or just put them near each other because i don't really have any idea what to do with them

anonymous asked:

107. Rowaelin

Well nonnie, this was sent to me on 2/18. This is what you all can expect from me, re: fic requests lately, and why they are currently closed. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little drabble. :)

Prompt: It’s a real shame no one asked for your opinion.

AO3 place where I stick these things


When Aelin decided to get up in the middle of the night and make a cake, Rowan had simply turned over and thrown his pillow over his head.

When she had come around to his side of the bed and torn the bedding off him, he knew he wasn’t getting back to sleep.

In the last few months, she had taken it upon herself to learn how to do small things: roast a chicken, scramble eggs, boil water. She had decided that her successes at those endeavors meant that she was ready to take the leap into baking, a choice Rowan hoped she forgot every day.

Padding into the kitchen after her, he blinked himself into more complete consciousness. She was already pulling bowls out of cabinets, bags of ingredients littered the counter, and she stood with her hands on her hips.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I don’t know if we have enough hazelnuts,” she replied.

At the word hazelnuts, time stood still. Not hazelnuts. Anything but hazelnuts. Because if that’s what she was looking for, that could only mean one thing.

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anonymous asked:

Heyo! I was wondering if you had any advice on fleshing out characters. Mine have been in the workings for months and I still don't feel like they're up to scratch.

I think it’s perfectly ok if you don’t feel as though your characters are up to scratch just yet. Once you start writing with them, placing them into scenarios, your character’s personalities and traits will slowly begin to flesh themselves out. This also allows for a bit of flexibility with your writings and characters.

But if you want to get a bit more of a handle on your characters, here are a few tips that helped me. I take it you already have their pasts worked out? Well, let’s focus on personalities and motives then.

First, what are your character’s motives? Since this is set in an EO game, what are their connections to the labyrinth? Why are they explorers? If they’re not explorers, why not? Is one of your characters trying to honour their family name? Are they searching for a missing loved one? Are they veterans? Are they exploring for fame? Are they explorers because they find the prospect exciting but have no idea what they’re getting themselves into? Or are they explorers simply because there’s nothing better to do in this piss-ant town?

Also, you should remember that your characters are individuals, so they will react to situations differently. No two characters are the same. They may have similarities, but they will still react differently.

To individualise your characters, try a few writing exercises. Imagine all your characters in the same scene. How would each of them react?

For example; your characters are at the bar when a barfight breaks out. Who;
Started the fight?
Rolled their eyes and moved to a quieter place?
Is swinging punches indiscriminately?
Is trying to avoid getting involved but is dragged in anyway?
Literally jumped atop of tables to get in the middle of the fight?
Would have a panic attack and hide under the table?
Would be comforting the one having a panic attack?
Is cursing loudly because they know they’re the one who has to put an end to the fight?
Is sitting back and commentating sarcastically in the background?
Finds the entire thing amusing and is watching with a shit-eating grin on their face?
Is threatening to burn this entire place to the ground if they don’t stop with this bullshit?
Is face down at the bar, oblivious to all?

You don’t need to answer those questions above. They’re examples. I simply mean imagine all your characters in the same scene and then focus on them one at a time, writing how each of them would respond. It might come out a little stilted at first, but you’ll soon get into the feel and start writing them all with different reactions.

A few other scenarios to flesh out your characters are;
Their reactions to their first dangerous mission.
Their first encounter with a FOE.
They find a guard bloodied and near death.
Their first time staying overnight in the labyrinth.

When writing, it really is better to show rather than to tell. For example, you’ve stated that a character is quite the chill dude. Don’t just tell the reader. Show them. How is this character chill? How chill are they? Are they chill because they’re calm and optimistic? Or are they chill because they literally don’t give a shit? Are they chill all the time? Or do they have moments where they are genuinely angry and furious?

Also, your characters will have more than one personality trait. A character that is calm can have a tipping point. A character who is stoic can react desperately when the person they care about most is in danger. A character that is loud and cheerful can be hiding a dark secret. Give them a positive trait and a negative trait.

As an author, it’s important to remember that you don’t have to reveal everything about your characters all at once. It’s a process. You can reveal their secrets and motives a bit at a time.  A hint here, a hint there. That sort of thing.

I think it’s better if I stop it here or it’ll get too rambly ^^ The short version is; simply write about your characters. Try a few writing exercises. Imagine them reacting to scenarios, both pleasant and unpleasant. Know that your characters will grow during the course of the story.

Hope that helps!

anonymous asked:

Jonsa in the library. I get Time Traveler's Wife feels from them. He's a librarian. But ya know, you don't have to get into the time travel bit. Just library jonsa is hot. So..

Hey there! I’ve never seen the Time Traveler’s Wife, so I just kinda rolled with the librarian thing. It’s almost 2, so please excuse the questionable quality, sorry! Please enjoy, everyone!

Send more prompts here.

Emily and Will (a jonsa oneshot)

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a jimin high school au where he's like totally got a crush on you but you don't really talk too much and all of your friends are like yo what are ya doing he's totally into you and your like what? Really and they're like yeah duh everyone knows. Just like pure fluff and stuff. Thanks I love your writing💛


This was looooooong xD 



Genre: Pure fluff

Word count: 2 600

Summary: You being oblivious and Jimin being romantic

“Y/N, when are you going to use your brain and see what is right in front of you?” I gave Eunha a confused look, indicating that I had no idea what she was on about. She just sighed and closed her locker, which was placed beside my own, and shook her head at me. “You’re so clueless.”

“What?” I laughed. She always liked being mysterious so she just gave me a knowing look before walking off to our next class, me following behind her. The bell rang just as we entered the classroom. It didn’t even take two seconds before I felt someone’s eyes on me but as I looked around after the owner of said eyes I couldn’t see anyone showing me any interest. Shrugging it off Eunha and I sat down on either side of our other friend Jisoo. He wasn’t slow in catching up with various events that may have happened during our last weekend. Water guns and flour was involved, just saying. The teacher entered in the middle of our conversation, forcing it to a stop with her presence. She introduced our upcoming assignment and instantly got us working. Taking out my pen, notebook and textbook, I got ready to start my hour of studying. Eunha and Jisoo, however, were not going to let that happen. They started poking me and all my efforts of ignoring them were thrown out the window.

