t want it to sound like you eat in the bathroom because that would be-”

“Archie!” you said with a laugh before he got even more flustered.

“Sorry, it’s just that I’ve never seen you in the lunchroom before, that’s all.” He finally says before turning bright pink. You give him a small smile.

“I eat in the back of the lunchroom. See, I haven’t made too many friends yet. Actually, none at all. So I sit in the back with like 3 other people who don’t speak. They just listen to music and watch movies.” You explain almost embarrassed at the fact that you just admitted all of that to a boy you just officially met 5 minutes ago.

“Well, since we’re friends now, why don’t you sit with me and my friends? Oh Betts would love you! Please?” He begged. You thought about it. You finally got the invitation to sit with the group you’ve been wanting to sit with since you’ve got here.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be invading anything…”

“No really it would be fine! I promise you they would all be okay with it! Give it a try and if you don’t like it you can go back to sitting with the no-talk kids who listen to music and watch movies.” You smile at this offer.

“Okay deal.”

The rest of class that day was you imagining what everyone would think of you. You finally were going to make some friends and Riverdale will finally start to feel like a home.

The next day, you were nervous in every class before lunch. You also realize that You had Archie in 2 morning classes, and you figured out who Veronica was.

“Hey (y/n), mind if I join you.” Archie smiles as you both walk out of English together.

“Uh sure, my locker is this way.” You both made small talk about random things on the short walk.

“Hey Ronnie! (y/n), this is Veronica, Veronica this is (y/n).” Archie says as you stop at your locker. I guess ‘Ronnie’ was a few lockers down from you. Just because you oh so desperately wanted to sit with them at lunch, doesn’t mean you knew who they were. You’ve only seen side profiles.

“Hello (y/n), it’s nice to meet you. Anyone that’s a friend of my dear archiekins is a friend of mine.” She says with a smile.

“I’ll see you guys at lunch.” She exclaims as she walks off to her next class.

“I like her.” you said as you and Archie walked off to your next classes.

“I knew you would. See you at lunch?” he asks with a huge grin. You smile back.

“Yup, see you at lunch.” You begin to think of all the things that are going to go right at lunch, and not the things that could (and won’t) go wrong.

This is it. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for. You finally get to sit with the group you’ve been waiting to sit with all year. You start to slowly walk over there when Archie finally catches your gaze and motions for you to sit next to him.

“Hey Arch.” You say smally as you take a seat at the table of hopefully new friends.

“(y/n), this is Jughead, Betty, Kevin, and Veronica. Guys, this is (y/n). She was new at semester and hasn’t exactly found the right friend group.” He started to explain.

“Hi guys, it’s nice to meet you.” you slightly smile.

“Hello (y/n)! Archie has talked so much about you! I’m glad he finally had to guts to talk to you.” Betty laughs. Archie’s face tinges pink. You give him a confused look. Betty realizes what she said probably wasn’t the most appropriate and decided to change the subject.

“So, (y/n), play any sports?”

“Uhh not really. I was on a swim team when I was younger but I had to stop because I got so busy. I used to play volleyball in middle school but not anymore.”

“You should be a river vixen! They are having tryouts again next week. A girl broke her foot when she was rollerskating with her family, so we have to get a replacement.” Veronica says. I blush at the offer.

“Gee, thanks Veronica but I, I don’t know if I can do that. I’m not really built to be a cheerleader.”

The River Vixens are everywhere and they are so intimidating. I don’t think I could be like that.

“I think you could do it.” Archie says nudging you out of your thoughts. Veronica laughs.

“Oh please, (y/n), he just wants to see you in a cheerleading outfit don’t ya Arch?”

“W-what! Ronnie that’s not true. I feel like she should join a club or something to make more friends.” He says with slight embarrassment in his voice.

“Join the Blue and Gold. Can you write?” Jughead asked.

“Uhh yeah. I write poems and songs in my journal all the time…”  you slightly trail off. Betty and Veronica give each other a look.

“Archie sings.” Betty said with a small smile. You look towards Archie.

“Really? You sing?” He blushes.

“Well yeah sort of, It’s this new thing I’ve been trying.” He grins.

“Maybe you guys can sing a song together sometime?” Veronica said.

“Oh no no no, I don’t sing, I just write lyrics.” you say with a sheepish smile.

“What? That’s nonsense. Spend 2 weeks with us and you’ll be singing right next to Archie at some event.” Veronica said.

“She’s not wrong, eventually, she’ll make you do some of your biggest fears.” Jughead added.

Ronnie gives you a huge smile as the bell rings.

“Well, I hope you continue to eat with us, I love it when Archiekins gets new friends. See you later.”

“It was great meeting you (y/n). Again, I’m really glad that Archie finally had the guts to invite you to eat with us. He’s been talking-”

“OKAY Betty! That’s enough we will catch you guys later.” Archie starts.

“Let’s head to chemistry.” He says to you as you both walk away. You nudge him.

“What was that all about?” Archie blushes.

“Well, uhh you see I’ve kind of had my eyes on you for awhile now. Not-not like that! Just in a friendly way - oh god I sound crazy now don’t I? Ugh well, I just really wanted to be your friend because you seem like a really cool person and oh I don’t know, I saw you sitting by yourself and I just felt like you could have more fun sitting with me and my friends. I’m sorry that this has been really long and rambly I’m not-”

“ARCHIE! It’s fine, I get it. I’ve had my eyes on you guys for awhile now too.” His eyes widen.

“Really?” You nod.

“Now come on Arch, let’s go blow stuff up!”

Hoshi As A Father

Originally posted by kwontv

Hey thereeee!  First, you are the best, i read your ‘seventeen as fathers’ series and im in love with it soooo I was wondering if you could write it for Hoshi ;3; Whenever you want, I’ll be waiting♡♡♡ have a nice day and thanks for all

Sorry that this took so long to publish! I finally finished my junior year in high school (and I’ll sadly be starting my last in the fall) so I wanted to make sure I got all of my work done before I started anything else. This scenario is somewhat connected to both Woozi’s and Dino’s parts so be sure to keep your eye out for those ones. I hope you guys enjoy and feel free to request any of the other members! xx     

