oh my got i finally made something!!

Favorite highlights of live action Beauty and the Beast

• They stuck to the beginning of the original story where Belle asks for a rose and her father gets lost and finds a fire and food in the castle.

• “Mama said not to move because it might be scary. Sorry.”

• Belle called the castle home.

• LEFOU! Everything about him was great. He got character development, he had some fantastic lines, his low key flirting with Gaston, his singing!!! I love my boy.

• Lumiere dabbed. Twice.

• It was beautiful. Oh my god the castle made me absolutely melt and Be Our Guest was breathtaking in live action.

• Lefou booping Gaston on the nose.

• How during the song Adam sings he’s climbing higher and higher so he can still see Belle.

• When Adam found out Belle liked Romeo and Juliet he was like “ew no not that book here have my entire library so you can read something better that that filth”.

• I really like how Gaston in the beginning wasn’t that bad, but as the movie went on he got darker and darker.

• Gaston lifTING LEFOU UP ON ONE ARM

• We finally got an explanation as to why no one remembers the castle and the prince and why the servants were cursed too.

• The guy who can’t remember what he lost in the beginning is Mr. Potts and the minute Mrs. Potts called his name I was shaking my friend next to me because oh my god he “lost” his wife and child.

• ADAM. I’ve loved Adam since forever and he’s still so great in this version AND HIS SONG ABOUT BELLE WAS SO SPECTACULAR I COULD FEEL HIS EMOTIONS.

• Cogsworth & Lumiere are still an old married couple and I love it I love them.

• I know he only had a few lines in Be Our Guest, but Cogsworth’s singing voice was amazing

• Adam’s eye makeup in the beginning that made it look like he was wearing a mask if he stood in the light just so.

• I HAVE BEEN GUSHING ABOUT THE NEW LUMIERE DISIGN SINCE THE FIRST TRAILER CAME OUT AND TO FINALLY, FINALLY SEE IT ON THE BIG SCREEN WAS SO SATISFYING THE LITTLE DETAILS HE HAS LIKE HIS PONYTAIL AND THE FACT THAT HIS COAT MOVES WHEN HE DOES WERE SOOOO GOOD I KNOW I’VE SAID THIS A THOUSAND TIMES BUT I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS NEW LUMIERE.

• Lefou has a bite mark from Gaston on his lower stomach and when my friend and I saw it we practically screamed because how exactly do you get a bite mark in that spot if you’re not doing some kinky bedroom stuff.

• The line “there’s a beast on the loose there’s no question, but I fear the wrong monsters released” had me so shook put that on my gravestone I fucking love it.

• It’s sweet and cute and beautiful, but when it gets dark it gets DARK, like, goddamn.

• I loved the detail of whenever a petal falls the castle crumbles further and the servants become more like the objects they are.

• Adam’s beast growl at the end when he’s a human again that, tbh, was really hot.

• The guy who, instead of freaking out when he was put in a dress and makeup, grinned and walked away with his hips swishing and totally owned it.

• That same guy and Lefou dancing together ohhh my god I think I started crying they’re so fucking cute Lefou and his cross dressing boyfriend 5ever.

Gift giving

My aunt’s husband is a total fucking dickhead.

For some background, my mother’s family is Guyanese and mixed with Scottish, German and Amerindian, but mainly look black. My mother married a white Irish man (my dad) and I came out looking super duper pale with blue eyes and blonde hair. My brothers are both much darker because being biracial means getting a grabbag of genes.

My aunt (my mother’s sister) married a Nigerian immigrant who is lazy and racist. He came over for a PhD course (which he only passed because my aunt wrote his thesis and in the thirty years since has refused to work) and his distaste at being married into the same family as a white guy has manifested in a number of ways, from telling others that my dad has shouted racial abuse at him (witnesses confirmed he absolutely did not) to refusing to even speak to me because of my skin colour.

A few years ago he was shouting about something completely false and when I told him he was wrong, he tried to physically attack me for being ‘disrespectful’ and had to be held back by my dad and uncles. He was in his fifties and I was a sixteen year old girl.

I later heard from my grandfather that after he yelled at my aunt’s husband, he (aunt’s husband) said that if he faced any consequences (like being banned from family dinners or told off again for his treatment of me) he would take my cousins, leave my aunt and go back to Nigeria.

It’s been a few years since then. I’m an adult now, and I’ve steered clear of as many holidays as possible. I didn’t want my grandfather to have to choose between protecting me and seeing my cousins again. My grandfather made it clear he was on my side and would’ve physically removed the asshole from his home, but, of course, that would result in probably never seeing my cousins again. I didnt want him to make that choice.

My grandfather died this year. It was a pretty awful illness and I spent most of my time out of work inside of the hospital with him. My dad was there too - his father-in-law was the closest he had to a father. My grandfather taught me many things. Including that you shouldn’t allow people to ruin things for you. Things like family gatherings.

Now the thing about this dude is, on top of being lazy as shit, he’s super entitled. He fully believes that he is head of the family, despite everyone hating him and ignoring him. He believes he is owed deference and respect from all. He told my aunt that since I didn’t show him respect, she and my cousins were no longer to buy my xmas presents. I haven’t received a single one from them in years. So I set my plan into motion.

I don’t get paid a lot, but I saved from October onwards. I filled the tree in my grandfather’s old house with presents, one for every person in my family - bar one.

This morning, Christmas Day, I stood under that tree with my gifts in my arms and I gave every person there a present I had spent hours picking out. I went up to each individual, passing him several times while he looked at the gifts greedily, and handed everyone something they would’ve wanted. I got to drink in the look of guilt on the faces of my cousins and my aunt as I received one solitary present (from my mother’s brother) as they received a bunch from me. It was delicious.

Finally, there was one gift left under the tree - a single envelope. It said 'for all your help looking after grandfather’. I handed it to him. Inside were return Eurostar tickets to Paris for a long weekend. “Oh!” I said. “I’ve made a mistake! That’s my extra present to [Dad]!” And indeed, there was my father’s name on the tickets. He got to see every wonderful gift I got everyone else while he received nothing - nothing from me, nothing from my brothers who hate how he treats me, nothing from my uncles who hate him and only ever gave him things because my grandfather wanted to keep the peace to continue seeing his grandkids.

The cherry on top? I received a special gift from a friend today. He bought two square feet of land for me and an aristocratic title. I am now a Lady and even though it barely means anything, my family has been pretend bowing and scraping to me while ignoring him and his demands for respect and he’s now sulking and refusing to speak to anyone.

Merry fucking Christmas, Tony.

Wait for me

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: Can I request and imagine were you’re an Ex of Tommy’s but he always looks out for you so he gives you a job in the company, when grace comes around she forces him to fire you out of jealousy, he does it his family go crazy at him and you can choose how it ends


Running through the streets of Small Heath, tears pouring from your eyes as you made your way home. The last person you wanted to see right now was your ex-boyfriend but it’s like the big man had it out for you today as you collided with a man and fell to the ground.

“(Y/N)?” You knew the voice too well, you looked up into those icy blue eyes and cursed the heavens, of course, it was your ex.

“Shit sorry Tommy. I have to go.” You say rushing past him. He runs after you calling your name but you don’t want to speak to him not now. It had been 6 months are so since you ended things, it wasn’t really working out. Neither of your families was happy about the split and no one saw it coming but you tried to remain friends.

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Jughead Jones x Reader: Relationship Status

Request:

Can I request a Jughead x reader where they are dating and just haven’t told anyone but they always hold hands/other cute couple stuff. And Veronica (or anyone else in the group) asks if they’re dating with one of them (Jug or the reader) replying with something like “We are? Why didn’t you tell me?”

 

A/N: This one was bit cute to write so I hope you guys enjoy it.  Going through a bit of writers block at the moment so I hope you guys like it and it’s not too crappy and that the requestor is happy about it.

Words: 1407

Summary: You and Jug have been friends all your lives and you start dating but don’t tell your friends because of recent events in Riverdale. Veronica wants you guys to date so bad not knowing you guys are.

Spoilers: Veronica is bisexual in this imagine.

Warnings: N/A

You and Jughead had been inseparable since as long as you could remember. The days you guys weren’t together were slim to none.

As you grew older you realized you had feelings for the beanie obsessed writer. You guys were too close for him not feel the same.

It was a troubled day when you chose you were going to talk to him about how you felt about him. The nerves occupied your body as you made your way to the park to see him.

This is the day you repeated to yourself all the way.

It was like the world knew you were destined for each other because that memorable day Jughead had set up a picnic. Which made you question what was going on because other than you, his laptop was his other most loyal companion. He never let it out of his sight and he told you to meet him up because he wanted you to see what he was writing.

Turned out Jughead felt the same way and you guys started dating ever since, but you guys never got to tell any of your friends with all the mayhem that resided in Riverdale.

A lost soul, the murder of Jason Blossom on July 11th as the coroner stated after his body was found in the now vacant Sweetwater River.

You both had talked about telling them after the funeral but that just seemed selfish, but you guys were always linked to each other so maybe it didn’t make a difference. The only change now is that you guys kiss although Jug is not big on PDA, so you only ever held hands and hugged, the usual.

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Jughead found a new topic to write about, Jason. You and Betty helped out find justice for the red-haired boy who left the world too quickly.

Jughead was sitting with you in his usual booth at Pops as he wrote and you talked about the murder case and anything that came to mind. You both always seemed to be in your own bubble. When you were together it was as if you were in your own parallel universe.

In the other side of the diner was Betty and Veronica chatting away while enjoying a strawberry and chocolate milkshakes with fries.

