or basically any excuse to spend some time with her despite everything

BTS reaction to their idol crush showing interest in them

Anonymous said: How would BTS react if an female Idol (they have a crush on) actually Shows her interest in them ?? ( + a Lot of other Male Idols have crushes on her and actually tried to Date her)

Ah, I’m so sorry it took me practically forever to get to this ;-;

I hope you still enjoy it though! c:


Rap Monster (Namjoon):

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Namjoon would be backstage with the rest of BTS at a music show, watching your performance in awe and amazement. As the music would echo through the venue, he would watch your powerful movements, his eyes fixated completely on you, wondering how you could pull off such difficult choreography and still look flawless in the process. The other boys would nudge each other, chuckling and giggling to themselves as they would glance over at Namjoon who would still be completely mesmerised by you. 

The truth would be, he would have had growing feelings for you for a few months now, falling for not only your good looks, but also your lively personality, the way you lit up the atmosphere of the room as soon as you walked in. The way you were always smiling and staying strong, even through difficult times. Plus it would be an added bonus that you were a natural beauty. “No wonder practically everyone has a crush on her,” he’d muse to himself, as you watched you take centre stage, capturing the attention of everyone there.

So, when your performance finally ended, the audience would roar up in applause, the lights on stage going out and so allowing you and your group to exit the stage. Namjoon would finally snap out his trance, vigorously clapping and bowing politely as you walked by. While the rest of your group smiled and thanked everyone before walking onward, you’d linger behind, looking directly at Namjoon as your lips curled up in a genuine smile. His heart would skip a beat, a curious expression forming on his face as he’d look around to ensure it was him you were looking at. You’d walk up to him, and before long, the two of you would be deep in conversation, to the complete surprise (and slight jealousy) of the other males idols around. Though Namjoon would act chill about the whole situation, his heart would feel like it was about to burst out his chest in joy, and so when you’d say your goodbyes and walk away, Namjoon would stand there, a grin etched on his face and the other members would pat him on the back and cheer for him. 


Jin (Seokjin):

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You would be part of a popular girl group under BigHit Entertainment, and although you would’ve just debuted only a few months ago, your powerful style and sheer talent would attract attention worldwide. Being under the same entertainment company as BTS, you would often bump into them; on your way to practice, on your way out, even when coming in to record.

Jin would notice how cheerful you always were, always greeting the staff enthusiastically, and always putting 100% into everything you did. He’d appreciate your hard-working nature, your strong work ethic inspiring him to work harder. He would admire your seemingly effortless beauty, from the way your smile seems to shine brighter than the sun, immediately lifting the atmosphere, and improving the mood of everyone around you. The way your hair would tumble down your shoulders, bouncing around as you walked along. The way your eyes would light up, a small sparkle dancing across your pupil when you danced or sang.

So, one day on his way into practice, he’d notice you humming along with your earphones in, your hair swinging around in a cute ponytail as you’d throw your bag down into a corner, sliding your jacket off your shoulders and you’d prep for a long day of practice. You’d quickly adjust your hair, only to look up and see Jin standing by the doorway, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips and you’d beckon him to come in.

“What, me?” Jin’s facial expression would contort into one of both surprise and curiosity, as you’d beckon him to come into the room. He’d tilt his head to the side, a little like a puppy, which would cause you to giggle and stroll up to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him in. His heart would flip inside his chest, a smile forming on his face as you would endearingly grin up at him.


Suga (Yoongi):

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(A/N: I’m sorry if this part came out crap, my brain basically fell asleep ;-;)

You would be a solo artist, one of the most charismatic and successful female rappers in this present age. You’d never fail to get the audience hyped at your performances, lights flashing as you’d jump around the stage, the audience roaring and dancing along, as you (pretty much) spit fire from your vocal chords, rapping at seemingly the speed of light. Yoongi would admire you since your debut, clearly impressed by your rapping prowess. 

On the other hand, you would also be an avid fan of Yoongi himself before you debuted. You’d admire his amazing song-writing skills, always listening intently to the lyrics of every song of his and of Bangtan’s. You would look up to him, and so your own style of rapping would have a lot of elements of Yoongi’s style also, from his flow to even how he shut down haters.

During a music show one day, you’d be preparing for your performance, which would be straight after BTS’ performance, staring intently up at the screen while make-up artists would rush around the room, make-up products lying everywhere. During Yoongi’s verse, a grin would creep up onto your face as you’d admire his sheer talent, feeling your body moving along to the beat. When their performance would finally end, and you’d move backstage, mentally preparing yourself to perform. As BTS would walk past, you’d bite your lip anxiously, debating whether to say anything or not. 

“Ah, Yoongi sunbae?” You’d call out, causing him to stop in his tracks, looking over at you curiously. “I was wondering if you had any tips for me before I went on stage?” You’d ask, as you fiddled with your hands behind your back. 

“Uh, sure,” Yoongi would smile, pretending like his heart wasn’t soaring in his chest. He’d feel so happy that you came to him for advice, not Rap Monster, not J-Hope, but him. “So, what you want to do is…”


J-Hope (Hoseok):

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Hoseok would grin down at his phone, his eyes skimming over the text you had sent him.

You: Hey is this Hoseok?

Hoseok: Yeah who is this?

You: Ah this is (Y/N)? From (Y/G/N)? I was wondering if you could help me with some choreography, knowing how amazing you are at dancing haha

“Ah, what should I do? What do I do?” Hoseok would pace around the room, trying to work out what to text back to seem cool. “Namjoon, what should I say to her?”

“Just tell her, yes, you’d love to help, and arrange a time and place,” Namjoon would laugh, shaking his head with a smirk. “Clearly she admires you, calm down and stop freaking out Hobi.”

He’d take a deep breath, before sending;

Hoseok: Ofc, I’d love to help, when do you wanna meet? ^^

“Phew,” you’d sigh in relief, your heart doing somersaults when you’d realise that you were actually going to meet him, one on one. While you could use some help with your choreography, this was also partly an excuse to spend some time with him, as you would admittedly have had growing feelings for him since the time you first met him.

You: Is Friday good? At around 12 maybe?

He wanted to help you, so why were you feeling so nervous?

Hoseok: Yeah thats perfect, see you then ;)

“Do you think the winky face was too much?” Hoseok would dramatically press his hand against his forehead, a long sigh escaping his lips.

Namjoon would simply hit him playfully, assuring him that everything was going to be fine.

Jimin:

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Jimin would stand in front of the mirror, practising what he would say to you, how he would act. He’d push his hair back, smirking in an attempt to look suave, but this charade would only last a few seconds before he’d scrunch his eyes up in embarrassment, giggling at himself, shaking his head.

“Are you still freaking out?” Yoongi would smirk, leaning against the door frame, holding his fist to his mouth as he’d try to suppress his laughter. 

“Hyung!” Jimin would whine, still giggling as he’d push Yoongi out the bathroom, brushing his fringe out of his eyes. He’d sigh, anxiously looking down at his phone, anticipating a text from you.

**

You’d pace around your dorm room, nervously chewing on your lip as you’d glance around at all the clothes scattered around. “What should I wear, Lisa? Casual? Or should I dress up? Heels or flats?” You’d wave about five different items of clothing in your best idol friend, Lisa’s face, as she’d step back, laughing as she’d wave her hands. “Aren’t you the one who asked him out, (Y/N)? Why are you freaking out so much?” She’d laugh.

“Girl,” you’d put your hands on your hips, looking at Lisa with an expression of disbelief. “Have you seen Park Jimin? Ah, he’s so…” Your lips would curl up in a smile at the thought of him, causing Lisa to hit your shoulder, laughing.

(A/N: That last paragraph is low-key how I feel about Jimin ;-; He’s been wrecking my bias list recently, I’m so sorry Tae ;-;)


V (Taehyung):

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Taehyung would look around when you’d approach him, looking a little like a lost puppy. “Is… she talking to me?” He’d ask, his mouth stretched into an O-shape as he realised it really was him you were addressing, despite all the idols sitting at the tables.

While he would be flattered that you’d chose to talk to him, he’d be a little confused as to why him, and not all the other handsome male idols in the room that most girls would kill to even make exchange greetings with. After all, you were one of the most popular female idols in the present age, known not only for your stunning visuals, but also for your amazing voice. So why him?

Despite this, once you took a seat next to him, a pretty smile on your face, he’d relax, and the two of you would hit it off almost immediately, talking about everything and anything, the conversation flowing from topic to topic effortlessly. 

Truth is, you wouldn’t have given much thought about all the others who’d approached you before, trying to act suave as they’d attempt to talk to you. You’d simply politely greet them, turning them down gently so as to not come off as rude. But when you’d see Taehyung sitting there, a rectangular smile on his face as he interacted with everyone in the most enthusiastic way, you wouldn’t be able to help the grin that would creep onto your face, tilting your head slightly as you watched.

You’d exchange numbers, giving him a hug before you walked off again, leaving a blush creeping up on his face while his group members would all simultaneously cheer for him, as he’d press his hands to his flushed cheeks.


Jungkook:

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Jungkook wouldn’t know what to do with himself when he’d see you walking towards him, especially as he’d glance around to see the slightly jealous expression on the faces of the other idols, who were also waiting backstage. He would have had growing feelings for you for a while now, but he wouldn’t know what to do, whether to approach you, or whether to just keep quiet about it, leaving his feelings to bottle up out of control.

You’d approach him, touching his shoulder as you’d greet him. He would open his mouth to say something, only to close his mouth again when he’d realise he had no idea what to say, or how to greet you. You’d giggle at his awkwardness, instead deciding to take lead of the conversation, talking about pretty much anything, from their comeback, to other idols you looked up to. He’d eventually begin to relax, a grin beginning to appear on his face as you’d talk. He’d finally join in with the conversation, laughing and chatting along. 