  • Hoshi slowly kills me inside
  • But anyways let’s get started
  • Soonyoung is a daddy
  • And that goes to say both ways js
  • So basically you and Soonyoung were the best of friends and you never really thought of each other in a romantic way
  • Not spoken out loud at least
  • One day the two of you were having one of your weekly Friday night parties where it was just the two of you spread out on the sofa watching corny old movies as you shared a couple bottles of vodka
  • It was probably what both of you looked forwards to the most
  • Three bottles later and soon you guys were both kind of tipsy but not tipsy enough to be completely drunk
  • One thing led to another and somehow you got on the topic of who in Seventeen had the biggest dick
  • And of course Soonyoung was sure on him having the biggest
  • But you were dead set on Dino for some reason
  • Soonyoung wasn’t having it because he was kind of offended that his best friend didn’t think his dick was bigger than his own maknae’s
  • So he stood up from the sofa and threw the empty bottle on the ground and placed his hands on his hips
  • “You wanna find out just how big it is??”
  • “hell yeah I do”
  • And basically that’s how the two of you ended up making out on the sofa and it did eventually lead to more
  • Lets just say that you really did believe that Hoshi now had the biggest dick
  • You never really expected anything more out of that night
  • You especially never imagined to get pregnant from it
  • When you started getting symptoms and missed a period you thought the worst
  • And here you are with six pregnancy tests that all said you were positive
  • You knew that they weren’t always reliable but when all six seemed to tell you that you were you couldn’t help but maybe think that it was true
  • So you did schedule an appointment for the next day to get an ultrasound done just in case
  • You heart was racing the entire time the doctor was covering your stomach with the cool gel
  • You felt it being to pound against your chest harder than it ever had before as an image of a small fetus was displayed on the screen
  • The doctor smiled at you and gave you a small congrats before leaving you alone to think
  • And you kinda broke down right there because it just kind of hit you that you were pregnant with your best friend’s baby
  • The doctor came back in a few moments later and offered you some pamphlets about abortion and shit but you refused them saying that you were going to keep your baby
  • You did try to keep it a secret from Soonyoung for as long as you could
  • That was your plan at least
  • To set that in order whenever he asked to hang out with you, you would deny him every time saying that you were sick
  • Which wasn’t a lie because of the morning sickness that came with the cost of being pregnant
  • But you knew that you couldn’t keep using that excuse forever because sooner or later
  • 1) Soonyoung would catch on and just know that you were avoiding him for some reason
  • 2) He would get really worried and actually try to do something about it like taking you to see a doctor and he would find out that way
  • So you started using other excuses like that you were busy or already hanging out with other friends that day
  • Soonyoung began to grow suspicious over you avoiding him
  • Just as you thought
  • He knew you better than anyone else and he was always sure when you were lying to him
  • So he showed up to your apartment one day unannounced
  • You were kind of nervous because you did have an appointment to go to later that day for your one month ultrasound
  • You could have gotten away saying that you just had an appointment to get to but soon enough the phone rang and you allowed the answering machine to get it
  • But the message just so happened to mention something about a special appointment and Soonyoung’s eyes immediately got worried
  • He asked you whats wrong and you just kind of sighed knowing that you were going to have to tell him someday
  • So you just pulled him out the door with you telling him that he should just come to see for himself rather than you explaining it
  • When the nurse called your name you nervously followed her with Soonyoung trailing behind
  • The doctor greeted you with a kind smiled and turned to Soonyoung
  • “oh you must be the father”
  • You froze in your steps at the doctors words and your body became really tense
  • Soonyoung swore his heart stopped beating at the mention of the word ‘father’
  • “y/n what is the doctor talking about??”
  • His voice would be so shaky and nervous
  • All you would do is look at the doctor and nod your head before laying down on the bed
  • Soonyoung stood frozen in his spot as he watched you get your ultrasound done
  • The doctor looked from the screen and over to Soonyoung while pointing out the small fetus
  • Soonyoung couldn’t help but cry at the sight of the small fetus on the screen
  • You began to spit out apologies at your best friend before he shook his head and cut you off
  • “its perfect”
  • That’s all he said before walking over to you and taking your hands in his own
  • “that’s really mine??”
  • You would nod and explain to him that he was the only person you have ever done it with
  • He felt somewhat guilty for taking your virginity while drunk
  • But he was so happy that he was going to be the father of a new little baby
  • He would ask the doctor if he could have a copy of the sonogram before sitting on the bed next to you and pulling you into a tight hug
  • Ever since Hoshi found out that he was going to be the father of your baby
  • There was no denying the romantic tension between the two of you
  • He insisted taking you out on dates and even moving in with you
  • He basically spat out a confession to you about this weird crush he had on you
  • And while it all seemed really messy you were happy your best friend felt the same way about you
  • So you did allow Soonyoung to move in with you
  • It turns out that he actually was a great help around the apartment and made sure that you got everything you needed
  • The boys got a little confused as to why Soonyoung suddenly wanted to move out and in with you
  • He was pretty blunt when he gave them the reason saying that he was going to be a father and wanted to be closer to the mother of his baby
  • That’s when you got calls and texts messages asking you if they needed to beat Hoshi up
  • You denied their requests and simply said that you and Soonyoung had been dating and one thing lead to another and you had accidentally gotten pregnant
  • Which was kind of true
  • The boys bought it so you didn’t see any need to explain to them that it all started because you were drunkenly fighting over who had the biggest dick out of all 13 of them
  • You knew that that wouldn’t end well
  • Not only did you have Soonyoung helping you out
  • But now you dealt with having the boys coming over in small groups to come help take care of you as well
  • Soonyoung didn’t like the idea at first
  • But then you somehow managed to convince him to sneak off with you while the others cleaned up around your apartment
  • So he was very happy about getting some alone time with you on that
  • Finally it was time for your 4 month checkup with the doctor
  • Both you and Hoshi were beyond excited because you could finally figure out the gender of your baby
  • The two of you guys both had your fingers crossed for a little girl
  • You have always wanted one and Soonyoung just wanted a daughter to spoil rotten
  • You guys would have been happy with either gender
  • But you just really really wanted to see your boyfriend with a little girl
  • When the doctor finished your ultrasound they pointed to the screen to show you the gender of your baby
  • It turns out that it was in fact a boy
  • You were still beyond happy to have a little boy though
  • Soonyoung leaned down to your belly and immediatly began to have a conversation with his son
  • He talked about everything from teaching him dance to teaching how to get a girl
  • And you honestly couldn’t have smiled wider at the sight
  • These next few months were hell for you and Soonyoung
  • But in a good way
  • Its when finally all of your mood swings and cravings kicked in
  • Like the rest of the boys
  • Soonyoung wouldn’t know how to react with you being happy one moment and then extremely pissed at him the next
  • He tried his best to stick up with it and respect you while your mood swings were happening
  • And you really had to thank him for that because you were, as he described, a dragon when you were mad
  • You would have the strangest cravings
  • But he would make you whatever you wanted
  • Even if it was kimchi pickled ice cream with ketchup on top
  • And when you offered him some he would be sweet and accept your offer even though it tasted so gross
  • Every night before going to sleep he would always rub your tummy and sing cute little lullabies to your baby
  • One night as he was singing you felt a kick in your stomach
  • You held his hand tightly and told him to stop of a second before placing it on the spot you felt the kick
  • After a couple minutes of silence you told him to continue
  • This time when he started singing you felt the kick again
  • And you knew that Soonyoung could feel it this time too
  • He looked so happy as he continued to sing and rub your belly
  • When he was done he placed a gentle kiss to your stomach before whispering at your son to not give you too much pain with all of his kicking
  • Shopping with Soonyoung would be quite the adventure
  • He would want to buy like literally everything
  • If he saw a cute onesie he would add it to cart
  • If he saw this badass mobile that played shinee tunes he would add it to cart
  • Your son would be just as spoiled as you thought your daughter would have been
  • Soon enough you guys had an entire nursery that was half cute baby themed and half shinee themed
  • Not that you really minded because you knew that your boyfriend was a fanboy at heart
  • Fast forward a couple months
  • Seventeen was about to start their comeback stage and you were basically on the verge of going into labor
  • You tried to convince your boyfriend to let you stay at home just in case anything happened
  • But he really wanted to be there when you went into labor
  • So the manager allowed you to stay back in their dressing room and watch their stage from there
  • You had a couple makeup artists back there with you in case anything were to happen
  • It was as if it were on queue
  • But just as Hoshi’s face appeared on the screen
  • You felt water trickle down your leg
  • You were half in awe at the fact that your baby was ready at the sight of his father
  • But you also like “oH SHIT I’M HAvING A BAbY”
  • The makeup artists would immediately come to your side as soon as you screamed
  • They tried to help you stand up so they could get you to the hospital as soon as possible
  • But you kept fighting them saying that you wanted to wait until Seventeen’s stage was over
  • “no y/n you are going to have your baby on this filthy floor if we do not leave now”
  • So you gave in an allowed to let them take you to the hospital
  • Seventeen’s manager went along with you and one of their staff members as well
  • When their stage was over one of the makeup artists explained to Soonyoung that they had to take you to the hospital because you were about to have a baby on the floor
  • They had already had a car set up and ready to go for him
  • So he quickly took off his mic and rushed to the car
  • All of the boys wanted to go too
  • But the staff had said that they only had enough room for a couple of them
  • So the entire 96 line decided to go along with Soonyoung to the hospital
  • The ride there was pretty crazy and was filled with mainly Hoshi panicking and Wonwoo telling him to shut up and breath
  • Once they arrived all 4 boys rushed to the receptionist and explained what they were there for
  • The receptionist explained that only two of them would be allowed in the room along with you so Soonyoung grabbed the closest arm to him which so happened to be Jihoon and dragged him along to the hospital room you were in
  • You were just about to get ready to give birth when you saw Soonyoung run in with Jihoon practically biting Soonyoung’s hand off behind him
  • Each boy went to either side of you and took a hand
  • The entire process was painful to say the least
  • Soonyoung couldn’t stand the sight of you in so much pain and began to cry
  • You were touched but the moment didn’t last long because hELLO there was a baby coming out of your vagina
  • And then after a couple of minutes it was all over and you could hear the soft cries of your son fill the room
  • You sat back on your bed and began to breath heavily
  • You watched as your son was handed to Soonyoung before you passed out from using all of your energy on giving birth
  • You woke up to the light touch of a pair of lips on your forehead
  • There you were greeted by the happy eyes of your boyfriend
  • That was when you noticed that he was babyless
  • When you questioned him about it all he did was dramatically sigh and point to Jihoon who sat in a chair in the corner of the room holding your son
  • “its like he thinks that jihoon is his father. they’ve been like that for 20 minutes and whenever i try to take him away he only cries”
  • You coo sympathetically at your boyfriend before asking Jihoon if you can hold your son
  • He nods before walking over to hand your baby to you
  • The minute you laid eyes on your son he looked up and smiled at you
  • Soonyoung sat on the other side of you and began to run his long fingers across your baby’s chest making him giggle
  • A couple minutes later the nurse came in saying that there were 11 boys waiting outside who wanted to come in to see your baby
  • You allowed the nurse to send them in and suddenly your room became packed with sweaty smelling boys
  • You watched in awe as they carefully passed your baby around with each boy holding him and cooing as they did so
  • When the baby got back to Jihoon you noticed how your son did not want to let go
  • Instead he cuddled into Jihoon’s chest almost immediately
  • You heard your boyfriend whine in protest causing you to laugh at his childish noises
  • You thought it was cute how well your son got along with Jihoon
  • Hoshi on the other hand had a different idea
  • Both of you were beyond excited when you finally took your baby home
  • It was basically the start of a new life for the both of you
  • You guys were perfectly content with the way things were
  • That was until you found out how hard it could be to take care of a new born
  • Your son loved to keep you up at night
  • Either he would fuss in his sleep because of what not
  • Or he just wouldn’t go to sleep
  • It drove you nuts
  • But Soonyoung on the other hand did whatever it took to make sure his son was happy and healthy
  • He would sit in the nursery for hours if he had to just to make sure his son was sleeping properly
  • You son had always been a chatterbox much like his father
  • He would always babble off to you guys in his little baby language
  • Soonyoung would absolutely cherish each moment he got with his son
  • It would range anything from changing diapers to cuddling with his son during movie nights
  • He knew that he was going to have to go off and promote soon and he didn’t want to miss a second of his baby boy
  • Lucky enough for him he was there to hear his baby to say his first word
  • Once the words “appa” came out of his mouth he had Soonyoung melting
  • Hoshi was disappointed when the day came to him having to leave the two of you behind
  • You reassured him that everything would be okay
  • Being your best friend he trusted you and wished you and your son the best of luck
  • Soonyoung was pretty upset when he found out that he missed some of  the major milestones in his baby’s life
  • Such as his first steps
  • But you made sure to get a video of it for him so he could watch it for himself
  • After nights upon nights of endless video calls
  • Soonyoung finally announced to you that they boys would be home for a couple of months on a short break
  • You were beyond grateful for that
  • It wasn’t that taking care of a baby boy on your own was hard
  • It’s just that no one could take care of your son better than your boyfriend
  • The second Soonyoung got home he could not let go of your son
  • He wouldn’t put him down for even a second
  • He even slept with your baby in his arms
  • You knew your son meant everything to Hoshi
  • Soonyoung made sure that he never missed another moment in your son’s life
  • Even with his crazy tour schedules and you guys getting married somewhere in between
  • He managed to always be there for your boy
  • And you honestly couldn’t ask for a better father for your baby
  • Your son (surprise surprise) was a trouble maker
  • You always found yourself going to his school and sitting in the principal’s office to listen to what weird prank your son pulled this time
  • One time you got a call but you couldn’t make it due to a job interview you had
  • So you sent Soonyoung
  • Which turned out to be a mistake
  • When he came home you asked him how the meeting went and all he did was give you a straight face and a straight forward answer
  • “i got him expelled. no man talks about my son like that”
  • You mentally facepalmed because lets be honest everyone saw this coming
  • So now you had to find a new school for your son
  • Soonyoung had explained his problem to the rest of the boys
  • Jihoon spoke up saying that his own son went to a pretty strict school that would help with his son’s trouble-making tactics
  • So the two of you decided to give it a go
  • And it actually worked pretty well
  • Your son got called down to the principal’s office fewer and fewer times as the year went on
  • He still was the talkative prankster that you guys raised but you wouldn’t want it any other way
  • Fast forward to his high school years
  • These were probably the most eventful parts of your son’s life
  • High school had always been a major part of discovering who a person is
  • But oh was this ever the adventure
  • Your son had a hard time discovering who he really was
  • For the longest time you would always find him coming home with a new girlfriend like every week
  • You were kind of confused because you never really thought that your son would be the type to go through so many girls at once
  • It wasn’t until one day when Soonyoung got home that he found his son making out with Jihoon’s son on the sofa
  • At first he was just confused as to what was happening
  • He wasn’t upset just confused
  • So out of the heat of the moment he kind of kicked Jihoon’s son out
  • He didn’t mean for it to be in a mean way
  • He did sit his son down and talk to his son about what he just saw
  • Your son seemed pretty petrified at the fact that his father caught him making out with a boy
  • He started apologizing to Hoshi for kissing a boy
  • Soonyoung cut him off and stopped his rambling saying that it was okay and that he wasn’t mad
  • He explained that he was just confused and that he still loved his son no matter what he decides to identify as
  • So that’s how your son came out as gay to Hoshi
  • He wanted to keep it just between them for a while
  • Eventually they did tell you and you basically had the same reaction as Soonyoung
  • Jihoon on the other hand was more bewildered than the rest of you guys when finding out
  • But he knew that if your son was anything like Soonyoung that he would take care of his son right
  • I mean, you ended up pretty okay in the hands of Soonyoung
  • …so far…
  • lmao jk
  • After your son was accepted into college the two of you couldn’t help but start to feel lonely
  • Even though your son hasn’t left yet
  • You guys didn’t like the feeling of having no one to take care of
  • The boys suggested you guys adopt Chan
  • But that was already out of the question because he was basically grown and married at this point
  • So Soonyoung had the great idea of fostering some kids for a while
  • And it actually turned out to be a great idea
  • So when your son graduated and left for college
  • One of the local foster homes sent the two of you a pair of teenage twin girls and a little boy to take care of
  • Soonyoung basically treated them exactly as if they were his own children
  • As much as you wanted to adopt them you both knew that you just didn’t have the time to go through all of that work
  • So settling for watching them grown and deal with their own problems suited well for you
  • You told them that when they were ready to be out there on their own that they were always welcome back at your home
  • And the three of them couldn’t be any more grateful for that
  • It turns out that one of the twins ended up getting married to Chan’s youngest son
  • So it wasn’t like you wouldn’t ever see them again after that
  • Plus you were their home
  • She even asked Soonyoung to walk her down the aisle
  • And as for your own son
  • He did too end up getting married to Jihoon’s son
  • You were beyond happy for him and it brought you to tears seeing the boy you raised grow into such a wonderful man
  • And to think that all of this started just because you and your best friend were drunk talking about his dick
  • But you wouldn’t want your story to happen any other way