“So those two, what’s their deal?” Veronica added to their conversation.

“Honestly we don’t know, they look completely in love with other” Betty chimed in as Kevin came in and sat with them.

“What’s up? What’s the topic?” he spoke

“(Y/N) and Jug” Betty answered

“Ah the Lovers” Kevin chimed in as he ordered his food

“So you think there is something there too” Veronica cheered

“Oh please you’d have to be oblivious to not see the sparks and lighting bolts around them” Kevin continued.

“They have been inseparable since as long as we can remember, she’s the only one that has ever worn his beanie” Betty noted as Veronicas jaw dropped.

“What?! But he doesn’t even take that thing off, I swear he showers with it” the raven haired girl chuckled as Archie was coming into the diner.

“Arch” Betty motioned to the ginger to sit with them.

“Hey, what’s up I was going to talk to Jug” he declared.

“And ruin their moment” the blond spoke motioning to you and Jughead sitting on the same side of the booth giggling away and Arch just smiled.

“I swear I don’t know why they just don’t date they’re-, uh- what’s the word?” Arch added sitting next to Veronica.

“In love” Veronica giggled.

“Smitten” Betty cooed as she rested her head on her hand.

“Yes that one Bets, smitten” Arch blurted and they laughed but that still didn’t compare to the laughs that were radiating from the other side of the diner coming from you and Jughead.

“Honestly what are we going to do about them?” Veronica questioned.

“What do you mean?” Kevin asked.

“We have to get them together” Veronica confessed.

“Oh no” Betty admitted

“Why not?” Veronica added

“You are so new Ron” Kevin announced

“Jug and (Y/N) don’t like people meddling in their lives” Arch concluded.

“Well then we don’t push them together, but we can show them that there is other opportunities” Veronica stayed on topic as the others gave her puzzled looks.

“Well you guys said not to push them, so I’ll give them a little nudge” she continued.

“What nudge?” Betty asked with a smile.

“We get someone to ask them on a date, someone for Jughead and someone for (Y/N)” Veronica argued.

“Doubt it will work” Arch spoke as he took a bite of his burger.

“Yeah what if they say no to those people” Betty gave a small smile.

“Plus who were you going to get to ask them out? No one would dare separate those two” Kevin assured.

“Me and Arch” Veronica stated confidently and Archie choked on his soda.

“Hell no! Jug would kill me, she’s off limits” Archie said as he recovered then gave an expression that showed he had said too much.

“What do you mean off limits Andrews?” Veronica broke the silence.

“No nothing, I uh- I just meant she’s Jug’s best friend” he tried to rescue himself.

“No no, tell us what you know” Kevin declared as him and the girls gave him a devilish smirk.

“Will you look at the time, I have got to go” Archie decided about to stand up and veronica grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down.

“Spill it Andrews” She commanded.

“Jug uh- he’s gonna hate me” Archie said as he scratched his neck “he- uh- he’s got a thing for (Y/N) since like forever, he talks about her constantly and one time I told him if he didn’t do something I would ask her out just playing around and he literally made me swear to leave it alone and she was his if it ever happens. You cannot tell a soul about this if Jug finds out he’ll never talk to me again and (Y/N) well I don’t know how she’ll react” he confessed as they all had smiles plastered on their faces.

“Oh we have got to do something now, he likes her and she is obviously head over heels for him” Veronica cheered.

“But what? If it goes wrong they’re gonna hate us” Betty took a sip of her milkshake.

“Count me out, me and Jug are finally talking again” Archie declared.

“Sorry gay” Kevin spoke as Veronica turned to him and they chuckled once again.

“You could ask out Jug and I ask her out” Veronica smirked.

“Oh honey no, Jug’s cute but not my type. You could totally ask out (Y/N) though you bisexual queen” Kevin smiled and Veronica giggled.

So the group made their way to the other side of the diner to see what would unravel.

“Hey guys” you spoke as you saw them sit down with you and Jug.

“What’s with the grins?” you asked them confused as to what they wanted.

“Um (Y/N)” Veronica spoke as she took your hand and you gave her a puzzled look and Jughead gave the same look.

“What are you doing?” you asked Veronica as Jughead placed his arm around you.

“(Y/N) um- Will you- um- uh, Oh my god! I can’t!” Veronica pleaded and everyone except you and Jughead started laughing and you turned to Jughead and them so oblivious to what was going on.

“Can’t what?” you decided you wanted some answers as you laid your head on Jughead’s shoulder.

“Ron was gonna fake ask you out” Kevin retorted as Veronica stared at him with wide eyes.

“What?!” you questioned as she gave you a small smile.

“I just wanted to see your reaction, everyone says you and Jughead are two peas in a pod and I see it too, but ugh- I- I just want you guys to date. You guys would be my otp” Veronica rambled.

“I could’ve sworn we were going out though” Jughead stated as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and you smiled as the whole table gasped, shocked expressions plastered on their faces.

“Go Juggie” Archie encouraged as he motioned to Jughead for a high five.

“Oh my, Yes” Kevin cheered.

“Congrats (Y/N), you guys are so amazing together” Betty smiled.

“Happy now Ron” you implied to a still shocked raven haired girl.

“Best day in Riverdale so far” Veronica exulted.

@sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz

3.9.4 - Monty de la Cruz x Reader

Request - “Maybe a monty fan fic where monty and y/n have been besties since birth and he loves her but she’s dating jeff, since both of them play baseball.”            

A/N: I worked on the premise that they are 16/17. I’m pretty sure this is definitely not what you envisioned and it’s not what i did either, i kinda hate it. lol. I left the ending unclear in case i decide it needs serious editing.

3rd September 2004

A small freckled boy and a lonely shy girl make eye contact at their first day of school.

“Mommy says if someone looks nice I should talk to them” He said as he tapped her on the shoulder rather aggressively.

“My mommy says that too! Will you be my best friend? Mommy said I might meet one of those today!”

“For ever and ever and ever!”

6th January 2006

“Montgomery look at my snowman!”

The boy sulked noticing hers was far superior.

“I’ll help you with yours Montgomery.” She placed her mitten clad hands into his. “That’s what friends are for.”

9th September 2014

“Happy Birthday to my favourite person in the whole entire world.” She ran up from behind him holding a small home-made cake, which read; ‘Happy 15th Montgomery’

“Now, you know how much I appreciate the gesture, and how much i love cake, and you, but what have I said about continuously calling me my full name now that we’re in high school?” He took the cake.

“Don’t be such a teenager, Mont. Just because you’re now older than me.”

“Exactly. It means I get to boss you around.”

“We both know that’s never going to happen.”

22nd June 2016

“MONTGOmERY!! MONTGOMErYYYY!!” She yelled as she ran through the corridors, pushing people who were in her way.

“Monty!” She panted, flying into the boy with force.

“What?”

“Guess what?”

He rolled his eyes. “What?”

“NO. You have to guess.” She jumped up and down.

“Fine. You got an A?”

“Hell no, who do you think i am? Try again.”

“They finally made Pluto a planet again?”

“Monty! Keep up.” She pushed him.

“Well you haven’t given me any clues whatso-”

“Fine. FINE. I can’t wait any longer I’ll have to tell you. JEFF ATKINS ASKED ME ON A DATE!!”

Monty often thought this was one of the worst days of his life, the knife cut deep and sharp.

“Oh.” He pretended to put something away in his locker in order to hide his expression.

“Mont you’re my best friend, I expected you to be a bit more…animated.” Her face fell.

“I am really happy for you, it’s just, I just remembered that I have a chemistry exam next. Oops.”

Monty wasn’t sure how he could bear to see the girl he loved with the boy who had everything.

June 2017(now)

Montgomery and Y/N. Y/N and Montgomery. However you said it, it just sounded right. The two were inseparable, and when Monty threw a fit, which, really,  was a lot, the only person he would even consider looking at was Y/N. She was his rock, and he was stupidly in love with her.

The problem was, she was dating his friend, Jeff. A guy she’d crushed on since freshman year. He had the hearts of everyone in school, he could pick anyone, but he’d decided to choose the one girl Monty even glanced at. Of course, he didn’t blame him, Jeff had no idea how his friend felt about Y/N, and well, she was perfect, but it still stung. What was worse was that being the best friend, he was constantly hearing about how fantastic Jeff was, and how different they were.

He often wished to be more like Jeff, but his temper decided to show its ugly horns and take him right back to thinking it was never possible.

“Does my anger scare you?” He asked her as they sat on the school field making history notes.

“What?” The question seemed to catch her off guard and she lost herself for a second. “Of course not Mont. You know I’m not scared of you.”

“You hesitated. You’re scared.” He clenched his jaw and turned his head to the grass.

“No, I’m not, you just surprised me because I wasn’t expecting it. I promise you.” She placed her hand over his own, smiling gently. He shook his head in the direction of the school.

“Jeff’s coming.” Her expression when he mentioned his name did a complete 180. She was grinning so much he thought maybe her cheeks ached.

“Jeff!” She waved at him, standing to greet him. He pulled her in for a kiss. Monty averted his eyes.

“Oh, sorry for the PDA man.” Jeff chuckled, coming to sit next to him, Y/N returning to her spot.

“Yeah keep it in private.” He nodded. Y/N glanced at Jeff with an amused expression. Montgomery decided he would ignore the exchanged glances at his expense.

—–

“You look pissed. I mean you always do, but more so than usual.” She stated. They were sat on her bed watching a movie. “You know I’m always here…”

“Oh look, she’s an observer now.” He mocked. He began to realise how bothered he was getting at her presence. It was a struggle having her around nowadays knowing how un-reciprocated his feelings were, and how he could never confess. Her compassionate and caring nature was making everything worse.

