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Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno - Reggie Mantle x Reader Imagine

Warnings: Some swearing, some yelling

Request by @stevrgers:  hey could I request an imagine where the reader has a thing with reggie but it’s super lowkey and reggie wants to keep it that way because he wants to keep her out of the playbook (cause he really cares for her) but the reader perceives his secrecy of their relationship as him being embarrassed to be seen with her by his friends/the school and reader gets upset & reggie is torn cause he wants to tell her about the book but also doesn’t want to get in trouble by the team for exposing their secret

Hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry if it seems a little disjointed. I tried to jam so much into it and it got so long (almost six pages on Word), but here you are!

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{PART 9} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook takes you shopping and you inadvertently give him a lesson on just how cruel humans can be to each other.

{Part 1} // {Part 8} {Part 9} {Part 10}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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Darren Criss & Brother Chuck Talk New, 'Unapologetically Fun' Alt-Pop Project, Computer Games

Darren Criss was always destined to make a career out of music. He studied the violin from age 5 well into his teenage years, picking up other instruments along the way, while also pursuing a love for musical theater. But he credits his own musical endeavors to the environment in which he grew up – particularly his older brother, Chuck, who brought other musical interests to the table especially when they were in high school.

“Music has always been the backbone of our relationship and our household,” Darren tells Billboard. “We both had a voracious appetite for music, but I think high school is when we started playing together and being to communicate on a level that changed everything. I think the kind of music we played is probably loud garage rock, because we were just playing in the basement.”

Once they graduated, though, the Criss brothers decided to take their own paths. Darren independently released a solo EP, Human, in July 2010, just months before debuting in his breakthrough role as dreamy choir head Blaine Anderson on Fox’s hit musical dramedy Glee, while Chuck found a home in New York City and became a founding member of indie-rock fivesome Freelance Whales.

With Glee seeing its end in 2015 and Freelance Whales’ most recent album hailing from 2012, both Criss brothers were itching to do something new musically – so they thought, why not relive the days of the brotherly collaborations? And come March 8, 2017, behold, the Criss alt-pop project Computer Games.

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A/N: Just a reminder that I’ve gotten all of your requests, it’s just a matter of finding the time to write and post them. But don’t worry, I promise I’ll get to them soon! Love you guys! xoxo

Anonymous said:
Hey! May I request a Josh Dun imagine? Maybe like where the reader gets drunk and they come home to Josh and the reader’s all like “kiss me” and Josh does but he stops her before they do anything else bc Josh wouldn’t take advantage of the reader and it’s all cute and shiz lol. Love your writing! :) <3

*gender neutral

Bright lights, fancy awards, elegant attire, loud applause, crisp champagne, a crowd full of people, and your two best friends, it was a night like no other. Ever since Tyler and Josh’s new album hit the top of the charts, they had been busy as hell. Whether award shows, parties, interviews, concerts, touring, music video filming, or just traveling on the road, they always seemed to be the center of attention. It didn’t surprise you that they had won another award, but you were surprised when they decided to go to the after party. Usually they would bow out, decide to go back to the tour bus, and instead, blast music, eat cereal, and do their own little thing. They were never usually ones for parties. But however, winning an award and just finishing tour, going to a grand scale celebrity party must’ve sounded like the perfect way to celebrate. “Come on, y/n,” Josh insisted. “It’ll be fun. We don’t even have to drink or anything, we can just go there, talk to some people, dance for a little bit, that’s all.”

“Just a couple hours,” Tyler agreed.

“I never said I wasn’t going,” you narrowed your eyes. “I’m just double checking that this is really what you guys want to do.”

“Why? You doubt me and my partying abilities?” Tyler playfully gasped, putting a hand to his chest and acting deeply offended. “Believe me, y/n, I can bust a move like nobody knows.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m just making sure none of you will chicken out on me halfway through the night.”

“Never,” Tyler shook his head. “I’m on top of the world right now, and I don’t think I want to come down anytime soon. How about you, Josh?”

“Huh?” Josh lifted his head from his phone. “I was just scrolling through the group chat. The party starts in a couple minutes. I’d start heading over now.”

“Teenagers and their phones,” Tyler clicked his tongue.

“I’m researching,” Josh laughed. “I have to find the address somehow.”

It wasn’t long before you guys had arrived, and sure enough, it was just as you had imagined it. There was a plethora of people crowding the dance floor where a professional DJ and live band were playing music, a kitchen equipped with a bar tender serving all sorts of drinks and foods ranging anywhere from a five-foot-tall chocolate fountain to gourmet French fries, a longue where people were smoking and snorting who knows what kind of drugs, and of course, the usual pool table in the corner. “They went all out,” you shouted to Josh over the music as Tyler led you both towards the kitchen.

“Typical party,” he shrugged, putting an arm around you as you approached the bar tender. You and Josh were just friends, but you had to admit, you had a tiny crush on him, and when he put his arm around your shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel a small tug on your heartstrings. You tried to ignore your stupid feelings and took a seat next to Josh before asking for a drink.

“I’ll have a tequila,” you ordered. Josh eyed you strangely. “What?”

“I don’t know,” he tried acting casual. “I think I’m just going to stick to Red Bull tonight.”

“You should have at least one drink,” you argued, thanking the bar tender with a nod as he handed you a glass and you downed a shot. “Loosen up, celebrate, have some fun.”

“I’m already having fun,” he chuckled, popping open the tab of his can before taking a sip. “As long as I’m with you, I’m enjoying myself.”

“Flirt,” you smirked, trying to ignore the blush in your cheeks and ordering another shot. “You sure you don’t want one?”

“Somebody’s going to have to drive us home, remember?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Tyler already agreed to do that on the ride here,” you pointed out. “Here, I’ll order a margarita and you just have a sip or two.”

“Y/n,” Josh began to protest, but you were already waving at the bar tender to hit you up. You started on your next drink and Josh took a deep breath. “Maybe you should pace yourself a little bit. There’s still a lot of the night to go.”

“I’ll be just fine,” you rolled your eyes. That’s when Josh looked down at his phone. “What’s the matter?”

“Mark Hoppus just got here,” Josh explained. “He wants to congratulate me on the award and some stuff, talk for a little bit, catch up. Is it okay if I leave you here?”

“Yup,” you nodded. “I’m not going anywhere!”

“No more drinks,” Josh narrowed his eyes. “Not until I get back anyways, got it? It will only take a couple minutes. Look, Tyler’s right over there talking to Pete Wentz if you need somebody.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you groaned. “Go talk to Mark. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

“Okay,” Josh complied hesitantly before sliding off his seat, gulping down the rest of his Red Bull, and then heading off to find his friend.

The rest of the night was basically a blur. You remember someone sitting down beside you, either Joe Trohman or Brendon Urie, and they had convinced you to have a couple more drinks. The bar tender had eventually cut you off because you had reached your limit for the night. One of your favorite songs came on and you stumbled onto the dance floor, slurring out the lyrics noisily, a random stranger picking you up off the floor, and then Tyler coming to save you. “Woah there,” Tyler steadied you. “You’re a mess.”

“Where’s Josh?” your incomprehensible attempt at speaking tumbled out of your mouth.

“Hmm?” Tyler cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, I think he went back. He couldn’t find you.”

“He left?” you slurred out.