|| S.Coups || Jeonghan || Joshua || Jun || Hoshi || Wonwoo || Woozi || DK || Mingyu || The8 || Seungkwan || Vernon || Dino ||

Blind Date by SBK

A/N:  2nd installment for the Richonnefics’ Date Night Series.  Hope you like it.

Rick Grimes checks his watch once again, not liking the anxiety that rolls through him.  He’d been talking with the young lady he was meeting for two weeks and should be glad they were finally going to see each other face to face.  He specifically took the day off from work just to ensure that he wouldn’t have to rush or even get called away unexpectedly although the latter could still happen.  The profession of a sheriff’s deputy could entail round the clock service if needed.

He takes a sip of his coffee, frowning as it has grown too cool to appeal to him any longer.  He hadn’t realized he’d been there that long or maybe it wasn’t as warm as it should’ve been initially.   He shakes his head, knowing he was distracted and why. He checks his watch again and searches the crowd for a blue dress.  She said she’d be wearing a blue dress.

His eyes pop as he spots the color blue but frowns when he realizes it’s a gray haired grandmother with two kids.  Nope.  He didn’t really give her any identifying features about himself only that he’d be in a ball cap and jeans.  He starts as a woman in a blue dress steps up to the coffee/tea counter of the sandwich shop. He tries his best to zero in on her voice, knowing he’d recognize the intonation of the woman he’s been conversing with but the noise surrounding him interferes.  He decides to take in her other features to see if anything would resonate.

She waits for her order, turning to face him, her eyes zeroing in on his.  He gives her a nod and turns away to search the area again. He cringes inwardly as he hopes she isn’t Michonne.  For some reason, he wasn’t expecting a blonde with blue eyes.  He already knows he wouldn’t be able to contain his disappointment if he is wrong.

He takes a deep breath and looks at his phone, contemplating calling her but doesn’t want to appear over eager.  He decides to give her a few more minutes before he takes his leave.

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the series read as follows:

SupermanMondayCheezy Pouffs … Bacon


They had two weeks … two week of pure, happy, saccharine-sweet nonsense between them before Mulder’s foot was declared safe to use, his therapy going well, his pins removed, his swelling down and his spirits up.

Then the phone rang.

Looking up at her, chin perched on hip, “why does Skinner always call? I mean, he’s got a secretary for a reason. Seriously, you’d think that man would delegate crap calls like this to someone else.”

Scully, looking down past her chest to see him, hair-tousled, eyes half-drunk with want of both sleep and her, “maybe he likes the sound of your voice.”

Dropping his head sideways into the dip of her thighs, he debated, “it does sound rather nice.”

With a smile, she wiggled her legs, rolling his head back and forth, “come on. We’ve gotta go bully our way onto a flight for Butte.”

Mulder groaned as he flopped off her, “I’m calling it ‘butt’ from now on.”


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anonymous asked:

Hey girl, long time no see. Friendly neighbourhood NASCAR here with another prompt based in these Hozier lyrics. When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her So like Kara is presumed dead and there's a service and everything, then Kara turns up at 3 am at her door saying hi, before collapsing in her arms. Angsttttt please

Hi anon!