“Don’t be a dick Monty. I just wanted to know what was wrong so I could help you. But whatever.”

So he decided to push her away in the only way Monty knew.

“Don’t bother trying. You never could help and you’ll never be able to.” Monty could see that this was hurting her, but for some reason he kept going. “I don’t know how you haven’t realised yet that I’m broken beyond repair and you’re just another fucking pile of salt adding to my wound.”

“Monty stop?! Where is this coming from? You don’t really mean this.” Tears were brimming at her eyes. Why was he being like this? Where had this come from?

“Yes I fucking do.” He spat, staring off into the TV screen.

“Right. Fine. If I’m such a fucking hindrance to you then I’m leaving.” She stood up and collected her things. “Don’t expect me to be back. Ever.” The door slammed with force.

Once she was out the door he realised what a mistake he’d made.

“Fuck. Y/N WAIT!!” He ran to the door, but all he saw was her car driving away.

—–

47 texts. 30 missed calls. Those were the stats on Y/N’s phone under Montgomery’s contact. She knew he snapped. He had always had anger issues, but this hurt her and she didn’t need to be made to feel like that by her best friend.

“He’ll come around, babe.” Jeff rubbed her back.

“He’s already tried. Twice in the past week. My mum is worried something’s happened between us.” She rolled her eyes.

“I can try and talk to him again.”

“No, Jeff. He needs to know I’m serious about this. He can’t just treat me like shit because I’ve dealt with him the longest.”

“Okay, you know I’m always here. He always has been a little… tetchy.”

“I know I’m angry at him, but he’s still my best friend.”

Truthfully, she already missed him.

—–

Knock, knock.

Not a-fucking-gain. She internally groaned.

This time she would open the door and tell him to fuck off. He’d made his bed, now he should lay in it. She was the only one home, so she ran down to open the door.

“Y/N!” He was haggard. His eyes told her that he hadn’t slept a wink since their disagreement, and his hair was limp and greasy. It was evident that he was surprised that she’d opened the door.

“Fuck. Off.” She began to pull the door up but Monty held it open.

“Wait! Please. Just hear me out.” He pleaded.

“Why should I?”

“You shouldn’t, really. But you will because you’re kind, and caring, and you think everyone deserves a second chance.”

“You know me too well, shoot.”

“Okay, so, there is NO excuse for what I said to you, I know. This isn’t a justification, it’s an explanation. You know I have anger problems, and that is part of it, but most of it is something I’ve tried to hide for so long now.”

She looked concerned, pulling her arms into herself.

“I’m hoping after I tell you this we can go back to normal, just ignore it ever happened. Don’t worry though, I’m not counting on it. Okay… so….” he breathed heavily. He was finally going to tell his best friend of 13 years that he was pathetically in love with her.

“I am majorly, stupidly, pathetically, in love with you Y/N L/N. In love, not just ’I love you as my best friend’. I don’t expect you to say anything, I just couldn’t deceive you any longer.” He stood twiddling his thumbs while she watched in shock. It felt like eons went by.

“Okay. That’s all. Thanks for hearing me out.” He turned and made his way down her road, his head spinning, but feeling a weight off his shoulder. He’d done something he’d never expected of himself. Maybe he’d ruined the best thing he’d ever had in his life, but it was too late now.

Something tugged his arm and turned him. It was Y/N. Her eyes were speckled with tears as they looked up at his.

Gift giving

My aunt’s husband is a total fucking dickhead.

For some background, my mother’s family is Guyanese and mixed with Scottish, German and Amerindian, but mainly look black. My mother married a white Irish man (my dad) and I came out looking super duper pale with blue eyes and blonde hair. My brothers are both much darker because being biracial means getting a grabbag of genes.

My aunt (my mother’s sister) married a Nigerian immigrant who is lazy and racist. He came over for a PhD course (which he only passed because my aunt wrote his thesis and in the thirty years since has refused to work) and his distaste at being married into the same family as a white guy has manifested in a number of ways, from telling others that my dad has shouted racial abuse at him (witnesses confirmed he absolutely did not) to refusing to even speak to me because of my skin colour.

A few years ago he was shouting about something completely false and when I told him he was wrong, he tried to physically attack me for being ‘disrespectful’ and had to be held back by my dad and uncles. He was in his fifties and I was a sixteen year old girl.

I later heard from my grandfather that after he yelled at my aunt’s husband, he (aunt’s husband) said that if he faced any consequences (like being banned from family dinners or told off again for his treatment of me) he would take my cousins, leave my aunt and go back to Nigeria.

It’s been a few years since then. I’m an adult now, and I’ve steered clear of as many holidays as possible. I didn’t want my grandfather to have to choose between protecting me and seeing my cousins again. My grandfather made it clear he was on my side and would’ve physically removed the asshole from his home, but, of course, that would result in probably never seeing my cousins again. I didnt want him to make that choice.

My grandfather died this year. It was a pretty awful illness and I spent most of my time out of work inside of the hospital with him. My dad was there too - his father-in-law was the closest he had to a father. My grandfather taught me many things. Including that you shouldn’t allow people to ruin things for you. Things like family gatherings.

Now the thing about this dude is, on top of being lazy as shit, he’s super entitled. He fully believes that he is head of the family, despite everyone hating him and ignoring him. He believes he is owed deference and respect from all. He told my aunt that since I didn’t show him respect, she and my cousins were no longer to buy my xmas presents. I haven’t received a single one from them in years. So I set my plan into motion.

I don’t get paid a lot, but I saved from October onwards. I filled the tree in my grandfather’s old house with presents, one for every person in my family - bar one.

This morning, Christmas Day, I stood under that tree with my gifts in my arms and I gave every person there a present I had spent hours picking out. I went up to each individual, passing him several times while he looked at the gifts greedily, and handed everyone something they would’ve wanted. I got to drink in the look of guilt on the faces of my cousins and my aunt as I received one solitary present (from my mother’s brother) as they received a bunch from me. It was delicious.

Finally, there was one gift left under the tree - a single envelope. It said 'for all your help looking after grandfather’. I handed it to him. Inside were return Eurostar tickets to Paris for a long weekend. “Oh!” I said. “I’ve made a mistake! That’s my extra present to [Dad]!” And indeed, there was my father’s name on the tickets. He got to see every wonderful gift I got everyone else while he received nothing - nothing from me, nothing from my brothers who hate how he treats me, nothing from my uncles who hate him and only ever gave him things because my grandfather wanted to keep the peace to continue seeing his grandkids.

The cherry on top? I received a special gift from a friend today. He bought two square feet of land for me and an aristocratic title. I am now a Lady and even though it barely means anything, my family has been pretend bowing and scraping to me while ignoring him and his demands for respect and he’s now sulking and refusing to speak to anyone.

Merry fucking Christmas, Tony.

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Hey guys!
This is my very first imagine so this might be not as good as others but I’m working on my writing skills.
Please note that my mother tongue isn’t english so there might be some mistakes, I’d be glad if you could correct me. 

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Originally posted by riverdalegifsdaily

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Words: 786

Closing my tired eyes, I let my thoughts wander. A lot had happened in the past few weeks.

My parents were constantly fighting, which was slowly but surely driving me insane. Let’s not forget about the fact that my best friend, Archie Andrews, ignored me all summer. And then there’s Jason Blossom’s death. It probably shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did considering the fact that we barely spoke to each other. But unfortunately it’s the only thing that’s in my mind. No one deserved to die the way he did.

“Y/N!” Startled I opened my eyes to look at the person who pulled me out of my deep thoughts. “What do you want?” I snapped when I realized who’s standing in front of me.

A look of hurt and confusion crossed his face. Annoyed of him I stood up and shouldered my backpack. A hand grabbed as I began to walk away.  “Y/N, please wait” Archie’s voice begged.

Sighing I turned to him, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say. When not even a word left his mouth I let out a pissed ‘whatever’. This time when I started to walk away he didn’t stop me. He just stared at me as I made my way to Pop’s.

A sigh of relief made its way out of my mouth when I sat down in my favourite booth. “Rough day?” Pop asked. “Rough life” I gave him a weak smile. “The usual?” his voice spoke. The response he got was a simple nod.

-

“Oh, you’re home” My mum says as cheerful as always. “Obviously” I rolled my eyes. Her face saddened. She opened her mouth to say something else. “Save it” I said emotionless and went in my room.

Sighing I fell on my bed. Now that I was finally alone I let myself drown in my depressing thoughts. Without realizing tears ran down my face. I didn’t even know why I was crying. Maybe it’s the fact that I felt the loneliest I’ve ever felt. Nobody was there for me, not even my best friend although he promised he’d be there. 'Always’. I guess promises didn’t mean anything nowadays.

I was ripped out of my thoughts by a knock at my door. I sat up and wiped away the tears quickly.

“Yeah?” I asked, trying to not sound so tired. The door opened and a ginger haired boy entered my room. “What do you want, Archibald?” My voice was weaker than I hoped it would be. “I hoped I could talk to you now” he said, sounding hopeful.

“What is there to talk about?”

Silence. Awkward silence. I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Why?” I asked quietly, looking at everything than him. “Why what?” His voice full of confusion. “Why did you ignore me all summer? Why do you want to talk now? Why do you suddenly care?”

Archie opened his mouth just so close it again. “That’s what I thought” I sighed. “You know what? Maybe it’s best you go now”

“What? No, please, Y/N, let me just explain everything” Archie begged. His eyes screamed at me, begged me to just hear him out. I sat down on my bed and signaled him to speak.

