For the last couple years, I’ve comforted myself by saying I’m in my
“early 70s,” but math is simple and unforgiving. Today is my 75th
birthday, and God, the years do fly.
I’m not here for your well wishes; this is hardly a milestone I’m
excited about. I’m glad to still be here, of course, but I find I have
less and less to live for with every passing year. My bones ache, my
kids live far away, and the other side of my bed has been empty for just
over eight months now. In fact, once I cast my vote against that
goddamned Trump this November, I may have nothing to live for at all.
because their behaviour in The Trial was fascinating to me
At first, we see them exhibiting all their usual stuff. YP is as flourishing and Extra as always, and while for the most part BP is her usual quiet self, we see her display the most actual personality ever as she grins while drawing “Rose Quartz’s” death
But the tricky thing with the Diamonds’ Pearls is that it is very, very hard to tell what’s the real them. What are they really thinking, and what’s a show they have to put on to avoid their owners’ wrath?
Here, we see them lose their calm– both of them, at the same time, for the same reason. And not because of a direct threat/insult, like Yellow Pearl’s flinching from Yellow Diamond in “Message Recieved”. It’s a comment Blue Zircon makes:
“So how did a Rose Quartz with no business being anywhere near Pink Diamond get so close in the first place? Where were Pink Diamond’s attendants? Her Agates? Her Sapphires? And where was her Pearl?”
They both immediately freeze. YP’s expression is terrified. She looks directly and BP, as if either afraid for her, or searching for reassurance or guidance. We don’t know exactly what Blue Pearl’s expression is, with her eyes covered– but maybe fear too, or uncertainty, or surprise…
So the question is. Why?
1) They’re genuinely shocked. They’re so indoctrinated by Homeworld ideology that the thought that Pink Diamond’s Pearl didn’t do anything to protect her is an accusation which strikes them to their core
2) They’re afraid their Diamonds will lash out at them as scapegoats. This episode made it painfully clear that YD especially is pretty trigger happy, so I wouldn’t put it past her to occasionally strike out at blameless underlings
3) They know something.
This last one seems more likely to me. Because why else would they get so much focus? The question is– what?
Okay. Let me split this up into sub-theories:
They (or one of them) witnessed Pink Diamond’s death, and they have information which could explain the discrepancies Blue Zircon brought up. However, they never divulged it for whatever reason. (Possibly because, if there was a cover up, they could be at risk if the did). Now it might come out accidentally, and they could take the fallout.
One or both of them helped orchestrate Pink Diamond’s assassination, either directly or indirectly. The main issue is the question of how an obvious criminal like Rose Quartz could have gotten close enough to Pink Diamond to kill her. Pearls would have a great insight into how all the court hierarchies work. Since they’re considered to be basically dim-witted furniture, they’re pretty easily ignored. Combine this with abilities such as holographic projections, perhaps they could have found a way to smuggle Rose Quartz (or the true killer) close enough.
Another Pearl was directly involved in the smuggling and killing of Pink Diamond. While they didn’t plan it, BP and YP helped her (and any allies e.g. Rose Quartz) escape, because of Pearl Solidarity
Hmm…. but who could this other Pearl be… If only there was another Pearl in the show… a known rebel… who’s past history with Homeworld is shrouded in mystery…
Now, I’ll admit, I don’t know exactly how Pearl exactly fits in. Rose Quartz being the killer seems important for the Arc of Steven coming to discover that his Mom’s past actions weren’t all sunshine and daisies, and the further arc of him realizing that maybe sometimes violence/shattering is necessary or justified. So maybe she just helped sneak Rose in, even if she didn’t deliver the killing blow herself.
Although, if Pearl was the culprit, that might give even more impact to her expression when Steven discovered what happened to Pink Diamond in ‘Back to the Moon’
Admittedly, this can easily just be Pearl saddened that Steven’s discovered the truth. That the perfect image of his mother, the person Pearl loved and respected more than anyone else, has been broken. That his innocence has been lost.
But if she was responsible, it could also be fear that Steven– who is innocent, who still values the lives of everyone– would reject her if he discovered she was the one who did it.
(Also, consider Pearl’s claims of being Rose’s sole confidant, the one who knows everything… The only one who knew the truth of Pink Diamond’s shattering.)
‘Course, we’ve got the little problem here that all eye witness accounts say that Rose Quartz killed Pink Diamond. As you might have noticed, Pearl looks absolutely nothing like Rose.
… but hey. How about shapeshifting? You know. That thing Pearl swears she can do, but that we’ve never seen her demonstrate in 132 episodes? This would be a pretty significant demonstration. And the trauma of using it for such a thing could explain why she hasn’t wanted to use it since.