Long time no see, indeed! I’m here with your prompt and fair warning, it’s packed up with angst but it has a happy ending.
It’s also over 12k words so it’s long. 

Inspired by @beyondambivalent​ gifset that you can find here x
All thanks to @cat-danvers​ for the beta-reading and thoughtfull advices ♥

“Mom! Mom wake up! Wake up, mom!”

 Cat’s eyes snapped open as she felt her body being shaken awake, rather abruptly. She was exhausted, the few hours of sleep she had managed to snatch weighing heavy upon her eyelashes and already urging her to close them again, to go back to sleep.

 “Mom! Mom, please, wake up.”

 The voice sounded distant, like an echo far away in the room but she recognized it instantly and it provoked a surge of adrenaline that kickstarted her system as she finally heard the panicked edge it held. She jolted up to sit in her bed, running a hand over her face to chase the fatigue away and then, she finally focused on her son. Her heart squeezed, missed a beat and then dropped when she took in the tears running down his cheeks, the terror swirling in his baby blue eyes and the way he was practically panting, his chest heaving up and down too quickly as he struggled just to breathe.

 “Carter? Sweetheart, hey, I’m here, what’s wrong? I’m awake, I’m awake, take a deep breath and tell me. What is it?” She asked, trying to sound soft and inviting and not to show the fear he was rapidly awaking in her guts.

 “Mom, it’s Kara! She’s, she’s … Mom, you need to see this! Come on! Mom.” He was tugging at her wrist and she quickly pushed the blanket away, to be able to leave the bed and to follow her son. Her heart was racing in her chest and her mind was whirling and spinning, going in every direction but she couldn’t seem to focus on anything.

 The penthouse was almost pitch black but as they came close to the living room, she noticed the glowing and flashing halo the television was casting upon the furnitures. The sound was on, very low but she heard sirens and shouts, screams too. Carter dragged her in front of the huge flat screen and then he slid his fingers to hold her hand, tight. She squeezed it gently, out of habit but mostly because he was frightening her but then, she caught a glimpse of a blue and red blur on the screen and her attention sharpened.

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anonymous asked:

can i add my voice to the people wanting to know what the bartsugsy theory is... I have my own theory which involves vic volunteering to raise the baby so it'll be interesting to hear what other people are thinking

Ok. Ok. I’m gonna write this bc Lena @stolemyhheart keeps taking the piss out of me for having written more Rebecca meta since Thursday than Robron meta lmao.

It’s not so much a theory as it is an observation (gotta love the Drought). This really was all constructed entirely with @itwasjustmisplaced and so is at least 50% hers too.

(Although it does delve into theorising too bc why not, at this point)

This also ties very closely into the idea that all of the stories that started with SSW are starting to come to a close - because that’s where this started.

“This” being - for this entire robron storyline - both Robert planning to propose and Rebecca’s interference.

But beyond that, and where this theory comes into play - Adam and Victoria have been consistently involved in the story, on the fringes of the action, even in the ways that don’t make sense, whilst at the exact same time ultimately having a very similar story of their own play out. 

Which, to me, is suspicious.

And it started with SSW.

A pre-warning: this is so Extra that I feel like I should be embarrassed about it but whatever, I’m gonna live up to my URL and my love of reading too deeply into things so just… humour me, I guess.

Here we go:

The Bartsugsy Theory

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Getting the most out of tumblr

With 1DFF being down and out of business (whether that’s forever or not is still unclear), tumblr seems to be the prime place for all our favourite fanfictions to be posted. There’s nothing wrong with tumblr at all, I very much like tumblr myself, but sometimes we, as authors, want to get the very best we can out of it – and so, yes, that includes how to reach a wider audience to help boost our stories. Of course we write for ourselves and all that jazz, but there’s just something nice about having someone appreciate all the hard work you put into something, am I right?

So, with all this in mind, I’ve put together a little list of things I’ve learnt over the years when it comes to tumblr and posting my own fics on tumblr.

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iwasapruneratfaverolles  asked:


Grace fuck, why would you invoke her name like that???

Okay, fine, gather round children, buckle up because we’re going on a bumpy ride back to everyone’s collective least favorite place: 7th grade.

Some background: I went to a very small Catholic school. One class per grade (we were the largest with 19 kids), everyone knew each other whether they wanted to or not. Despite basically every teacher and faculty members insistence that we were The Best And Most Special Class In The School and that everyone loved having us, the longstanding 7th grade teacher Mrs. O’Hara decided to retire in the summer of 2008, meaning the school had to find us a new teacher for the upcoming year. This would be like, the first new teacher in the school in a while, and as she was getting the ‘best class’, it was viewed as a Big Deal. Somewhere in like July or August we got a letter announcing Mrs. Stubel, and it came with a list of books to pick for the summer reading, and that was basically all the information we had.

So…the first day of class. She seems nice enough. Very…ditsy, I guess? It was very easy for her to get herself off topic while talking. She constantly paced around the room, never staying in one spot for longer than a second, complaining she has restless leg syndrome. Which like, I’m sure she did, but she was in the middle of introducing herself and then went on a 20 minute tangent about restless leg syndrome without anyone prompting her. It was almost like you could see her scattered thoughts flying around her head.

So anyone, she eventually gives somewhat of an introduction- she had only taught in public schools before, and kept worrying she ‘didn’t know’ how to teach in a Catholic school despite the entire class insisting literally nothing was different, you just teach the curriculum, twice a week we have religion class with Sister Mary King, that’s literally it (she still talked over us in worry), she told us about her kids, she told us about her obsession with Emily Dickinson, stuff like that.

And then she hands us this worksheet.

She’s like, “Oh, these are just some basic questions for you to answer! Just so I can get to know you guys better!” like in lieu of an icebreaker game, which is fine, but…the questions. The questions were all “What is your most haunting fear?”, “What is your deepest regret?”, “Have you ever experienced the pain of loss?”, “What was your worst injury?”, “What was your worst nightmare?”, all questions like that, and then on the back she wanted us to draw a gravestone and write out what we wanted our epitaph to be.

We were twelve year olds, mind you.

Oh my God and one girl missed the first day because of her grandmother’s funeral, so when she came the next day and saw what the teacher was insisting she do for homework, she almost had a panic attack? And the lady still made her do it? Literally who wants to think about death anymore at a time like that omfg.

Okay, so then we get to the summer reading book reports, right? Now, she had given a list of maybe, 20 books that you could pick from, read it, and then present an oral report on it. You had to have notecards and you had to be able to answer questions from the class at the end. All in all, I’ve had worse projects.

So, on this list, she apparently put Madeleine L’Engle’s entire book series on the list…only she did not make it known that this was a series and not multiple stand alone books, so when reports started up it caused mass-panic of kids trying to put together plot points and make connections on what the hell they had read.

I was the only kid in the class who had chosen to read “A Wrinkle In Time”, and that has since lead to a series of events that…really actually scares me, I’m still incredibly freaked out, I’m not going to get into it right now because it’ll take away from the current story, but just know that I’m not above wondering if it only happened because I read the book for Stubel.

Anyway, so like, I got through the report okay. The class asking questions about it was fine, but the teacher kept asking questions that didn’t make sense, like, at all. My friend Angie has always had super neat handwriting and Mrs. Stubel got like, obsessed with her notecards and asked if she could borrow them for something. When we got our grades back a few weeks later, Angie had points taken off for not having notecards.

And then her teaching just…didn’t happen. She’d never stay on a topic, she’d always get herself distracted! We were not learning anything. And like, this wasn’t a class of advanced smart kids that loved to learn. By all accounts we should’ve been thrilled. But it got out of hand. It got to points where we had to start teaching lessons to ourselves, asking teacher from other grades for help, always coming home in tears, complaining constantly to our parents and the principal because this woman wasn’t teaching us anything. There were two kids who asked her multiple times for extra help, and she told them each time to ‘talk to me after school’, but then she’d leave immediately after school so they wouldn’t be able to talk to her. They finally brought up the issue in the middle of class and she had a breakdown, yelling about how nobody ever thinks that maybe the teacher has a lot of work to do, and maybe she’s entitled to taking off early, but when we tried to argue she shouldn’t schedule meetings and then break them off in the name of relaxation, she stormed out of the room and tried to get the principal to give us detention. (Which, like, our school didn’t even do, and she was the only one in the wrong during this situation) We are still in September at this point, and already at least ten kids have parents considering transferring them to another school. (And remember, there was only 19 of us, and most of the class had been together since preschool, so that was a big deal).

Then, she starts coming in with all the weird bruises. All the Moms™ immediately started gossiping that her husband had to be beating her, and that’s why she was so screwy in the head. But the way she talked about her husband made it seem like he *might* be dead, and we actually did witness her fall and smack her head into a doorknob once, so no one really knew what to believe. (Also, I’m not trying to imply that abuse would make someone crazy or ‘damaged’ or anything, this is just what was being said. I think they were trying to turn her into a more sympathetic character, because if you feel sorry for her you don’t have to hate her for frustrating your kids so much, and Hate Is A Bad Emotion.)