He mouthed a 'thanks’ and sat down next to me. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, you have to believe me. I’d never do this to you on purpose. I- It just happened a lot lately. I know I was a total douche but I’m so, so sorry. I promise it won’t ever happen again. You’re way too important to me. I can’t lose you”

“Arch, I- I don’t know. I really needed you this summer. You weren’t there when I needed you the most” My eyes looked in his. He swallowed and played nervously with the hem of his  white shirt.

We sat in silence. The only sounds you could hear were our breaths and the clicking of my clock. The way he looked at me, the way he spoke, it made me think. I can’t loose him either. He’s the only person that could make me smile without even trying. The only person that made me feel safe.

“I forgive you” I whispered. I heard a sound of relief. Seconds later I felt arms around my body. “Thank you, thank you, thank you” Archie muttered. I was sure he had the biggest smile on his face. “Don’t make me regret it, Andrews” I laughed lightly. A small 'you won’t’ was whispered in my hair.

For the first time in weeks I felt happy. For the first time in weeks I didn’t feel alone.

You know how life is… When I was younger, I used to spend entire days reading and day-dreaming, writing about extraordinary adventures I had imagined before going to sleep, I’d invent a language, draw maps, write, write, write and just… Create. 

But then life happened.

You know, I grew out of it, first too busy, then insecure. And one day I just stopped. I was too scared to go back to it. “You’re not good enough”, “it’s stupid”, “you’re wasting your time”. One of the only things I was somewhat skilled at became another thing I was insecure about. 

But then, I got dragged by Tumblr into D&D hell. First Critical role, which truly made me fall in love Dungeons and Dragons because it’s what I had been doing all my childhood (minus the dices and the players). Fell for the intricate world-building and fleshed out characters. Then, @awkwardcritter dragged me into this hell further by suggesting The Adventure Zone, here again, big surprise. I caught myself getting extremely passionate about it (too much for my health and sanity). I loved falling in love with each of the characters despite my first thoughts (”pfft, Taako ? That’s so silly, I’ll never get attached to him” (oh boy was I wrong)).

But then, came Godsfall. Now, hear me out: I have no favorite, for each world and characters and ambiances are too different to compare, but there was something about this very podcast. And that something finally made me realize that there is nothing silly about me creating a whole world and dedicating hours of my life into it. I completely got obsessed with Aram’s lore (yeah, I’m a huge nerd and “lore” makes me extremely hyped) and my insecurities were no longer enough of a reason for me not to write (now, hear me: I still have moments where I stop and go “wow, what you are doing is bad” BUT my passion got so much stronger, I can go over it). I’m even considering DMing a game someday despite my extreme shy self and anxiety (it’ll take time to overcome but I hope that someday I’ll be confident enough to create a campaign and DM it).


So, listen, folks: if there is something you like to do, go for it. Have fun, don’t listen to your brain. What you are making is worth it.


(I would like to thank my soul-twin @padawanminimilka for always being here and reading everything I send their way, they’ve been the best support I could ever hope for, as well as my sweet friends @awkwardcritter and @veridreamsaway for being such lovely beings and always enthusiastic <3)

Fuck off Brain ~ Tom Holland

Fandom: Marvel?? Hollanders?? Idk 

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Words: 759

Requested?: No

Warnings: Mental illness, self-disappointment, swearing (if you find anything in this that might trigger someone please tell me straight away. I don’t want to hurt or offend anyone.)

A/N: This is shit, short and a load of fuckery. (Sorry) It’s almost midnight and I’m feeling very weird mentally. I don’t feel the way I used to. I’ve been crying for hours in a spaced out world constantly scratching my arms and legs to make sure I’m still alive. I don’t know why I decided to write this imagine but it’s going to play on what I’ve been feeling these past few hours. I feel like if I write it down, I might feel better. I love you all so much and you all mean the world to me.


I don’t when it started. I don’t know why either. But my chest was tight and sore, breathing laboured, heart fast, head swarming and then, blank. Nothing but me and my brain, alone. My brain would tell me things, I’d believe it. 

I was sitting on the floor of our bedroom. I’d been there for hours. Just staring at myself in our large mirror, nails raking harshly up, and down my arms. Did I still feel pain? Did I feel anything?

“Why are you like this? You shouldn’t be like this. Tom doesn’t love you anymore because you’re like this.” I whispered hoarsely, my voice constantly cracking. 

I continued to move my nails along my skin, my eyes eventually tearing away from my tired and dishevelled figure in the mirror. I watched my nails create raw red patterns along my arm.

“You deserve the pain. You deserve to feel like this. One thing you don’t deserve is Tom, oh no you don’t.” I muttered as I increased the pressure of my movements on my arms. 

“Pain makes you human, you’d need a knife in your heart before you even got close.” I laughed bitterly as I finally saw the first spot of blood on my right forearm. I laughed. I was turning into a maniac.

I moved my hands to my legs and began quickly damaging my legs. I could hear the soft sound of fingernails meeting skin which only made my movements gain speed. The skin was burning and peeling.

“Tom doesn’t love you, why would he anyway you’re broken, you’re sick, there’s something wrong in your head that’s too hard to fix. Everyone knows you’re not right for Tom, you’ll never be good enough.” I sobbed loudly. I hadn’t heard Tom come back from the gym. I didn't even hear him rush up the stairs.

I heard him take a loud intake of breath. His feet softly padded along the floor as he made his way over to my shaking and shivering frame. My legs were bright red and in some places bleeding.

Pain makes you human, pain makes you feel.

“Y/N, stop.” He said gently. He sat on the plush carpet beside me and tried to remove my hands from my legs, his fingertips turning red from the cuts on my thighs. “Shh, baby. You’re ok, you’re perfect, you’re gonna be ok.” He said into my hair, placing light kisses on my scalp

And that’s when I lost it. I couldn’t take it anymore. Whatever in my head made me do this was raging a war against me. I was losing. My heart was pounding, my ears ringing.

“I’m not Tom. My brain is killing me from the inside. I can’t do this Tom, I’m not good for you or myself or anyone around me.” I replied as I struggled against his tight grip but failed. 

“Sweetheart, I know you’re hurting, please stop hurting yourself because your brain is telling you. I think your brain is being stupid because when I look at you I see the most perfect girl in the whole wide world.” Tom breathed, pulling my fragile body into his strong one

My sobs had become light hiccups. Even though my brain was still hurting, Tom’s words were beginning to pull me back to reality.

“And anytime your brain tells you that you aren’t good enough or that I don’t love, tell it to fuck off.” He said laughing slightly at the end. His words got my lips to curl into the smallest smile.

“Fuck off brain,” I whispered with a teary eyed smile. I felt Tom emit a hearty laugh that sent vibrations through my chest.

“Fuck off brain!” Tom shouted which made my laugh a little louder. “Leave my favourite girl alone.”

“Tom?” I croaked. He made a sound that signified as an answer.

“I love you,” I whispered, feeling him pull me into his torso even more.

“I love you more than life itself.” He replied lacing his hands with mine. “Let’s go get these cuts clean, then I will get you pizza.” I smiled slightly wider at this.

Tom pulled me up gently and helped me onto the counter in the bathroom. He got a flannel and lightly wet it with water to clean my cuts. 

Even if I was still battling a war inside my mind, at least I had Tom to help me if I need backup. Tom would help me through anything and I know I’ll always love him and he’ll love me, no matter what.

Here you are, @pokeharvest - Ooh, you should write a Scotty one where the reader is in engineering and names all the little parts of the ship, and at first Scotty is like “woah and people think I’m nuts about the Enterprise” but then he finds himself joining in on it, confusing everyone else

Word Count: 2007

Author’s Note: I took a few liberties with your request. I hope you enjoy it! PS, TOS Enterprise is approximately ⅓ the size of AOS Enterprise. Despite the fact that my blueprints allow for 250 crew on the Enterprise, TOS Bones once said there was 430-ish people on the Enterprise, so there’s obviously some wiggle room in interpreting size. That means AOS Enterprise could have a crew of 750-1200, depending, but I couldn’t find a definitive answer. Also, aside from size, no new specs on AOS Enterprise. So I had to do a little faking. The swimming pool and bowling alley are totally on the blueprints I have of TOS Enterprise though, they just have nothing really to do with the work of an engineer. Also, I hope I didn’t vilify poor Appleton too much. I’ve been dealing with a bully at work, and it just… bubbled over into the story. P.S. The best part of this was trying to find a song about how currents work, and re-discovering School House Rock’s Electricity.


“Mr. Scott, this ship is huge. I’m worried I’m going to get lost,” one of the other newly assigned grads blinked her eyelashes in a show of wide-eyed innocence that made you want to gag. Montgomery Scott, Chief Engineer on the U.S.S. Enterprise, quirked an eyebrow and turned to face her.

“Aye, lass. She’s a little over 700 metres in length -”

“725, sir,” you interrupted. You couldn’t help yourself. You’d spent most of your last year at the Academy fantasizing about being assigned to the fleet’s flagship. Studying the Enterprise specs had been your geeky little secret hobby. Stepping off the shuttle onto her had felt like coming home. There was nothing out of place. It looked exactly as you’d imagined, you suspected largely in part thanks to the handsome Scotsman standing at the head of your Engineering bay orientation. His blue eyes flicked over to assess you, and the hint of a smile lit his face.

“I love the enthusiasm of new grads,” he grinned. “Thank you, Ensign?”