(Not sure why Pearl would have felt the need to disguise herself as Rose Quartz. Maybe it was because she knew all the other RQs got captured and bubbled for Rose’s rebellion, so Pearl was protect her fellows from a similar culling. Or maybe she thought showing the leader of the rebellion dealing the finishing blow would make a stronger image. idk)
That said, again, I still really am fond of Rose being responsible… so maybe we can split the difference and put the death on Rainbow Quartz? That would be rad too.
basically it’s all a mystery and i’m not sure where it’s going, but the Pearls almost definitely have some clue
@leftennant and I were just bemoaning the lack of rom coms out there in Hollywood and how it’s probably stimmying the careers of certain actors who would kill it in that niche.
This seems like such low hanging fruit being ignored. With relatively low budgets you can afford the occasional failure compared to the thud Justice League just made. If you picked a random group of ten women and asked them to brainstorm ideas they’d come up with solid ideas to be spun into box office gold.
Kat Dennings is the quirky girl trekking across New Zealand following her lifelong love of all things Tolkein. She meets Chris Evans and dismisses him as a frat bro, but it’s love at first sight for him. Can he persuade her he’s the real deal?
Of course he can. I’m still buying a ticket to this.
Hayley Atwell has to resist the charms of Sebastian Stan for 30 days to win a million dollars. But if he can persuade her to kiss him, he wins the million dollars. Who’s going to win? Can she resist him?
Who gives a fuck, we know there’s going to be a kiss and they’ll split the money, just take my money already.
Daisy Ridley and Tessa Thompson are stranded in an airport during a blizzard and have nothing to do but get to know each other.
I don’t even need you to tell me the plot of this one, because I already booked my seat.
Tell me Tumblr–what rom com ideas would you like to see and who would star in them?
Spn writers: Okay, I think we made clear that Dean hit rock bottom, right guys? So now, Sam and Dean are in the Impala. Both of them are visible.
Spn writers: Then Cas calls Dean. What a coincidence he calls Dean. Could have been Sam as well.
Spn writers: He could use his catch phrase. Hello Dean. That could work pretty well.
Spn writers: Do you think we have to actually say it?
Spn writers: Nah, they’ll know… But don’t forget the close up on Dean’s face!
Spn writers: Good, Sam and Dean are driving to get Cas. Who is still right beside the phone cell. Weird. As if he had nothing better to do than get back to Dean. Oh and Sam of course! Sam is very important in that reunion which is why we are pointing that out constantly.
Spn writers: When they see each other, we don’t want them to act on in right away. We could let them stare at each other. Don’t think we have done that before.
Spn writers: And some close ups again. Maybe one of Dean, one of Cas, one of Dean, one of Cas, one of Dean, …
Spn writers: Aaaannd The End. Great work guys!
Someone from a dark corner: But what about Sam? Wasn’t he right beside Dean?
Spn writers: …
Spn writers: …
Spn writers: Well, I think Sam importance is already obvious. Besides, Dean and Cas do share a more profound bond.
relating to, but not limited to, witchcraft & witchery. may or may not contain triggers, categorized by good/bad/neutral as requested. please proceed to read/reblog with caution.
❛ not all spells are bad, you must stray away from the bad magic. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing wrong with a bit of magic, as long as it’s for the good. ❜ ❛ you’re like a vase and the magic is the water. ❜ ❛ i don’t need magic to see that. ❜ ❛ not every spell is considered to be bad. ❜ ❛ this spell book here contains no such bad magic nor will it ever. ❜ ❛ i’m working up a new potion. it’s for the greater good, of course. ❜ ❛ i’ve never used my powers/magic for anything but good things. ❜ ❛ there is no competition with magic, you either possess, or you don’t. ❜ ❛ no one power/magic is better nor greater than the other. ❜ ❛ remember, everything you learn is to be used for good. ❜ ❛ you think every witch/sorcerer is bad? do i look evil to you? ❜ ❛ i’ve only ever used my magic/powers for good. ❜ ❛ it’s not the magic/powers that are bad, it’s the person who possesses it. ❜ ❛ there is good and bad in everything, you must always chose to be good. ❜ ❛ my powers/magic are not a weapon! i will not be treated as such! ❜ ❛ i cannot help you with your wishes, it’s far too evil. ❜ ❛ magic is a delicate thing and i treat it as such. ❜ ❛ i don’t always use magic/my powers, i don’t always need to. ❜ ❛ it is a blessing not a curse, it’s only a curse if you wish to do evil. ❜ ❛ i did come here to show off my powers/magic, what do you take me for? ❜ ❛
i’m not a witch! i’m a person possessing magic. big difference.