The other boys would glance over at him, some of them holding their hands to thier mouths, laughing yet surprised at the same time that Jeon Jungkook, out of all people, was actually holding a successful conversation with a girl for once without finding an excuse to run away.

“Wow, our Kookie has really grown up, huh?” The boys would comment in awe, as they stared at the two of you, deep in conversation.

prongsno  asked:

okay rhiannon i can't choose one so here and you can choose which inspires you c: 20, 49, 51, 54, 58 & 60 <333 ((because i can never make my mind up! choose whichever hehe))

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#58 “I was going to kiss him, but then my friend texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.”

Thank you Grace! I chose this one because I had an idea for it as soon as I read it and so… that’s what this is <3 I might make this a thing ?? like a series

modern + muggle au

“I was going to kiss him, but then Gemma texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.” Lily’s telling him this, aware that she sounds loopy, and she can’t help the blush on her cheeks but she’s also had a few glasses of wine, a few really meaning five, and really, it needs to be said. “So, anyway, I’m standing in front of this cashier guy and he really, really is cute. Like, textbook, chick flick, cute. Probably has a good shot at a career on Instagram. And he asks me what I want. And you know what I don’t want?” She pauses, doesn’t give him time to answer, takes another sip of the drink in her hand, drink meaning gin and tonic, and continues, “Him! I don’t want him! So, now I’ve bailed on my date to ask another guy out on a date and I go to ask this guy and I realise I don’t want to go on a date with him! He has to use a calculator to work out my change. I only paid with a fiver!” She throws her hands up and almost sends her glass flying and Sirius takes that as his cue to intervene. 

“Hey, Evans,” he says, stilling her hand, “breathing is a vital part of staying alive.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, wide eyes meaning eyes that can’t focus on one thing. “I’m breathing.”

“Good to know.” He slips her legs off his lap and stands, cracking his neck, before snatching her glass from her hand. He downs it before she can protest and just grins at her pout. “Everything in moderation.”

“Including sobriety.” Surprisingly, drink never seems to hinder Lily’s vocabulary. It just makes her sound like a character out of an American coming-of-age film. 

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SS/NH Perspectives

Consider the following: You develop a crush on a boy who is so cute, and handsome, and… wants to avenge the death of his entire family at the hands of his older brother. Okay, you think, you can handle this. Just as long as you stay by his side and support him in his endeavors, nothing bad can happen, right?

WRONG.

He gains a curse from a monstrous individual, displays murderous tendencies, as well as psychotic episodes, and goes as far as declaring siege to your entire village. He calls you “annoying,” knocks you unconscious to make his hasty escape after you open your heart and soul to him, and tries to kill you on a few occasions, leaving you for dead in others. No matter how many times you tell him you love him, he manages to rebuff you in rather cruel ways, not letting you realize that despite him probably meaning the exact opposite, there’s just something in him that doesn’t let him love the way you want him to.

He disappears for three years, and when he comes back, he is groomed into a cold, unfeeling killing machine. All he ever does is make you doubt yourself and cry, adding to your already terrible mental and emotional state from all the neglect at the hands of his indifference to your affections and pleas for him to stay, as a member of Konoha.

But, your luck’s about to change. After an arc of war, and him and your mutual best friend losing an arm, he finally gets the guts to apologize to you for everything he’s done. So what do you do?

Do you remember the three years you two were apart, with neither word nor any sort of indication of his health and safety? Do you remember his blasé and insincere reactions to your attention? The attempts on your life by him?

The attempts on the lives of your closest friends by him? The fact that he betrayed the village you both came from just to satisfy his appetite for vengeance, which, by the way, didn’t change anything except for whether or not his older brother breathed air for one more day?

Haha, no.

You just start crying for the umpteenth time and forgive him because you simply can’t stay mad at your precious childhood crush.

Forget the fact that you can blow boulders to smithereens and send anyone who crosses your path hundreds of feet in the air with one punch. Forget the fact that you’re well on your way to surpassing the Fifth Hokage in medical knowledge, chakra control, and the like, and are considered one of the most beautiful, intelligent, and accomplished kunoichi in all of the Six Great Nations. Forget the fact that you deserve the world for everything you’ve so selflessly done for so many people and can absolutely do so much better.

You just have to be with the basket-case who doesn’t know the concept of a decent haircut. What seals the deal is him poking you on the forehead the way his older brother used to do to him.

A brotherly gesture of affection is what wins your heart for good.

So you get married, become a housewife, and give birth to a child left wondering what her father is like for all twelve years of her life, until she decides she’s had enough and seeks him out for herself, since he’s made it his priority to constantly leave on missions far from home and hardly spend much time supporting his wife and daughter.

But wait! At the moment of their encounter, said husband doesn’t even recognize his own daughter due to being away for so long and tries to kill her!

Whoops! [cue sitcom laughter in the background]


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Not Dreaming  [ J.T ]

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Request: Hi there! Could you write a Jason x S/O where she’s a REALLY big Wonder Woman fan (she even has a WW tattoo) and Jason surprises her on her birthday by introducing her to Diana at the surprise party they’re throwing for her at Wayne Manor? Thank you so much!

Word Count: 827

Warnings: None 

A/N: Welp this may have turned out slightly different to what was requested my sincerest apologies. Also lol, I wrote this while I was supposed to be working on my art assessment oops. My requests are basically empty so do feel free to send some in for any Marvel or DC characters!

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Jason knew how much you loved Wonder Woman right from the moment he had seen the small tattoo on your ankle. It was barely visible, most of the time hidden by socks or shoes. But he had noticed it while you were sprawled across his couch, the first time he had invited you over. You spent the night talking randomly about anything and everything. To Jason’s amusement, you had explained just how much you really loved Wonder Woman.

So, after much pleading and convincing words, he managed to arrange something with Bruce. It was your birthday today and he wanted to make sure you had the best day of your life. What better way to do that than give you exactly what you wanted? Jason himself wasn’t a direct friend of the Princess of Themyscira but he did have ways to put together a meeting for you.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Jason mumbles, nuzzling his nose into your hair as he wraps his arms around you from behind. Your eyes trail over the room, your eyes falling on all of the decorations and the smiles on everyone’s faces. Even Damian had let a small grin fall onto his face as he and everyone had yelled ‘surprise’ the second you had opened the door. It warmed your heart that they had all participated in your birthday.

When your eyes landed on the woman sitting with a smile beside Bruce you were pretty damn sure you were going to lose it. You froze, your eyebrows raising and your eyes widening as your jaw dropped to the floor. She was right there, dressed in remnants of her armor as her eyes locked with yours.

“Jason,” You mumble, “Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he gently pushes you towards her and Bruce who sends you a quick nod and smile. Jason remains in the same place as he was before as he watched you shakily greeted your idol.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N,” She says, her voice strong and authoritative yet still kind and welcoming. You thank her, taking a seat as she pats the space beside her. Alfred offers you a drink which you thankfully take in your hand, sighing as you swallowed the sweet juice. He could tell the sugar was much needed.

The boys watch as you converse with Diana as if you’d been friends for years. Jason feels a sense of pride swell in his chest as he can’t help but take note of how beautiful you looked under the angle of light. Bruce places a hand on his shoulder, smiling at the loving gaze that he had directed towards you with caring eyes. He was so happy that Jason had found you and he knew that despite the things he may have done, Jason deserved an amazing girl like you.

Your knee bounces excitedly as you talk, your eyes snapping to Jason’s once you finish your sentence. Thanking Diana, you excuse yourself for a moment, quickly beginning to make your way over. Jason notices the glee in your walk, the smile on your face adding to the light of the room. There was nothing more rewarding to him than how happy you are in this moment.
“Did you do this, Jay?” You ask once you’re by his side. He takes your hand in his, nodding as he gently caresses the back of it with his thumb.

“I thought a surprise party would make you happy,” Your eyes start to water with sudden happiness. You curse yourself for crying but you couldn’t help how happy your boyfriend made you. He notices the wetness of your eyes. “And it did make you happy, right? It didn’t upset–”

“Of course it made me happy, silly!” You laugh, throwing yourself into his strong arms, his strong scent causing you to nuzzle yourself further into him. You hear Diana call your name, eager to continue the conversation where you left off. It was obvious that the two of you got along amazingly and every one of the boys knew that Diana would be stopping by more often. You reminded her of her home and childhood. You reminded her of herself.

“Make sure to thank the other boys and Bruce for me, yeah? I already did myself but–” You cut yourself off, grinning and shaking your head. Your eyes make contact with his. “I love you, Jay. Thank you.”

“I love you too,” He smiles, gently pulling away from your embrace as he nods towards Diana. “Go spend time with Diana, she’s calling you. Enjoy yourself, yeah?”

“I’m actually speaking to Wonder Woman!” You giggle, reaching up and placing a light kiss to Jason’s cheek before running back to take your seat beside Diana. Jason just smiles as he watches you, his hands shoved into his pockets and his fingers fiddling with the small ring that he intended to have on your finger by the end of the night.

Let Go // Dolan Twins

Summary: After years of being together Ethan puts together something incredibly beautiful and luckily making a video for Gray to react to. Now you get to start the rest of your lives together with Gray tagging on also because what’s Ethan without his twin? They’re a package deal no matter which one you’re engaged to.

Characters: Ethan Dolan x Reader, Grayson Dolan, Lisa Dolan, Sean Dolan and Cameron Dolan

Words: 5043

Disclaimer: I do not own YouTube, images or songs used in this. Song is ‘You Can Let Go’ by Crystal Shawanda.

Warnings: Possible swearing, major fluff, mention of hearattack and sad Grayson  

Author: Caitsy

Tagged: At the bottom

A/N: Sorry for not posting! It’s been hectic with uni ending next month and I’ve been writing this for so long. We’ve posted but it’s not showing up in the tags sadly.