“Y/L/N,” you provided. Ensign Eyelashes glared at you for the rest of the orientation, obviously angry that you’d distracted Mr. Scott’s attention.

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n3sh3r0x : HC!!! RFA + V reaction to Mc's fam being a bag of nutcases? Like they're 24/7 being lame and joking around and really inquisitive of MCs BF/GF

So my friend, @n3sh3r0x asked for this hc. SHE’S AMAZING GUYS!! Please follow her!!!

AND I’M SORRY but i really couldn’t imagine all of the families being a bag of nutcases. SO I DECIDED TO WRITE A “RFA+V+ SAERAN REACTING TO MC’S FAMILY”

Yoosung

- Sweet, sweet yoosung was pretty nervous when you told him that you wanted him to meet your family

-I mean…. who wouldn’t ??

-You father worked at this huge pharmaceutical company,  you mother was a cardiologist and to top it all off your sister was a lawyer at a big firm.

-Even you scared the living crap outta him when he first met you

-So when he first met your parents, he was shaking. Actually he was shaking for all the right reasons. Let me explain.

-Your father was immaculately dressed in his most expensive suit like show off much?, your mother wore a simple but beautiful gown and your sister??? Let’s just say that she wore a pair of sweatpants just to piss you off.

- Yoosung couldn’t stop laughing at this contrast. 

-As your father gracefully gave out his hand for a handshake, he was still laughing cause your sister was sticking her tongue out at you?? And you were being all cute, pinching her and making faces at her?

- Gosh ! Even the intellectuals weren’t any different , were they?

- “GOD DAMMIT! STOP IT GIRLS YOU ALWAYS EMBARRASS ME LIKE THIS!! I just wanted MC’s boyfriend to have a good impression on our family,” your father screamed.

- Your mum giggled, “Pay no mind to them yoosung!! We doctors must stay away from this lot at all times.”

- You mum really liked yoosung as they were both in the medical profession. She was a really chatty person. She blabbered on about how hard it was being a doctor. “I dunno how you did it yoosung,” she said, “I could barely learn how to treat the heart and you’ve learnt about how to treat the entire animal kingdom?” She sighed dramatically. 

- “HEY YOOSUNG!! Did you know that MC peed her pants in the sixth grade?” Your sister chimed in. “NO I DIDN’T,” you screamed and the two of you got into a cat fight. 

-Your dad sighed and apologized to him, “Welcome to the family, son.”

-Yoosung really did love your unique and wonderful family. And your family loved him more. 

Bonus: Your sister kept making passes at yoosung, vowing to steal him away from you when the two of you break up. She was just kidding! Or was she? Yoosung never knew about this. 

Zen

-Zen was really excited when you told him you wanted him to meet your family

- You used to tell him a lot about your family and he loved to hear about your two moms and you baby sister

- The whole day he was all like, “MC !! Should I wear this?? OR SHould I wear that??? Will you mom like this better.” 

- “JUST WEAR SOMETHING, ZEN,” you screamed.

-But it was so cute seeing him all excited.

- When you finally got to your house, he was so excited that he hugged both your mums. 

- “Nice to finally meet you,” He beamed, “I’m Zen.”

- “Wow I didn’t know my daughter was hiding such a handsome man,” Your mum giggled. “OH, MC~~” she sang. 

- You blushed so hard, it made Zen laugh.

- Your other mum laughed and kissed her on the cheek. “Oh and Zen,” she said, “We have this really BIG fan, just dying to meet you.”

- Your little sister was clinging to your mum’s leg. 

- “Come on, sweetie,” you called her out ,”Zen has a little gift for you.”

- But she still wouldn’t budge

- Zen knelt down and took her hands. “Looks like there are two very beautiful princesses in this house,” he smiled. He placed a little crown on her head. 

- She gave a tiny little smile. “Lift me !!” she ordered.

- “The shining knight Zen at your service, milady,” he laughed as he picked her up 

-He refused to put your little sister down for the whole day. Your lil sis had such radical fun,  getting a piggy back ride from Zen.

- Your parents loved Zen!! He was so sweet. He always was so well mannered and complimented them on little things.  

-At the end of the day, Zen ended up wanting to create a family like that with you. 

Bonus: Zen calls both your mums as ‘mum’ and ‘mama’, the way you call them. They love it. And they were so happy when zen first called them that

Jaehee

-You pure beautiful Jaehee was only second to Yoosung on the nervousness level when she first met your family 

- “But MC,” she dragged, “Is your family really ok with this? Me being a….. girl and all.”

- “Hush, my dear,” you kissed her on the nose, “I should be asking you if you’re ok with meeting my crazy family.”

- This reassured her a lot. But she was still nervous about making first impressions.

- Your family was a big one.

-I mean a reaaaaalllly big one. With cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents.

-So when you first got to the door, a flurry of kids surrounded you and Jaehee. 

- “OMG it’s MC!” 

- “IS that MC’s Girlfriend?”

-” MC AND JAEHEE, come play with us!!” 

-The kids were really noisy but Jaehee enjoyed the racket. The kids started introducing themselves and Jaehee was trying to memorize all of their names. 

-”Ok!! YOu twerps !! We’ll come back to you later!! We are going to meet the adults so LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND ALONE,” you grabbed her hand pulled her out.

- “awwww MC you’re such a spoil sport.” You could hear all the groans and sighs. 

- Immediately after a group of adults surrounded you two. 

- “Is this the Jaehee??? “ your aunt literally screamed. 

- She pulled Jaehee closer, took a good and long look at her.

- “Tell me, Jaehee,” she said, “HOW THE HELL DO YOU PUT UP WITH A WHINY CHILD LIKE MC. We still don’t know.”

-All the others nodded in agreement. 

- “STOP embarrassing me in front of my Girlfriend,” you stomped your foot.

- All of Jaehee’s nervousness dissipated. And she laughed. “Oh no!” she said and looked at you, “It has always been the other way around.”

-You blushed so hard. What did you do to deserve her? 

- Everyone from the teenagers, to the kids , to the adults and the elders took their turns with Jaehee.

- They really loved her. And really couldn’t understand why such a sweet angel like her chose you. You really couldn’t understand that either   

-Although she was drained by the end of the day, she was really looking forward to the next trip.

Jumin

-Jumin was always so curious about your family

- Whenever he asked about your family, you would brush him off saying that you would tell him when you were ready.

-He also never really got why you were working, when he was there to provide for you?

-Although he was really curious, he respected your wishes and never delved into that matter again.

- Then one day you decided it was time he met you family.

- You were actually from another town. You were from a really poor family, with your father dying when you were only 16 years old. Being the eldest, you had to help your mother raise your younger sister and brother. 

- Jumin now understood why you had to work.

- “But I can provide for your family, Mc,” he protested. 

- But you flat out refused cause you didn’t marry him for the money. 

-So you took the weekend off from work to visit your family with Jumin. 

- “Jumin, just don’t offer my mother any money,” you tell him, “We are doing very well now! And my mother would refuse cause she’s such a hard worker.”

- Jumin nodded. But you were not sure about what his stubborn ass was actually going to do.

-When you got home, you little sister and brother excitedly hugged you. 

- “MC!! YOU’RE HOME,” they shouted. 

- “Mc, look!! I got the first place in my class this year,” you little brother beamed. 

- Your sister got annoyed. “But MC! I got first place on both my tests and my relay,” you sister stuck her tongue out.

- Your brother was about to retaliate when you mother intervened, “Mc and her boyfriend traveled a long way, kids.Let them rest.”

-They went back sighing. You laughed and hugged your mum. 

- “And you must be Jumin,” your mum said breaking the hug. 

-Jumin was so fixated at your house. It was so small. But it really was so warm and wonderful. 

- “Yes mam. I’m Jumin Han,” he said as he took your mother’s hand, “Pleasure to meet you.”

- You and your mum burst into laughter. 

- “You really dont have to be so formal, Mr. Han~~,” you teased. 

- The kids tugged at Jumin’s trousers. 

-They were really curious about this royal looking stranger

-Jumin was really surprised by the kids. They were so well mannered, smart and hard working just like MC.

-He really loved them a lot. And they liked him too.

-And MC’s mother had so much dignity and integrity. He respected her deeply. And your mother loved Jumin for his honesty and manners. And she knew how much he loved and respected you. 

- And the food your mother cooked for him?? Never had he eaten anything so delicious his entire life.

- Just sitting around with your family and eating with them, made him realise that money really wasn’t everything 

-After that, he never did complain about you having to go to work. But he insisted on helping out a little.

- He always did send your family little extravagant gifts and souvenirs. And demanded a monthly visit to see you mum and the kids

-He took you guys on a lot of trips. And the kids really enjoyed their time with him.

707 

-Given his past, Seven really wanted a to be a part of a family

- So when you wanted to introduce him to your parents, HE WAS SO EXCITED, OVERJOYED, ELATED *add any synonym of your choice*

-You were from a middle class family

-Nothing special really

-You were the only kid.

- “Ok 7,” you warn him, “No funny business at my home… My dad is really strict.”

- “You betcha,” he sticks his tongue out.

-You sigh…. This was bad……… Really bad

-So when you get home, your father growls, “And what is the name of this boy MC? What does he do?”

- “Dad, this is Se-.. I mean Saeyoung and hes a hac-.. I mean a computer programmer.”

- “Why hello~~ sir,” 7 sang and let out his hand for a handshake.

- You dad looked at him from his head to his toe and sighed. 

- “I’ll be at my room if you need me,” he frowned. 

- 7 looked a little upset. Your mum sensed this too. 