❜ ❛ these are healing potions, they will heal just about any form of life. ❜ ❛ the good always outweighs the bad, just remember that. ❜ ❛ it’s best to use magic/powers when you understand them. ❜
❛ i’ve never used magic for anything other than evil. ❜ ❛ i will be the greatest and the most powerful, mark my words. ❜ ❛ i’ve hexed so many people, i’ve lost count. ❜ ❛ a curse is never easy to lift, hence the sole purpose of it. ❜ ❛ what’s the point in having powers/magic, if you don’t take advantage? ❜ ❛ you have always abused your magical privileges. ❜ ❛ i wouldn’t use my powers/magic for the good if it was life and death. ❜ ❛ you really only know how to cast curses/hexes? ❜ ❛ i specialize in curses and hexes only, anything else is just noise. ❜ ❛ shhh, you shouldn’t even speak of such dark magic. ❜ ❛ this book is full of the darkest magic you’ll ever read. ❜ ❛ what is the difference between voodoo and dark magic? ❜ ❛ dark magic is wonderful, you learn the most from it. ❜ ❛ there are so many hexes/curses to cast, i never know which one to pick. ❜ ❛ have you ever had a curse/hex casted upon you? ❜ ❛ there is no such thing as good magic. ❜ ❛ why are you so wicked with such a beautiful gift? ❜ ❛ you do not deserve to possess magic/powers. ❜ ❛ i’ve got a wicked idea in mind, want to hear? it involves magic. ❜ ❛ the best magic of all, of course, is dark magic. ❜ ❛ have you ever wanted to step into voodoo? ❜ ❛ this a book of dark magic/voodoo, but it is not easy to open. ❜ ❛ you have to do a sacrifice to get this dark magic/voodoo book open. ❜ ❛ have you ever participated in voodoo ritual? it’s very liberating. ❜ ❛ all of these spells contain blood and sacrifice… ❜
what witch/sorcerer doesn’t own a spell book?
❜ ❛ for future reference, never interrupt my ritual again. ❜ ❛ gemstones are great collectibles for healing. ❜ ❛ every movie about witchcraft is kind of off point, i feel. ❜ ❛ i’m unable to use magic/my powers until i’m older. ❜ ❛ do you fly on broom stick and all that? ❜ ❛ it’s actually rather hard to stir up a potion. ❜ ❛ i don’t own a wand nor a broom stick, but i will drop a house on you. ❜ ❛ spell books are often hard to find. ❜ ❛ i could close my eyes, pretend to concentrate and you would be scared. ❜ ❛ you know they used to hang witches back in the olden days. ❜ ❛ this isn’t a spell, this is common sense. ❜ ❛ this isn’t magic, it’s just glitter. ❜ ❛ i’ve always wanted to live in a cabin in the woods though. ❜ ❛ the best time to do a ritual is of an evening. ❜ ❛ would like to do a healing ritual with me? it’s harmless. ❜ ❛ let’s go candle shopping, come on! i love candles! ❜ ❛ i’m still human, you know, with feelings! ❜ ❛ you know, there is something else i possess; feelings! ❜ ❛ look, it’s really not like any of that. ❜ ❛ what’s so special about it? nothing, of course. it’s not special. ❜ ❛ i don’t feel any greater or better because of it. ❜ ❛ there are spells/potions that can be used for both, good and evil. ❜ ❛ i would rather not use magic/my powers, i’d rather pretend i don’t have any. ❜ ❛ i would never flaunt it as if it’s something so great to have! ❜
Hunting’s a total blast until you hit your heat. In between each cycle, you only know how much fun it is to catch a case, to get on the road and feel the rumble of Dean’s car beneath you, all open windows and loud music. The fights are always rough, but in the way that makes you feel strong, in a way that makes your muscles ache with anticipation just to think about it. And of course, there’s the feeling of knowing that you saved someone, that you stopped one small little evil and left the world a little better for it.
But then your heat hits, and you remember. Hunting is not ideal for an Omega.
Request → “Can I ask for Bill, Stan, Richie and Eddie getting patched up by their crush/gf? Maybe they had a run in with the clown, or the Bowers gang and got a little roughed up or something.”
A/N → I re-read this like 100 times trying to see just how repetitive it got and I zoned out every time. My bad rip
Pairing → Bill Denbrough x Reader, Stan Uris x Reader, Richie Tozier x Reader, Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader (She/Her Pronouns)
Warnings → description of injury, blood
bit his lip and tried to stay quiet as you looked at the wound on his side. He
sat on the side of his tub, which you had filled shallowly with warm, clean
water. You dunked in a cloth and got to work.
hummed in pain. He mentally smacked himself upside the head, but at least it
was better than crying out in front of you. “Sorry” you murmured. You found
some antiseptic balm and uncapped it.