Also…this woman and Emily Dickinson.

She talked about Emily Dickinson every chance she could get. None of us knew who Emily Dickinson really was before she got there and you could see in her mind it was a capitol offense. She found out the curriculum didn’t have room to cover her (because like, we had a text book), and was way too upset about it. She started reading her poems whenever she found the time (usually somewhere in history class), and always gave us very detailed accounts about her dressing up as Emily and reading her poetry at the library.

Now, two things to note here:

  1. The library did not hire her to do this. She would literally just get in the mood, put on an Emily Dickinson costume that she made by herself, drive to different libraries, and just read poetry out loud to everyone there until someone eventually asked her to leave.
  2. The way she described these events…her tone, the look on her face, her posture…you could just tell that she was getting some sort of sexual gratification out of this? Like dressing up as Emily Dickinson in public and reading her sad poems is really what got this lady’s jollies rocking? Got her all hot and bothered? Which is…a lot, but why would you tell a bunch of seventh graders about it holy shit. What about that sounds like a good idea! What about that turns you back on!

So anyway, we learned a lot about Emily Dickinson against our will.

One of the Davids™ was reading a book for pleasure- which shouldn’t have been a shocker, a lot of kids always had books on them, but Stubel got really interested and asked if she could borrow it from him. He was like ‘sure, after I finish it?’ but she took it that day. He asked her for it back for like five weeks straight.

And…the strudels.

Okay, so the school was trying some dorky thing to promote ~togetherness~ or some virtue or something, I don’t remember the specifics of why, but each class had to make a huge themed poster and hang it on the wall outside the classroom. Which was like, whatever, not the most thrilling project but at least it allowed us to be productive vs just sitting there as the teacher runs about the room rambling about her family vacation from four years ago. Mrs. Stubel decided we needed a quirky nickname and after like three days of deliberation we were christened “Stubel’s Special Strudels”!

(points for alliteration or whatever, but no one actually voted for that and what exactly do strudels have to do with Catholicism? It became a big running joke amongst the kids)

Also, in case you were wondering, she didn’t explain the assignment correctly to us- so every other class had like these beautiful, artistic, well-themed and put together posters, while ours was just…literally a bunch of shit thrown together on paper. Nothing fit with each other, it was literally embarrassing to look at.

But then…she wouldn’t drop the strudel thing. Like she kept bringing it up. She got really into strudels and would just tell us random shit about them. Finally, someone jokes that we should get strudels one day for a party (like instead of a pizza party), and she’s Freaking Out and On Board. She really wants to buy us strudels and have a breakfast party now. She talked about it for like two days straight.

So like… you know in school when you would have a pizza party, usually the teacher would buy it? That’s how they always happened in my experience (not counting the last day of 10th grade when some kid had pizza delivered to the school for lunch but it didn’t get there until math class lol). But especially in grade school? Like if it wasn’t a PTA made party that’s super organized, the school would buy the food, right? Right?

Yeah, so she was like, if this is happening you guys need to give me the money. Just give me the money and then I’ll pick them up on my way to work!! And after some arguing some kids are on board. Strudels should only cost a couple dollars right?

And she’s like, oh no, I’m gonna get them from this high end bakery near my house so it’ll be special, but they’re not cheap and it’ll be a big order! I’m gonna need like fifteen dollars from each of you!

And at this point I’m just like…lady. Come on. 

But she keeps insisting. She’s not gonna go until every student in class pays up.

And I’m like…I’m poor. I don’t even like strudel.  And some of the less-naïve kids are siding with me.

And then she pulls that “you guys are just spoiling all the fun for your classmates” shit, like the naïve kids who already paid up, so it gets to the point where we just gotta cave and give her the money.

(I ended up stealing it out of my Crazy Bitch Aunt’s wallet so it’s whatever, I guess.)

And then of course, shockingly enough, every morning she was met with “where are the strudels?” and every morning she went wide eyed, slapped her forehead and yelled in embarrassed horror “I totally forgot! Tomorrow, guys, I promise!”

Honestly, with how scatterbrained and confused she always was…like to this day I can’t tell you with 100% certainty whether she hustled us or was just actually forgetting about the damn pastries, I choose to lean towards the hustled us side because that’s just the type of people I’m used to, but if I found out it was innocent forgetfulness I wouldn’t exactly be surprised.

She couldn’t handle more than one person talking at a time. Like, we’d have break periods, or group work, or something and all the talking made her go wide-eyed and batty. She’d look overworked and anxious and would be darting around the room trying to do work or something but she couldn’t focus and she’d yell at anyone who tried to talk to her directly. I remember one time she was using this boys desk for something so he asked “where am I supposed to sit?” and she snapped “Sit on the ceiling for all I care!”. And this kid was the Class Clown™ , so he immediately grabbed a chair in one hand and started climbing the bookcase to try and reach the ceiling. She’s standing right next to this and doesn’t even notice. He got all four chair legs planted on the ceiling and was trying to somehow maneuver his way into the chair (I really don’t know what the plan was exactly- he was really tall and it was a small building, so I think he probably had the idea that if he can get his body upside down and in the chair, and stretch out his arms like a hand-stand to hold onto bookcase, he could arguably sit on the ceiling.) but he slipped. Crashed into my desk and the two desks next to me, knocked over the book case, broke the chair in half and hit the desks with enough force to knock them down lower. It was hilarious. Everyone was loosing their shit cracking up (he was fine) and it still took Stubel like five minutes to notice his lying out across the desks right in front of her eyes. She was pissed but how did she miss any of it in the first place? She was barely being helpful in whatever it was she was trying to do.

This was the year the Phillies were going to the World Series, and all the grades were having a Phillies Rally in the cafeteria so a news crew was coming to the school and each class was supposed to come up with fun little cheers for them to broadcast. Multiple cheer ideas were presented to her and she vetoed all of them, someone even suggested just singing the damn eagles theme song with replaced words and calling it a day but she vetoed that too, she was very adamant that she could come up with a cheer all by herself and it’ll be the best one (whoever had the best cheer was winning like an ice cream day or something idk). And then like…literally five minutes before the rally she just hands us signs with the letters and was like ‘we’re just gonna spell out Phillies it will be cute won’t it my strudels???’. We were the weakest class there, predictably. I think we lost to the kindergarteners. There might still be a video online of me yelling “ i “ passionately at the top of my lungs. It was online bc our cheer was so bland the news crew cut it out of the broadcast.

I literally can’t say enough about how she never taught us anything. She’d be going on some tangent about how she doesn’t understand the science behind skiing, and I’d be like “Okay yes but please can you just tell me where Romania is on a map???” And she’d start fights whenever someone actually wanted to learn. It was so easy to get her angry but so hard for her to stay on topic. Kids started teaching the class themselves! Like seriously, she’d be rambling and one of us would just go up to the podium, open the teacher’s guide textbook and just start reading out loud and talking over her. By the time she noticed we’d be halfway through a lesson. And we understood it better than when she tried! You know something’s wrong when pre-teens are more qualified for a job than an adult who supposedly went to school for this.

We were in the church having run-throughs for our upcoming Confirmation and she almost set the church on fire…fifteen different times. In less than half an hour. How hard is it to hold a candle?

Okay, and here’s when stuff starts kicking up. It was October 28th, a Tuesday, and it was our last day of school that week because they were having parent-teacher conferences the rest of the week. So we were just hanging out, watching movies in class and reading (lord knows we weren’t learning), and Stubel calls me over to her desk.

So like, she had given everyone little bags with candy for Halloween, but I get up there and she hands me an extra one. And she’s like “Molly I know your birthday is tomorrow and I bought you a present but I left it on my coffee table this morning by accident! So just have the candy for now!”

And I’m like….”Ma’am I’m like, the sixth birthday this year. You didn’t give anyone else presents?”

And she goes “Oh, I know but this is a special secret surprise. I just know you’re gonna love it! Do you wanna stop by my house later this week to pick it up or should I just give it to you Monday after school?”

And like…In writing this sounds like a non-threatening exchange, and like, it was, but I felt so uncomfortable holy shit. I’m looking over my shoulder and shooting my friends SOS signals. Something about this felt so weird in my gut omfg. I told her thanks and I’d just see her Monday.

So we flash forward to Wednesday- my 13th birthday, the day the Phillies won the world series, and also the day my mother innocently strolled into the school for her meeting only to be met with screaming, the sound of heavy destruction, and the school secretary Mrs. Daily running at her in a panic, waving her arms and yelling “YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED GET IN MY OFFICE NOW!”