- “Oh don’t mind that grumpy old man, Saeyoung, my dear,” you mum chimed, “I really dont know how I put up with him for so many years.”

-You giggled and held 7′s hand.

- “Don;t take it to heart, hon,” you laughed, “He’s what I call a Tsundere dad.”

- “TSUNDERE DAD??” he screamed. WTH MC 

- “The more he likes a person, the ruder he is to them,” your mum explained.

- Saeyoung couldn’t stop laughing, “I’m starting to like your dad.”

-So 7 like usual, kept making his lousy jokes. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes while your mother laughed. 

-Your dad crept in. “OH, You all are making a lot of noise. KEEP IT DOWN,” he said as he sat across you guys with a newspaper.

-You all could not help but chuckle. Oh, the things your dad did just to spend time with you, without actually admitting it.

- “So saeyoung,” your dad started, “How much is it that you earn.”

- 7 sat up straight. “See Sir, it actually depends…..”

- “He earns a lot, dad,” you cut in, “Have you seen his car?” You showed him a picture of his car.

-You dad was impressed and interested but he wouldnt admit it. 

- “It’s a decent car,” he frowned

- The three of you were internally screaming. 

- All throughout the evening 7 made small talk with your dad. He followed him everywhere. Your dad actually showed him his precious stamp collection and LET HIM TOUCH IT.

- Saeyoung started called your mother as mum. AND YOUR MUM LOVED IT

- “Don;t call her that,” you father growled. 

- “But DAD~~~” 7 sang

- “DONT CALL ME THAT,” he shouted. But he was very happy, internally. Tsundere dad strikes again

-He really had taken a liking towards your dad.

- You dad called him annoying a lot but deep inside… lets face it! He loved Saeyoung a lot.

- When it was time to leave, your dad gave you a peck on you cheek as he said , “Saeyoung is good guy, mc. I like him.”

- You werent gonna tell saeyoung this but you had a feeling he already knew.  

- Saeyoung sometimes liked to visit your parents alone and spend time with them

ps…… If you;ve seen Saiki Kusuo then you’ll know about the tsundere grandpa…. that episode literally changed my life

V

- “V!” you proclaimed one day, “I want you to meet my family.”

- V was surprisingly very cool about this, “Ok mc” he said as he kissed you on the forehead.

-The only family you had left was your two brothers. They practically raised you. Everything they ever did was for you. You didn’t have one complaint in your life. One brother was a professional wrestler and the other worked for the government.

- The two of your brothers were dying to meet V. They planned on how they were going to freak MC’s boyfriend out cause they were both so muscular and buff. And not to mention tall. They were both wrestlers in high school and had so many medals, that you learnt how to count with them

-So anyways, they were really planning to freak your boyfriend out. 

-They wanted to make sure that your boyfriend was man enough. You were their precious baby sister after all. 

- Well, jokes on them…. V was blind. 

- There was no way V was gonna be intimidated my their looks.

- Their jaws fell to the floor when they saw V

- “Mc… is he….”

- “Yes, Im blind,” V interjected, “ But I can see a little with one eye”

- They regained their composure. But they still had to make sure that he would treat their precious little sister well

- “Well Jihyun,” you brother firmly held V’s shoulder, “If you ever do something to our sister then God help you.” 

-You were angered my your brothers’ rude behavior towards V. Before you could protest, V said calmly, “Sir, I wouldnt hurt a hair on her head. She is the love of my life.”

- Commence Jaw Drop

-You blushed hard….. as did your brothers. The line was delivered so cooly and calmly.

-”V~~” you hit his hand playfully.

- Your brothers laughed. 

- “I’ve been married for 5 years and never once have I said such a thing to my wife. We should learn a lot from you V”

- You brothers loved him. They were so boisterous and playful… so unlike V. They considered V as a part of their gang

-V loved it! He had so much fun with your brothers. All three of them got drunk in the end and you were left to take a drunken V home

- “CURSE YOU, YOU TWO DEVILS AND DONT TOUCH MY BOYFRIEND AGAIN”

Saeran

- Your parents died when you were really young

-You were raised by your grandparents. 

-So when you asked Saeran if he wanted to meet your wonderful grandparents, saeran wasnt exactly excited. But he knew how much they meant to you so he decided to accompany you

-The minute you entered the house, there was the lovely smell of freshly baked goods.

-Your grandma and grandpa were so excited to see you.

-They were standing outside for nearly an hour just to see you.

-You were so happy to see them. Saeran saw immediately how your expression changed. Could you get any cuter? chandler voice

-You hugged them both and kissed them

-Your grandparents were equally excited to see saeran.

- They huddled around him.

- “MC told me that you really like ice cream, saeran,” your Grandma said, “So I made a lil cake to go along with it.”

- “Oh and dont forget about the sweater we got him dear,” your grandpa added.

- As you helped your grandma out in the kitchen, saeran and your grandpa took to talking

- You grandpa told him stories about the army. Saeran seemed very interested and excited.

-You could see them talking about random things under the sun

-He absolutely adored the food your grandma made and even wore the sweater they got for him

-He really enjoyed his time with your grandparents.

-He ended up wishing he could stay there more.

- When you went to sleep, your grandpa and saeran talked throughout the night.

-”Saeran…. in case something happens to me… the mc and her grandma…”

“Nothing will happen to you and if it does… I’m always here for them. MC means the world to me”

Why you gotta be a Jerk?! - Jay Park Scenario

(Part 1?????)

Warning: Cussing (cause why the hell not?), also I made this a chubby!reader kind of thing. Sorry, it just turned out that way. Now that I’m done writing this, I know my brain just kinda went away with itself. Sorry, I dunno, I was feeling angry and angsty when I wrote this. I’m thinking I’ll either leave it, or go with a part 2.




“Oh, Shithead. You showed up.” You knew the voice before you saw the face and you really wished you could have done something more than your normal comeback.

Jay Park. Just the sound of his name made you want to scream, and not in a fun way. You had been a fan of him since his 2pm days and really admired his dancing, so when you finally got to meet him in real life you were ecstatic. That day was supposed to be the best day of your life; when your hard work and long hours dancing alone in a cheap filthy studio finally paid off and you made it as one of his background dancers. You had tried so hard at the beginning to get on his good side, to impress him, to have him compliment your dancing just once but to no avail.

That was a few months back, now you were really on the verge of completely hating his guts. You had given up on trying to impress him and finally found your place in the crew only to form some weird tom and jerry relationship with the infuriating man. You always wondered why he was so determined to make you angry. You were the only female in the crew he treated like shit and you didn’t even know what you had done for him to treat you the way he did. Maybe he just didn’t like you because you were chubby. You’d been treated that way before but, you just didn’t want to think the person you admired would be that way. At least, that’s not what you wanted to think

“Yeah Fuck-face, where the hell else would I be?” You rolled your eyes as you got your phone out of your bag and plugged it into the studio’s speakers. You blasted the speakers loud enough that it would drown him out so you could start warming up for dancing. You liked coming early to warm up, stretch and freestyle, but since he found out about your early practices before actual rehearsals, he made sure to be there every morning for your daily dose of shit talking.

You started to dance with your eyes closed feeling the music course through you and letting your body move on its own. You had started this habit since he started showing up. First, because you didn’t want to see his face if you messed up and second, because if you saw his face, it would just make you angry and mess you up anyways.

You were about 3 songs in (of course all of them Jay’s songs) when the music was suddenly cut off and Gray’s voice rang through the studio. “Damn girl! Look at that body move!” He looked over to Jay who was looking at you. You weren’t sure though because when you turned to look at him, he diverted his gaze towards the speakers and started walking toward them. He quickly shut off the music and walked out the door dragging Gray along with him.

All the dancers started piling in after the two men left along with other guys from AOMG. You started talking with some of the girls when Cha Cha came over and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “So, did you torture Jay this morning too?”

“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” you huffed as you walked over to your bag, Cha Cha’s arm still wrapped around your neck. “More like he tortured me, like always.”

“You both should just date and put us all out of our misery,” Loco slyly commented. “It’s so hard us to have to breath the same air that’s filled with all of the tension between the two of you. The chemistry literally permeates the air.”

Both you and Cha Cha looked at him incredulously, you for even the idea of actual chemistry between you and Jay and Cha Cha for Loco’s use of the word permeate. “You’ve got to be kidding me right?” The guys seemed to like setting you up with Jay in their heads, it annoyed you but there was nothing you could really do about it. You were sure that he couldn’t ever see you in that way, you didn’t even know if he saw you as a human or not.

               “Come on there’s gotta be something you like about Jay right?” Cha Cha asked as he tightened his arm around your neck and messed up your hair, at least what was still dry and not sweaty from going all out in your dance practice this morning.

               You switched your gaze from Cha Cha to Loco and thought for a bit, “Well, yeah. There are some things I like I guess.” They both gave you a look like : and? “He worked really hard to get here. He fell but he got back up and made something of himself. His dancing is amazing, so is his singing. His personality and manners… need a lot of work.”

               “What are you talking about?” Jay asked as he walked up behind you and Cha Cha. You quickly slipped out of Cha Cha’s hold, not wanting Jay to get the wrong idea; though you didn’t know why you cared if he got the wrong idea. Gray was walking up behind him rolling his eyes.

               “How Tom and Jerry should get together, what you think Tom?” Cha Cha said as he winked at you. You sighed exasperatingly in reply.

               “Ha, yeah right. Me and her? Please, I’d rather it be anyone other than her,” Jay scoffed and let out a chuckle as he headed toward the computer connected to the speakers but you blurted out what your mind thought before he could make it there.