You had both been caught off guard by It. Jumping you both on the way home and landing a long cut on your fearless leader. Your blood boiled as you remembered the strike, and Billy going down, and Bill’s blood boiled as he remembered the fear It had caused you, and your scream.
you called “Billy?”
was trying so hard not to wince that he had zoned out. “Uh-Hm?” he said quick “Wuh-what?”
is gonna sting” you gave him an apologetic smile “Sorry”
didn’t really. And that wasn’t just Bill trying to lie to himself for the sake
of saving face. It burned a little, sure, but he was distracted by the feeling
of your fingers on his skin. Looking down, he saw you, putting all your effort
into being as gentle with him as possible.
Got into a discussion about the implication that Diana finding love with a man was what saved the day and I thought I should go ahead and bring it over here.
I can see the argument being made here. Diana has been around women all her life. That suddenly a man, and more specifically sex with a man, changes her and makes her a hero. That hetero-sex is what saves the day.
I have a couple objections to this theory, but let me start by saying I can see why you would feel that way, particularly for those of you who are lesbians. I don’t, and I recognize it’s largely because of who I am and my own views.
What I won’t agree with is the implication that Amazons are all straight. It’s just not true. When Antiope was killed, three women came to her side- her sister, Diana, and a third grief-sticken and screaming who got the camera’s attention for an extended shot even though nobody knew who she was. That was her wife. Fight me.
Additionally, when Steve and Diana are having their boat sex talk, she says she knows of sex. She knows the pleasures of the flesh. Men are unnecessary for pleasure. She’s either talking about lady love or masturbation (both of which are still pretty taboo to talk about as women today let alone in 1918). I choose to believe it’s the former. She’s had at least one Amazon lover in the comics- Mala in Earth One.
On to my objections:
Diana’s not a lesbian. She’s bisexual. Bisexuals are allowed to love men. We’re allowed to like men. Steve Trevor, whether romantic or platonic, is a big part of Wonder Woman’s story. He is the Lois to Diana’s Superman. For those of you who say Steve was too much or Steve was intolerable or the het love story ruined it, I ask you to accept that you might have some biases based in your preference for a queer Diana who doesn’t like men. Again, I understand why you feel that way, especially for those of you who are lesbians. But to constantly hear ‘het love’ and ‘het sex’ is annoying at best and erasure at worst. Diana is bisexual. She is queer. Of course I’d like it to be more explicit in the movies, whether through her expressing attraction to women or outright saying it, but the point still stands. This is the most powerful canonically queer character in media.
Nothing she does is heterosexual.
Another point is about the love saves the day. It wasn’t just Steve’s love. It wasn’t just Diana’s love for Steve. (And yes, I can see why it might seem rushed, especially for those who aren’t aware of the “Diana’s Lois” history of the ship, but how often do we see the woman falling head over heels for the hero of other movies and why can’t we allow the script to be flipped here? Steve Trevor is very much a counter to most macho action movie stars full of toxic masculinity which is a whole post on its own.)
Love saved the day, but it wasn’t just romantic love. It certainly wasn’t just sexual love. It was also platonic love between the men themselves. When she sees the men embracing each other in the face of certain death, what does she see?
She sees three men who could have gone home when the money ran out. Three men who continued into a suicide mission, following Steve because they loved him too. When Steve gave them the option to go home, they say “she can handle herself, but what would you do without us?” They follow him because they love him. They’d deny it, of course, but it’s there. That brotherhood. She sees that. She recognizes it from the way the Amazons loved those they fought with. That’s how she recognizes that there is good in men. That’s why she believes they can choose good. They aren’t fighting for the anger and the bloodshed. They are fighting because they love.
I’m a non-black Asian woman and I’ve already had the cops called on me twice so far on my canvassing for Ossoff. Of course, since everything we do is perfectly legal the cops never even got to the point of talking to me… The amount of danger I face is nothing compared to the danger faced by Black people in general and young Black men in particular. They know this and they’re still out there everyday. You are all HEROES and some of these Republicans are literal demons.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR AMAZING LEADER, CHOI SEUNGCHEOL!
Our leader is extremely sexy
But also cute
He is talented at rapping, dancing and singing!
But beyond that he is also an extremely beautiful human being. He is always extremely kind and thoughtful of his fans, Carats, making sure everyone know how much he appreciates and loves Carats
And he is always so considerate of his members, taking care of all of them, being a playful hung but also a strong leader when he needs to be.
It must be very tough looking ager all these people, making sure that everyone is listened to and taken care of. After all, as a leader,Seungcheol is bound to taie the blame even for the mistake of other(not to say that the ones at fault won’t get any blame) because he will always be told ‘ well, you are the leader. Why did you let this happen). In fact, he would also have to be a villain sometimes and be strict for the well bing of his members.
However, aside from that he takes care of them, pays for them at times and makes sure the members can discuss things. He clearly loves his dongsaengs very, very much
No matter the age and no matter the country of origin, race or training period.