“Y/N, someone has been watching you ever since you entered the classroom.” Jisoo told me as he gestured as much as he could with his eyes, however he was gesturing to hard so his head followed the direction he was gesturing in so he was not discreet at all. Confused, I turned around only to meet the eyes of one of the most popular guys in this school; Park Jimin. I waved at him and then I turned back towards my friends. They gaped at me.


“Go talk to him you dork.” Eunha tried to push me in his direction, with no success.

“Why would I?”

“Uhm, because he like definitely has a thing for you.” I just laughed at that. Yeah sure, not a chance. Jimin and I may have talked on some occasions but that was because the situation demanded our interaction. He has never shown affection towards me and I have never shown any to him. We were classmates, that’s all.

“He does not like me like that, we’re barely aware of each other’s existence.” my two friends just rolled their eyes at that comment and persisted with their own opinion. Working on was not easy that lesson with two persistens matchmakers on either side of me, they knew how to get on my nerves and they were so convinced that Jimin had a thing for me. I just did my best in trying to concentrate.

After the lesson we all made our way towards our lockers with our supplies, Eunha and Jisoo were finally talking about something else other than the supposed crush Jimin would have on me. The center of their current discussion was the upcoming prom our school held every year. This particular subject wasn’t something that peaked my interest either, I’ve never been one for social events. Eunha and Jisoo had decided to go together as friends and they wanted me to go with them too. I, on the other hand, was not planning on acting like the third wheel. They have been bugging me about Jimin but they failed to realise their own infatuation for each other. Making our way to the cafeteria next, I caught myself speeding up the more intense the smell became. It’s not often our school offers tasty food but on rare occasions we actually got to eat until we were full. My friends were not late with smelling the delicious scent of pizza. Soon enough all three of us were running towards the scents origin, resulting in me, who was leading the sprint, crashed into a firm chest when I rounded the last corner. A pair of hands grabbed me by the waist, preventing me from landing on my but, and pulled me up into a standing position again. I looked up and was met by a pair of deep brown eyes and based  on the snickering coming from behind me I guess you know who it is.

Jimin gave a small smile and let go of my waist.

“Sorry, are you okay?” I nodded, putting my hair behind my ear.

“Yeah, thank you for catching me, I should’ve watched where I was going.”

“Nah, anyone could run into each other rounding these kind of corners.” He shot another smile in my direction while walking around me. “See you around though.”

“Yeah.” I replied and we gave each other a wave. I then turned around to face my friends who were standing there with big smirks covering their features. “Not a word.” I said with a finger pointed at them as I started walking towards the cafeteria once again, in the opposite direction as Jimin. The other two laughed at me but let the matter go once the thought of food penetrated their thoughts once more.

When we finally had fetched our pizza we sat down at a round table near the windows. I started picking away the mushrooms coating the pizza when someone else sat down beside me and started doing the same. I didn’t even have to look up to know that it was my older brother Yoongi. Neither of us liked mushrooms.

“Yoongi-ssi.” Eunha called out to him causing him to turn his attention towards her. “Do you have a prom date yet?” The lazy smile that appeared on his face was enough to answer the question and Eunha became ecstatic, she loved these kind of things. “Who!?” With a smirk on his face, Yoongi answered the question.

“My bed.” The smile fell of Eunha’s face and Jisoo and I burst out laughing. Yoongi took every opportunity he got to get some extra sleep. Once my pizza was free of mushrooms I dug in and relished in the amazing taste. After a couple of minutes if silence Yoongi spoke up again.

“Why don’t you do anything about him?” He looked at me with curious eyes.

“About who?”

“Jimin.” I choked on my food and glared at him.

“Why do I need to do anything about him?” I asked, a bit annoyed at the repetition of this subject, after I recovered.

“Uhm, because he’s staring.” Yoongi said that very casually. “A lot.” I rolled my eyes.

“He’s not.”

“Oh, come on. He has such a big crush on you it’s ridiculous and kind of annoying.”

“He doesn’t.”

“He does, I’m his best friend and he so does. Do you know how much he talks about you? It’s really pestering.” I had no comeback for that, but the blush on my cheeks informed my brother that I had lost. It’s just so unbelievable. He’s one of the popular ones and I was just me. Someone like him would not have a crush on the school’s weird art student.

“Whatever.” I muttered, a little pissed about being wrong, and walked away with my now empty plate. I felt Jimin’s eyes on me the whole time as I walked out of the cafeteria.

During our next and also last class Eunha and Jisoo knew better than to talk about Jimin with me. Instead they were busy talking about the prom once again, or more precisely, the food being served at the prom. I didn’t listen to their conversation since all my focus was on the math problems we had to solve before end of class. Once the bell signaled the end of the day I along with a few others were the only one finished.

“Jisoo and I are going shopping for the prom so we can match so I’ll see you tomorrow.” Eunha and Jisoo bid their goodbyes to me and I started walking towards my locker to leave my books for the last time today. The pink note stuck to the inside of my locker was something I did not expect when I opened it. Slowly I placed my math book in it’s place and took down the note. A small message was written on it; We rarely talk but follow the instructions and we may start. Then under that sentence was two words; English class.

Confused I closed my locker and made my way to the second floor where the english rooms were located. Inside the third room stood someone I knew very well.

“Namjoon.” He had been gazing out the window but turned around at the sound of my voice. “What are you doing?” I asked, holding up the note.

“I’m not doing anything.” He said and handed me a second piece of paper, this time a blue one.

Surprised Namjoon hyung didn’t accidentally ruin the note xD cafeteria

I gave Namjoon a confused look, which he replied to with a shrug and a smirk, and left the classroom. Walking down to the first floor again and crossing the front lawn I was soon at the cafeteria for the second time. There was only one person in there and he was sitting by the vending machine, snacking on a piece of chocolate. He saw me pretty quickly and gave me a sweet smile as he stood up and made his way over to me.