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If you were a little girl and you were asked the question of who you would marry you would have answered differently from now because you weren’t a child anymore wishing for things that can’t happen. You were nineteen years old and your boyfriend Ethan had switched your promise ring with an engagement ring with a small vintage theme. You weren’t going to wait until you were twenty-eight to plan a wedding because you were just as in love as you would be ten years from now.

Ethan hadn’t taken you out to a fancy restaurant where you would have to act like someone else because your laughs were too loud. He didn’t hide the ring in the food despite the obvious problem of choking on it by accident. He didn’t make you do a scavenger hunt either because you guys weren’t basic and fought against the stereotypical clichés. He had done something unique and very him instead with no help because he wanted it to be special. You had accompanied him to his childhood home for his older sister Cameron’s birthday. It was both a surprise to you and everyone else because only him and your Dad knew about it.

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Can I have S/O teaching the girls how to dance? What kind of dancing would the teach them? (PS: Love you guys!)

Well…as soon as we got this the other mods screamed at me to take it, and if that doesn’t sum up my love for dance, I don’t know what does.

Maki Harukawa

  • You don’t know what to teach her at all.
  • She’s athletic, and her body is gorgeous, but you don’t know if she has the patience or willingness to listen to you instruct her how to move.
  • For the joke of it all, you decide to ask her to listen to you teach her flamenco, knowing that she would likely disagree .
  • Though, when you prompt her with the idea, she stares at you and to your utter disbelief, tells you that she is willing to do so .
  • You flush at the idea of her moving in such a hip, fluid way and agree, setting up a time to meet with her.
  • She picks up the arm and wrist movements quickly, and doesn’t seem to put much effort into it at first.
  • Once you get to the hip movements, she blushes and immediately excuses herself for a moment.
  • She eventually gets the hang of it, though she doesn’t seem that into it from what you’ve seen.
  • But when you turn your back on her, and discreetly watch her, you see that she’ll perform it full out, getting extremely into the movements when you are not watching.
  • You feel yourself heat up at this, and laugh before turning around, getting a kick out of her shocked expression and her denial that she was not just dancing.
  • You spend the rest of the day catching her in these little moments, before her finally opening up and doing the routine to the best of her ability.

Kirumi Toujou

  • Surely you would believe that such an elegant and mature woman would be suited with a style that would fit those tastes.
  • So, you decide on ballet as a good way to start, envisioning how beautiful she would be dancing in such a timeless, elevated form of movement.
  • Besides, you can just imagine those long legs extending into a développé and you guiding her foot into a dégagé.
  • Alright, so maybe you are just a tad bit envious of her figure, and just a little attracted to the beauty she possesses.
  • And so, you invite her to a studio, and set her up with a gloved hand resting daintily against the barre.
  • You go off in a small rant about the art, in which she listens to politely with a couple nods of her head, and a smile.
  • Though on the inside, she is likely freaking out, if only a tad.
  • Frappé, fouetté, coupé, cambré, cabriole, battement, adagio, assemblé, attitude?? Pas de chat?? Passé? Penché? What does all this terminology you’re saying mean?
  • You reassure her gently that you’ll go slow, and teach her how to do everything correctly.
  • Then, you need to warn her that it takes /forever/ to be able to master the /simplest/ of movements, which she assures you is alright if it makes you happy.
  • She flushes pink every time you have to grab her hips to center them, or run your hand along her spine to help her straighten her posture and tuck everything correctly.
  • She’s a smart and quick learner, and she seems to enjoy the entire experience, despite it being mostly barre and slow waltzes and such.
  • She asks you to teach her again sometime, which you are happy to agree to!

Angie Yonaga

  • You have a bit of difficulty deciding on what to teach her.
  • She could never stay still enough for tap or ballet with her boundless energy and happy, overbearing attitude.
  • It takes you a bit, but you decide that such a creative soul needs a canvas that can be twisted into any style she pleases, so you decide on a contemporary/modern mix.
  • Until it hits you
  • Contact improv
  • She’s fascinated by humanity has been gifted with such a fine body that can be used as a vessel for blessing and pure hope.
  • So why not let her appreciate it through movement with another person, and let her express God’s love and emotions with another person?
  • Plus, it’s an opportunity for you to directly dance with your cute girlfriend
  • You ask her to come dance with you and she is simply overjoyed, and won’t leave your side until you’ve gone outside to move in the warm, bright sun.
  • You warm her up, helping her stretch her limbs to the sky, before taking her hands in yours, beginning to explain exactly what you brought her out here for.
  • Her expression only lights up in delight before she wraps you in a bear hug, asking if that it sufficient enough for contact improv.
  • You chuckle and say yes as you pat her head, before swooping the lighter girl into a bridal carry and placing her softly on the ground.
  • The two of you continue to interact with one another and simply just dance with the other, using the other’s limbs to inspire movement in your own.
  • She has a fantastic time, and tells you that you should help her express her God’s will through pure, blissful movement again sometime.

Kaede Akamatsu

  • You decide that ballroom would be the best for her
  • As a bonus, you could try to teach a routine that goes along to one of her own songs!
  • When you tell her this, she blushes, and asks if she has to dress up in fancy garb, in which you laugh and insist that she doesn’t.
  • You ask her to meet up with you one evening, and takes her hands, beginning to walk her through the steps.
  • You think she has the basics of it, yet you find it amusing as her blush deepens whenever you take her by the waist.
  • When you turn on her music and start choreographing to it, her face is an unexplainable mixture of shock, excitement and joy, and she seems to have newfound energy in her movements.
  • You switch roles occasionally, and at one point, she tries to lead you in the waltz.
  • Her movements are clumsy, and when she dips you, she drops you on the floor.
  • She apologizes endlessly after that, nearly crying, and you laugh and constantly tell her that it’s alright.
  • You two have a good time, and the evening ends with her kissing you and giving you a crushing hug.

                  Miu Iruma

                  • When you propose the idea, she snorts, saying that she could build a machine to teach herself choreography.
                  • But as soon as she sees the look on your face after that, she begins to yet up and apologizes, and agrees to letting you teach her whatever you want
                  • You begin to walk her through a warm-up, deciding to go through with some classic jazz, before she stops with with a delighted look on her face.
                  • She asks you to teach her how to pole dance.
                  • You’re caught off guard by her request, a blush already covering your face at the mere thought of it.
                  • But she seems too happy, and she already promises that she has something set up for it.
                  • You reluctantly agree, and she meets up with you, pole in place, and urges you to begin.
                  • You walk her through a few legitimate movements, mustering enough abdominal strength to show her one flashy move.
                  • She copies them, which makes you melt in a puddle of embarrassment, before she cracks you a cheeky grin and begins to take over herself.
                  • She cackles as she places a hand on the pole and spins around, taking amusement in your embarrassment.
                  • It is an eventful night, to say the least.

                  Himiko Yumeno

                  • You find that tap dance may fit someone like her, for it can be quite extravagant, yet simple, at the same time.
                  • You dig out an old, smaller pair of tap shoes and dust them off before inviting her to come with you.
                  • You help her tie them before walking her through a couple steps, taking the basic, slow approach.
                  • Brush steps, shuffles, buffalos, paradiddle.
                  • They may sound simple, but she’s quite proud of herself for being able to catch on, even if her movements lack a bit of energy.
                  • She likes making noise, and begins to wear the tap shoes you gifted her around the house.
                  • She also tells you that she’s happy that you taught her, and that she’ll have to try these techniques in her next show

                                Tsumugi Shirogane

                                • She’s super willing to do whatever you teach her!
                                • She does have a request though.
                                • She consults you with a tablet and shows you a bunch of videos of anime characters dancing, and completely begs you to teach her the movements that her idols perform.
                                • You’re not sure on how to exactly do so, but who can say no to those puppy dog eyes?
                                • You ask her to consult you later, and you try your best to learn the movements for her.
                                • You meet up after a little while and she seems super stoked! You’re going to help her become like her idols!
                                • She’s quite energetic, for she’s dedicated to learning, and surprisingly picks it up rather quickly.
                                • She seems extremely happy when moving and dancing, and is always ready to show you that she can do it by herself with pride in her voice.
                                • She also tries dancing with cosplay! It’s quite cute.
                                • Just like the animes

                                Tenko Chabashira

                                • She’s active, lively, and a good learner. The perfect candidate for teaching!
                                • When you propose the idea of teaching her something, she flushes red, and bows to you, saying that she is honored that you would trust her with your teachings.
                                • She grew up learning defensive movement from a master, and has shaped her whole entire life around being taught by those she held in high lights.
                                • So the fact that you want to teach her something you love inspires joy in her, and excites her greatly.
                                • You decide that capoeira would be right for her, for she would be familiar with some of the movements all ready.
                                • After all, it is a mix between dance, martial arts and acrobatics, and is lively and fun!
                                • Besides, she already has the strength required for it!
                                • She invites you to her dojo, for it is safer, and waits, practically trembling with excitement.
                                • You show her the first few steps of the routine, which she copies near-effortlessly, her mind already trained to picking up and repeating movement
                                • You teach her a few movements, in which she takes in and adds little things to make them their own, and’ll proudly show you them each time you pause, eager for your approval.
                                • The night ends with her thanking you endlessly for sharing something you love with her!
                                16 Days of Outlander - Day #1 Sassenach

                                So excited to have an excuse to rewatch Season 1 all the way through (I realized that I’ve watched the first eight episodes way more times than the second eight, despite the fact that I only watched the first eight for the first time the day before the second half of Season 1 started airing). 

                                Fair warning: I’ve been trying my hand at screen caps to go with the posts for this 16 Days of Outlander. 

                                Anyway, onto my favorites for 01x01 Sassenach.