“Yeah,” Tyler nodded. “To his hotel room. It’s getting late anyways. You should probably go back too. He’ll take care of you, I’ll leave you with him for the night. How about that?”

“I’d like that,” you responded happily.

“Goodness gracious, y/n, you’re reeking of alcohol,” Tyler frowned. “How much did you drink?”

“Just a little,” you replied.

“Uh huh…” he murmured. “Well how about we get you home?”

“Is Josh at home?” you sputtered out excitedly, your mind nothing but a jumbled mess of thoughts.

“He’s at the hotel, yeah,” Tyler answered. “But come on. We’ve got to get you in the car and then drive there too.” It took a while for him to drag you out to the driveway and help you into your seat, but eventually you were sitting shotgun, buckled in, and somewhat sane as Tyler drove down the road.

“Can I talk to Josh?” you wondered.

“Of course you can,” Tyler laughed. “We’ll see him in a little while.”

“No,” you whined impatiently. “Right now.”

“Right now?” he raised his eyebrows, gaze flickering from the road to you. “Uh, sure. You can call him if you want.”

“I can?” you asked eagerly.

“Sure you can,” he chuckled. “I mean, we’ll see him in just a couple minutes, but if you have to talk to him so bad, you can go right ahead.”

You fumbled for your phone in your pocket before pulling it out, somehow by miracle able to properly call Josh on the first try. The phone rang several times before he answered. “Hey y/n,” he greeted. “Sorry, I got kind of sleepy and I asked Tyler to take you home. How are you doing?”

“I’m so happy,” you sighed, slurring your words. “You should’ve been there.”

“Oh gosh,” Josh groaned. “Did you drink some more?”

“Just a little,” you insisted.

“A lot,” Tyler piped up.

“Don’t listen to him,” you argued. “I’m just a bit tipsy, that’s all.”

“You want to stay with me tonight?” Josh offered. “In case you get sick or something? I’m sure you won’t be so happy in a couple hours when all that junk starts to ruin your system.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Tyler explained loud enough for Josh to hear. “If that’s alright with you.”

“It’s cool,” Josh replied. “You’ll be sticking with me tonight, y/n.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you grinned.

“Don’t get too excited,” Tyler rolled his eyes. “You’re probably going to have a killer hangover tomorrow morning.”

When you rolled into the parking lot of the hotel, Tyler could barely get you standing on your two feet. “I’m kind of dizzy,” you admitted. “Maybe that’s why my feet don’t work.”

“I’m dizzy just looking at you,” Tyler laughed. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs and to Josh’s room.”

“How do I walk if my feet don’t work?” you pouted.

“Your feet work just fine,” Tyler sighed. “You just need to try to use them.”

“I want Josh,” you insisted, swaying a couple times before Tyler stood you upright.

“I’m about to give up on you,” Tyler glared playfully. “Don’t make me call him down here to carry you.”

“I’d like that,” you giggled cheerfully. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Y/n, you are so drunk,” Tyler rolled his eyes.

“I want to see Josh,” you complained as he tugged you towards the door of the hotel, shoving you towards the elevator. “I love Josh.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” Tyler smirked. “You don’t have to be drunk for me to figure that out.”

“I love him so much,” you repeated.

“Well you better behave yourself,” Tyler narrowed your eyes, helping you out of the elevator and supporting you as you ambled down the hallway to Josh’s hotel room. When Josh opened the door, he stared at you, widening his eyes.

“Oh geez,” he muttered. “I thought I told you not to drink anymore!”

“You got it from here?” Tyler asked, pained look on his face. “I’m dead tired. Y/n’s been quite the handful.”

“Hey!” you snapped. “I’ve been an angel!”

“Have you now?” Josh chuckled.

“I’m going to turn in for the night,” Tyler sighed. “You have fun with that one.”

“I’ll try,” Josh teased. He lugged you into the room and sat you on the couch. “Try to get some sleep, okay?”

“No!” you whined, tugging at his arm when he tried to walk away. “I want to stay with you.”

“You want me to stay out here for a little while until you fall asleep?” he wondered.

“I want to fall asleep with you,” you corrected. “Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”

“You’re cute when you’re drunk,” he rolled his eyes.

“You’re cute all the time,” you insisted.

“Sure,” Josh laughed. “Come on, how about you join me and we can go to my bed?”

“Bed?” you raised your eyebrows and grinned.

“Stop it,” he shook his head. “I mean so we can sleep.”

“You want to sleep with me?” you smiled slyly. “Joshua Dun.”

“You’re just being silly,” he argued. “Come on, we’re going to go sleep. In bed. Now.”

“Whatever you say,” you shrugged, goofy grin still plastered on your face as he just laughed and scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the hotel bed and before tucking you in. “Bridal style.”

“That’s right,” he chuckled. “I don’t want you falling on your face, it’s best if I carry you.”

“You carry me like a bride,” you yawned happily. “Does that mean we’re going to get married?”

“Sure,” he joked. “If you want.”

“That would make me so happy,” you sighed, turning over to face him, scooching closer to him underneath the sheets. “You and me, together forever.”

“You’re so drunk,” he laughed. “I bet you won’t even remember any of this tomorrow morning.”

“Is that when our wedding is?” you tilted your head. “Tomorrow morning?”

“Sure, why not,” Josh decided.

“Can I ask you something?” you frowned. “It’s important.”

“Of course,” he smiled. “Anything you want.”

“Can you kiss me?” you inquired, hopeful eyes gazing up at his. “Please?”

“Uh…” Josh stared at you for a second, debating it. “I’d love to, really, but I think you’d rather have me kiss you when you’re sober. So you remember, you know?”

“So you want to?” your eyes lit up.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I’d love to. But I’d also want you to remember.”

“Maybe I don’t need to remember,” you offered. “Maybe it can be our secret. Just tonight.”

“Just tonight?” Josh raised an eyebrow, still contemplating it in his head. You were being awfully tempting, and those lips looked so soft and sweet, but he knew it was wrong. He shouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t be comfortable with sober. Much less, he had just confessed that he wanted to kiss you! He was crazy! What if you remembered that tomorrow morning? What if it was just your drunk self-talking? Questions swirled around in his brain and doubt began to eat away at him, anxiety slowly seeping into his brain.

“Please,” you begged. “Come on, Josh. Just one kiss won’t hurt.”

“I guess it won’t,” he agreed shyly.

“Then come on,” you insisted, staring at him. You lowered your voice to barely a whisper. “Just kiss me.” He leaned in and rested a hand behind your head, pulling you close and kissing your lips gently, lingering a moment before pulling back, opening his eyes and staring at you.

“I love you,” he breathed, still lost in your eyes, trying to figure out what he had just done, much less, said.

“I love you too,” you grinned. “Come on, let’s not stop there.” You leaned in for another kiss but he shook his head, closing his eyes tight before opening them again.

“Not tonight,” he took a deep breath. “Maybe when you’re sober, but I um, I shouldn’t have done that y/n. You’re not thinking right.”

“I’m thinking perfectly fine!” you rolled your eyes. “Please Josh, I want more.”

“So do I,” he mumbled. “But I really don’t think we should do this now.”

“Josh,” you stated his name and reached forward to grab his shirt, snaking your hands down his chest and trying to tug it up. “We can’t stop there.”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “We can. We should.”

“I want this off,” you whined, tugging up his shirt again but he just laughed nervously, tugging the hem of his shirt back down to his waist.