“Hi Y/N. I never knew this guy was so romantic.” He handed me a red note.

“Is it romantic making me run all around campus?” I smirked at him and he laughed.

“Depends on if you think the ending is worth it.” We exchanged smiles and I started entering the cafeteria while reading the note.

He was eating huh :D The gym

A small groan left my lips. The gym is on the other side of the campus. It took me five minutes to get to the right building and opening the door I was greeted by a very nervous Jungkook. I know how he is with girls so I gave him a reassuring smile, accepting the note he was giving me.

“Hi Kookie.” A smile made its way onto his face and he looked down on the ground, muttering out a hello.

Did you get him to talk? In that case: wow. Library

Back to the main building it is. This is really fitness demanding and because of that, definitely not my thing. As I entered the library I couldn’t help but smile, it was dark with some candles erupting a luminous light. A boy was sitting in one of the couches, reading a book. I approached him and realised it was Jimin’s best friend Kim Taehyung, also in my class and I had talked to him a bit more than I had to Jimin.

“What are you reading?” I asked once I was close enough. He raised his head and made eye contact with me, sending a boxy smile in my direction.

“Twilight.” A small giggle erupted from my lips and he laughed along with me. Then he handed me another note.

“What is with these notes?”

“He likes to complicate things.” I acknowledged the answer and tried reading the yellow note in the dim light.

Sorry, he’s weird I know xD Dance room

Only two floors higher, aka the fifth floor. I said goodbye to Taehyung who continued reading the book, and made my way to the creative floor. I didn’t even enter the right corridor when I heard the music playing from the dance room. It was strongly lit and Jung Hoseok was dancing his heart out inside. I opened the door and he jumped me with hugs, he’s a very huggable person and definitely not shy.

“Y/N-ah!” I laughed at his energy.

“Hi Hobi. What’s up?”

“Nothing much, just dancing to have something to do but now that you’re here I can go home.” He handed me a green note and picked up his bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I waved at him and he was out the door within the next second. I laughed at him once again, I always get so happy when I’m around him. Then I looked down on the note.

Took him in the end in case you were grumpy ^^ Music room

A sigh of relief left my lips. The music room is right next door and I was there in no time. Inside sat Yoongi, asleep. With a snicker I walked up to him and drove a finger into his side, making him jerk awake and some swear words left his lips.

“I will kill him for keeping me this long in school.” I laughed at him. Always so grumpy when he’s tired.

“You okay there bro?” He glared at me.

“You better do this according to his plan so I’m not here for nothing.” He then handed me an orange note and walked away, saying he was going home to sleep. I just shook my head at him and read the note.

I know, he was sleeping, but you’re almost there, yay :D Art room

Once I read the last two words I smiled, my favourite room in the school. I speed walked through the corridor since it was just around the corner and in there I only was a fresh new painting.

“It’s not as good as your work but I’m impressed with my skills.” I turned around at the voice and stood face to face with Jimin. We smiled at each other. “Sorry for making you walk through the whole school but it was creative though, wasn’t it.”

“Okay, I have to give you that.” I chuckled. “But I don’t understand why you did it.”

“Ah, Yoongi was right when he said you were oblivious.” I raised an eyebrow at his comment. “I did it because I’m not a normal guy who takes the easy way out when confessing to my crush.” My eyes grew to the size of baseballs and my breath hitched in my throat.

“Excuse me?” I know that everyone was telling me it was like this but I didn’t dare believe it before. Jimin is cute, but come on he’s popular, I’m not.

Jimin just nodded at me.

“Yeah, I like you.” He took hold of my hands and rubbed them with his thumbs. “I like how you don’t care what other people think about you, I like how you can talk so effortlessly with everybody, whether you met them before or not, I like it when you want to show off your art but you don’t want to be pushy, I like it when you take the freshman under your wings, I like how you’re so funny and caring, I like you.” I didn’t know what to say. He noticed that. “You don’t have to say much, just yes or no.” then he handed me a white note and I hesitantly took it.

Go to prom with me?

A big smile made it’s way onto my face and I laughed in joy. Then I looked at him and noticed that he looked at me with adoration in his eyes. Then I nodded.

“Of course I’ll go to prom with you.” He smiled so big I thought his face was going to crack and then he wrapped his arms around me and spun me around in circles. He put me down and I could see the hesitation in his eyes. I then took some of the control and pressed my lips to his.

anonymous asked:

"Who are you? I don't remember ever seeing you" Said to Zen. I can't tell if MC says this because they got in a fight or lost their memories (or both) but holy shit I like it. They/Them pronouns please!

Nothing really lasts forever, does it?

Not even stars sparkle for all eternity. They grow more dim and lose their shine eventually.

Sadly, this seems to apply for a particular star as well. A star once so bright and blinding to their dreamy eyes. A star that isn’t far out of reach – or used to be near and close, at least.

“I really don’t see your problem, babe,” Zen sighs, rolling his eyes, throwing his hands up in defense, clearly annoyed and frustrated. Hearing the sarcastic tone he puts to their pet name, has them frown.

What made their heart jump and what made them fluster formerly, what made them chuckle and feel loved, vanishes into thin air right there. His voice is no longer comforting to them, the lips that used to lovingly caress theirs, no longer speak words of affection. Instead, they cut sharp like a knife, matching the daggers his glare throws at them.

He used to be warm and gentle at all times. Used to be open arms and listening ears. Patient and considerate.

When has he lost his spark?

“Well, ‘babe’s’ problem is your attitude,” they respond, voice dry like cotton on their tongue. “I didn’t know you could be such a jerk.”

“Whatever,” he huffs roughly and averts his gaze. “I don’t need to listen to this bullshit.”

“If you care, you should!” Their chest stings and it feels like there’s a noose around their neck. Placed by no other than Zen himself, actually. It tightens around their skin as he just turns around to grab his keys and heads for the door. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out, isn’t that obvious?” he spits back, not even facing them. “I’m going for a ride.”