And even if there is a slight problem between him and a member (such as the awkwardness in during the 17 project between him and Woozi), he learnt ho to handle such situations and mediate them.
Seungcheol has had a lot of burden since debut and that just increased 12fold after he became Seventeen’s leader. Yet he stays as strong as he can and keeps leading the members, especially with the help of Woozi and Hoshi, the vocal team and performance teams, respectively.
And yet he, and the rest of seventeen, remain so humble!
Its amazing hoe he remained such a wonderful person from pre debut
But its also amazing how much he grew and how much he is still growing!
So happy birthday Seungcheol!
I hope he stays healthy and gets a time to relax, whether it is with the members and family.
I hope he knows how much we CARATS love and appreciate him and how we wonder what in the world did we do to be able to witness the growth, music and artistism of him and the members.
I hope he gets all the love and appreciation in the world because he truly deserves nothing but the best!
And of course, I hope that there are people who are helping him share the burden(which I believe there are).
Lets continue to love Seungcheol and show him that is is not him that can’t prove his love for us but us, because of how overwhelmed we are with love and admiration for him.
Lance had many hidden talents. He could sing, he could play the guitar, and was the only one in his family that could rival his mother cooking.
And, to everyone’s surprise, he was really good at flirting. Yes, he liked to joke around and tell girls stupid pick-up-lines, but he knew none of the things he said were going to get him somewhere with them. To be honest, it was only a game for him.
His stupid flirting always got people to laugh, to relax, which was his main goal.
But his actual flirting? Well, it always got him whatever he wanted.
Do you want to get into a place for free? Just bat your eyes and giggle a little. If you can, show a bit of skin. Do you need a favor? Call the person pretty names, hug them. Be a little more touchy, but still keep a distance. You don’t want them to think they can touch you whenever they want. Do you need money or need to buy something? Well, you need to work more for that one. Be nice, have little details with them. Hug them, hold their hand. Let them know that you care and you want something more than just a friendship even when you don’t. Be subtle, act naive and just drop hints that you want or need things. If you have them well wrapped around your finger, they will get anything that you ask for just to make you happy. Don’t forget to give them a few kisses, you need to keep them interested! If they start asking for more just leave them immediately.
To be honest, Lance was not… Truly proud of this talent. He didn’t like playing with other people’s feelings, but he did what he had to do to help his family. They didn’t have much money, and his mother and father struggled a lot to make sure they could attend to school and had something to eat everyday.
His flirtation was something he did to have fun once in a while, but after he realised how much he was getting from it he started taking advantage. At first they were simply stuff. Being able to go to places without spending a penny was good. He could still have fun without wasting his parents money on unnecessary things.
But then he started meeting new people. And these persons he met were wealthy as fuck. And Lance use this on his favor… He befriend them, he started flirting, and then manipulated into paying his family debts. Of course, for them it was nothing. Just more money to throw away in order to impress Lance and get on his good side.
For him? It meant everything when the bills arrived and saw the relief and confusion on his parents faces.
He stopped doing when he thought it was enough and spent the rest of his days studying to get a full scholarship on the Garrison to try to fufill his dream of becoming a pilot to travel the universe.
Of course, he never expected going so soon and becoming a part of as important as Voltron. To be honest, Lance felt really out of place. All of his teammates had amazing skills and great things to offer. Him? He didn’t have much, really. His talents weren’t a thing people usually looked for in a warrior.
Yes, he was smart ans was getting so much better in battle. But he didn’t have anything especial.
They took Zarkon down. They didn’t kill him, but he was to hurt to keep fighting. Everyone saw this as an opportunity to take the Galra Empire down now once and for all thinking that now they didn’t have a ruler it was going to be much easier.
Needless to say, they were wrong.
A new ruler arrived. His name? Lotor. An old friend of princess Allura. He asked for an audience with her. She accepted, claiming that she once knew him and that he deserved the benefit of the doubt.
They introduced themselves to the prince after he greeted Allura. They took their helmets off. Lance didn’t fail to notice the look Lotor was giving him.
Lotor was… Different. For the way he talked, everyone could see Lotor wasn’t too comfortable with following his father’s wishes, but was too loyal to go agaisnt him.
The prince, unlike his father, had feelings.
Voltron and Allura talked with the prince for hours. Once they realised they wouldn’t conviced Lotor to give up the fight, Allura changed the topic to more personal matters. Even when he was an enemy, he used to be her friend and was the only one apart from Coran and Zarkon who was left from her time.
Lance stared at the prince, shared some coy smiles and exchange a few words. When they changed from room, he put himself besides him and touch his shoulder after telling a joke.
Some laughed, some rolled their eyes.
Maybe he wasn’t as skillful as his friends, but Lance wasn’t an idiot either. If there was something Lance knew how to do, it was playing with people’s feelings.