                                Favorite performance: Caitriona Balfe. From the beginning of the episode through the end, she has so much to do to carry and establish the story and not just for the episode, but for the series. What gets me every time is the scene below when she learns the war is over. Everyone else is celebrating and while I wouldn’t say she’s disappointed - she’s far too compassionate for that - she does immediately look lost. Having just come from that horrible leg injury, there’s clearly still work to be done but when her friend tells her “it’s over” I can’t help feeling that there’s a little bit of Claire that feels like her usefulness is already slipping away. To convey such depth right off the bat in the episode floors me every time. 

                                Favorite Claire and Frank Moment: Jumping on the bed. There are little glimpses of the marriage Claire and Frank used to have (few and far between, though they may be) but those glimpses show enough of what they’re both trying/hoping so hard to recapture - namely the levity they felt before five years of war - that I can’t help loving this little moment. It’s clearly going to take work if they are going to have any chance of succeeding - I mean, immediately after getting into their room, Frank just takes out a book and starts reading. It shows a little better the balance/dynamic they once had. Claire helping Frank not to be too serious all the time; Frank helping rein in some of Claire’s wilder tendencies. It isn’t as great a balance as she will have with Jamie but it probably worked better for Claire and Frank before the war changed them so much as individuals.

                                Favorite Location: Reverend Wakefield’s library/study. I mean just look at it! That fireplace, that window, how open and light it is. I would love to have a room like that to work and play in - it’s got plenty of room for both. Totally personal taste on my part but just… love it, want it, don’t care that we hardly spend any time there this episode (and can’t wait till we get another look at it later).

                                Favorite Minor Character: Mrs. Graham. In working on my Jamie through the stones fic, I’ve gotten very attached to Mrs. Graham as a character. I also love Claire’s surprise when she realizes that Mrs. Graham is one of the “druids” dancing at Craigh na Dun. She’s just one of those characters I really wish we could have more time with in the series as a whole. 

                                Favorite Scene, Favorite Book-to-Screen Adaptation Moment: Frank’s encounter with Jamie’s ghost. One scene, two favorites. This is the scene I go back to and rewatch over and over and over. The lighting, the perspective, the sound mixing/editing… I just love everything about this scene. And it’s a scene I’ve enjoyed analyzing so much in the book. That you can see Frank watching Jamie watching Claire: Frank’s attention on Jamie and the fact that he is watching his [Frank’s] wife; Jamie’s complete absorption in watching Claire fighting with the curls he loves to much. The haunting way he just vanishes when Frank turns and the lightning illuminating Frank briefly before all the power in the square goes out just emphasizes the significance of that moment so subtly and so well.

                                Favorite Costume: Claire’s night gown. I’m not a huge fan of the 1940′s costumes - I find the 18th century costumes more impressive but we don’t see too many of them this episode. This costume is also one of the most “traditionally” feminine costumes Claire wears. A lot of her 1940′s dresses have sleek lines but this flows and billows. 

                                Favorite Music Moment: Claire gets shot at (Fallen Through Time on Volume 1 of the Outlander Soundtrack). I am addicted to television and film scores and the music for Outlander is definitely up there on my list of all time favorites (seriously, at least a third of my iPod is instrumentals from soundtracks - about 2 days worth of music). The transition in this scene as Claire stumbles around the woods trying to figure out what just happened to being shot at by the Red Coats is perfected by the shift in the music from quiet and innocuous to loud and raucous (courtesy of some amazing bagpipes and drums/bodhran). 

                                Favorite Jamie and Claire Moment: Cocknammon Rock. It’s after they’ve been riding for a while - Claire has already fixed his shoulder which has earned her a few points with Jamie - and when she mentions the Red Coats’ preference for Cocknammon Rock as an ambush point, Jamie doesn’t hesitate to believe and trust her word. He alerts Dougal immediately and when Dougal basically asks, “are you sure?” Jamie takes one look and Claire and asserts, “yeah, he’s sure.” Then Dougal gives the order and Jamie promptly dumps Claire off the horse and breaks free of the belt she used to bind his arm to his side. 

                                Favorite Line, Favorite “This wasn’t in the book” Part: “On your horse soldier.” Another two-fer. I love this line that wasn’t in the book, so much so, it’s my favorite in the episode. Seeing Claire in action at the beginning of the episode when the war ended balances nicely with this line (and scene of her healing in action) at the end. They’re scenes when her mask/facade drops completely - no polite smiles or wary/guarded looks, just Claire at her most competent. The scene passes from Claire cursing at Jamie in frustration through the more somber and serious hint from Jamie about just how dangerous BJR is and ending it with this more light-hearted, mildly affectionate, but respectful note adds to the understanding that has begun to develop between Jamie and Claire. 

                                Favorite Performance Honorable Mention: Sam Heughan. Claire may not be consciously aware of Jamie’s feelings for her for a while but his falling for her occurs hard and fast - both on the page and on the screen. The ability to capture in that one glance what I tend to think of as Jamie’s enlightenment about his feelings, could not have been easy but there it is, broadcast for all to see. Jamie is entirely hers in that single moment by the roadside as she curses him for being too stubborn to admit he was hurt and needed help (basically, Jamie in a nutshell). 

                                Langya Shipping Wars

                                I was talking to @gixininja about how I was expecting the NIF promptfest fill for “Meng Zhi and Mu Qing, captains of the MCS/JY and MCS/NH ships respectively” to be crack, because that’s how my mind rolls.

                                And then I kept thinking about it. (Fest is over, not exactly a fill, but this is allowed, right? :’D)


                                Mu Qing has kind of low-key wanted for MCS/NH to happen from the beginning, basically as soon as he begins to suspect that Nihuang is into Changsu. (Because for Mu Qing, his beloved sister should always get what she wants.) So when he hears that MCS is looking to buy a property, he thinks “CHANSU!” and promptly drags MCS out to view all the available properties within walking distance of the Mu Residence. (Because it seems to him that you can never have too little exposure, when it comes to fanning the budding flames of love into PASSION INFERNO.) 

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                                anonymous asked:

                                If I may. Would you explain why you have an issue with the Catwoman murder thing? Honestly would like your take and reasoning as to me it makes sense as she's always going between the two sides of the law.

                                I was debating whether or not I was going to answer this because I really, really, really don’t want to talk about this anymore. Talking about DC Comics brings so much negativity to this blog and I just want to move onto the part where I spend the rest of my life forgetting this ever happened and ignoring the struggle bus that is DC Comics. But since I keep getting asked and this is all I can do to stop myself from rage crying on behalf of Catwoman’s good name fine. But this is the last time. Since I’m not really expecting anyone to read this in its entirety a couple of things:

                                1) This is a blog about a ship. This is not the appropriate forum for philosophical debates on whether terrorists who kill children have a right to live so don’t bother hitting up my inbox to tell me whether or not you think Catwoman’s murders were justified. I won’t respond to it. I won’t even read it. It will be deleted. 

                                2) Don’t even think about @-ing me to bring up Hydra Cap to justify or excuse what’s happened to Catwoman. Publicity stunt or not Hydra Cap was offensive, disrespectful to his creators, and a perversion of his character. 

                                The idea that making Catwoman a serial killer is okay because “she’s always going between two sides of the law” makes absolutely no sense. I’m okay with making changes to and modernizing characters but I believe wholeheartedly they the should retain their most principle chacteristics that make them recognizably themselves. Catwoman had never been a malicious killer. It goes against everything she’s ever stood for. How do we know this? Through her repeated thoughts, actions, and all those times she point blank said “I don’t kill people.”

                                Even in her earliest appearances she indicates that she values human life.

                                Catwoman is an anti hero, no doubt about that, but she has always cared about women, children, the poor, and otherwise disenfranchised. This has never entailed alternating between saving lives and murdering literally hundreds of people. That implies that Catwoman has no moral standards whatsoever. Tom King revealing that Catwoman murdered a comedically high number of people because they were part of some terrorist organization that attacked an orphanage is such weak sauce. King knows this is out of character for Catwoman and is trying to come up with an excuse to try to justify it. Catwoman has even saved the Joker’s worthless life.

                                I’m going to borrow the words from Brandon Mulholand at batmannews.com who articulated the problem with this perfectly:

                                Perhaps King is hoping to justify her transgression by illuminating that her victims were terrorists that deserved it because they killed little kids. While that is some seriously ghastly stuff, and I’m not questioning whether or not someone who kills kids has the right to live or not, I find it beyond annoying that King would decide to tack that kind of history onto a beloved character like Catwoman.

                                It messes with the character.  He isn’t putting himself into the character and having them react the way they would to a given situation. He’s making them react the way he wants them to so that he can tell the story he wants.  And that is so not cool with me.

                                Killing anyone because they killed children, as gruesome as that is, is not something that would drive Catwoman to kill. Catwoman spared lives of the many people who threatened her own infant daughter’s life. 

                                Furthermore Catwoman is shown to be extremely vindictive when wronged and has extracted her vengeance a number of different ways over the years. This has never included killing anyone. Even when Catwoman killed Black Mask it wasn’t for revenge. He killed her brother in law, tortured her sister into catatonia, brutalized her loved ones, and beat Stephanie Brown to death. This went on for years, but Catwoman killing Black Mask had nothing to do with revenge. She believed that she would be protecting lives by killing him and did what she thought was the most right thing given the situation.

                                Comparing the story of how Catwoman came to kill Black Mask to the nonsense Tom King invented for the convenience of his story makes the whole thing worse. The story of Catwoman and Black Mask was constructed over several years by multiple writers that contributed a layer of complexity to the story. It wasn’t something and she was happy or unphased by like she was in King’s story. It took years for the tension between them to build enough and unrelenting attacks on her, her loved ones, and other innocent people before Catwoman decided to kill Black Mask. Catwoman agonized over whether she should do it and worried about how it would change her. We don’t get any of that from Tom King. We don’t get to see Catwoman’s thought process: we were just flippantly told about it in a story that’s not even her’s. At the very least it’s a piss poor way of constructing a story.