There’s a million thoughts that rush through their head. Fine, don’t come back though. If you leave now, don’t think I’ll want to see you again. It vividly and clearly lingers in their throat, ready to be shouted at him, but they swallow thickly, burying it.

“What happened, Zen?” they murmur instead and their hand grab his wrist to pretend him from running away and avoiding them. His skin, once feeling nothing but warm and gentle to them, leaving their own tingly whenever he touched them, feels like a sharp and rough edge now. “It’s like I don’t even know you anymore. What made you change?”

His eyes, stare blank and no longer full of passion and love, look right into their filled with tears ones, but his gaze doesn’t soften. “I’ve always been like this, you just failed to ever properly know me.”

“That’s not true,” they reply without even allowing him to finish his sentence properly. “The Zen I know wouldn’t say something like that and he wouldn’t just run away!”

He doesn’t answer, he just frees himself from their grip and reaches for his leather jacket. He doesn’t even say a goodbye, simply just raises his hand for a second to wave and goes through the door.

With each step he takes, each step walking further from them, he grows more distant. More distant than any star in the night sky and losing more and more of his shine and light.

history1304  asked:

4 ideas: i don't know if you will be interested by this one because it's not with the golden trio. The captain of each team of quidditch meet and talk and rant on their players. I would like to see the other captains like the captain of the slytherin because they understand that they play like that. Perhaps they can rant on the players.

I do like this prompt because I’m going to turn it into one of my favorite rare pairings in HP. Also gossiping about their players sounds like fun.

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anonymous asked:

ah, would it be okay if I request a cute lil thing?? of Todoroki and Izuku?? not tododeku, just,,, pure friendship,,, if that's okay, im so sorry for being a bother! it's fine if you don't do this!!

That’s more than okay, anon. Your requests are never a bother to me.  =)

(Though, you will have to assume that it can take me quite some time to answer the request. I try to be as fast as I can, but with all the requests I’m getting and school still on-going, that probably won’t be as fast as I would like to.)

Let’s see what I can do there:


Shouto isn’t really someone to express aloud when he is uncomfortable. Years of bad experiences have taught him that it is better to swallow down all his feelings and keep them close to heart, where nobody can see them, else he could risk to anger a certain someone with it.

But this time, he can’t help but groan aloud when he slumps down onto the bench near the training ground. He feels as if he is melting.

Perhaps trying to train the fire-part of his quirk on a hot summer day wasn’t the best idea he has ever had.

“Here. Perhaps this will help.”

Shouto startles out of his thoughts, looking up as Izuku hands him something.

An ice cream cone.  

“Thanks,” Shouto murmurs as he accepts the cold treat, holding it in both hands carefully.

He is ready to take the first bite, but there is something about the way Izuku keeps looking at him, almost expectantly, that makes him hesitate.

He looks over carefully, noting that Izuku is not eating his own ice cream yet. Instead, the other boy is looking from Shouto to his ice cream and back again, as if he is waiting for something.


Shouto takes a closer look at his own ice cream, wondering if there is something wrong with it. There are two different flavors of ice cream balanced on his cone. One creamy-white – vanilla, probably – and the other a hue of pink – he guesses that it is some kind of berry flavor. The two different colors are arranged neatly next to each other.

Shouto looks at it and… just doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand what is so funny about the ice cream.

He looks to Izuku for assistance, lifting an eyebrow at him.

Izuku’s expectant expression grumbles, and something akin to disappointment flashes over his face before he has himself back under control, managing a smile. “It’s… it was supposed to be a pun. You know, because the colors look similar to… your hair?”

It takes Izuku gesturing around his own head, tugging at a few strands of green hair until Shouto understands.


Sometimes, he really is oblivious, isn’t he?

“I see,” Shouto tilts his head to the side, taking in the sight of the melting goodness. “Is this the kind of pun I should feel insulted by?”

“No,” Izuku hesitates, grimacing. “Uh, well, it wasn’t supposed to be that kind of pun. If you feel insulted by it, I’m really sorry…!”

“I don’t feel insulted,” Shouto interrupted him, trying to stop the other before he could fall into rambling apologies. Izuku did that all too often, if one asked Shouto. As an afterthought, he added, “I just didn’t get the joke at first.”

“That’s okay, really! It wasn’t even a good joke, I guess.”

Shouto wants to insist that it was really. It probably was a really good pun, he just… isn’t used to joking.

There wasn’t much joking and laughter during his childhood. All of this is new to him, and he keeps overthinking everything.

But Izuku has already turned away, looking into the distance while eats his own ice cream – only vanilla – and kicks his legs into the air. There is a smile on his lips, but it looks strained and put on instead of the usual bright, happy smile that warms ones heart.

And Shouto feels a pang of uneasiness as he considers his friend’s – his first, his very first friend – expression. He feels like he has hurt or at least disappointed Izuku, somehow. After all, Izuku wasn’t really known for making puns, and yet, he tried it. For Shouto.

Shouto considers his ice cream once again. Izuku has gone through the trouble to get him two different ice cream flavors and arranged them neatly, just to make that pun. Perhaps he had hoped for a smile, or a laugh – just something at all.

Perhaps if he makes his own pun… Izuku would be cheered up by it? But he doesn’t know any puns. Just the one Izuku just made.

He will have to go with that, then.

Let’s see… Green. What was green, and eatable…?

“Broccoli,” Shouto says without thinking.

Next to him, Izuku stops kicking his legs into the air, making a startled “Huh?” sound.

Now that he has said it, he can’t really back out again, so Shouto decides to continue, expression deadpan, “I will buy you ice cream with broccoli flavor next time. As a pun.

There was a beat of silence where Izuku stares at him, unmoving. Just when Shouto thought his pun had been too horrible, Izuku huffed, paused, and then snorted out loud. In a matter of seconds, the boy was laughing aloud, doubling over and almost dropping his ice cream cone.

Shouto blinks, surprised by how well that has worked, before he can feel a smile make its way onto his expression. So he can make his friend laugh, too. It isn’t even that difficult. 