The prince blushed, and he called it a victory.
I asked myself many times, “what if instead of Lotor manipulating Lance feelings, it was Lance who did the manipulating?” and this came out. i may write more if people like this ???? and leave comments ???? idk love you all ♥
Could you possibly do a mafia!daddy!phil × pastel!little!Dan ? ?? Cause that hc is freaking grEAT (possibly some smut?)
Prompt: dan wearing those cute velvet shorts you see on Instagram and phil can’t keep his hands off of him. (mafia!daddy!phil and whiny!little!dan?)
Oral fixation pastel Dan is all I beg you for
can i pleeease have some more little dan with oral fixation???
Here y’all go. Plus dirty talk, exhibitionism, and cockslut!dan. If you have trouble getting past the cut on mobile, open in your browser.
son of the boss always has it perks, but when your father is the boss of the
mafia, the fringe benefits are almost endless. It certainly isn’t the most
relatable circumstance, but Phil Lester is acutely aware of the privilege his
heritage brings. His family has never had any financial issues, and, although
it may not be the most honest money, it made for a very comfortable childhood.
Growing up, Phil never had to worry about being bullied in school – even though
he was a fairly strange, quirky kid that would usually attract that kind of
negative energy in the cesspool of teenage hormones that is high school,
everyone was well aware of who his father was and what he could do, so he was
left well alone. Now that he’s older, his blood keeps on giving in the form of
a large house in London and connections with almost every business in a ten
kilometre radius. That’s not to say Phil has had an easy life, but his problems
are quite disparate from the average persons’. He may be rich with a notorious
last name that opens back doors, but he does live with the constant knowledge
that he may be shot dead at any moment, so he supposes it all evens out.
He works as part of the family, of course. That’s how the mob operates
and, although he’s had his fair share of morality crises, he enjoys it. He’s
not the eldest son, so, as long as nothing happens to Martyn, he isn’t expected
to take over when his father – willingly, or otherwise – steps down, but he is
still in control of some aspects of it. He supposes he’s a capo, in a way,
being able to give orders to soldiers to do the bidding that’s sometimes his
own, and sometimes passed down to him from his father. Most of the members he
ranks above are considerably older than him, considering he’s only twenty-five,
and he can tell from the hard look in their eyes when he gives orders that
they’re not exactly thrilled about that. It doesn’t really matter, though,
because to go against Phil is to go against the boss and, unless they’re
actively looking to be killed, that’s not a very bright idea.
Phil’s seen a lot of shit since being inducted into the business at
twenty. Before that, his father always kept things vague and the gory details
hidden, probably more on Phil’s mothers’ wishes than his own, but the reality
of what being in the mafia involves couldn’t be sugar-coated for him forever.
He’s seen theft, assault, battery, and a fair share of murder. It’s not what
Phil would call ideal, but it comes with the kill-or-be-killed lifestyle. He’s
pretty much desensitised to the horror of it all by this point, but there is
one incident that affected him above any other; it was also the chain of events
that led to him meeting Dan.
Pairings:Harry x reader in the beginning, Draco x reader in the end
Word count: 2281
Requested: Hey, can you write a Harry Potter x Reader where they have been dating for a while but the reader caught Harry cheating on her with Cho and they have a huge fight. After that, she keeps crying and Draco tries to cheer her up and they kiss. Pleaseeeee <3 by @partyiinthedungeons
A/N: I hope you like it and sorry for posting it so late. I did my best to finish it today because of my full schedule. Sorry for the mistakes because i am sure there are and let me now what you think ♥
Being Harry Potter’s girlfriend had it
advantages and disadvantages. The good part was the loyal friends you got by
your side and the bad…well the bad are the slytherins always trying to offend
you somehow. Well, they were mostly hostage toward Harry not me but the fact I
was ready to kill everybody who had said something bad about him was enough for
a way the others to mockery him.
But besides the bad attitude we got in fifth
year, I was more than happy to be with him. Half of the school thought he was a
liar, a boy wanting an attention and I were just a chick using him to become
famous and so on. However, Harry never paid so much attention to those words
but I did. I tried not to but it was hurting to hear such lies. Harry was so
nice to stay hours after curfew to calm me down, to say he loved me and that’s
all that mattered. He even said that if I wanted we would break up so he could
see my smile again. I, of course, punched him slightly always exclaiming that
he was much more important than some stupid students.
We were going to Hogsmeade on dates, drinking
butterbeers, shopping at Zonko’s, we basically tried everything there for such
a short period. I did my best to stay focused when helping him with his
homework but usually ended making out on the sofa in the common room. That led
to an angry Hermione who didn’t skip an opportunity to remind us we were
falling behind with it. But let’s come to the present where the interesting
Today was just an ordinary Saturday. We had
finally finished another rough week. Early in the morning I woke up and after dressing
up, I headed towards the library. There was an hour till breakfast so I decided
to spend it while searching information for Snape’s essay.