                                To me Catwoman has always been a fun character. By that I mean she’s doesn’t get bogged down with grimdark. I think there’s something really inspiring about the fact that despite having suffered through more unimaginable tragedies than any person should Catwoman was never defined it. She overcame it and it made her a stronger person. Look at the radically different ways that Batman and Catwoman have responded to their trauma. Batman is completely defined by it. He spends his nights dressed as a bat, karate chopping bad guys because he can’t get past it. Catwoman doesn’t really look back the way that he does. She stills allows herself to be happy and is still a generally joyful character. I think seeing the way she’s able to process and recover inspires Batman that maybe he can too and have a happier, brighter future. That bit about Catwoman wishing that Batman would lose hope so that they could be together added insult to injury.

                                Making Catwoman a serial killer will completely define her. The thing that separated her from the other Rogues was her lack of propensity for violence. This will never make me able to see the character the same way. Instead of a being flawed but good natured and fun I’ll always see her as someone with something dark and sinister inside of her. Instead of seeing someone who has the strength to overcome any hardship that’s thrown her way I’ll see her someone who buckles to carnal blood lust and in her own words slit the throats of hundreds of people and those were the lucky ones, and that takes away so much of my ability to enjoy the character.

                                You know why Batman doesn’t kill people? It’s not just about laws and justice: it’s about human decency. Again going to borrow a quote:

                                Batman needs to prove that it is not just laws that keep us in line, but basic human decency and our natural instinct NOT to kill. If Batman can prove this, then others will be inspired by his example (the citizens of Gotham, but again, also the readers), just as we are all inspired every day to keep civilization running smoothly and not descend into violence, anarchy, and chaos. This ability to be decent in the face of the horrors and temptations present all around us is humanity’s superpower, the superpower of each of us. The struggle of Batman and the Joker is the internal struggle of each of us. But we are inspired by Batman’s example, not the Joker’s, because Batman always wins the argument, because he has not killed the Joker.

                                One of the most paramount things that Catwoman provides to the Batman universe is a more nuanced understanding of morality. She’s by far the most benign of the Rogues and although she’s an unapologetic criminal the fact that she cares about people and always does the right thing when it really matters provides Batman with a less black and white understanding of right and wrong. This makes him a better crime fighter and defender of justice. This can only be accomplished if Catwoman remains a generally nonviolent character. Now that Catwoman has this absurdly high kill count that cannot be said. She’s now just another Rogue. She can kill as indiscriminately as she wants and it wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference. Arguing that it’s somehow okay because Catwoman kills subjectively deserving people is a weak argument. It’s lazy storytelling. There’s no depth. It takes the complexity and conflict out of the story. Why not have Catwoman just kill the Joker then? What’s another kill when she has a 200+ body count. Likewise having Batman seeming to not care that Catwoman is a serial killer when going to her for help is an affront to his character.

                                What is the narrative value of this? What was King trying to accomplish? What is this contributing to the story or the character? This arc is supposed to setting up Justice League vs. Suicide Squad so what does Catwoman being a serial killer have anything to do with that? It takes away so much from the character and King doesn’t have a good enough reason for doing so.

                                Am I overreacting? If I am it’s because my patience and goodwill towards DC Comics expired a long time ago. I know how comic books work. I know King could explain this away or reveal that Catwoman was innocent the entire time due to some ridiculous circumstances later on. Even if he doesn’t writers have had no problem ret-conning problematic material written by other writers no matter how long it had been considered canon. This very well may not be permanent, but I’ve had more than enough shock value and gimmicks to last me a lifetime and would very much like to get to actually good stories with strong characterization but I guess that’s asking for too much. 

                                tldr: It’s a complete abomination.

                                Once Upon A time

                                Pairing: Fem!Phan (Cinderella!Dan/Princess!Phil)

                                Summary: Dan spends a magical night falling in love with Phil, who neglects to mention she is actually Princess Fiona. You know how the story goes from there. 

                                Notes: A simple fem!Phan Cinderella AU, because I’ve been wanting to writing fem!Phan for a while now. I’m posting this late on February 13th because this is also my submission for phandom valentines.

                                (Let me know if you notice any mistakes- it was hard to remember to use female pronouns the whole time so I might have slipped up.)

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                                Love Actually (UK, USA, 2003)

                                Predictions: Is there anyone who has not seen this movie?? If you have not seen this movie, GET OUT NOW and go watch this movie. We had obviously seen this movie about a million times, so we had no predictions.

                                Plot: Ah, Love Actually. The movie that began this questionable trend of holiday-themed movies with way too many characters who all know each other in different ways. Thankfully, though, it’s not called Christmas, or Christmas Day, or Six Weeks Leading Up To Christmas. Starring every British actor you’ve ever heard of, Love Actually is about the idea that love is all around. Gross, right? No, it’s super charming, shut up.

                                In order of appearance: Bill Nighy is a washed-up pop star who makes a comeback by adapting one of his greatest hits and turning it into a cheesy Christmas single. He realizes that, more than fame or sex or whatever, his greatest love is actually his best friend, his manager. Colin Firth is a cuckolded writer who runs away to France and meets a Portuguese girl there. They fall in love, despite not speaking the same language, and he eventually goes to…France? Portugal? to…propose???? Liam Neeson is the widowed stepfather of 11-year-old Thomas Sangster, who has fallen in love with one of his classmates. He wins her heart by…learning to play the drums? with Liam Neeson’s support, and Liam Neeson meets Claudia Schiffer, to boot.

                                New paragraph – too many storylines! Emma Thompson and Alan Rickman are married, but then his eye wanders to his weirdly sexually aggressive secretary (WHY ARE YOU HITTING ON HIM, LADY???? HE IS MARRIED, AND ALSO OLD), but then Alan Rickman regrets his choices, as well he should. Kris Marshall, a creeper weirdo, announces to his friend that it’s not him, it’s England, and American girls would love him, due to his British accent. Sadly, he…is not mistaken???? Martin Freeman and Joanna Page meet as naked stand-ins and fall in love. Chiwetel Ejiofor marries Keira Knightley, but then Andrew Lincoln, his best friend, inexplicably confesses his love for her also???????? Like, not in a predatory way, but still, seems SUPER WEIRD. YOU ARE A WEIRD BEST FRIEND.

                                Last but not least, newly-appointed Prime Minister Hugh Grant gets together with some girl who works for him (after some obligatory shenanigans; they’re pretty cute), and Laura Linney gives up Rodrigo Santoro to be with her mentally-ill brother on Christmas. Ah, the holidays. Isn’t love grand? This movie is so much more delightful than all the movies that came after it. It is R-rated, so more risqué than any of them, and yet SOMEHOW MORE CLASSY???? Much more classy. Maybe it’s because it’s half-British. ;)

                                Also, RIP Alan Rickman, the classiest of us all (in real life; sadly not so much in this movie). We will miss your eyebrows.

                                Best Scene: At one point, would-be cheater cheater pumpkin eater Alan Rickman is trying to purchase a necklace for his secretary (!!!! NO. DON’T DO IT, ALAN RICKMAN) and has the misfortune of being helped by salesperson Rowan Atkinson. Rowan Atkinson spends basically a year wrapping the gift, and it is marvelous. Everything he does is a Christmas miracle, not to mention the look on Alan Rickman’s face at every additional frill. Runner-up: Prime Minister Hugh Grant and his door-to-door search for his hopefully-girlfriend.

                                Worst Scene: When Kris Marshall arrives in Wisconsin, and Wisconsin debases itself in the form of FOUR HOT GIRLS who, for some reason, share ONE BED and are eager to bring this British stranger into it. Not that we mind seeing surprise!Elisha Cuthbert and her hot friends, but like…what is even happening here???? Was Richard Curtis writing a porno, but then lost his funding, and thought, well, God, I’d hate to waste this amazing scene I already wrote?!

                                Best Line: This entire film is VERY funny and touching, so it’s hard to pick just one line, or even three or four. Everything that comes out of Emma Thompson’s mouth is amazing. Colin Firth’s bilingual interactions with Lúcia Moniz are very funny. Prime Minister Hugh Grant is exactly as you would imagine.

                                Worst Line: Probably something that either Kris Marshall or one of his new American lady friends says, because why.

                                Highlights of the Watching Experience: So, like, if Keira Knightley turned up at your door, asking to see the wedding video that you obviously shot but equally obviously can never show her, maybe you could (1) shut the door in her face because she turned up unexpectedly and WHO DOES THAT except a MONSTER or (2) make a babbling excuse and immediately throw the VHS out the window. Things we would not do: let her watch it and make our relationship even weirder than it was. Other things we would not do: later appear at HER door unexpectedly (!!!!), ask her to lie to her husband slash our best friend, play a recording of NOT CAROLERS (this CD = obviously accompanied), and then confess our unwanted and unsolicited love. Garbage friend. Garbage story.

                                How Many POC in the Film: A few supporting characters – Chiwetel Ejiofor, Abdul Salis (Kris Marshall’s friend), Olivia Olson (Thomas Sangster’s love interest) and her mom, and Prime Minister Hugh Grant’s…secretary? chief of staff?? Some important lady who works at Downing Street. Also, a whole bunch of background people. This movie did an okay job, POC-wise.

                                Alternate Scenes: Every time we watch this movie, we hope that somehow this will be the time that the movie is different and Alan Rickman just gives Emma Thompson the goddamn necklace instead of ruining their life together. It’s so easy not to cheat on people, guys. Just, why.

                                Was the Poster Better or Worse than the Film: Worse. The poster says, “Merry Christmas! Here is my gift to you – the faces of 10 white famous people, coming to murder you tonight.” Whereas the movie, of course, is delightful.