“Let’s try to keep our clothes on, okay?” he raised his eyebrows. “I think it’s best you get some sleep, clear your head, and we’ll try this again some other time.”

“Not another time,” you complained. “Now.”

“I know, but we can’t,” he insisted. “It’s not right.”

“Didn’t it feel so good though?” you argued. “Your lips on mine? Being so close? Just the two of us, in this bed, together? Didn’t you feel something?”

“I did,” he nodded slowly. “However I think you just aren’t in the right circumstances to do any of that right now. You probably don’t even understand half of the things you’re saying. How about we cuddle and fall asleep, is that okay?”

“I want more than cuddles,” you persisted.

“Look, y/n, I’m sorry,” he sighed. “But please, I’m not going to argue with you anymore. Let’s just go to sleep. Please?”

“Okay,” you mumbled.

“Thank you,” he sighed. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

A couple minutes passed before you fell asleep, eyes closed, wrapped in Josh’s arms. You both laid there in silence, a mixture of soft snores, quiet heartbeats, and shallow breathing. That was until the sun filtered through the blinds and there was a churning, horrible, miserable feeling in the pit of your stomach, and you stumbled out of bed, escaping his arms and staggering to the bathroom, flinging open the door and retching all the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. Vomiting wasn’t a pretty sight, especially during a horrific hangover, and you felt absolutely embarrassed you had caused the mess in Josh’s hotel bathroom. You heard him stirring in bed, calling your name, and your face instantly turned red. Your head was spinning, a terrible migraine overtaking you, and sure enough, you found yourself puking up even more. You felt Josh kneel beside you, rubbing small gentle circles on your back, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry,” you sputtered out. “Shit, I’m so sorry-”

“It’s okay,” he reassured. “Don’t apologize.”

“I feel miserable,” you mumbled and he frowned, handing you a towel to clean your mouth and flushing the toilet, helping you up and giving you a hug.

“I told you not to drink anymore last night,” he reminded.

“Did I?” you wondered, watching his eyes soften as he released the embrace.

“You don’t remember anything… do you?” he whispered.

“Why? Did uh, did something happen?” you looked around and started to realize how strange it was that you slept in Josh’s bed, he was cuddling you this morning, and you supposedly got absolutely wasted last night. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, nothing happened. I just let you stay here for the night because I was afraid you might get sick. I’m glad I did, I mean, I wouldn’t want you all alone with a horrible hangover.”

“Thank you,” you stuttered out. “Goddammit I feel absolutely miserable.”

“I’ll get you a glass of water and some Advil,” he decided. “Just take it easy, okay? When you’re done you can just lay on the bed. Got it?”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Thanks so much.”

“No problem,” he gave a small smile. “I just really hope you feel better soon.”

You took a wet washcloth and wiped your face, taking a deep breath, then heading to the bed, rolling underneath the sheets. Josh approached you, handing you a cup of water and a couple Advil, which you downed and thanked him before resting your head on the pillow. “Can you, uh, stay with me? Maybe?” you asked shyly. “I don’t really want to be alone.”

“Sure,” he replied, pulling up the covers and lying beside you. Without thinking, he put an arm around you, pulling you closer, and you smiled. “Uh, is this okay? If I do this?”

“It’s more than okay,” you laughed. “I just wish I didn’t feel so shitty so I could enjoy it more. It’s not often I get cuddles.”

“You got plenty last night,” he chuckled.

“About that…” your voice trailed off. “What um, what did I do exactly? Last night?”

“You were fine,” Josh reassured. “I kept you under control. Tyler made sure you behaved.”

“Behaved?” you took a shaky breath.

“Yeah,” he smirked.

“W-what did I do?” you stammered.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I mean, obviously you don’t really remember. And when you were drunk you promised it would be our little secret.”

“Josh-” a worried, embarrassed, scared look spread across your face.

“Don’t worry,” he insisted. “Much to your disliking, I made sure we kept all our clothes on.”

“What does that mean?” you grew quiet, twice as self-conscious now.

“You really want to know?” Josh raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I sort of do,” you admitted. “I mean, if I’m as rambunctious as you say I was.”

“Maybe I should tell you when you feel better,” he decided.

“I want to know,” you argued. “Now. Please?”

“You were getting sort of, um, suggestive last night,” he explained. “You wanted to do stuff, but I told you no cause you were absolutely wasted. You got all mopey and sad and kept persisting and we uh, we kissed, once. But then I made you go to bed.”

“We kissed?” your face turned bright red. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry, look I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay,” he laughed. “I’m fine. I just thought that um, you might want to know.”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “So… was it a good kiss?”

“Maybe you would’ve remembered if you weren’t so drunk,” he rolled his eyes jokingly.

“No really,” you persisted. “Or was it awkward?”

“Maybe you should find out for yourself,” he suggested.

“What do you mean?” you narrowed your eyes.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he whispered. You stared at him for a second before capturing him in a kiss, pressing his lips on his and feeling him pull you closer, eyes closed, mouths opened, tongues moving in syncopation, his body so close to yours. When you pulled away you both opened your eyes, staring at each other, and you blinked twice.

“Did that really just happen?” you wondered, gasping for breath.

“Yeah,” Josh breathed, eyes staring into yours. “It did.”

“No, like last night,” you clarified, taking a deep breath and still unable to move your gaze away from his. “Did that happen?”

“Not as intimate, no,” he shook his head. “And uh, I don’t know about you, but I liked this one a lot better.”

“Me too,” you smiled. “Hopefully I’ll remember.”

“You think, uh, we should do it again?” he hinted. “Just in case?”

“Josh,” you laughed. “I don’t think I’ll be forgetting any of this anytime soon.”

“Do you still feel horrible?” he tilted his head to the side.

“I feel much better,” you replied. “But like you said, I think another kiss wouldn’t hurt.”

“You know you didn’t have to be drunk to kiss me, y/n,” Josh reminded. “I would’ve kissed you sober just fine. All you had to do is ask.”

“I was scared,” you admitted. “I mean, hell, what’s Tyler going to think?”

“I think he already knows,” Josh laughed. “You told him you were in love with me last night.”

“I did?” you widened your eyes. “What else happened that you never told me about?”

“You wanted my shirt off,” he added.

“I still do,” you teased.

“I’m pretty sure I can make that happen,” he gave a sly smile.

“Yeah?” you grinned.

“Yeah,” he murmured.

“I think I found the perfect cure to a killer hangover,” you chuckled.

“What? Kissing?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Nah,” you shook your head. “You.”

anonymous asked:

Just random queastions. 1.) Do you think, that they maybe changed their mind after the reaction to the withanaccent-interview and felt so insulted, that they decided, to not make Johnlock canon after all? 2.) The tarmac-scene has some big similaritis to a scene in DW (don´t know what to say; question about the future; last chance to say "it") and is just built up like a love confession-scene. Do you think that maybe TPTB didn´t notice this? Or really thought it was funny? I´m so confused... tbc

3.)Benedict seems to be such a nice person (I love Martin even more, but he is not so outwardly caring.) etc. and i just can´t imagine him agreeing to queerbaiting? (I find most of “TJLC-Evidence” not very convincing, because I would also die etc. for a friend, but the tarmac-scene is imo queerbaiting/almost love confession. They HAVE TO notice what the scene implies!?). 4.)They always say it is their show etc. and that they don´t care about critics, do they really think of themself as SO GOOD?