“Hey (Y/N)! Why are you awake so early?”,
Hermione’s voice ranged through the empty library.
“I just want to get something done. I don’t
want to fall and spending time with Harry isn’t helping me.”, smiling I sat
down next to her.
“You managed to find the truth! Only for that I
will lend you my notes, but don’t tell the boys.”, we both laughed and after promising
I would not each one of us continued her work.
“If we don’t hurry we will miss the breakfast.
Come on.”, I packed my things and with my friend we exited the room going straight
to the Great Hall.
There weren’t a lot of people but our boys were
already on the Gryffindor table. Harry was reading something while Ron was
eating…a lot, as usual. A smirked appeared on my face as I went to my boyfriend
as quiet as I could. He was facing me with his back so I used this opportunity to
cover his eyes, well specifically his glasses. The boy jumped due to being
surprised. His hands left the newspaper and touched mine trying to identify the
person messing with him.
“(Y/n)!”, my boyfriend exclaimed seconds later
and turned around to face me. There was a smile on his face which caused me to
smile, too. I sat down next to him placing a kiss on his cheek.
“Don’t tell me you are still reading those
lies.”, I took the newspaper from his hands but Hermione did the same to me,
making the research instead of us.
“Well, you were late, so we had to take it.”
“You two are disgusting.”, Ron noted as he continued
“You will be too when you find a girl, oh my
pardon, if you find a girl.”, Hermione retorted as she closed the paper and put
it in her back.
We all laughed while Ron gave Granger a dead
“What are we doing tonight?”, although it
seemed as an ordinary question, it wasn’t. Since some weeks, we were training spells
in out secret group, or so called D.A.
“We have a studying session at 8 pm. as always
(Y/n), how can you forget about it?”
“Oh, sorry Harry but when I see you I forget
everything.”, we usually played this game of being so in love only to make no suspicions
but we did enjoyed it, it always amused us.
After we finished our lunch we went to the
lake. The weather was fantastic and neither one of us wanted to spend the whole
day locked in the castle. We sat down next to a tree trying to stay in its
shadow and began doing our homework. I can’t say we desired to do it but there
was a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow and I didn’t want to miss it because of stupid
two meters long essays. Harry and Ron were complaining instead of working,
Hermione used her energy to quarrel with Ron while I and Harry laughed at their
‘family problems’. The time was passing by and soon dinner came. After we were
done, we agreed to go to the Required room separated so Umbridge won’t be able
to catch us.
“What are you going to teach me today, Mr.
Potter?”, I teased my boyfriend as we were heading towards our wanted
“Someone is eager for knowledge? You should
spend less time with Hermione.”
“Oh, shut up!”, I punched him slightly and
laughed, “You are just jealous that I’m coping with school, while you might be
“That huts. That’s it! You made me cry, what kind
of a girlfriend are you?”
“Come here and let me kiss you, you’ll feel
better.”, leaning closer we shared a kiss that would had definitely turned out
in a heated one if it wasn’t somebody’s cough to make us separate.
“Hey there lovebirds! You can continue that
later, we have a work now.”, Fred Weasley smirked and entered the Required
room. We followed his actions.
This time Harry showed us some others spells. I
was with Neville who surprisingly was doing much better than me. I was doing
well to be honest, practicing with Ginny, Ron, Harry, but maybe like 30 minutes
later I didn’t fail to notice something. Cho Chang, a ravenclaw girl Harry used
to like in his fourth year, was now watching my boyfriend carefully, trying to
get his attention. That made me mad and that’s why I got hit my Neville’s spell
that paralyzed me for a moment.
“I hit her, I did it!”, Neville screamed at top
of his lungs happily, “Sorry (Y/n).” He then came closer and helped me stand.
“No problems. I am happy you did it, Neville.”,
he was so happy that I couldn’t tell him I wasn’t paying enough attention to
block the spell.
No matter what I did afterwards was, to put it
mildly, horrible. I tried to practice but my eyes were glancing and Cho and
Harry. I knew he was helping her but I didn’t like she was doing poor just for
his attention. Harry was observing everybody and when he saw my actions he came
closer and gave Neville time for a rest.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?”, I could read
the care in his eyes and it made me feel a little better. Besides everything
Harry was with me, not with her.
“I’m fine now.”
“If you wanted to train with me you could have
Till the end of the lesson I was actually
getting more and more capable of using the new spells. Deep inside me I felt
pleasure to show Cho I was better that her. When the ‘class’ was over we were
heading out by three. I wanted to stay and help Harry to clean but he refused,
telling I’d better go and rest. I listened to him and left the room with
Hermione and a tall Hufflepuff boy. We were already on the stairs when I realized
I had forgotten my barrette.