Izuku is still laughing when he manages to get out, “T-There is not even ice cream with that flavor!”

“There has to be,” Shouto insists, smile widening. “And I want to buy it for you.”

“It would taste horrible!”

“Uh… Spinach, then.”

“That’s not any better!”

Izuku’s laughter is contagious, and soon, Shouto finds himself chuckling and snorting, too, grinning at his friend who is laughing tears by now.

Sitting together, laughing themselves silly over a bad pun while their ice creams melts and drips over their fingers is not how either of the two boys has imagined their afternoon. But really – like this, even the summer heat seems to be bearable.


I’m sorry, anon, this is really not my best work. I feel kind of rusty? Gotta write more again.

I hope you liked it a bit, though! =D

What People Don't Understand About "Cluke"

I would like to make the 100% clear to anyone before reading this mini-rant that IN NO WAY DO I SHIP CLEMENTINE AS AN 11-YEAR-OLD with Luke. Pedophilia is messed up to the millionth degree. However, this doesn’t mean I don’t ship it in 6-7 years when Clem is a young adult and old enough to a) be in a relationship and b) make mature decisions on her own. Because at that point, I would completely ship it.

Let’s start at the beginning with your concerns. A very good place to start:

Concern #1: Why are people even considering this ship? What caused this ship to even set sail?

This was a pretty easy one. Luke and Clem had a pretty great relationship from the get-go. A strong brother-sister bond. Luke seems to really respect her as a member of the group and not just a dumb little girl. He is the only one of Clem’s new group to do this, and that got many to take notice. Whether it’s a brOTP or a ship, people love this relationship because it’s genuine and the two seem to suit each other in a non-pervy, natural way. The dialogue flows, the fun is there, and let’s be honest, we all sort of have a crush on Luke, so that’s a factor for us playing as Clem. 

We see the potential. We like the relationship. Age becomes a non-issue after your teenage years in the ZA. So do we think it’s possible for this friendship to go further after a couple of years? Well, why not? Everything for a strong relationship is in development.

Concern #2: How about that age gap?

Firstly, even in the world today, age really doesn’t play much of a role in relationships once two people are consenting adults. People “click” based on their opinions and maturity levels, and Clem’s maturity is off the charts. From my personal life, my aunt and uncle are 22 years apart and very much in love. Age has never been a problem for them. They have two gorgeous kids and just work together.

I could see a similar situation with Luke and Clem who just seem to get each other. Although the ship is strictly platonic now, it would be unreasonable to think that nothing at all would crop up between them in the future. In the Zombie Apoc, age matters EVEN LESS. At max, Luke might be 15-16 years older than Clem, but in a world where happiness is rare and choices for partners are limited, people in the same groups can’t help considering each other. Clem is a strong young lady, and one day when she’s older, partnering up with someone who fits that personality type wouldn’t be a bad idea. 

Concern #3: Wouldn’t it be pretty nasty if Luke wanted to hook up with a kid?

Of course it would! But the Cluke shippers (at least the rational ones) are hoping for a relationship between Clem and Luke in the future, NOT CURRENTLY. Those who want a relationship NOW are SICK IN THE HEADS, to put it mildly. 

Luke has no *shudders* attraction to Clementine right now. None. NONE PEOPLE. He loves her because he wants to look after her and finds her to be a really cool kid with a good head on her shoulders. I’m pretty sure if Cluke ever happened in a reasonable way, Clem would have to be nearing her twenties. I’m sure Luke would feel pretty uncomfortable about his feelings at first and Clem might have to initiate. But it would be a slow-burn sort of thing. Something that grew out of respect and admiration, not after, what I like to call, “the other half of Tumblr” lust or sexual urges…

The two of them are both too level-headed and rational to ever do anything “flingy”. If it happened, it would be a partnership. They’d look out for each other. Sort of like a ZA marriage of sorts. The group would be in on it and grow to accept it. It’s a new world order, and sometimes, love happens whether you see it coming or not.

Concern #4: Still! It’s pretty weird ending up dating someone you knew when they were a kid!

Yeah. I think Luke would kind of struggle with this, I can’t lie. He’s a level-headed person, like I said above. Even considering a relationship with Clem at any point would probably make him feel like a huge perv and put him into massive denial. He’d insist she was like his sister and nothing was going on, even if there was obvious chemistry, because that’s just his character. You can’t write Luke to be a pervy, childish pedo, because it doesn’t line up with what we know about him up to this point. Luke would probably really beat himself up over even the mildest attraction and try to put it completely out of his mind.

Clem, on the other hand, might be more able to move past this because of the time she’s growing up in. Whether she ever had crushes on him as a girl, as a young adult, Clem wouldn’t be as reluctant to consider the possibility. To her, Luke hasn’t changed at all, she’s just learned to love him more and maybe in different ways.

Concern #5: Luke’s probably not gonna last the season.

Don’t remind me. I love him too much.


These two have some growing-up to do together before one can even consider this a potential relationship. Most of what the Cluke shippers hope for is a good story and a lot of character development at the moment, and a relationship in a few years when Clem’s an adult. It’s not impossible. It’s not unreasonable. Things happen. Luke’s an awesome guy. Clem’s an awesome girl. I personally think they could be pretty happy together some day, as unlikely as it is that Luke lives to see that day. He’s a really nice guy with all the right stuff, and normally that means he has to die. I’m hoping that this time I’m wrong, but this is twd. No one’s ever really safe.

Cluke shippers see the potential for a great partnership on so many levels. It’s not as pervy as you might think. It could happen very naturally with time and age. Just like real life, people come together for all different reasons in all different circumstances. 