5.) They said, that ACD did a mistake with Mary. Why do they do the same? I completly hate that dog-comperison/Mary-is-better-scene (TST is my least favoruite episode). It had to be a active descision to give Mary the narration over John ( THE ACTUAL NARRATOR!). They can´t just ignore all the terrible things they say about Mary and make her some angel asassian who saves John/Sherlock and is better than everyone?! And she is there the WHOLE TIME! She killed Sherlock! Why? Why? Why? For Amanda???

6.) There is that Amanda Abbington-Interview where she talks about coming back. Do you really thing that we´ll maybe have to see Mary-flashbacks/callbacks in every new episode? 7.) Prior to season 4, they said that they have 3 new cases etc., but in the end it wasn´t really like in season 1-2 (season 3 actually was my favorite season, but it clearly was different). TST and TFP ended in family drama. Do you trust them to go back to “normal” cases, without the need to over complicate everything?

8.)Do you think, that they maybe change their mind “pro-johnlock”(if it really was just a joke to them), after critics like Indiewire etc. called them out for the queerbaiting/John and Sherlocks feelings for eachother? That maybe they´ll realize that it´s not just “teenager girls” “hallucinating”? 9.)Do you believe in a season 5 (especially with BC as DS now)? 10.)Will we ever know, what John wanted to say in TRF? 11.)With TFP i wonder,do they truly believe we watch the show for the plot twists?


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  1. Well, that interview would have had nothing to do with any of their decisions; if a journalist had that kind of power in the history of Sherlock ever, then it would have been canon in S2, or ahdblock been canon in S3, or sher/0//ie canon in episode one. Like… no, and that interview was garbage anyway. Anything that Mofftiss have done, is COMPLETELY on them and MAYBE the BBC. They were already filming TFP, I believe, around that time frame, so no, it had no bearing whatsoever on the outcome of the series.
  2. Ah, yup, Doomsday’s Bad Wolf Bay and the tarmac scene are pretty much identical (and just as painful), yet no one argues what The Doctor was going to say. But years later, we STILL have to prove to people that Sherlock indeed was going to and did tell John that he loved him. It drives me crazy. Mofftiss knew EXACTLY what they were doing, especially since the scene has parallels to the tarmac scene’s unspoken love in Casablanca. They did it on purpose; it’s even framed similarily to that tarmac, and the wording similar to Bad Wolf Bay. Just… They can’t seriously expect us to not believe it wasn’t meant romantically.
  3. Well, to be fair, I don’t think EITHER OF THEM wanted to be part of a giant queerbaiting fest. They both seemed immensely proud of their portrayals of their characters, Ben AND Martin played both of their characters gay and bi respectively, and BOTH men support LGBT causes and Ben is vocal against homophobia (I’m pretty sure Martin is as well, I just know Ben’s interviews better). I really honestly believe that they thought they were creating something different and were led to believe a different outcome of their character arcs than what we got. I don’t fault them at all – they are just puppets for the puppetmasters.
  4. Oh, they’re lying so hard about their lack of caring… If they didn’t care, Gattiss wouldn’t have written back, in prose, to a critic and Moffat wouldn’t be like “I don’t understand why no one likes this season” (paraphrasing, of course, but his blasé attitude is SO annoying and pretentious). Neither of them have really, otherwise, done anything but remain in hiding after the fallout of S4. It’s both suspicious and really REALLY annoyingly petty.
  5. Yeah, I STILL am reeling over their complete 180˚ of Mary’s character. It makes no fucking sense; they clearly were combining her character with that of the role of Sebastian Moran in ACD canon, and the arc was going to be brilliant. I have a lot of personal very biased opinions on why they did it, but yeah, it doesn’t make any fucking sense. THEY KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING with her character. That and Moffat is terrible at writing women characters at the end of their arcs. If anything, her character was just unnecessarily shoehorned into a bigger role because they decided last minute to NOT make her Moran after all even though they STILL tied her character to Moriarty in S4. ACD did WAY better with Mary as a background character. And YES, it was SO WRONG of her to be the narrator, just… NO she’s NOT the one telling the stories. Ugh.
  6. Ugh, is there? Okay, look, IF – IFFFFF –  it’s shown in S5 that all of S4 was a ruse orchestrated by mostly her hand, reverting her character back to where it should be, THEN maybe I can accept her back in the fifth season and make her the badass villain she was SUPPOSED to be. I don’t believe she is dead because her gunshot was fake af, although I do ALSO believe that she may have been killed John in the false narrative scenario. If she comes back, it will be to explain her true actions in S4. Otherwise, she’s dead, we don’t need to see her anymore. Flashbacks maybe, but that’s it.
  7. S3 was my favourite season too, but I think that’s a personal bias because I love Sherlock’s character so much and I loved seeing how far their relationship arc progressed. T6T and TLD barely even HAD cases… and TFP, I don’t know her… so I don’t know where this idea came from. The whole season seemed intent on keeping John and Sherlock as distant from each other as possible, making Sherlock the sidekick TO MARY in his own show, and putting “no one asked for this” focus on Mary. Look, I know it sounds like I hate her, but I REALLY DON’T. I hate what they DID TO HER CHARACTER, and trying to call S4 a case-centred series when CLEARLY the case was a moot point in the first episode to Mary-backstory, it’s ridiculous. There wasn’t really a case in TLD – Sherlock was high off his rocker through most of the episode and Culverton did his weird creepy rapey thing. And I don’t even know what the fuck case was happening in TFP. I WANT to trust them to go back to Just The Two of Them Against the Rest of the World (what was that line even, then?!?!), but I fear that they won’t and will find a way to shoehorn another character-we-don’t-care-about *coughs* Eurus*coughs* into the story.
  8. Oh, I don’t think anyone could change Mofftiss’ minds. Look, if Johnlock DOES become canon, it will be because it was the plan all along, but because of how far S4 strayed off the narrative arc, it will look like they did it because of public outcry, NOT because it was their brilliant plan. They should have just stuck to the narrative rather than try for a publicity stunt that will probably work against them in the end.
  9. Tough to say about S5. There are reports about it being already commissioned, but I fear the negative reception may keep Martin and Ben far away from it if it turns out it really is a face-value series. I don’t know. BBC seems proud of what they got, so probably will get one. It’s one of the BBC’s top-rated shows (I think pre-S4 it was higher than Dr. Who), so who knows.
  10. Hahaha nope, I don’t think so. I USED to think we would, that Mofftiss were better writers together and would at least round out all the plot holes, but… S4 leaves me skeptical on a lot of things.
  11. I REALLY do think that they think we like the plot twists rather than the stories. Like… no. People were watching for the relationship, whether they knew it or not, platonic or not. The story of two men with the greatest friendship / relationship of all time. Not for … whatever the hell TFP was.

Whew! 

So I’ve been thinking about new doll cast members….(gives me something to do between now and September, y'ken….🙄)

And I don’t know but maybe, just maybe, I might have found grown up Fergus and Marsali!

DollMarsali is actually one of the lovely vintage dolls sent to me by @nandan11, and I think she’s kind of perfect. She looks like a teenager!

Whereas DollFergus looks alittle bit older and enough like Cesar, I think, to work….