“Wait for me, I’ll be back in a minute.”, after
notifying Hermione I ran upstairs.
The door was slightly open. Cursing the stupid
people who left it that way I entered the room but stopped where I was. My eyes
widen when I saw Harry and Cho kissing in front of me. She had put one of her
hands on his face, while Harry had placed his hands on her both sides. My eyes
were filled with tears by now.
“How could you?”, was the only thing my mouth
let out. I felt a strange feeling in my throat, not letting me to breathe or
talk anymore. Harry and Cho jumped away from each other, both looking at me as
a deer looking at the headlights coming towards her.
I exited the room and ran in some direction not
caring where I was going. Suddenly I felt somebody grabbing my hand and
spinning me around. It was Harry with his messy hair and sad face.
“Stop.”, he said softly.
“Let me go, please. Let me go!”, I managed to
find my voice again and screamed at him.
“It’s not what it seems.”
“Oh, really? Because it seems you still love
Cho and was messing with me the whole time!”, he didn’t know what to say, he
did try but nothing came out, “Have you ever loved me, Harry? Have you?”
“Of course I have, I still do.”
“Do not lie to me! Do not!”, licking his lips,
the boy was about to talk but I interrupted him, “I cannot believe you used me
“I-I didn’t, I-”
“Are you sure because stuttering like this now shows
me I am right.”, I bit my lips trying to prevent the others tears to roll down
my face, “Look at me, look at my eyes and say you did not use me to forget Cho
or to fucking make her jealous! Look at me for god’s sake and say it!”
But the boy was still looking at his feet
“I loved you, Harry. Everything I have ever
said was true. I showed you my feelings, I gave you my heart…and for what? To
be your little toy!? To be the girl you would go to if Cho didn’t like you
back?! To be the second option?! Fuck you Harry!”, I screamed at his face, spun
around on my heels and attempted to get away from him.
“No, (Y/n), wait!”
“Don’t you dare touch me again or call me,
Potter. Don’t you dare!”, this time my voice was low, almost calmly but I felt
how he trembled from it. I didn’t mean to threaten him but his presence was no
longer wanted around me.
After minutes of walking I ended in the
Astronomy tower. I sat down and let myself cry out all the pain inside me. How
could he do this to me? I believed him when everybody thought he was a liar, I was
beside him every time he was bullied…and what did I get? A knife in the back!
As I was sobbing a voice spoke beside me.
“I see there are troubles in heaven, huh?”
“What do you want Draco? I am not in the mood
for your stupid jokes”, but as soon as I turned to face him, his expression changed.
With some steps he came next to me and kneeled down.
“Hey, hey. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was
that serious.”, he spoke with a soft and caring voice, something I’d never
thought I would hear from him.
“Don’t act as you care.”
“I do care if you haven’t noticed, darling.”
Looking at him, especially at his eyes, some
moments ran through my mind. He had always been good to me, never saying bad
about me, helping me in Potions, not gloating when I fail… For the first time I
felt I could tell him what happened, what I was feeling and he would care about
it. All those small details were showing something deeper and complicated to be
“I-Ha-Harry cheated on m-me.”, saying those
words out made me sob again. Draco wrapped his hand around me, getting me
closer for a hug.
“Hey, look at me.”, with his forefinger he
lifted my chin up so now I was facing him, “He doesn’t deserve your tears.” He remover
some of them, “He doesn’t deserve your love. You have to stand up, smile and
show him what he has missed. Show him you are happier without him. You are the
one who deserves better – somebody who would do anything for you, and by
anything I really mean anything. You are so kind, funny, just amazing. I cannot
explain it but each time I see you, my mood changes. I become more gleeful just
because of hearing your voice, laugh or seeing the spark of joy in your eyes.
You deserve somebody that can make you feel the same way you make me feel… ”
Without thinking I leaned closer and connected
our lips. The kiss was salty due to my tears but was enough to make me feel
butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t feel it only with my body; I felt it with my
soul. It warmed me up, made me feel loved. That kiss wasn’t like the kisses I’d
shared with Harry. It was kind of passionate but showing things that could
hardly be explained even from the hand of a skillful poet. It was something not
to read about but to feel it.
“I’ve never thought you could be showing such
“Love makes miracles with everybody, darling.”,
he smiled and leaned for another kiss.
why do people associate low empathy with hostile and mean behavior? it has nothing do with that?
when i’m in a low empathy mood and a friend tells me something sad i don’t act indifferent/mean about it because i can still acknowledge that it’s a said thing, i just don’t feel sad about it myself. yeah, it makes it a bit harder to find right ways to comfort the other person (depending on how well you know them of course), but that’s about it?
low empathy =/= hostility honestly it’s more like low empathy = neutrality