And most importantly, don’t hate on Luke. Poor guy doesn’t even have the first clue what us crazy fans have been scheming about. Appreciate him at face value! Telltale made him an awesome character. Hope this helps explain things!

anonymous asked:

ok so for some reason...I think having sex in your parents house with fratboy h during a holiday break is the HOTTEST thing ever (is that just me?) - the whole idea of getting caught is really hot. So anyways, it's Thanksgiving break & H is coming to your house because it's a shorter holiday. Your parents wanted H to stay in another room because they "don't want any trouble" in their house so it's like 2 in the morning & you can't sleep so you go to H's room & you knock on the door before (c)

slowly opening the door & you see him on his phone, blankets bunched at his waist as he’s scrolling through his phone & you can see how tousled his hair looks from tossing & turning. He sees you in the doorway & you walk towards him & he lifts the sheets up so you can get under them & he’s still laying down so you straddle his lap & bend down so you’re laying across his chest & it’s so warm?? “Can’t sleep,” he mumbles & his voice is so husky & ugh. “Me neither,” you say & you ask him if he could come with you downstairs to get a drink & he’s following you down the stairs & you start to make you both a cuppa & it’s just silent, but that’s ok. He’s leaning against the island in the center of your kitchen & you’re leaning against the counter & you’re both staring at each other. & you would notice how smooth his skin looked against his lean torso & his tattoos (FUCK ME YO) would deeply contrast against his slightly-pale skin & his arms are crossed over his chest, his biceps bulging & you can see how defined his veins are in his arms. & your eyes are scanning over his torso, traveling down to his v-line & to his boxers (or briefs?) & just then, the water boiler dings & you’re brought out of your reverie, spinning around to pour the water into each cup & H takes this time to look at YOU; your ducky pajama shorts adorning the legs he’s come to love, your skin glowing under the light - & it’s in this moment that it him AGAIN how you don’t compare to any other girl he’s been with & never will.

So he walks over & your back is still facing him as you’re finishing up the cuppas & when you turn around, you stumble back a bit, your back hitting the counter & the tea spilling just a bit onto your white shirt but he’s apologizing as you’re wetting a towel & scrubbing at your shirt, the material becoming more & more see through & he’s trying not to do anything rn because he can see how tired you are so you guys sit on the counter, sharing laughs & when you both finish & you wash the cups & put them away, H keeps looking at your shirt & how your shirt is still see through & he’s seeing how your perky nipples are strained against your shirt. So you walk over to him, hands on his neck as you pull him towards you & give him the softest kiss ever & when you pull away, bro, all you can look at are his lips, slightly parted, sweet from sugar and rosé pink. You’re running your thumb over his bottom lip as his hands are pulling you closer by your hips. He’s tugging at your shirt, his lips now near your ear as he whispers, “What’s this? You made a mess on your shirt, but I’m sure I could make an even bigger one - only if you will help me.” & you knees buckle slightly & your breathing as become even more shallow & the kitchen has become even more quiet as one of his hands moves up to cup your cheek as he gives you a chaste kiss- a huge contrast to the filthy words that poured from his lips.

But at this point, you want to move on & before you know it, you’re shoving him against a countertop your hands desperately trying to grab onto something & he’s pulling you onto him, trying to get any type of friction going between you two. & he’s knocking magazines & envelopes off of the countertop & you’re giggling in his ear to “be quiet, my parents might hear us” & you can hear the grin in his voice as he whispers “that just makes it even more exciting - almost getting caught, yeah? Wouldn’t want your parents finding out that their ‘innocent’ daughter isn’t so pure, huh?” & you’re pulling on his hand as you tug him up the stairs & into your bedroom. You close the door before turning around & pulling him into you, your lips moving together in a kiss so dirty, so raunchy, that that itself makes it feel like you’re sinning with a boy who’s the devil himself, the physical embodiment of lust, greed & pride.

You’re on you knees before him, pulling his boxers down & just the sight of his length makes your mouth water - precum dripping from his red tip & onto the floor, every vein & ridge accentuated. You pull back for a moment, gathering your hair up into a ponytail but he reaches over to pull on your wrist, “No, I want t’ hold it - love the feeling of your hair in my hands” so you let it go & he gathers it up again as you spit on his length, your hand pumping him to get him wet enough. You start by pressing a kiss to the tip & he hisses from sensitivity. You lick a strip up his length before putting him halfway into your mouth & he wants to thrust his hips, but he knows better so he pulls gently on your hair. You take your time as you put him further in, hollowing your cheeks & he’s moaning above you & trying his hardest to look down at you.

“You’re such a good girl, you know tha’” & that spurs you on to continue what you’re doing; taking him halfway in & he feels himself get closer to the brink. You slowly push him all the way in until the head hits the back of your throat & you gag a bit, spit dripping down your chin, your eyes watering. “You ok, Love?” he asks, his hand dipping down to cup your chin to wipe the spit away. You nod your head, determined to take him all the way in without stopping. You pump one hand once around his length, the other hand moving up to gently cup his balls & with each time that the head hits the back of your throat, you give his balls a gentle squeeze. You break away, dipping your head down to suck on his balls & he pulls even harder on your hair & you look up to find his head tilted back, his stomach quivering. You take his length all the way in your mouth one more time, moaning when he’s all the way in.

His legs are shaking a bit & he’s about to give out; the feeling of his sensitive tip against your vibrating throat almost sends him over the edge. He bucks his hips forward with so much force, a bit too much for you & you’re gently pushing on his thighs, a motion telling him to stop but he can’t help it & does it one more time, the head pushing too forcefully against the back of your throat & you pull away, coughing & gagging & he’s immediately brought out of his trance, cupping your face & pushing your hair back, “I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to.” You shake your head one more time, pushing his hands back into your hair as you take him all the way in one more time only to bob your head faster to get him closer to his climax & he’s whispering, “That’s it. That’s my girl. Such a good girl. Gonna make me cum, yeah? Gonna cum all over you.” & you look up at him, gently squeezing his balls & he takes in the sight of you, on your knees in those ducky shorts that he loves so much, your perky nipples pressing through your shirt, your fingers gingerly grasping onto his balls as the other is moving quickly up & down his length, your watering eyes staring up at him, a look of innocence adorning your face while doing an action so vulgar.