Their outfits are just things I’ve thrown together, from clothes I already had, because I wanted to show you all to gauge your opinion.

So what do you think, peeps? Have we our Fergus and Marsali?

Later, Draco

Request from @maxiverseMe again :) x can you please do a Draco x reader where Draco wants to cuddle but the reader was studying (smth like that) ana then a few neck kisses later she agrees and it leads to the first ‘I Love You’s Thank you x 

Sure thing! I’m so sorry this is a fairly short chapter, I’ve had next to no time to write recently, and I’m awfully sorry! I’m going back to school on tuesday (i cry) and I’ve been fitting in as much homework as humanly possible and also I have work like, all the time :( But this has been really fun to write, I hope you all enjoy ;)))

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finding-teemo  asked:

Zuko and Sokka - "After all this time, I knew you were the only one for me."

Oooohhhhh my god haha. Are you prepared to go back in time to 2008??? Cuz that’s what this request is making me feel. Let’s go!

Sokka walks over to the pale figure tightly tucked inside his sleeping bag. The light from the campfire casts long shadows along the ground and brightly illuminates Zuko’s face. Sokka lightly kicks his shoulder with the side of his foot.
“Oi, Zuko, shove over.”
Zuko looks up through half-lidded eyes.
“What? You have your own sleeping bag.” He croaks. Sokka begins to march quickly on the spot and rub his arms. His breath clouds around him in puffs.
“I’m feeezing! I can’t warm it up! Move your fiery ass over!” Sokka hisses. Zuko groans and opens up the flap of his sleeping bag. Sokka slides in alarmingly quick, almost like an eel escaping someone’s grip. His cold hands cling on to Zuko’s warm torso and he sighs.
“Ah firebenders really are the best on cold nights.”
Zuko smirks. “Do you have much experience cuddling with other firebenders?”
“Stoooop”, Sokka lightly punches his chest. “You know there’s just you.”
“Better be.” Zuko smiles and pulls Sokka closer, but it’s more difficult than he remembers. Their long legs curl up and tangle so they can stay covered in the sleeping bag, and with Sokkas’s broad shoulders, it’s difficult for Zuko to find room for his head on the pillow. Sokka begins to comb his fingers through Zuko’s dark hair.
“Man this has gotten so long. You could challenge my sister for most luxurious locks now.” Sokka laughs. Zuko smirks.
“Id lose. Aang would never vote against katara.”
“But I’d vote for you.”
“And then what? Make the blind girl the tie breaker?”
They both laugh, knowing what kind of jokes Toph would make.
“God, where did that teenage hot mess go? I miss his scruffy hair and his awful flirting.”
“He became fire lord and managed to snag himself the next water tribe chief with that awful flirting.” Zuko sighs. Sokka laughs and pulls him close. Zuko is not small, not at all, but Sokka’s broad arms easily wrap around him in a strong embrace. He can feel the firebender’s warm breath flutter across his chest. He sighs and begins to trail his fingers up Zuko’s spine.
“Do you regret it?” A voice quietly asks. Sokka’s hand stills. He smiles brightly in the moonlight and pulls back to look down into the other man’s face.
“After all this time, I know you’re the only one for me.”
Zuko closes his eyes with a fond smile. His hands burn against Sokka’s hips.

Confidence.

Request: Can I request a dean x reader where the reader is Deans sister and she comes out as gay? I’ve been thinking about coming out for a while now and I need something as a confidence booster? Thank you! Btw I love your blog!

Requested by: @heyyycasssbuttt

Tagging: @bloomingskulk @milligan-writes @youtubehelpsmesurvive @damiansbeloved

Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader

Warning: If you’re homophobic or from this kind of crap, do not read it, you might have a brain! 

A/N: Sorry for posting this late! Was supposed to be last weekend! Sorry guys! Hope you like it, requests are open!

Words: +1K


We all get to this one special part of our teenage life where we start to know who we are, what we like, who we like. It’s not an easy phase to know who we like, if we’re into guys, girls, both, none…it’s not easy as we have to go through this alone, but when we do find out, we have to learn to accept it, to accept who we are; this should be the hardest part, but the hardest part is to tell your family, and when you’re a (your age) lesbian, and your brothers are hunters, coming out as gay isn’t easy. I see the struggle my brothers have to find love, what tells me that I will too? I have way fewer chances than them, and this is scaring me, I do not want to end up alone, I know I’m not going to grow old, but I do not want to die and never had found love, that is one regret I will never have on my death bed, no, no way that my last thought is about a love I could’ve had.

But for me to be happy and able to find love, I know I have to come out as gay to my brothers and it scares me.

I decide to get dressed up and go get breakfast. When I get to the kitchen there is already Sam, drinking coffee and reading God knows what on his computer.

Me: Mornin’.

Sam turns and looks at me.

Sam: Mornin’. How are you?

I take my cup of coffee and sit in front of Sam.

Me: Half awake. What you lookin’ at?

Sam shrugs. He’s looking for a case, a case that he doesn’t want me to get involved in it.

Me: What do you think it is? How many victims?

Sam sighs knowing that I wouldn’t give up on asking him or eventually find it out by myself.

Sam: I have no idea. In one week there have been five attacks. That thing kills people that are around a campfire in the forest or in the hills.

Dean comes in and hears half of what Sam said.

Dean: Well, what a joyful conversation in the morning, guys. Keep it up! 

I roll my eyes and look back at Sam.

Me: Give me your computer, two seconds.

I grab it and search for whatever this creature could be.

Me: It only happens in East of Tenessee, killing people around a campfire, in the forest or the hills? Hm.

You look at your coffee cup, tapping your finger on it, trying to remember.

Dean: What?

Me: I read something about it. In here, it says that victims that survived heard the monster scream before attacking them. But the police only found prints of paws of a cougar. It’s just… it reminds me something, I just can’t put my mind on it. 


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I love this game.

Screenshots from NIGHTMARE EYES | Night In The Woods Part 2! :D

Okay I know we’re only like two hours into this game so far but…

I LOVE THIS FUCKING GAME HOLY SHIT! xD 

The characters, the setting, the writing, the art style, the humor and pretty much everything in this game is so fucking good! 
I think my favorite character in this game is Mae with Gregg being a close 2nd. We find out a lot more about Mae and how she feels about herself and being back in her old town after dropping out of college and trying to be with her friends again. But a lot of things have changed in her town and I think she doesn’t feel like she has at all. Maybe I love this game and Mae so much because I kind of relate to them in my own life especially in the most recent years. I mean I haven’t gotten drunk at a party or anything like that but I do relate to those feelings of change while you’re transitioning between being a teenager and young adult and when you’re having those feelings while you don’t know exactly what you want for your life or what to do with it. Due my anxiety and just the environment I’m in right now I’ve had a harder time moving forward in my life then most people my age do. While some of my friends are in college or have jobs and hell even one of my friends has a child now too, I just haven’t really done as much with my life these last few years because whenever I think of the future my brain just freezes and I just don’t know what do with my life. I mean I’m almost 22 I think I still have time to find that out but I still feel like I’m not doing as much as I could. But that’s the thing about me I know that I’m not like every person my age just because of how my brain works I’m not like everyone else and I’m okay with that. Plus every person experiences certain transitions in their lives all differently. I understand all that but it doesn’t make feel better about where I am with my life. I constantly feel like the world is moving forward while I’m still stuck in 2013 and I can’t make it stop and wait up for me to catch up. Don’t get me wrong I’m a lot farther then where I was thanks to Seán helping me be more positive in these last almost two years at this point in time. But I’m still not exactly where I want to be and I wish that I was. There’s so many things about my life that I wish I could change but I can’t because it’s out of my control and as sad as that is for me I need to remind myself that I’m still moving forward whether I realize that or not. This game makes me feel kind of relieved because I do relate how Mae is feeling in certain ways and it makes me feel a lot less alone with feelings that have been weighing me down since I graduated high school in 2013. I need to stop being so hard on myself, not only in general but also when it comes to life decisions and my future especially. 