So my poor mother, who thought she could handle this whole meeting in a few minutes and barely be an hour late for work, is now barricaded in the front office with the school secretary, as the noises from down the hall get louder and louder. The woman explains that they had gotten so many complaints about Mrs. Stubel that this morning, when she got to the school, the principal Sister Patricia called her in and said “Listen, we need you to be professional and still have the parent conferences, but we have to let you go. We just don’t think you fit in well here, and the kids need to come first and feel comfortable in their school.” and like, I’m paraphrasing because I wasn’t there, but we all know she was very polite and professional about it.

Mrs. Stubel, however…was not.

She flipped her chair and stormed out of the office, and locks herself in the seventh grade classroom. She started wrecking the shit out of that place, screaming obscenities and the top of her lungs, they had to call the cops on her! She was locked in there for almost an hour! And let me just give you a nice little list of everything she did in that classroom:

  • Smashed three windows.
  • Threw everything off her desk and carved swear words all over it.
  • Got cleaning fluid that she knew would damage the chalk boards, smeared it all over.
  • Cracked the chalk boards by repeatedly smashing chairs against them.
  • Wrote swear words all over the walls and on desks
  • Went into students desks, ripped up their books.
  • Stole my glasses. (which were in my desk bc I only used them in class at the time)
  • Threw some desks around.
  • Carved swear words into the boards. (there was so much carving I’m assuming she just had a knife on her person, which has to lead to the question, did she have a knife on her while she was in class with us?)
  • Physically ripped the hooks to hang backpacks on out of the wall.
  • Knocked the closet door off it’s hinges.
  • Ripped up all the books in the bookcases and threw their pages all around the room.
  • Wrote lewd phrases inside student’s desks.
  • Broke multiple chairs.
  • Used her podium as a battering ram against the wall that’s in front of where the backpacks go. (the wall won but Damage Was Inflicted)
  • Set a fire in the trash can.
  • When the principal and other teachers started trying to get in, she tossed her rolling chair at the door to scare them off.
  • She was screaming curse words at the top of her lungs the entire time, and cursing the school and the kids and the principal and the church in general, and the school building was small, so all the parents and the smaller children that had to come to the meetings (who were locked in their respective classrooms in fear) heard everything.
  • So much more? But it’s 4:30 in this morning and this list is already long.

So my mom is in the front office and deadass the

entire police force

shows up, running down the hallway to the classroom yelling at her to stop, and it takes a while for them to get her out holy shit. They knocked down the door and she tried to escape out of one of the broken windows! But they got her and dragged her out.

So of course, in such a small school with very involved parents this shit spread like wildfire. The entire town knew within the day. The poor principal called the newly retired old-seventh grade teacher and was like “So we…need some help” and the lady was like “I already heard I’ll be there Monday” omfg. I remember I got a text from one of my classmates saying “if your birthday wish was for us to be set free from the beast I love you” omfg.

So, we eventually go back to school on Monday and everyone’s buzzing. The principal has us go to the cafeteria and she ‘delicately’ explains the situation, and that the old teacher is coming out of retirement for us, the school has a restraining order against Mrs. Stubel now and that she’s sorry we had to deal with this mess. Our classroom had to go under some heavy reconstruction before we could be let back in there, so for like two weeks we alternated between the cafeteria and the preschooler’s classroom, we had no books or anything, just provided loose-leaf paper and pens. It was like, surreal, but everyone was just so happy to be rid of her and to be in the presence of a competent teacher omfg. We eventually were able to get back into our usual classroom.

  1. It took a while for things to go completely back to normal, though. After the big spectacle she made, for weeks after she was fired we were all very scared of the possibility of Mrs. Stubel returning to the school with a gun in hand. It was always a topic we whispered about at lunch with wide eyes and shivers. Like…genuine nightmare scenario.
  2. About two weeks after she was fired, a boy in the back of the classroom gasped loudly during SSR, and when we all looked at him, he whispered in anger “She never gave us our freakin’ strudels!”
  3. About three months after she was fired, we were lined up at the door to go to Library when a few of us looked through the windows and saw something darting through the trees. It was fast and we couldn’t make anything out, so we let it drop. When the class and teacher returned half and hour later, the book she had borrowed months before from one of the boys was sitting on his desk. It was just laying there, the room was silent, nothing had been disturbed…but I have never seen a book look so threatening. People were freaking out. Someone kept insisting that she turned the book into a bomb. No one figure out how she got in the school, and no one could figure out how she got it on the right desk, as we had switched the seating arrangement since she had last been there.  
  4. A full six months after she had left, it was nearing the end of the school year and our class was dicking around during our last computer class. Someone found a website (that we weren’t allowed to be on) that pulls up any police records attached to whoever’s name you enter, so someone decided to search Mrs. Stubel as a joke. We ended up finding out she had like six DUI’s.

Aaaaand that’s the story of the horrendous teacher I had for two months in 7th grade. One of my favorite party stories but tbh she still haunts me™ .

anonymous asked:

what are some really important pointers you have for people who want to make animatics?

this is probably gonna be a bit long so just a heads up i guess?? also please note im not a student for anything in art and am not a professional i’m just giving out my opinions on this and things based on my own experience.

  • do thumbnailing 

you don’t always have to start it with the actual frame and the drawing for thumbnailing doesn’t have to be good. this is just to let you have a feel of what you want for the final frame. it also doesn’t have to be digital you can just doodle it in some paper you found lying about. this is also good for parts of your animatics where there’s lots of movement(like dancing!) 

thumbnailing is also good for parts where you have multiple ideas! doodle all your possible ideas and see which one is best for that scene

  • perspective/angled shots

these are super cool and can help with the atmosphere of the scene! for example:

they also just look really nice and interesting and fun

  • landscapes and backgrounds

you can’t always have just a bunch of people gathered around all in one frame, you gotta show the setting of the whole thing

this also allows for your characters to move around more! don’t always make them flat like this though(this doesn’t mean you can’t do this, just don’t do it all the time)

grab a ruler or if you don’t have one like me, zoom out completely and try to make straight lines(they don’t rlly have to be perfectly straight though! but don’t make them too slanted either)

and if you have sai, free deform it and set the perspective to 100% and then just mess around with it!

also remember to add buildings/furniture/etc if needed!!

  • do dynamic poses

these help the facial expressions of the character! a lot of people seem to just concentrate on just the face for emotion but body language is also important!

you can throw in some perspective into this as well!

  • make a LOT of frames

as mentioned above, movement is very exciting!! and you can show movement with those frames. it doesn’t even have to be a lot of movement like one second they were there and now they’re in an entirely different spot, subtle movement is also very good! 

try not to reuse the same frame too much! it might end up looking very awkward 

also try not to just erase and add things to the body of a character as if it were some kind of paper doll stuck to a wall like this:

it’ll end up looking very stiff and awkward. instead, just redraw the character completely! make them move around a bit

you don’t always have to make things super clean

you don’t have to do clean lineart, just doodle a frame and make it easy to read for everyone on what’s happening. especially because drawing hundreds of frames is already so time consuming and not to mention stressful. do yourself a favor and not tire yourself out more than you should.

that’s kind of all the pointers i have. hope this helps!!!

I’ve wanted to talk for So Long about the portrayal of anxiety in YOI but I’ve been having so much trouble putting together what I want to say in the most effective manner. I kept trying to come at this in a more analytical fashion, but considering that this is such a personally important topic to me, I’m going to try a more emotional approach. Something I don’t normally do.

So really, to start off, I wanna say that I’m so damn thankful for the way Yuuri is written. Really, seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever had the ability to relate more to character; Yuuri is close to a mirror of my own experiences with anxiety and it’s so fantastic to have a model of development and growth for me and people like me. I found the portrayal to be frighteningly accurate, from types of thoughts, behaviors, mannerisms… I think the episode that stood out to me the most in terms of Yuuri’s anxiety was ep7, aka Yuuri’s on-screen panic attack episode. 

The first thing I noticed was this: 

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve found myself in that exact position. I bounce my legs when I panic, just like Yuuri is doing here. Head in his hands, breathing heavily, bouncing and jostling limbs. This isn’t the Mary-Sue cutesy portrayal of anxiety–this is a real anxiety disorder. It’s not pretty. It’s not easy. It can’t be fixed with a single word or a touch or a person. Quite frankly, it’s ugly and you lose control of your body. 