You moan one more time, squeezing his balls with a bit more force & taking him in as far as you can & the feelings are so overwhelming & he’s cumming in your mouth, pulling on your hair, struggling but failing to keep his moans under control, but he doesn’t even give a fuck if he wakes up your parents. He looks down, his vision blurred & he sees you kneeling, cum spurting from him still, & he pulls out, spilling himself over you, making a mess on your shirt once again. & when he finally calmed down, you get up to go to your bathroom to clean yourself up & he’s following you, feeling like a drunkard because that climax hit him SO hard & he’s still recovering. & oh my god :( you’d be wiping yourself clean & he feels so bad because he pushed your limits a bit at a point, & he’s lazily brushing your hair out of your face murmuring, “I’m sorry. I know I pushed you a bit too far.” & you’re all ?? & you’re shaking your head no, turning to look at him & you say, “no no no. It’s ok. I actually enjoyed it.” & he’s thinking of all the things he can do with you before you interrupt him, “However, I think my parents might have heard you.” & you’re smirking, not even looking at him & he replies with, “Yeah? Guess they know that their daughter isn’t so innocent, huh?” & he’s lifting you onto the counter to make YOU scream. ~S      

STOP THIS!!!!!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!

i like the idea that while root was clearly portrayed as neurodivergent on the show, we never get a clear diagnosis with her as we do with shaw. (i would say that a psychologist would have a field day with her, but we all know how that one turned out…) one thing however, that i feel like is evident is that she experiences emotions in a very intense way. she spends the entire first two seasons (and probably the 20 years prior to that), simmering with anger, and whenever the lid barely containing it comes off, we see just how much she feels under those creepy empty smiles.

and it’s so rewarding that the show didn’t just write her off as a big ol’ always the villain as a result of that? instead we see her evolution in a completely organic way that never betrays her character and how she processes the world around her. we see a character with clear sociopathic behaviour (no offense root and writers, but i don’t think that that only means what you think it means) turn out to be a hero, without changing that, without ‘curing’ her of her non-neurotypical ways, without asking the audience to just chalk it all up to her sob story. (to this very day i’m still not over how when asked to explain her actions with her ~tragic childhood trauma~ by harold, instead she legit patronizes him. and that’s a reminder to the audience as well, because while losing her friend at 12 to disinterest just as much as to cruelty may have shaped her view of the world in a drastic way, it was an inciting event rather than some magical occurrence that suddenly turned her into someone prone to violence.)

which is why it’s also fascinating to see her getting paired up with shaw of all people, someone who also experiences emotions in a way that’s out of the ordinary, but in the complete opposite side of the spectrum. and to see them - for the little time that we had - accepting each other completely, understanding that even if they feel things differently, it doesn’t make it any less real to them, to share that kind of intimacy with each other, without it ever feeling disingenuous to their characters… it’s almost crazy to think about how that wasn’t always part of the plan, how the only reason we got to experience this relationship is because the actors had such an obvious chemistry in their first scene together, and it made the writers realize that there’s a potential there (- thanks for that btw).

basically what i’m saying is that i’m just really grateful to have experienced root’s journey and her character as a whole, something of a kind that i don’t expect to see anywhere near in the future, if ever again.

Five Times Stiles and Isaac Didn't Switch Bodies – And One Time They Did

For Mal because she asked for Stisaac for this prompt! I hope this cheers you up a little bit!

1. Lydia

Lydia is not fooled for even a second. When someone hugs her from behind and whispers “Lydia, my strawberry blonde goddess” into her ear, she just shoves him off and without looking away from her course book says:

“Go and bother Stiles, Isaac, I’m busy.”

It doesn’t work unfortunately; he just drops into the chair next to her and keeps talking.

“But I am Stiles! We switched bodies; you need to help us change back!”

Lydia rolls her eyes.

“Not now, I’m busy. Just, go and make out or something.”

She sneaks a look at him from the corner of her eye, and wow, that is a bright red blush. Bingo.

“I’m not – we’re not – what are you – ” Isaac starts spluttering and seems to have already forgotten his claim that he was Stiles.

Lydia just smirks and says innocently: “Oh do you no longer want to kiss Isaac, Stiles? You told me just this morning that you want to grab him by one of his stupid scarves and kiss him silly, didn’t you?”

Of course he didn’t, Stiles is as deep in denial as Isaac is, if not even deeper. But Isaac, or should she call him “Stiles”, doesn’t, of course. Not that it would make any difference, he seems to have lost all higher brain function at that little tidbit of information.

“I, I have to go!”

Isaac stands up, knocking over his chair in his hurry to get away from her. He almost falls over it when he tries to pick it up and take a step over it at the same time.

Lydia sniggers and watches Isaac bump into several more tables on his way out of the room.

She’d almost believe that they’d switched bodies now.

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Don't Worry So Much (Part Five - Calum Hood)

Don’t Worry So Much (All Parts)

Back by popular demand - Laney

Calum stood in front of you, holding out an arm and keeping you on the counter, placing himself between you and Ashton. He didn’t want you getting in the middle of whatever was about to happen. “Ashton, mate, I know how this must look to you, but…”

“Oh you know; do you?” Ashton took a step into the kitchen, cracking his knuckles in front of his chest. “You know how it looks to walk in on your best friend taking advantage of your sister while she’s feeling vulnerable?! Just because you saved her from that scumbag doesn’t give you the right to finish what he started!” Ashton got up in Calum’s face, practically screaming at him in his fit of rage. He’d trusted Calum with you, his innocent little sister, and this is how he repays his trust.

“Ashton he didn’t….” You tried to defend Calum, but you were quiet, and Ashton had started yelling at him again, drowning out the sound of your pleading voice.

Ashton shoved Calum back away from you, forcing Calum to let go of you before you fell off the counter. Calum stumbled but took the blow. He wasn’t going to hit back; he didn’t want to fight with Ashton. He wasn’t about to give him more of a reason to be angry. Calum understood why Ashton was mad; he would be too.

“If you think,” Ashton put a finger in Calum’s face, “I’m ever going to let you near her again, then you’ve got another thing coming, Cal.”