I love watching Seán play this game too. Honestly this has been my favorite thing he’s been uploading lately because I’m so in love with this game and I just love the feel of watching him play this. It’s nice experiencing games like this with him for the first time. I love the voices he gives the characters in this game and hearing his thoughts when he plays games that have these kind of nice and relaxing feeling settings to them. He has and shares a lot of interesting and insightful thoughts when he plays games like this. ^_^
Something that kind of bothered me though was when in this video he was talking about Gregg’s personality and how his personality is a lot like that. Loud, optimistic and energetic. He worries about his loud side to his personality annoying people in real life because it’s the kind of personality in people that being around it either exhausts you or gives you energy. So he said he has to look at situation and think about if people are in the mood for Seán or aka his loud side to his personality. Even saying in the video “Okay, people aren’t in the mood for SEÁN right now.” I understand why he said this and I’m not saying it’s a bad thing at all and I don’t think that he has to or needs to be loud all the time because it’s true that his loud personality doesn’t mesh well with every person and there’s so much more to him besides that too. But to me him saying that kind of bothered me because I don’t like the idea of him feeling like he can’t be a part of who he is in a certain situation. His loud side of his personality is still a part of who he is and I don’t think any person should feel like they have to hide a big part of who they are in the fear of annoying certain people. I mean don’t get me wrong there’s no way you’re going to be 100% yourself in front of every person you come across and there’s parts of who we are that are not appropriate for certain situations and we all need to judge when and when not to show certain parts of who we are. We all have stuff about ourselves that we don’t show in front of people and that’s not a bad thing. But maybe this just bothered me personally not only because I do sincerely and genuinely like all of the sides that I’ve seen of Seán’s personality and who is as a person I respect him. But also because I feel like most of the time I have to hide who I genuinely am in front of the people I’m around on a daily basis and feel like I have to justify myself a lot in front of them too. I feel like I wear a mask in front of them all the time showing only a small part of who I am and honestly I don’t think anyone should feel like that. People should be proud to be who they are and not be ashamed to show that. Hopefully that makes sense, I’m not sure if it did or not.. But I wanted to be honest about how I felt about that part of the video. For me I’d like to think that a lot of the time I’d be in a mood for “SEÁN ”. :) But then again that’s just me personally. I’m not sure he’d be in a mood for “VANNESSA” though. xD

I’m adoring this series so far and I seriously can’t wait for the next video! :D 

A Rainy Day

Yes, I actually did it. I wrote a fic for “Harder Colonel,” the phrase that’s taken over the Royai fandom by storm. Here’s to celebrating the up and coming blog made by @egalitarian-nature-blog , @hardercolonel . The idea originated from @the-flame-and-hawks-eye and @mustangsgloves , and I believe it also came up at @mellorad ‘s stream, with @xennariel , @haganenobeato , @gomboc123 ,  @thestaffofra , and @toomuchfreetyme2 contributing. I hope you enjoy! (I apologize in advance)


It always seemed to be the days when it rained hardest that the most memorable events would occur. Though most were troubling memories that Roy would give anything to forget, there were just a few that he’d be willing to cling to. It was no surprise that any ordinary rainstorm could render him completely useless, but on one particularly stormy day, the Colonel was in for a surprise he hadn’t anticipated.

Frankly, it was all because of two simple words. Two words that, if heard side by side, would surely cause even the most dignified soldier to hide a snicker.

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anonymous asked:

Apodyopis for Tony in Tony's pov😍

A/N: Hey, Kat here, as to how the reader is Cap’s sister, idk use your imagination… I was thinking maybe she volunteered for the first cryofreeze experiment or something?

Apodyopsis - the act of mentally undressing someone


Tony’s pov:

He hadn’t slept in days. Every time he closed his eyes, memories of New York flood his mind - the wormhole, the battle, it all felt like it happened yesterday, playing his dream, making sleep impossible. He thought it was getting better, it was never this bad with the team around, unfortunately, Clint was at home, Natasha and Cap were on a mission, and everyone else was busy with work. So for now, it was just Tony, alone with his thoughts and self-destructive tendencies. Perfect.

He was running on a dangerous combination of coffee and assorted candies, the haze his mind was in was similar to a drunken stupor (of which, he had had many). This wouldn’t stop him from working though. He sat in his lab, tinkering with the latest modifications to his suit, when his eyes began to blur. He reached forward to grab the table in front of him for support. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, each beat slow, but pumping in his chest so hard he swore he was being hit by a ton of bricks.

“Jarvis-” he tried to call out to his AI, but his voice came out as a breathless moan. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath, the air stuck in his throat. The room began to spin and the grip he had on the table bid little to balance him, causing him to tumble to the floor. He clawed at the fabric of his shirt, feeling like it was restricting his breathing even more, heating his skin like an oven. He rolled onto his stomach, pressing his cheek to the cold tile floor.

He didn’t know how long he stayed like that before he felt himself being pulled off of the floor. Barely aware to what was happening, he registered that someone had slung his arm over their shoulder and held him to their chest as they dragged him from the floor. Slowly the world came back into focus for a moment, long enough for him to make out your face hovering over his, the fear in your eyes evident, mixed with concern. He couldn’t help but think of how beautiful you looked. And then… it was black.

You were the definition of “too beautiful,” no one stood a chance when it came to you. And for Tony, he was down for the count the moment you flashed him that dazzling smile. When Cap said his sister would be coming to stay with them, he would have never imagined something like this happening. With the kind of money and power he had, he could have any woman in the world. Unfortunately, the girl he wanted most was the one he could never have. Her intelligent eyes pierced his soul, and her statuesque build haunted his dreams. Like he said, “too beautiful.”

And now, she was there, in front of him wearing his bath robe that was too big for her, smiling that smile that made his heart flutter.

“Hey (Y/N), what are you doing here?” Tony asked flashing you a charming smile and a wink, like he always did. And like you always did, you smiled back, shaking your head, shrugging off his flirtations. But something was different, instead of shooting back a witty comment like normal, you took a step closer to him biting your lip eyeing him up and down.

“I’m here for you, Tony.” His stomach did a summersault. He looked you over, noticing how low the robe hung on your chest, he could see the lace of your bra against your skin. He swallowed thickly his mind feeling like it was moving slowly, watching as your hands pulled at the knot holding the robe closed.

“W-” he coughed to clear is throat “what do you mean?” God, how could she have this kind of affect on him? He felt like a teenager, a stuttering mess. You chuckled lightly as you came closer, the robe falling open. He tried to keep his eyes trained on your face as you now stood directly in front of him, letting the robe fall from your shoulders, exposing the lingerie underneath. You leaned forward grazing your lips along his cheek until you came to his ear, placing a small kiss on the smooth skin beside his jaw.