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Story 215: Cultural Exchange

The human steps onto the station from her shuttle, and walks into the scanner.  It flashes - no weapons.  I pity her, though there’s nothing I can do for her.  By tomorrow she will be a slave the same as me; the Gaunvans collect ambassadors like trophies.
“Hello there!  Amanda Thorn, ambassador for the Empire of Humanity.  You’re a Ixian, correct?”
Mimicking human body language, I nod my head.  "That’s correct.  Ix Malasan.  It is an honor to meet you.“
She smiles, reminding me again that she has somehow modified herself to breathe atmosphere suited to the Gaunvans rather than wear a respirator like myself.  Other than that she appears to be a standard human, something I am led to believe is less and less common as they pursue the bizarre compulsion humans have to alter their bodies.  Changing hair color, adding pigments to their skins in patterns and pictures, growing long tails or ears that mimic other species from their planet.  No other known species tampers with their bodies like this.
“Not to be undiplomatic, she says, "but the Gaunvans enslaved your people.  Why are you here?”
“We… reached a mutually beneficial agreement.  We would have lost in combat and been eliminated, so we chose to preserve what we could of our culture.  The Gaunvans are not naturally skilled at diplomacy, so they bring me along to assist and to show that peace can be made.”
She nods.  "Understood.  I can respect that choice.  How much freedom do you have, personally?“
Smart of her, to start planning for her future. "A fair amount.  I have free reign on the ship when we are in transit.  At the homeworld I have reasonably comfortable quarters.”
“Have you ever met the Empress, or…?”
“Oh, no.  No, while on the homeworld I am confined to my chambers - but they’re quite spacious.”
“Shame.  Okay, plan ‘A’ then.  Let’s get this over with.”

Despite my attempt at encouraging diplomacy, the Gaunvan commander starts with threats.  I don’t know why I bother.  He looms over the human, chitinous plates almost black in the dim light.  His pod of six is posted around the room, for show more than for actual security since she followed orders and came alone and unarmed.  "Failure to surrender will bring the full wrath of our army upon you.  Humanity will be crushed, and wiped from the universe.“
To her credit, she looks very calm.  "We live in a post-scarcity society.  Bloody conquest just seems silly, doesn’t it?”
“It is for the glory of Gaun!”
“Well, I’m not prepared to get into a religious debate with you,” she says, “since I doubt there’s anything I can do to change your mind.  Since you’re committed to this course of action, what are you willing to offer if we surrender?”
Now he goes back on script.  Maybe I am getting through to him a little?  He talks about the benefits of being enslaved, mainly the protections for up to twelve designated culturally historical sites.  They’ve been mostly good on their word on my homeworld, though they did use the area just outside of the Hahhn Memorial as a waste dump.

She nods as she listens.  There was a part of me that was worried she would argue, because the humans are somewhat childlike.  They don’t understand the horrors of war.  Certainly they fought in the past, but the last time they had to battle was more than two of their generations ago, so these ones have all grown up coddled and soft.  They play games with each other instead, silly competitions.  They make art, and play pretend, and alter their bodies for fun.  They don’t have weapons anymore, and wouldn’t know how to use them if they did.
“Well then,” ambassador Thorn says, “this is about what I expected.  On behalf of humanity, I would like to formally reject this offer.”
Oh no.  Foolish humans.  The galaxy will miss your innocence.  The commander makes an excited clicking noise, looking forward to combat.  He reaches a blade-tipped hand towards ambassador Thorn, but hesitates as every device in the room bleats out an alert - we’ve all lost communications with the outside.

Like one of the dances humans do, she gracefully pivots around while taking his hand.  She ends up close to him and places her other arm against his thorax, then… oh gods. Gods, what… she’s ripped his arm off.  It’s not possible.  The commander is clearly thinking the same thing, staring in mute shock at his dripping limb.
“I’d like to extend a counter-offer,” she says, and flips the arm around before jamming the bladed end into his neck.  The warriors around the room are fidgeting, uncertain.  They haven’t been told to attack, and don’t want to dishonor their commander by intervening in a fight with such a small creature.  She’s still holding the commander’s severed arm in his neck, but she rotates and heaves, lifting him off the ground with it for a moment… and then his head pops off, landing squarely on the conference table.  She allows the corpse to slide to the ground, and straightens her clothes as if they aren’t covered in ichor.

I don’t understand.

The warriors, now with no orders at all, finally act.  She smiles as they come for her, I suppose because she has done her duty to send this powerful message of resistance.  She can die in peace.  Or… no… She’s killing them.  She’s smiling because this is fun for her.  Though they’re partly killing themselves; if there had been two of them, prepared, strategic, they might have prevailed.  Watching six panicked fighters get in each other’s way while trying to stop a smaller, faster, and somehow impossibly stronger foe is almost hypnotic.  At least one is killed by the stab of a friendly lance due to pure confusion.  It’s over faster than I would have thought possible, severed limbs strewn across the room.  I’ve got some fluids splashed across my clothing.  Only one yet lives, and he is retreating.  She seems to be allowing it.

She follows behind, holding a lance.  The wounded and scared warrior scurries down the hallway towards his ship, looking back behind him as he goes.  She’s just… walking.  Calm.  And for some reason I’m following.  The last Gaunvan reaches the airlock and the second he enters his code she throws the lance - throws it! - and spears him.
“Come on, we’re stealing their ship.”  She says it like this is the most normal thing in the world.
“There are thousands more on board!  Thousands!  Almost all warrior caste!”
She smiles again, and keeps walking.  I see errors on the screens that we pass, messages indicating communications have been lost.  They can’t tell anyone what is happening here.  Even the communicators within the ship are on nodes rather than being wired, so the warriors at one end of the vessel won’t be able to coordinate with the other end.  Do they even know they’ve been boarded?

We enter the bridge after she kills a handful of other guards with ease.  They’re too shocked by her presence to act in time.  Once the door are sealed and she is working on the control systems she starts talking to me again.
“Well, you know, we do like to be prepared.”
“But you… you ripped his arm off.”
“Yeah, that was super satisfying.”  She looks at me appraisingly.  "Oh, come on.  Is it really that surprising?  You knew we were into changing ourselves, right?  Being strong enough to pop an overgrown bug’s forelimb off isn’t rocket science.“
"Your people are so peaceful…”
“Oh, sure, most of them.  But we did that, too.  Tweaked ourselves over the years to decrease aggression and some of our tribalistic tendencies, increase empathy… all stuff that can be undone if needed.  Though for a good cause even the nicest of us can squish a bug or two.”
“You bond with Ry'ling devourers!”
“Those are the big fuzzy guys that look like cats, yeah?  Those guys are adorable!  But… look, liking some things that could kill us doesn’t mean we’ll sit back and get enslaved.  We didn’t put up with it well when we enslaved each other, and we certainly aren’t going to go for it now that we’re… finally… on the same page about slavery being unacceptable.  It was, uh, a longer time than we like to admit before the last hold-outs were convinced of that one.”

I can feel the ship un-dock.  We’re moving.  "What about all the warriors on board?  They’ll break through the doors eventually!“
"Not according to this control panel here.  Take a look.”
It says there’s no atmosphere in the rest of the ship.  Life signs are negative on all but two of the warriors, presumably the only ones that got to their suits in time.  She disabled all the safety measures, somehow.  She just killed… I check the life signs readout again to confirm the number… three thousand, six hundred, and fourteen soldiers.  Wait, how is it tracking that unless… “Are communications back up?”
“Yeah, I’m calling some friends.  The military is right around the corner, so to speak.”
“But Earth doesn’t have a standing military.”
She laughs.  Not just a little bit.  She’s actually doubled over for a moment, unable to catch her breath.  "Sweet Jeebus, you guys actually fell for that?  No standing military.  Have you read about us at all?“

Three ships appear seemingly out of nowhere, and one docks with the Gaunvan vessel.  Once the atmosphere is restored we head to the airlock to meet them, and I’m surprised by an entire platoon of Gaunvan warriors.  Speaking English.
"Okay boys, send your last goodbyes!  This is in all likelihood a one way mission.  Commander Thorn!  It is an honor to see you again, and might I say you look exquisite drenched in the blood of your enemies!”
She bows to him, blushing, and then salutes the Gaunvans.  Or… humans?  Can they change themselves this drastically?
“You’ve got two holed up in here somewhere.  Bridge is clear, have the techs bring the new brain on board.”
“New brain?”
She looks at me like she’s forgotten that I’m here, and then turns back to the others.  "Men, this is our new friend Ix Malasan who has just been liberated from his captivity.  He’s going to be helping with our intel.  Malasan, yeah, a new brain for the ship.  Once this vessel is cleaned up and back in service with a new crew we’ll be able to take it over whenever we want even if all of our boys get killed.  We cooked up a really sadistic AI for it.“
"But how do you know the protocols?  This was your first contact with the Gaunvans, they’ve never lost a ship anywhere near here!”
“No?  There wasn’t a mining colony disaster two years ago?”
“But that was just an accident… and you weren’t even involved in the war yet… and…”

The faux-Gaunvans have finished boarding.  The one that was talking to them before puts a bladed claw on ambassador - commander - Thorn’s shoulder.  "You coming with?“
"Naw.  Orders said I could only come if they allow ambassadors near extremely high value targets.  Malasan here says they don’t, so I need to wait for my next mission back on Earth.”
“It would have been nice having you with us, Thorn.  Well, maybe we’ll see each other again.  Suicide mission or not, I think I’ve decided to live through it.”
“Bold choice,” she says, and kisses him next to his lower mandibles.
He nods at me, then turns back to his men. “Okay everyone, we are now officially on the job.  And what is that job?”
In unison, they start chanting.