                                Score: 9.5 out of 10 Christmas-is-all-around-us smooches. We would, however, like to qualify that it’s EXTREMELY HARD (as we’ve now seen many times, to our chagrin) to make a movie perfect, or even any good at all, that has this many characters and storylines. While there are certain things we might change, overall, we both deeply enjoy this movie and find it impressively put together.

                                Ranking: 2, out of the 56 movies we’ve seen so far.

                                anonymous asked:

                                I just watched Anthony's draw my life, and almost at the end he says that Kalel used him. First I thought he was right, but then I read Kalel' tweet, and it kinda made me look at Anthony in another way. I believe what Kalel is true, and I just wanted to know what "side" you are on in this thing

                                Reference to this response.

                                You guys can believe what you want, I don’t really care… but let an “old” Smosher give her two cents on the situation.

                                Anthony is not lying. I started watching Anthony and Kalel’s public vlogs in June of 2014 and watched them all the way until the end. During that short amount of time, I watched her closely. I loved her at first, but then I started to notice things about her. One of the things was that she was… spoiled. V.E.R.Y spoiled. Every day she would always have something new and useless to brag about ranging from clothes, makeup, some new vegan-friendly thing, her new hair color (despite her getting it colored the week previously), nails, etc. I mean it was EVERY day out of her. She even went as far as to enroll into an art school to study fashion for only a month wasting over $10,000.00 USD. She claims to be compassionate and kind yet wasted over 10 thousand dollars just to say that she was in college for a month. She was always spending money somehow someway whether she was needed or not… Always. This wasn’t the only thing I noticed, though. I noticed that whenever Anthony was around her, he would act tense and (as he stated) would seek her approval for various things. I WATCHED her control and manipulate Anthony right before my eyes. They’d be out shopping and he’d pick up something and say “I think I’m gonna get this. What do you think?” He shouldn’t have had to seek her approval for things considering that it was HIS MONEY that HE EARNED from his OWN BRAND! If she said that she didn’t really like it, he’d put it back and agree with her even though he seemed like he really wanted it.

                                Kalel KNOWS how to manipulate people without you even noticing that you’ve been manipulated. Just look at how long Anthony was with her despite how different they both were in nearly EVERYTHING. Kalel knows how to make herself the victim and by doing this, she makes you feel sorry for her. That’s HOW she manipulates you. When you feel bad for her or empathize with her, you are most likely to take her side whether what she’s saying is true or not. Why do you think she has so many mindless followers who cannot even comprehend ONE bad thing that Kalel has done despite the evidence. I also want to remind you guys that SHE was the one who threw a temper tantrum when she figured out that Anthony unfollowed her, going as far to even call him a bitch. Kalel’s “truth” was very predictable for someone like her because she recycles the same meaningless statements. “I’m so heartbroken,” “I’m shocked,” etc, etc. It’s the same thing she always writes in all of her “boo hoo” speeches.

                                And last, but not least, we have proof that Kalel lies, uses, causes drama, and manipulates… but where’s Anthony’s proof that he’s everything Kalel accused him of? You won’t find it. Not even in the past vlogs. Anthony’s a VERY humble guy and he has NEVER shown any of the signs of arrogance that Kalel talked about. She said that Anthony did all of this to cause drama when Anthony didn’t even say her name in his DML. I mean, think about it. If Kalel would’ve never said anything, the hurtful things that Kalel saw on her Twitter feed wouldn’t have been said in the first place and people would’ve just forgotten about this whole thing. True, a lot of people would’ve known that it was Kalel that Anthony was talking about, but it wouldn’t have gotten the attention it is getting now. She’s brought all this on herself. Most of us see right through Kalel’s facade, but there are some people out there who do fall for her pitiful excuses and if you do, that’s fine… but I ask you to at least look at the overwhelming evidence before you feel sorry for someone that brings the “overwhelming” and “upsetting” drama on herself.
                                __________

                                UPDATE

                                It has been brought to my attention that Kalel has “@” Anthony a bunch of times with nothing but bullshit (read from bottom to top).

                                She says to “leave the past in the past” yet she’s doing the EXACT OPPOSITE. She’s made two tweets, a WHOLE ENTIRE BULLSHIT TEXT POST, and now she’s bothering Anthony on his day off… Yeah, HE needs to leave it in the past. She’s bringing this all on herself, people and is basically admitting that she’s guilty. If the… ahem… “accusations” were false, then why would she be this worried about them? She wouldn’t be.

                                My final opinion: She’s a manipulative gold digger who treated someone bad and doesn’t want her vegan-friendly and compassionate reputation to be ruined. She isn’t fooling me for not even a second.

                                This is the last I want to hear about this if you guys don’t mind. Thanks.

                                “Frozen” and Mental Illness

                                I had a random thought (epiphany? lol idk) regarding “Frozen” and its controversial depiction of Elsa’s anxiety/depression.

                                While I agree that “looking pretty and flawless literally ALL THE TIME” is definitely part of the issue, I think it’s also part of a bigger problem the movie faces in terms of Elsa’s character.

                                When I first saw the movie and then read about how “‘Frozen’ depicts mental illness”, “Elsa has depression and anxiety!”, etc., I was honestly kind of…skeptical, I guess?

                                I did a lot of thinking about why I felt that Elsa having depression/anxiety just didn’t ring true to me, even having viewed the scenes of her stressing out about her coronation, her scenes with Anna at the ice castle, her guilt and horror at seeing Hans’ soldiers nearly killed by her icicles, etc.

                                I think I’ve finally figured it out, though—while Elsa’s illness makes sense when depicted through a shallow, entirely visual interpretation, it starts to become more muddled once you think about it more deeply.

                                The first problem, I think, is the source of Elsa’s illness. Yeah, yeah, I know we’re supposed to think “well, it’s her ice powers, of course!”, but aside from that vague idea that gets played straight and subverted throughout the movie (“Let It Go”, anyone? “Ice powers are bad ’cause they hurt people, but…I’m alone on a mountain, now, so I guess they’re acceptably empowering now :D”), all the situations that cause her fears seem remarkably…convenient.

                                Take the coronation, for instance. Elsa starts to accidentally make ice freeze her sceptor, so she gets nervous anout it. I feel that here we were supposed to make the connection that there was some kind of deeper, underlying cause to her “conceal, don’t feel” mentality, but this fails in its attempt because really, why WOULDN’T anyone be nervous at his/her coronation? Her powers clearly pose a problem a non-magical person would not have to deal with, true, but we learn later the consequences of Elsa’s icy magic, and…some people gasp, the duke of Weaselton mutters, “Witchcraft!” and…Elsa runs away?

                                Again, I know this scene was trying to send the audience obvious signals that “magic = bad” in Arendelle, as the scene with the trolls did at the beginning, as well, yet we NEVER see these implications come into fruition. Because Elsa spends so much time safely hidden away from any prejudices in her childhood and as an adult when she runs to the mountains, the audience can’t really envision any true problem befalling her, because none really legitimately threaten her at any point. There’s no commoners whispering about how magic saps the life out of their crops. There’s no royal regent who’s notoriously anti-magic and influences his/her people using propaganda about how magic stole the life of the second-born princess (wouldn’t that be cool, though?). There’s nothing to suggest that Elsa would be hurt because she’s magical. Ostracized, maybe, but killed or injured? Seems unlikely, given the evidence we’re given by the events of the plot (the trolls’ little foretelling at the beginning doesn’t count—there’s NO follow-up on that!).

                                “Everlasting winter” is a flimsy excuse, too, because the movie takes place over the course of, what, a day? Two? How are we supposed to feel the danger and tension of this supposedly horrible fate when the movie refuses to dwell on it at all in any significant way? Hans gives blankets to the Arendellians, yes, but that’s basically it. Why not get a little political about it? What about trade with Weaselton? I don’t think the movie ever mentions what they trade, but why not certain crops? What’ll happen now that Arendelle is perpetually frozen?

                                Because the movie doesn’t give any sufficient weight to the fate of Arendelle or their prejudices against magic, Elsa’s anguished actions seem unlike the actions of a depressed person yearning to break away from the prejudiced society she is meant to rule over and more the actions of a woman who had ice powers, gets nervous about said ice powers and not being able to control then, gets gasped at after accidentally revealing powers, sings empowering!! song about how she doesn’t want to hide her powers anymore after escaping to the mountains, then gets scared again after her estranged sister and some soldiers visit her to get her to come back to Arendelle, gets captured and feels defeated about that, then is somehow okay because The Power of Love :D :D :D

                                Elsa may FEEL depressed/anxious throughout the film, but she has a justifiable reason for every instance. Because her emotions can be easily justified, there’s no reason for the audience to look for a deeper, lurking issue. I’m not saying that people with depression/anxiety don’t have environmental/societal reasons for being in that state of mind, but Elsa’s are just so incredibly convenient that, though many people were angered by Elsa’s illness being effectively gone via the power of ~sisterly love~, I was kind of unsurprised by the ordeal. “Of COURSE love heals her,” I was thinking irritably, “the movie keeps her emotions acceptably repressed because ‘lol kids’ movie’ and focused on problems that were solved by the end. It’s wrapped up perfectly. Why go deeper into the complexity of a genuinely depressed/anxious person when you can do a superficial by-the-numbers replication of typical tropes and then slap a handy progressive label on it for all the meta fans?”

                                Because Elsa reacts to everything more or less normally, the indication of a deeper issue is lost. A good example of this done right is Jessie’s fear of boxes in “Toy Story 2”—at first, we are confused by Jessie’s claustrophobia, given that the other toys, like the Stinky Pete, seem fine with being boxed up. Because Jessie is the only one acting “irrationally”, the audience can detect that something’s up.