               “EXCUSE ME? What’s wrong with me?!” You yelled, you really didn’t want to give in but anyone other than her?

               “Your dancing is sub-par and you think you’re hot but you’re not! You’re not sexy, you’re fucking

at-” Jay yelled but then stopped. His eyes got wide and his mouth dropped. So did Cha Cha and Gray just punched his shoulder with a hushed “what’s wrong with you?!”.

               You felt one of the dancers put a hand on your shoulder and you turned around and yelled because of the adrenaline. “What!” You looked past the dancer and saw your face in the mirror. Tears were streaming down your face and you knew they weren’t because of embarrassment or anger. You thought you had gotten used to comments about how you looked, but coming from someone you admired, it hurt a lot worse than all of the others.

               “Wait – I – I didn’t,” Jay began but you brushed past him and grabbed your stuff off the bench. You turned and walked straight up to him angrily, he flinched when you got to him like he thought you were going to hit him. You just waited, took a deep breath, and looked him straight in the eyes.

               “Park Jaebum, go to hell,” you said and right when you got to the door of the practice room you turned around again, “and fuck you,” you said and you slammed the door shut. 

So, school has finally let up and I’ve finished all my tests, and since I missed your birthday (busy af that day), I just now got the fic done. Congrats on adulthood, Mel!


There was always something about the way Chat smiled. Mari couldn’t place what exactly it was, but whenever the grin made it’s appearance, it felt like a flurry of butterflies had exploded in her stomach. And her heart. Oh, how it throbbed. She wanted to grab him and kiss a million times over. Though, she couldn’t act on the feeling. It wasn’t real. There was no way she could feel such a way for anyone other than Adrien…right?

Marinette decided to tuck these odd thoughts into the deepest, darkest pit she could find in the back of her mind, determined that the only one for her was Paris’ resident heartthrob. She couldn’t fall in love with a man she didn’t know.

Chat Noir was her partner.

She didn’t know who was behind the mask.

It just wasn’t meant to be.

But when one night Chat dropped onto her balcony, life torn from his eyes, she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him. He was pale and silent, nothing like normal. He wouldn’t dare meet her eyes, but when she pulled his face up to look at her, the waterworks began. They sat there for a while, him sobbing into her shoulder. And her heart.

It was like someone had given her a good punch in the gut. Well, that is if good was the correct term for such a horrendous feeling.

Finally, she dragged him through the skylight and onto her bed. The feline hero cuddled into her, shaking with every whimper. It was breaking Marinette’s entire foundation, but she stayed with him, muffling the cries so her parents wouldn’t stir.

She traced her right hand along his spine. With the other, she rubbed his head gently, tugging a little bit at his hair. It was what she did whenever he visited.

After half an hour of Chat’s sobs, he finally began to calm down. So, in one swift motion, she climbed out from under him and tucked him under a blanket. She proceeded to leave the room for the kitchen. She knew he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon nor could he. He had been crying for so long, he had to be dehydrated. Water was the only solution.

She took a glass out from the cupboard and filled it with tap water. In the moment, she took free liberty to also grab cheese from the fridge. For some reason, Chat often asked for it as a snack whenever he swooped in. It’d become such a regular accorance that it wasn’t a wonder why he came to her in his time of need.

“Chat, I brought you something,” Mari whispered as she climbed the stairs into her room.

When he didnt answer, she began to worry. She quickly set everything down and practically jumped up the ladder to her bed.

Chat wasn’t there…

But someone else was.

Adrien Agreste lay crawled up in her bed, watching her every move.

Her face flushed at the sight. She jumped back in suprise and almost tipping her and the ladder over, but Adrien grabbed her. His eyes bore into her own in such a way, that she couldn’t even begin to imagine what was running through his head.

“Thanks Mari.”

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Happy (late) birthday @thoseinfiniteskylines!

Piece of You, Piece of Me (Harry Wells x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: After comforting Harry through the stress of trying to regain his captured daughter, your relationship progresses… physically. What will Harry say when he returns from his time on Earth-2 when he sees your very pregnant self?

Originally posted by theflash-barryallen

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You're My Rainbow (Jerome Imagine)

Request: “can you please write an imagine where you and Jerome are in arkham and you get your hands on a ukulele from Richard Sionis because he gets things for his "friends” and Jerome hears you play it and hears you sing for the first time?“ - @purityimagines

A/N: I finally finished and there’s some fluff ;) Enjoy! xx

Imagine:

   Ever since you heard Richard Sionis was filthy rich, you’ve been sucking up to him. You were going to make the most of your time in the infamous asylum, because you knew you were going to be there for a very long time. You did murder your own parents after all.

   You were grateful for Sionis’ stupidity as he believed you actually liked him. He considered you a friend, which pissed Jerome off. You and Jerome grew very close when he was sent to Arkham as you two had a lot in common.

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“Need share” - Jack Maynard

“Today I’m going to surprise (Y/N). So she’s been quite of obsessed with Ed Sheeran lately, okay not just lately but like all the time. And the boys and I have been given some cards for his new concert. And literally everybody’s going there. Like me, Conor, Joe, Caspar, Oli, Mikey and Josh. And so I asked for two more cards so (Y/N) could go with us as well as Anna since she’s been obsessed just as much as my beautiful girlfriend”, Jack chuckled as he told his viewers what’d be happening right now.

“So I’ve been putting these little papers with letters on it in this envelope and if she gets it in the right order, it will say ‘Ed Sheeran’ and then I’m gonna surprise her. Let’s just see how long it’ll take her.”

As (Y/N) walked into Jacks room, assuming that he must have been in there since she had called for him and no one answered, she found him laying in bed on his phone.

“Hey babe”, he said as she opened the door and she was quick to go over to him for a quick peck on the lips. Jack then got his vlogging camera out and started to record.

“Say hi to them, babe”, he smiled at her.

“Hey guys”, (Y/N) said and grinned.

“So I have a surprise for you darling”, Jack said and handed her the envelope. She opened it and Jack could see that she was a bit confused as she saw the letters.

“What’s that supposed to be Jack?”, she asked as she had them all on the bed.

“Letters.”

She then gave him her infamous ‘No-Shit-Sherlock’-Face, making him giggle.

“Just put them in the right order.”

It took (Y/N) quite a while to put them into an order which made sense, kind of.

‘HEAR NEEDS’

“That makes no sense, Jack”, (Y/N) whined.

‘HEAD SNEER’

“Try a little harder babe”, Jack said grinning.

‘EDEN SHARE’

“C’mon baby”, Jack said teasingly.

‘NEED SHARE’

“What do you need to share, Jack?”, (Y/N) said, glad that she had finally found something that made sense.

“I need to share some important news babe”, Jack said. “She’s not getting it, guys”, he sighed and turned the camera so both of them would be in shot.

Jack mixed the letters up a bit.

‘ED SHAREEN’

“Wait I got it”, (Y/N) said, finally getting excited.

‘ED SHEERAN’

“Jack?!”, (Y/N) said, finally noticing that Jack had another envelope behind his back.

“No way”, she whispered as Jack said nothing. “No fucking way.”

“We’re going to see Ed Sheeran”, Jack smiled.

“Oh my god! You’re amazing!”, (Y/N) squeeled and hugged Jack really tight.

“All of the boys are coming and Anna too”, Jack told her.

“Oh my, I haven’t seen her in ages! Thank you so much, Jack! You’re officially the best boyfriend ever”, (Y/N) smiled and kissed him.

“Anything for my girl”, he smiled, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up his cheeks in (Y/N)s hair.


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Finally back home. With a delay of 59 minutes the train arrived finally in Karlsruhe.
The days in Hamburg were filled with my family and on Sunday with the family of my son in law too. The lovely twin sister Ella and Jonna got baptized.

And so there was not much time to go on photo shootings and those of my family are private and willnot get posted. Something that I had to decide due to the circumstances here on tumblr.

But I had time to have one or another look on tumblr and some of you surely noticed it. Oh boy I can’t tell you how much I had with two special posts. They made me laugh tears. Thank you for the surely unwanted joy you gave to me.

I deadicate this to my dear friend Anders @amillqvist who fortunately is still here. One of the last man standing!

Hans-Jürgen Sommerfeld © 2017

Silver Silence Part 7

Pairing: Bucky x shy enhanced reader

Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his new very shy and gentle teammate.

Word count: 1,752

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of pain again.

Bucky’s POV

The screaming had stopped… it finally stopped. And I don’t mean for a moment, or an hour or a day, but it had been three days that she had not made a sound.

Under normal, More fruitful circumstances, I’m sure my face would have been mirroring that of a powerful summer sun. But I wasn’t beaming, and neither was anyone else.

It was quite, yes, but it wasn’t because the pain had subsided from her frail, sweat drenched body.. it was because her being was incapable to do so anymore.

Mute…

When Helen uttered those words, I had almost asked her to repeat them.. There was no way that (y/n) could be mute. Not when she barley talked in the first place.. Not when she had so much more laughter and jokes to share, now that we had found her a cure.

The frail, small, and timid girl I had met months ago, was now by mer definition, crippled.

Id gone to see her yesterday, seemingly coming to terms with Helen’s information, and finally able to face those big, round, (Y/C) eyes.

But it hurt… it hurt more then I was willing to admit… and though I had a deep need to protect her – and might I add, a rather heavy attraction to her- I was sad not for myself, but for her.

For a girl who just 2 weeks ago, had the world dancing at her fingertips, a girls whose heart poured hope like the rain forest does water. But now the orbs that lay between squinted and pained lids, echoed a building need to let go.