For a moment I nearly feel pity for the Gaunvans.  Nearly.  Commander Thorn leads me off of the ship, and I start thinking about what useful information I can provide the ‘harmless’ humans.  Fuck shit up, indeed.

i say “i’m seeing a therapist” and he takes a step backwards. why he wants to know. what happened. what made me like this, basically. what was the final step that pushed me safely into the side of scary people like them.

there’s a lot i think about. like how my illnesses effect me outside of the actual symptoms. like beyond the weight there’s a second river to drown in.

i mean we don’t talk about having to stare at employment papers where they ask you to self-identify your problems. that little bead of sweat that forms when you worry - what if i don’t tell them and i need help? what if i tell them and they think i’m a risk factor? what if they won’t give me the job?

we don’t talk about the way some people act when they find out. the ones who are rude about it are one thing. but then there’s those people you thought were your friends who act like you just told them you’re infectious. who become weird and distant and suspicious like a switch flipped. like if they get to close to you, you’ll give it to them.

we learn to be okay with things we overhear on the bus but we never get used to it coming out of the mouth of the people we love. we carry this secret with us like a rotted fruit, clutching it to our bodies. we’re ashamed of our scars in front of our boss. we don’t talk about our panic attacks during lunch breaks. when the cop pulls you over “i’m disassociating” isn’t an excuse we can open the page on. when you watch people make these ranting posts about how real friends always text back, how if someone loves you, they’ll find the time to spend. success stories make other people cry with inspiration while some part of your brain is saying you can’t do that, you’re not like them. things are uglier at the bottom. you can’t explain why you can’t just make friends. you can’t write because you’re depressed but when you’re depressed you write best. you can’t eat today and no don’t ask why please. nevermind taking the train. never mind trying to be happy. never mind reading books and watching movies and wondering where exactly are people like you in hero stories. i watch a video where a man tells me that being depressed is just a mindset. when i wear all black someone remarks i look particularly emo today. it’s 2017 does anyone say emo anymore, i ask her, and she laughs, “you just look like one of those fake-depressed girls.” okay.  

i don’t tell him my therapist is actually why things don’t happen anymore. why i’m getting a handle on it. my tongue feels swollen. i feel embarrassed talking about it. in the highest twist of irony, i think of how many people know my problems anonymously on the internet. i almost spill out all my troubles onto him. instead i tell him it’s just a precaution. that i think everyone should really see a therapist, they’re brain mechanics and we all need a tune-up now and then. he relaxes.

okay. okay. i’m sorry i’m one of them.

Literally just all the sexual things Alexander Hamilton sent to John Laurens

“I love you.”

This one is pretty self explanatory. Men were much more intimate back in the 1700′s, forming bonds that seem very ~gay~ in today’s light. Homosexuality wasn’t a very understood thing back then because rigid moral codes and censured education prevented people from learning more about sexuality.

 But Alexander Hamilton knew.

 He grew up on an island where ‘Sodomites’ (gay people) were dumped and  allowed to mingle with the island population. Alex knew that there was a certain zone of interactions between men that went from being merely friendly to sexual. He clearly steps into the bounds of sexual while fully realizing it.

“In drawing my picture, you will no doubt be civil to your friend; mind you do justice to the length of my nose and don’t forget, that I [- - - - - -].”

Ahhhhhhhhh my son Alex, could you be more explicit? Alex here is obviously referring to his something else (you know) with the knowledge that John Lauren’s knows the size. This sentence right here is basically just one long ;).

 “Your friend” seems to be written teasingly, as if they both know how far from friends they are.

And we can only guess how dirty Alex got in those last six  CUT OUT words.

“Dear Boy” [sent by John Laurens]

John laurens calls his wife his ‘dear girl’, and here he calls Alex his ‘dear boy’.  Moreover, Laurens did not call any other man he ever wrote to as his ‘dear boy’. Laurens seems to see Alex as on the same level, if not higher, as his own wife.

“Did I mean to show my wit? If I did, I am sure I have missed my aim. Did I only intend to [frisk]? In this I have succeeded, but I have done more. I have gratified my feelings, by lengthening out the only kind of intercourse now in my power with my friend.”

This phrase right here I unfortunately do not see a lot when people talk about Alex and John’s letters. This, to me, is one of the most explicit. “Wit” also mean one’s you know what (here I give a nod to the Ravenclaw moto), so Hamilton’s saying he was pretty much just messing around with John the last letter he sent. This is the only sort of “intercourse” he is able to have with John, as they are both so far apart. He is incapable of ‘sexual’ intercourse because of their distance, so he feels he must, in the 18th century way, sext.

“I would invite you after the fall to Albany to be witness to the final consummation.”

As you might have already guessed, Alex is inviting John to a threesome on his wedding night. The idea that Alex feels so at ease inviting John to a threesome with his wife suggests they have already had something going for a long time now. 

“But like a jealous lover, when I thought you slighted my caresses, my affection was alarmed and my vanity piqued. I had almost resolved to lavish no more of them upon you and to reject you as an inconstant and an ungrateful –”

Here Alex compares himself to John’s lover, and a jealous one at that. John seems to be shying away from Alex’s bawdiness, as if realizing how strange their relationships is in retrospect. Alex is scrambling to hang on to him, even though he knows well what are and what happens to Sodomites. He would do anything for John while knowing the consequences. And John is too afraid to join him. And who the hell knows what the last word was.

“And believe me, I am lover in earnest,”

*cough cough* looks like John knows exactly what happens when Alex’s feeling frisky.

“She [Eliza] loves you a l'americaine not a la francoise.”

The French were renowned for their relaxed stance on extramarital love affairs, while Americans were more Puritan-minding and thought love affairs only should happen in church-sanctioned marriages. Thus Eliza has an a l’americaine love of John Laurens, rather than an a la francoise.

“You will be pleased to recollect in your negotiations that I have no invincible antipathy to the maidenly beauties & that I am willing to take the trouble of them upon myself.”

*cough* this sentence is a bit confusing, and could be taken a few ways. What I infer from this is that Alexander Hamilton is willing, and John knows this, to assume an air of femininity because he finds no fault with it. It was commonly noted by people who wrote of Hamilton that he was very feminine in comparison with other men of his day. Alex’s femininity seems to please John, the topic even having been discussed between the two in ‘negotiations’.

“My ravings are for your own bosom” Alex desperately misses Laurens’ intimate contact in a way that, in my opinion, could never be mistaken as simply friendship. Alex literally wants to be held by John. How fucking heartbreaking is that.

“Yrs for ever”

Ok, this one isn’t sexual, but I had to add it because it is so heartbreaking. This was Alex’s last farewell note to John. That is, if he even received it. He died shortly after Alex sent the letter; whether he read the farewell or not is all lost to history. Alex loved John so much, despite the fact that both already had a wife. He would have always loved him, even if they had grown apart…

That’s it folks: time for me to cry.

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  • the clip starts with eva talking about causeries: humorous written piece that, in english, can be referred to as “talk of the town”. eva says she’s not good at it while noora says she doesn’t even know what it is. 👀👀👀
  • even before sana starts focusing on the carrot munching, from the very first second of the clip, the audio has a slight echo to it. which could just be the staircase in which they’re in but i’d think that the team would fix it in post-prod. i feel like they left it because it gives a daydreaming quality to the scene and sana’s pov. from the start, she’s not really listening.
  • carrot munching from the trailer
  • i’ve seen people comment that noora is eating too loudly, that’s not what it is.
    firstly: have you ever managed to eat a carrot silently? and secondly: the shot is to show how much sana is annoyed by noora now. when you hate someone, you tend to find every single thing they do annoying. suddenly, they breathe too loud, eat too loud, are just generally gross.
  • in my attempt to find out if there was a word for this phenomenon other than misophonia (as i understand it, misophonia is when you’re hypersensitive to certain sounds regardless of the context or person…i was looking for a word for when it happens only when you hate someone), i discovered a video of 5mn of carrot munching noises. here it is if you want to die.
  • the mcdonald’s discourse
  • sana looks outside at sara, vilde, and laila and…
  • …i’ll come back to this image later.
  • as sana focuses on noora and eva joining the group, she tunes out the noise around her just as when in prayer or when she was looking at yousef’s facebook profile. it seems that the music from sigur rós is used here as it was used in the other focusing scenes.
  • isak literally gets his nose into other people’s business (and i feel that almost everyone noticed immediately, despite how little of the frame it takes, because of the reading sense)
  • again, we have isak trying to reach sana and he says exactly what’s on sana’s mind: “has sara stolen all your friends?”

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