“I think you know what I mean, Tony.” You whispered. Chills ran up Tony’s spine as you took his earlobe between your teeth. He closed his eyes to keep from moaning. You placed both hands on his shoulders, lowering yourself down to straddle his hips, his hands automatically going to your waist, his fingers running over the silky material of your lingerie. He relished the feeling of your body pressed against his, your skin hot under his hands, your lips trailing kisses down his jaw, your fingers taking through his hair.

It was like a dream come true.

Beep…

He had wanted you for so long, and now…

Beep… beep

He would never let you go.

Beep… beep… beep…

Tony’s eyes opened to a harsh light stinging his eyes. Blinking quickly trying to allow his eyes to adjust, he listened to the beeping of the heart monitor he must be connected to, he tried to sit up only to be roughly pushed back down by a small hand on his chest.

“What the hell were you thinking Stark? You should have called me for help!” He would recognize that voice anywhere. Sighing heavily, Tony blinked against the light to look at you glaring angrily down at him, a small smile pulled at his lips.

“Morning (Y/N), I was just having the most wonderful dream.” As you looked down as this self-destructive super hero, smiling up at you, like you were the world. The anger melted from your face. You shook your head, smiling despite the tears that now threatened to spill over your cheeks. Tony gazed up at you, seeing the worry and fear mixed in your eyes, he brought his hand up stroking his fingers gently over your cheek.

“Don’t worry, this is better than a dream anyway.” He whispered. Feeling a cold tear fall from your eye onto his outstretched hand, he couldn’t help but smile brighter. There was hope after all.

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too young - sabrina carpenter

I’m probably too old to be writing about this song, given that people I know my age are getting married on purpose, but if I think back far enough I can remember what it was like to be young and sure I was in love, so let’s go back in time for a bit.

When I was 13, 14, 15, I had a best friend. I quite genuinely thought she would be my best friend for the rest of my life, despite our long distance friendship. I also definitely thought I was in love with her, which was a lot of awakenings at the time but definitely not the point. The point is that I was 15 and in love, and defiant that I wasn’t too young for that.

If I’m too young / to fall in love / why do you keep running through my brain?

Sabrina sings the beginning of this song from an outsider’s perspective, things people have said to her. Everyone tells me I gotta go slow / and it’s gonna hurt sometimes / no matter what you do. When you’re young, everyone sets you up for heartbreak. Whatever it is, if you’re young, it won’t last. It can’t last. It’s not real.

I don’t want to say that’s true but it kind of is. I haven’t spoken to my old best friend since I was 18 and she up and decided we weren’t friends anymore. That isn’t fair to her, but this isn’t her platform, it’s mine, so for the sake of the narrative I wasn’t too young to know I was in love with her and she up and left.

So it’s gonna hurt sometimes.

I know better now than I did when I was a teenager, but I was in love then inasmuch as I knew how to be. It was real. If I’m too young / to know anything / why do I know that I’m just not the same? That’s real, inasmuch as anything can be real when you’re 15. I’ve got to fall to fly.

Sabrina’s not misguided or young, but what she’s experiencing is a specific kind of real that’s only real for a short period of time. It’s only real when you’re young, in those liminal teenage years where everything is too real and you feel it all more than anyone else.

The Beginning Of The End: Coming Back

Originally posted by prettiestcaptain

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53

Characters: Y/n, Derek, Scott, Isaac, Stiles, Lydia, Kira, Allison, Liam, Deaton

Pairing: None in this chapter. Derek x Y/n in future parts

Word count: 1574

Warnings: curse words. sorry. but nothing else really. no angst or fluff or smut or anything in this. just appreciation of Derek Hale aka perfection. Writing in italics show the readers thoughts. 

Summary: Y/n arrived back in Beacon Hills after being away for 10 years and discovers the truth about the small town

This is the beginning of a series I’m planning. Which will be filled with fluff and angst. Smut possibly if people want it but if people don’t really ask for it then i don’t know. Depends on whether or not I’m in the mood for writing smut. Either way there you go.

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The Beginning Of The End Masterlist


Finally, I had arrived. 

Beacon Hills. 

I was born here, moved to New York when I was 5, then came back at the age of 12. Then I had to move back to New York when I was 15. Now I’m here again. 

I never really thought I’d return to be honest. I didn’t really know anyone here except Deaton, the vet. 

We worked together while I was in high school. Just a job I wanted cos I didn’t have many friends. 

Anyway, back to it. 

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Caller Number 9

Summary: Because let’s face it, your girlfriends won’t tell you when the boy of your dreams isn’t interested. So what’s left? Calling the late night radio show host known as Min Suga is a good option right? He’ll tell you how it is and ruin you while fixing your love life. Counterproductive? Definitely.


Chapter 1-16

Chapter 17: Please Check the Number and Try Again

Y/n loves sweaters, she loves when they’re oversized, sleeves draping over her fingertips, the loose knit ones, hoodies, fleecy ones, the ones that keep her warm and happy. Yet despite her endless adoration for comfort, here she sits, perched on her bed and staring down the pile of black as if it’s the vilest thing in the world. In her mind it might as well be, considering it belongs to none other than Min Yoongi. It smells faintly of his spicy cologne and something so sincerely him, it makes her frown. It’s dangerously comforting.

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Hybrid Part 2 | {Pack Imagine}

Hybrid Part 2 | Pack Imagine

Warnings: None

A/N: Just wanted to say thank you,

You guys have been really liking the first part and I’ve been gaining many followers so if you are new here remember to check out my MasterList.

P.S You are Liams age.

Song Suggestion:

“Here” Lucian Remix By Alessia Cara.

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You walk into your first period - history.

“Class we have a new student please welcome her niclely.

Miss Y/L/N you can sit behind Liam in the third row.”

You sit down and a couple minutes later you catch a scent again but this time it was way stronger.

Suddenly the brown haired boy sitting in front of you straightens up and looks around,

He turns around to face you and both your eyes widen.

He flashes his bright yellow coloured eyes as you show him your black blood shot eyes.

You both flash back and he turns back to face the board.

“Seriously? Another werewolf.” You whisper to yourself knowing he could hear you pretty damn well.

Class ended and you quickly took your books and bag and left before you could give someone a chance to approach you.

SCOTTS P/O/V

The whole pack was sitting and eating lunch, I couldn’t stop thinking about that girl I saw in the morning.

I’ve never seen her before.

Suddenly Liam comes up to us.

“Scott! Listen theres a new girl in my class a-and she’s supernatural but I don’t know what she is.”

The whole pack turned to you and Liam.

“Thats what I meant to talk to you guys about,

This new girl, I saw her this morning in the halls and we exchanged looks but not human ones.

We have a vampire here and we have no idea who she is and why she’s here.”

“So what are we going to do?” Malia asked.

“We need to talk to her, alone.”

“But what if she’s dangerous, remember Theo?” Liam said.

“We still need a plan, there needs to be a reason why she’s here.”

BACK TO YOUR P/O/V

“I literally left my home to come to a supernatural warehouse” You thought to yourself.

Your day was over and as you started walking towards the school entrance as the tan skinned boy stood in front of you.

“Can I help you?” You asked sarcastically.

“We need to talk”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“I’m Scott McCall”

“As in THE Scott McCall? The true Alpha?”