However I knew she wouldn’t, shed been waiting her whole life for the moment her body became strong enough to take on the world, and with that moment closing in, there was no way shed back out now.

So days past, 4 more days.. to be exact..

16 days in total, and each one brought that beautiful girl  excruciating pain.

My only hope was that it died down slowly, that as those days wound to a halt and she felt some sort of slowly creeping peace. I couldn’t ask her though.. even if I gave her a pen to write with, or had Wanda talk to her through thought.. her body shook violently against her restraints and after hearing nothing but screaming and crying thoughts, Wanda refused to try again.

It was the 17th day that she had been like this, I was sitting beside her, watching her body wither and jolt in pain, something I would never become comfortable with looking at, something I never got used to.

I was about to look back at my book, when the heart monitor slowed.

The rustling of bed sheets stilled,  and as I looked up to her, she looked over at me with a smile.

“(y/n)?” I asked lightly, fearing it was just another one of her body’s oddly placed breaks in pain. But then those beautiful lips parted, and a very soft barley even recognizable laugh came out, in the form of puffs of air. She mouthed my name, her eyes crinkled in delight.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y can you get Wanda in her please?” I called out to the air, and was met with a confirmation that Wanda was on her way.

“Doll… you okay?” I choked out, not really sure what to make of her beaming smile.

She just nodded her head eagerly and reached her cuffed hand out to take mine. I molded my fingers with hers, despite my obvious confusion, and just seconds later, the door slid open on the other side of the room.

I glanced over to Wanda, now walking slowly into the room.

“(y/n)?” she asked the smiling form beside me.

“Can you tell me what’s going on in her head?” I asked softly, knowing she hated to intrude into people’s minds but knowing it was also necessary.

“Mind if I take a look?” she asked y/n, to which she nodded her head.

After a few moments, Wanda’s face broke into a smile, and her eyes softened as she looked back to me.

“She says she feels like she’s on top of the world.” She let out a breathy laugh. “There’s no more pain.”

(y/n) squeezed my hand in conformation, and slowly breathed out in small peaceful breaths.

“I guess that means we should call in Dr. Cho.” I stated, rather than asked, and heard Wanda agree with me as she pressed the red button beside (y/n)’s bed.

“I’m so glad you’re feeling better doll.”  I spoke to her softly, feeling as if it’s been years since I was able to get through to her. She simply gave me a large, face splitting smile. I noticed the corners of her eyes had gone damp, and I brushed my thumb across her cheek as a single tear rolled down slowly.

I opened my mouth to calm her, but before I could the doors slid open again, and in rushed Helen, tony, and Steve all wearing faces of extreme worry, as if they would come in and find (y/n)’s lifeless body, defeated from the days of pain.

What their eyes locked on to instead, was a beaming (y/n) with eyes as wide as saucers.

“What’s going on?” Helen spoke up as she made her way across the room to (y/n)’s other side.

“she feels better, no more pain.” I told her.

Her eyes looked up at me and down at (y/n), almost skeptical, until a small smile played on her face.

“ill give you a quick check up to make sure everything is under control OK?” she asked (y/n) and earned an enthusiastic nod.

(y/n) looked down at her body as she released my hand and quickly began to rattle the padded cuffs around her wrists at Helen.

“Oh, right.” She stated, picking up (y/n)s wrists and twisting the knobs on each of them, causing them to click and fall off. She did the same to her feet, smiling as (y/n)s body twisted and turned with delight.

(y/n) face then screwed up in an awkward smile as she motioned her hands to point at her lower half. Helen looked confused for a second before her eyes went wide and she nodded in realization “The catheter right…”

“Um, Bucky? Would, you and the guys mind stepping out of the room for a bit?” Helen asked gently.

My gaze went back to (y/n) as I gave her hand a soft squeeze. “I’ll be right outside” I said to her, earning a curt nod

She was bed ridden for two days after that, constantly getting blood drawn and having all sorts of tests done to make sure her bones had fully healed.

Shortly after leaving the room on the day she finally calmed, I had been called in for backup on a mission Steve had been sent on. I couldn’t just dismiss it, no matter how much I wanted to stay by (y/n)s side, my best friend needed my help.

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It had taken nearly 3 days for the mission to conclude and for us to finally intercept the hostage we had been sent to retrieve, and I was relieved when I was finally able to go back to the compound.

I waited patiently for the elevator to move up the course of the building, adjusting the heavy duffle bag that was thrown loosely over my shoulder.  I knew it was silly to be so excited to see (y/n) again, but I couldn’t help it, I wanted to see how her condition approved, how happy she was, how energetic she now could be.

The elevator dinged, and I stepped out and headed straight for the kitchen, my hunger suddenly taking priority over my eagerness to see my recovering china doll.

Well I guess I shouldn’t say ‘my’….

I half expected to see Sam raiding the cabinets of my protein bars and Wanda’s ‘hidden’ stash of liquorish. Instead I was met with the sight of Tony and (y/n) sitting on the counter across from one another, throwing popcorn into each other’s mouths.

I stood there staring like someone who’s never seen people before, when Tony’s eyes turned and locked onto me.

“Buckaroo! You’re back.” He yelled, a little too happy then I was used to for seeing me. But his introduction to my presence caught (y/n)s attention as she swung her head to look at me and smiled brightly.

She mouthed my name and hopped off the counter, bouncing over to me and slamming into my body in a rather rough hug, causing me to drop my bag.

It caught me off guard completely; I was so used to her being gentle and quite, and though she was still quite for obvious reasons, her motions spoke louder than words.

Her face was absolutely beaming, weather for my arrival or simply because of her new found strength.

“Hey doll, how you feeling?” I asked her with a soft smile, to which she raised her hand and gave me a jerking thumbs up and a rather toothy grin.

“It seems like little energy ball over here got her second wind when she finally got out of that damn hospital bed.” Tony spoke up with an amused laugh, as (y/n) snuck around him to open the oven and pear in at something. She eagerly pointed in at them, looking up at me as if to tell me to come look. I obliged and made my way to her, standing by her side and taking in the sweet sugary smell of the cookies that lay on cookie sheet in the oven.  Tony broke my staring with his voice. “Oh yeah she wanted to make cookies for when you and Steve got back from your mission.”

I looked up at tony, then down at (y/n) who now wore a shy smile on her lips and nodded her head slowly.

“Thank you.” I said, giving her a sincere smile, she just nodded at me again. “Well I’m going to go shower, all this blood and dirt makes me look like a slob.”

Tony shrugged and began popping popcorn into his mouth while (y/n) smiled up at me. I gave her a soft nod as if to tell her bye before walking back to my bag.

As I picked it up though, I felt a soft hand on my forearm and then a light, soft, warm pair of lips on my cheek. I looked over to see (y/n) smiling softly at me.

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100 Days of Practice - Day 13

I had a pretty productive practice day for once! To start, I worked on viola technique for a while, especially thirds (melodic minor😑🔫 ) and ranted about my hatred of them to @itsaviolathing 😝Then I took a caffeine break and copied marks and finger numbers from my old sheet copy of Chahagir into my nice new one, then did a run through of the piece since it’s been a while 🙃 I also worked on Rode caprice no. 2, which I’ve been focusing on tuning the octaves before I can get it up to Speed™. I also started to brush up the Prelude to Bach’s cello suite 1, which was the very first piece I learned on viola 😊 I’m hoping to go busking a bit this summer, so I need as much rep as possible 😜

For piano, I rediscovered these two gorgeous Urtext books of Schubert and Bach which I got as a Christmas gift ages ago when I was too stupid to appreciate them 🙄 I also started working on the book of Plaidy technique, which started of with basic finger exercises, but I hope to work my way through the whole book and get stronger 💪🖐🎹 Then I continued to work on Ballade no. 1, and finally got in touch with a piano friend who I hope to take lessons with this summer. I made a couple decisions about repertoire but I’ll make a separate post for those or something.

I forgot to make a practice journal today. Oh well 🙃 tomorrow I guess 😜

First of all, they were playing sexy lounge-type music in the photo op room, and that was just… anyway. 

So there was a bit of miscommunication about the pose, because I wanted Jensen to be in the position I was in, with Misha in the back. So I hand them the hats and Misha’s kinda smirking, and Jensen’s frowning slightly and turning his over in his hands, and I turn to Misha and ask if we could do a Titanic pose. And he’s like, “Of course!” ..But then they’re still standing there and he’s like “Okay wait I’m not exactly sure what you want us to do.” So I hold my arms out to demonstrate, but he gets the wrong idea and does it with me instead (not that I’m complaining), and I’m panicking because I have no clue what Jensen’s doing but I know he’s not really a part of the pose, and I feel a little sick because I think I messed it up or something, and when they give the hats back I don’t even look at Jensen because I feel like I made him uncomfortable or something (I just got a weird kind of vibe) so I’m like “I am so sorry I made you do this.And Misha looks back at me and he’s doing that adorable crinkly eye laugh. Clif notices the look of vague panic on my face when I’m leaving (and asks me if I’m okay when we’re talking later that night) and he looks at me knowingly and chuckles. 

So I was stressing about how it turned out all night, and when I finally saw it, I was just… it’s perfect. Jensen’s face, oh my god. Let’s just ignore the insane gleam in my eye.

As my mom said, “Jensen looks like a jealous, rejected cabin boy whose Captain wouldn’t pay attention to him”. I think that’s a pretty apt description of what’s going on here.

**you know what, go ahead and edit it if you want. I don’t really care.