                                This brings up another thing that’s attempted by “Frozen”, and that is a character foil to Elsa—her sister, Anna. Anna is meant to be the Woody to Elsa’s Jessie—the adjusted, “normal” one, so to speak. This character is the one who digs to the root of the troubled character’s issue and helps them conquer their anxiety. The reason Anna’s tireless and yet fruitless attempts to understand Elsa’s frustration and fear fail narratively is because Anna has no idea what it is like having ice powers. Maybe that was the point, but because Anna is so different from Elsa in terms of supernatural ability, the attempt is lost. Woody and Jessie work as foils because they are both toys and have been loved by kids they were separated from—though Woody wasn’t abandoned by Andy like Jessie was by Emily, he has enough of a connection to her that he can accurately imagine the anguish and grief that being abandoned would bring.

                                Anna has no such starting connection to Elsa, though—they’re sisters, yes, but they don’t KNOW each other. Anna is just as much a stranger to Elsa as any of the everyday Arendellian; therefore, Elsa is alone in her fears and doubts, and the audience is rendered alone and in the dark due to this narrative isolation. We cannot fully connect with Elsa despite the movie prettifying her and repressing her emotions in order to make her more palatable/relatable because, despite “Frozen”’s attempts, her internal conflict is ridiculously simplified and the complexity of mental illness is ripped away, leaving only a vague character in its wake.

                                Fairy Tail GO! Ch. 18

                                Rated T. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

                                Summary: Lucy was having fun playing ‘Pokémon Go!’ when she accidentally put herself in harm’s way. Luckily a pink haired boy saved her just in the nick of time. A ‘thank you’ lunch helped spark a new friendship between them, but Lucy got more than she bargained for when she realized the boy she befriended had a complex past full of dark secrets. Fortunately for him, Lucy won’t be scared away so easily. Modern High School AU. Slight Angst/Drama/Fluff.

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                                Chapter Eighteen: Reception

                                “I’m two seconds away from bashing my head against this table,” Lucy groaned quietly to herself. “Maybe then I can go home.”

                                It was already two hours into the reception, and the blonde was currently sitting alone at a table, finally resting after the eighth person asked her to dance. Of course her father was keeping an eye on her the entire time, so she had no choice but to accept.

                                Her feet hurt, and her mind was numb. Now was probably the only time she wished she was old enough to drink. Maybe then she wouldn’t care so much that the older men got a little too handsy with her. It wasn’t anything ridiculously inappropriate, but she still didn’t like other people’s hands on her waist, shoulders, or lower back.

                                If it weren’t for the fact that she had to behave, she’d have kicked some of these jerks.

                                “May I have this dance,” a male’s voice came from behind her.

                                Lucy turned her head, give a real smile when she saw a little boy holding his hand out. He couldn’t be any older than eight years old. “Of course,” she giggled as she stood. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about him trying to subtly hit on her.

                                The little boy looked ecstatic as he took her hand, practically running as they made their way to the dance floor. A cheesy, slow song was playing, so she allowed him to rest his small hands on her waist as they swayed to the music. She could tell he was excited, based on the large smile on his face.

                                Lucy was surprised by how well he could dance when the song picked up and they actually had to start moving. It shouldn’t be that surprising to her though, since most kids like her grew up learning a little of everything. She remembered spending so much time with instructors learning how to do basic steps to more complex choreography. The little boy had the tip of his tongue stuck between his lips, concentrating hard on how to maneuver his small legs.

                                The blonde almost squealed. ‘He’s sooooo adorable!’ She really just hoped he didn’t grow up to be a jerk like the guys all around them, but his chances seemed good. 'Kid tuxedos are too cute!’

                                Once the song was over, he gave a bow, blushed, then ran off into the crowd. Lucy couldn’t help but blush herself. For a moment she wished she was that age again. So young, so innocent, so naive. A simpler time when things were still fun in Crocus.

                                'When my mom was still alive.’

                                Feeling her blush fade and her smile waver, she walked back to her table. She wanted a minute alone, to sort through her emotions and memories, but that didn’t happen. Before she could even grab her drink to sooth her tense throat, someone sat down next to her.

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                                Now or Never (Bias x Reader) Pt.10

                                “Kara, really?” you sigh as you watch his members rush towards him. You’re not even surprised she’s done this, considering it’s not the first time. But in public? To a celebrity in front of his members and everyone watching? 

                                His nose is bleeding and he’s still unconscious, but they call an ambulance, “You guys go to hospitals for everything. Even when you have a cold,” Kara rolls her eyes, secretly checking if B/N is okay. 

                                You follow them to hospital, waiting outside with everyone else. You’re hands are between your knees, avoiding eye contact with his members. It’s deathly quiet; never has a silence been so awkward. You were hardly used to seeing B/N, much less his entire group.

                                Kara comes back from getting coffee for you and and one of the members walk towards her. She stiffens, already glaring at him, unsure of his motive. Instead he takes her hand, shaking it. She looks at you at you and then back to him.

                                “Thank you,” he says. 

                                “What?” 

                                “You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to do that,” 

                                “Uh, he’s your friend, you shouldn’t want to hit him,” 

                                He nods but says, “We’re boys, we fight. He’s like my brother, I’ve got nothing but love for him. But he had this one coming,”

                                “Oh,” she nervously tucks her hair behind her ear, “You’re welcome I guess,” Kara is hardly nervous around men, but the one holding her hand isn’t just any guy. 

                                The doctor comes out, saying B/N doesn’t have a broken nose, just intense swelling. He’s able to go home, but should rest some more. You stand up, ready to leave now that he’s okay when the others tell you to go to him.

                                “He was about to say something before your friend…” he stops talking once Kara raises an eyebrow at him. “Just go see him,” 

                                But you don’t want to. Kara clearly doesn’t want to leave, so caught up in finally having one-on-one time with her ultimate bias. You walk into his room anyway, not bothering to knock. He’s typing on his phone and finally looks up, surprised to see you.

                                “You didn’t leave,” he says, sounding a bit nasal. He has a little bandage on the bridge of his nose, some bruises visible. He motions to the chair for you to sit, but you don’t. 

                                “Say what you have to say so I can go,” 

                                He taps his phone before placing it down as he sits up. 

                                “What I did to you, what I said to you, sorry doesn’t cover it but it’s all I can say. Because I didn’t know you well, I had a hard time trusting you. It’s a cowardly excuse, but I figured you’d do what everyone else does once they get what they want,” 

                                You step forward, “You made the move first, not me,”

                                “I know. I led you on, but I felt as if I made a mistake,”

                                “Why? What was so bad about me, that made you instantly regret being with me?”

                                Shaking his head, “Because it was too easy,” 

                                “Excuse me?” Was he saying you were easy?

                                He sighs, noticing his poor choice of words, “Meeting you, doing all of this was almost too good to be true. And it was so good that I questioned the sincerity of it. Of you,” you cross your arms, “Basically I was a scared little bitch,” he gives a small smile at that but you’re not showing any emotion. 

                                He stands up but you wish he would stay seated as you struggle to maintain eye contact. He keeps a good amount of distance between you both.

                                “I’m so sorry for being the one you admired and the one to hurt you. Before you leave I had to tell you. Please, forgive me Y/N,” 

                                He waits for you to say something. You’re not sure if it’s your stubbornness or your own fear keeping you from doing anything. But despite yourself, light tears escape your eyes. And you know that you’re crying because of how much you cared for him. That you’re leaving soon and all you want to do is spend those last few days with him. 

                                He steps before you, taking your hand, “This is selfish of me, I know. But give me one more chance. You’re different, I know that now. I will never do this again, I promise you that,” 

                                You wipe your tears away, “I really liked you. The real you,” you slide your hand from his, your tears still flowing, “I accept your apology, but I can’t trust you,” 


                                To take him back or not to take him back…?

                                Honestly I try not to be salty about IH vs IR but this was just…. really hilarious to me so I’m gonna blog about it. Salt under the cut

                                …… or so I said, but halfway through writing this it turned into giant fucking meta about IR so what the fuck. Salty meta under the cut, I suppose, about some deliberate panelling choices, the focus of the narrative, and (apparently my favourite goddamn arc for IR) the fullbring arc vs chapter 681.

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                                Anonymous asked: Omg so like what about a destiel fic where Cas accidentally butt dials dean while talking to one of his friends and dean hears him admit he’s in love with him but cas has no idea he called him

                                Author’s note: I had way too much fun with this. 

                                With a frustrated sigh, Dean closed his Biology book. He’d been staring at the same question for fifteen minutes straight now, and he highly doubted that the answer to it would miraculously come to him at this point. He should’ve tempted Cas into a study date; Dean’s best friend was the Biology expert, whereas Dean was more of a Math person.

                                The smell of food suddenly invaded Dean’s room, and his stomach started growling as if on cue. Almost time for dinner, which Dean deemed a good enough excuse to give up on his homework for now, and go downstairs to enjoy his mother’s rice and chicken surprise.

                                He got up from his chair just as his phone started buzzing on the desk, stopping him in his tracks.

                                ‘Castiel calling’ were the words that flashed on the screen.

                                Speak of the devil. Dean smiled despite his fairly irritable mood. For reasons unknown, Castiel often had that effect on him.

                                “Hey Cas, what’s up?” Dean greeted his friend.

                                There was the sound of rustling, but Castiel didn’t reply. Dean frowned, checking the screen of his phone out of habit before listening again.

                                “Cas? You there?”

                                Again, nothing. That’s when Dean heard it, the sound of voices, distant and muffled.

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                                cosmicmoon2491  asked:

                                69 for supercat please! :)

                                69. “Why the hell are you bleeding!?”

                                Being human sucks.

                                Probably not for those who are accustomed to spending their lives in a breakable body, one that has muscles that ache, bones that can snap and skin that can open or bruise, but for someone who’s spent their life safe in the knowledge that nothing, not even a speeding bullet from a gun, can do them harm, suddenly losing that invulnerability is a shock to the system.