“Yes and I know you are supernatural too so me and my pack need to talk to you, alone.”

“Okay?”

“Here’s my number, I’ll text you my address and you come over at 7.”

“Fine” You said angrily as he cleared the entrance allowing you to finally go home.

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You sat in your car looking out the window to the house a couple feet away from you.

You wondered if this was a good idea, If you should really get involved again.

You gathered up all your courage and stepped out of your car making your way to the McCall residents.

You ring the doorbell and after a couple seconds Scott opens up.

“I’m glad you decided to come.”

You smiled and walked in towards the kitchen to find about 5 teenagers waiting there.

You saw most of them around your school and obviously remembered the younger boy from your history class.

“This is my pack”

“Thats Stiles, He’s human but was possessed by an evil spirit a while ago”

He pointed at the tall pale boy with dark brown hair.

“Hi” Stiles waved.

“Thats Lydia, She a Banshee.” He pointed at  the strawberry blonde haired girl with the bold lips.

She smiled to you and Scott moved on.

“Thats Liam, He’s my Beta and I heard you already met.”

“More like exchanged looks” You said sarcastically making Liam roll his eyes.

“Thats Kira, She a Kitsune.”

The asian girl smiled shyly at you and you smiled back.

“And thats Malia, She’s a Werecoyote.”

The short brown haired girl had a small grin on her face.

“So what brings you here-“ Stiles started.

“I’m Y/N and I’m guessing you all know I’m a vampire.

I moved here about two weeks ago after my pack was killed by hunters.”

“A vampire omega..” Lydia stated.

“Yes, me and my parents moved here to try and avoid anymore dangers or at least towards vampires.”

“Y/N, I would like to speak to them privately.”

“Sure.” You said walking towards the living room.

“I think she should join us, our pack.” Scott said.

“We don’t know her, we can’t trust her.”You heard Stiless voice.

“She’s an omega, she’s doesn’t have anyone” Scott said.

“He does have a point.” Malia said.

“I think we should still give her a chance.” Scott said.

“Fine, but it’s another Theo turn out I’m not responsible for it.” Stiles said.

Scott came over to you.

“Y/N we decided to add you to our pack, come with me and we will explain some more things we need you to know.”

You nodded and you both walked to the kitchen.

“Could I ask something?” You asked.

“Sure” Lydia said.

“Whats your guyss danger right now? I mean, there needs to be some kind of threat to you guys.”

“As of right now, There are a group of supernatural scientists, “The Dread Doctors”, who turn teenagers into supernaturals hybrids.”

“Oh, Okay.”

“Have you been training? I mean with your old pack?” Malia asked.

“We have but not serious training.”

“You’ll train with Liam, Every other day you will meet me and Liam at Dereks loft.”

“And who’s Derek?”

“He’s another pack member, You’ll meet him later on.”

“Okay.”

“Now, Its time to go home everyone and Y/N you need to sleep well tonight, Your training starts tomorrow.”

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anonymous asked:

Yurio?

  • First impression - if you call him pig ONE MORE TIME
  • Impression now - holy shit what a complicated realistic teenager
  • Favorite moment - his final free skate. i cry every time. i’m crying now just thinking about it. 
  • Idea for a story - yurio and viktor are stuck together in the car for a very long time. “bonding” happens. 
  • Unpopular opinion - he is more of an adult than viktor is, in a lot of ways. 
  • Favorite relationship - he and yakov! i know that’s kind of out of left field, and i ship otayuri hard, but yakov is FOCUSED on yuri, he wants him to win, and he seems to give him special treatment. he and yuri’s grandpa are the adult parenting figures that he needs. 
  • Favorite headcanon - i can’t really talk about it (so don’t ask) but it’s his cat’s name.

Harry’s defence of teenage female fans is not only standing up for teenage fans against their haters. It’s also defending them to ourselves. I am no longer a teenager but I was when I became a fan. Even now I catch myself diminishing myself from years ago, my behaviour, my excitement. I say things like “ah when I was a teenager I was such an embarrassing fan girl” and make sure everybody knows I was a teen then. I know I’m not the only one. But Harry kind of reminded me and everybody else that your excitement and your love for anything is valid. You being a teenager shouldn’t subject your tastes to ridicule by anybody else. You love what you love, it’s your life and nobody should make fun of you or what it is that you love. Don’t ridicule yourselves either. Be excited, have fun, be involved. Your love and excitement is what this world needs more of.

anonymous asked:

hey jsyk its uh. its Not Okay to say a kid is aro/ace. Aro, yes, but ace? No. Because it implies that other children ARE interested in sex which is really harmful

I directly identified as ace at 13, which is the exact age Janet is intended to be. A lot of things about Janet are based on myself. I’m not trying to imply at all that children interested in sex. But, I do know for a fact, that around the teenage years is when a person might start exploring their sexuality, and thinking about how they feel about sexuality as a topic. You become a teenager around the time when you are 13 years old. 

If it does bother you a ton, I can go back and edit what I said in that post, because I didn’t mean to imply anything harmful with what I said, and I do deeply apologize for doing so. But, as for right now, given the fact I did identify as ace at 13, and I still kind of do, I’m not sure if I see anything wrong with saying that characters in the 13-18 age group identify as ace.

The one where Lily completely misreads the situation. (again)

It’s almost midnight, and they’re sitting against a tree by the lake when the conversation first crops up. Lily’s discarded her astrology homework in favour of just watching the stars aimlessly, a procedure Sev thinks is stupid, but he doesn’t mind, because at least he’s spending time with her, kind of like a date.
“Do you think Remus has a crush on me?”
Severus sits up straighter, contemplating how to answer his friend. He feels what might be another bit of his teenage heart breaking, but he’s used to it by now. He’s in this for the long game. “Um, no?” He almost questions, it never even crossed his mind that Remus was the one she was pining after. “Why do you think that?”
Lily shrugs, or as much as she can, given she’s now lying down.
“I figure we’ve know each other a long time - since we met on the train in first year - and I just thought…he doesn’t really look at other girls much…you know?”
Severus sighs. “Yeah. I know.”
“I thought it would be quite romantic, you know, the friends-to-lovers thing. He’s just so reserved and sweet, Sev. Do you think I should say something?”

Severus doesn’t say anything for a while. How ironic that they’re both staring up at the constellation Sirius. He sighs. “You two are…different, Lily. I’m not too sure he thinks of you like that.”
“But I’m the only girl he talks to?”
Severus stifles a laugh. “That’s my point.” He picks up his wand, which is classy and carved straight, and places it in Lily’s hand. In the other he places hers. Lesson time.
“My wand is like you…pretty perfect.” He grins and she laughs, basking in the compliment. “Your wand is more like Remus…don’t you see?”
Lily frowns, not seeing anything particularly special. “You mean he’s softer than me? I don’t get it, Sev?”
Severus can’t help but laugh. For the brightest girl in the year, she really wasn’t that smart. “Look at the shape of your wand Lils…”
“Bent?” Her eyes widen, as she starts to realise. “Merlin…REMUS IS GAY? For who? How do you know this, Sev? Are you sure!?”

Severus just laughs again, and looks back up at the stars knowingly. Lilly joins him, her head on his shoulder. “Those ones are pretty.” She whispers, pointing up at Sirius. Severus decides that perhaps if she’d have done the homework she would be a little wiser.