                                She’s already given herself four papercuts in the two hours that she’s been at CatCo whilst hastily assembling the papers that Cat is going to ask for in their weekly editorial meeting, and she’s not entirely confident that she’s going to survive the day.

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                                The Internship Treadmill: How To Know When You’re On It, And How To Get Off

                                The other day, I was having a conversation with my best friend, who recently landed her first full-time job in her field, nearly five years after graduating college. (Woo hoo!) Needless to say, it’s been a complicated journey for her, bouncing from internships to seasonal positions to stints in other countries (where she used her freedom from a “career” track to get out and see the world), and now it seems to have drawn to a conclusion. She has her job, is enjoying it so far, and feels officially off the “internship treadmill,” where she’d been running in place for the past few years.

                                Her story is unique, in some ways, because her field of work — she majored in wildlife & fisheries management and works often on research projects for government organizations or national parks — is one that opens itself to a lot of seasonal work. It can be hard, between shrinking grants for field projects and limited positions in the first place, to land something more permanent, even if the need is there. But the idea of getting stuck on a path of unpaid (or very poorly paid) work, always with the promise of better things, always a full-time position just out of reach, is not anything new. In fact, amongst my friends who have landed careers in their field over the past two years, I can say with confidence that very few managed to do it without spending at least a few years on that Treadmill, waiting for something real, and picking up odd or part-time jobs to make ends meet.

                                It can be hard to tell, when you’re in the thick of it, that you’re on the Treadmill, if only because you’re too busy and stressed out to look much further ahead than the end of the week. It’s easy to get in part-time, freelance-based jobs that disguise themselves as staff gigs, which have all of the workload and day-to-day pressures of a full-time thing without any of the benefits (literal and figurative). So when you are on, say, year two or three of the Treadmill and have gone from a totally-unpaid internship to a 25-hour-a-week fellowship with a decent stipend, it’s easy to feel like it’s a step up on an invisible ladder, even when that ladder is going nowhere.

                                Claire, a friend who recently landed her first staff job in media after nearly three years on the treadmill had this to say:

                                “For the past year, I was working at a (relatively) well-known website as a freelancer who had an hourly schedule and high quotas for performance, but was paid as an intern and kept at 35 hours a week so I could not qualify for any kind of benefits. I only recently found out, after leaving the job, that this was illegal (freelancers cannot work that way, I should have been staff), and that the terms I worked on were not normal. I had gotten so used to unpaid internships that just having a little money earned per hour seemed huge, even if it was not commensurate with what I was doing.”

                                It’s easy to feel, especially in competitive industries, that we are lucky to have any paying job in our field, and shouldn’t be picky or demanding when it comes to the terms of our job, lest we be swiftly replaced. On some level, we can tell that we’re not moving forward when promises are not kept by the employer, or when excuses are made for why we can’t access a living wage or basic benefits. If the goalposts are moving constantly, as they do in many internship-to-job tracks, it’s impossible not to feel a sense of alarm — but we often suppress those worries for fear that we may lose our place on the ladder. But it’s not only the more “glamorous” fields that have this problem — I spoke to Sam, an architect who bounced around from fellowship to fellowship for two years, never making more than $1,000 per month despite working nearly full-time, who only eventually landed his salaried job when a former professor intervened and put in a call for him at a firm in his college town.

                                He says that he now lives about 500 miles from where he’d ideally like to be living, but at the time, it appeared to be the only way for him to get off the Treadmill. “Once you have that first ‘real’ job,” he said, “You have a much better chance of leveraging your way into something you actually want to be doing.”

                                When I talked to my best friend about how she eventually got off the Treadmill herself, she told me that she realized, after several years of false starts, that she was never going to find her ideal position through one of the “traditional” routes encouraged by many schools:

                                “I realized that I could keep aiming for internships and seasonal jobs by applying blindly from the internet, but that wasn’t going to land me a permanent position. (At least in a small, budget cut-filled field such as mine.) I had to know someone. So I literally asked everyone I knew if they knew of jobs. My resume got passed to neighbors of friends, friends of friends, and eventually to my boyfriend’s best friend’s fiancées aunt. And that’s how I got the interview.”

                                There is no shame in being stuck as an intern or apprentice when we feel that we should have evolved to a full position, though everyone in that position lives with the stigma and embarrassment that often surrounds it. And it is precisely through this culture of embarrassment that many companies are able to leverage increasingly worker-unfriendly terms in exchange for the illusion of a ‘real’ job. (And the faulty ‘real’ job concept is its own can of worms, worthy of its own article.)

                                But it IS important for all of us to not blindly accept the terms of what we think we “deserve” when it comes to our first few positions. While some internships/assistant-ships can be useful and necessary, as well as give us on-the-job skills we would not otherwise have, there can be a fine line between mutual benefit and exploitation. As Michael, who spent a well-paid summer internship in engineering before transitioning into a salaried job, told me, “I was earning basically a livable wage while still a student for doing what I did, while people in other departments in my same company were not getting the same thing. I get that engineering was important, but so were the people in marketing, research, human resources, and everything else that made that company run. It didn’t seem fair.”

                                Look up if your employer’s terms are even legal (like Claire in media, your “internship” might not even be legal at all). Set yourself a firm exit date where, if you have not transitioned from stipend/unpaid to a more permanent solution, you will look for other work. Demand that whatever promises are made to you by your employer are kept. And most importantly, don’t assume that your internship will lead to something permanent in the way you were told it would. You may end up having to find alternative means into your job, going through your personal and social network as well as your professional one.

                                As long as each step in your career is of clear benefit to you, in terms of skill or money earned, it’s worth it. But once you step on that Internship Treadmill — and you may not even realize you’re doing it — it’s important that you know how to get off. Your career isn’t about doing an employer a favor, or working harder so that someone else can save money on a real paid position. It’s about growing into something healthy and sustainable, which doesn’t leave you exhausted from running in place.

                                Harvard (part 6)

                                Sorry this took so long…

                                Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5

                                [The following morning I wake up to my head using his bicep as a pillow, and his nose still dangerously close to mine.

                                Shit.]

                                Shit shit shit.

                                I climb out the bed and wince as he begins to shuffle, hoping he won’t wake up. I watch him, frozen on the spot, as he turns over and places his hands under the pillow, cuddling his face into it. I have to admit, he looks pretty adorable. I blush as I stare at his soft pink lips and remember how amazing they had felt last night. I shake my head and snap out of it, picking up a few stray items of clothing from the floor and gathering them in my arms as I make my way to find Arizona or Alex and devise an escape plan.

                                I find Arizona in the kitchen, happily humming to herself whilst making everyone coffee. She smiles, wide and bright as always, in spite of her obvious hangover.

                                “Hey!” she chirps. She looks down to see me clutching my heels, jacket and bra. “Ooooohhhh, you look guilty.” It’s as if she’s just heard the juiciest gossip of the year.

                                “Of what?!” I go on the defence, obviously.

                                “I could literally take a picture of you right now and use it as a definition of walk of shame,” she explains, laughing a little. She stirs a couple of sugars into two of the coffees. “Do you and your lover boy want coffee?”

                                “He’s not my lover boy, shut up! And no, I don’t. I want to get out of here… are you coming?”

                                “No. Come upstairs, we’re having coffee. Alex has just gone to buy bacon sandwiches so go wake Owen up…”

                                “I’d rather not, he looks like he’s tired,” I half-lie. He does look tired, but that’s not the reason I don’t want him to wake.

                                Arizona is in that mood where she won’t take no for an answer and as we climb the stairs to Meredith’s room, I hope conversation will steer clear of last night. I step through the door to a big, open room with a huge double bed underneath a large bay window. Meredith is still in the bed, propped up on the white metal frame with some pillows. Close to the bed is a coffee table with two beanbags nearby, one being occupied by Callie who’s curled up and wearing what looks like 4 or 5 layers. Arizona places the coffee tray carefully next to her and casually flops into the empty bean bag.

                                “Mornin’,” Callie groans.

                                “Hmmmm,” I grumble back. “Does anyone else feel like the last round of shots were completely unnecessary last night?”

                                Nobody answers but they all raise their hands in agreement, nodding.

                                Meredith pats the bed next to her and pulls the coves up for me to join her. “Where’s Owen?”

                                “Still asleep,” I dismiss.

                                “Is there a particular reason for him to be so sleepy?” Meredith teases as I shuffle over on the bed to share her pillow.

                                “No,” I curtly say. She thoughtfully narrows her eyes at my rudeness but drops it.

                                “Hey Shep! You’re up! Here,” Alex greets, throwing me a wrapped bacon sandwich as he strolls into the room and collapses sideways across the foot of the bed, handing the others their orders. “Where’s Owen?”

                                “Ugh, he’s asleep! Leave him be,” I mutter.

                                “Actually, I’m not.” His voice causes my heart to jump into my throat. I avoid looking at him but divert my eyes directly into the suspicious gaze of Meredith. I inwardly curse and just stare at my bacon instead, the room becoming white noise to my guilt-ridden ears.

                                I silently pray he’ll sit next to Callie but he walks over to the bed, sits and rests his feet up on the covers next to me. His arm grazes against mine and I can’t help but look to the patch of burning skin where we’re connected. I peer up from under my brow, curious as to what he is concentrating on- Callie, who I think is reminding the room of the karaoke attempts from last night, or me. It’s me. He’s watching my face, trying to gauge my reaction to his purposefully close proximity, and he smiles as (of course) the automatic blush creeps into my cheeks. I’m so confused- a few hours ago he was cheating on his girlfriend but he’s acting as if nothing is wrong. I’m acting as if nothing is wrong. Perhaps we can convince ourselves we did nothing wrong…

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