Calum rolled his eyes. He found that to be ridiculous; just because you and Ashton lived alone didn’t mean Ashton owned you. “I think that decision is up to your sister, my friend. If she wants to see me again, you can’t stop her, or me.”

Ashton’s voice came out in a growl. He gripped Calum by the front of his shirt and pulled him close, lifting Calum’s feet a bit off the ground in the process. “I can, and I will. You get out of here. Don’t come back, or I will knock you senseless.”

“This is her house too,” Calum knocked Ashton’s hands away and landed easily back on his feet, getting just as close to Ashton as Ashton had been to him. “This is as much her decision as it is yours.”

“Fuck you, Calum!” Ashton pushed Calum hard, sending him hurtling back into the corner of the counter, making Calum groan out at the sharp edge in his spine. “She’s my sister, and this is my house!”

Calum was fed up with this. Ashton wasn’t listening to reason. He pushed himself off the counter and shoved Ashton back against the wall, pinning him there. “She’s my girlfriend, Irwin. You think you can keep me away from her? Even if that was a good idea, she’s mine now. I’m staying till she tells me otherwise.”

Ashton gritted his teeth and sent his knee up into Calum’s crotch. Calum groaned and bent over in pain, and just as he was getting back to his feet he saw Ashton winding up for the first real punch.

You’d had it. Ashton was being completely irrational, and Calum wasn’t doing much to diffuse the situation. You saw Ashton winding up a punch, and you jumped down off the counter. You were not about to have them, two best friends for as long as you could remember, beat the shit out of each other just because you kissed Calum.

You ran forward and pushed Calum out of the way of the punch. He was still aching and bent slightly from the knee Ashton had gave him so it really didn’t take any muscle to make him tumble out of the path, thank goodness.

But by the time Ashton realized that you had intervened, it was too late. He couldn’t stop the force behind his fist, and it was almost slow motion watching his knuckles collide with the side of your cheek.

You crumpled to the floor in a heap. If there was one bad boy stereotype your brother filled it was that he got in a lot of fights, and in those fights he had certainly learned how to throw a punch. You only realized this now as you lay on the floor, seeing stars with a horrible pain on the side of your face.

“No,” Ashton said breathlessly above you. His other hand slapped over his mouth, and his fist that threw the punch stayed clenched at his side. He had just hit his own sister. The singular most important person in his life was sprawled out on the floor in pain, and he was the one who threw the punch. His eyes welled with tears as he stumbled back away from you, collapsing to his knees when his back hit the wall.

Calum was on his knees a few feet from you, where he’d landed when you pushed him out of the way. He was literally speechless. After all the time he’d spent with Ashton he’d come to realize that Ashton loved you more than he’d ever loved anything. He’d seen Ashton punch a lot of people; hell, Ashton had even punched him a few times over the years. Calum had gone his entire life knowing, without a shadow of a doubt,that you were the one person Ashton would never lay a hand on, or allow anyone to lay a hand on.

Yet there you lay, between the two of them on the floor, a bruise already forming on your cheek, a trickle of blood running from your mouth onto the floor.

Calum snapped out of his daze as he saw you bleed onto the kitchen tile. He crawled over to you and stroked a piece of hair out of your face, trying to gage how you were. Your expression immediately read fear, and Calum’s hand dropped away. Your eyes were closed but the way you scrunched up away from his hand said more than your words ever could. “(Y/n),” Calum spoke in as soft a voice as he could manage. “(Y/n) I’m going to pick you up and take you to my car okay?”

You didn’t respond, but this time when Calum touched you, you didn’t shrink away. He took that as a good sign and slid his hands under you, lifting you to his chest and rising from the floor. Calum spared a glance down at Ashton as he left, but Ashton wasn’t looking at him. Ashton was staring at his fist, like it was some kind of alien creature, like he wanted it chopped off and thrown out at sea. He looked disgusted with himself.

Calum kept walking and carried you outside. He walked to his car, parked at the middle of the block halfway between Luke’s and Ashton’s houses. “Hang on, beautiful,” he shifted you to one arm for a brief second and opened the door, setting you down in the passenger seat and making sure you were buckled in. “I’ve got you,” he whispered. Calum spared a moment to glance back up at the house as he circled around the car. Ashton was standing there in the doorway, red faced, his body shaking with silent sobs from the tears that flowed freely down his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” Ashton whispered, but Calum had already turned away, and your eyes were still glued shut. No one saw; no one heard. And you and Calum drove off, leaving him there in the doorway, hopeless.


fandom: girl meets world
pairing: riley matthews & lucas friar 
word count: 1,462 words 
summary: in which texan loner lucas friar contemplates strange duck riley matthews. // or lucas’ thoughts during world of terror 3 and the conversation that occurs when they’re alone in the school hallway.

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As Lucas stalked through the back hallway of Abigail Adams High School, he had to briefly consider to himself why he even cared that much. He and Riley Matthews had only spoken a handful of words to each other, before yesterday’s conversation between them at the cafe, in the two years that he had lived in New York. He really had no idea why he cared so much about what happened to her, or why he had almost opened up to her during their conversation yesterday.

There was just something about her that seemed, familiar to him, almost. He really didn’t know how to describe and honestly, he was trying his hardest to ignore it, he didn’t want to care about anyone. He had spent two years all by himself, and he had been doing just fine. The last thing he needed was to care too much about someone and have a repeat of what happened back in Texas.

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R & RC

So…I saw the whole Relationships & Red Carpets episode on the internet and it drives me insane.

I just… I’ve waited so much for this and it’s totally perfect! I can’t believe it guys! Three seasons, three amazing seasons… 

I’ll just talk about it…

1. The only scene that I’d seen before episode premiered was with them( Austin and Ally) walking in the practice room and hearing “ Auslly”  from Austin/Ross’s mouth made me wait. It’s just so sweet, thank you A & A writers!

2. Carrie is moving to LA?! Poor Dez…

3. So mister Jimmy Jerk Starr, dating Ally would make Austin’s fans to not buy his albums, but dating your daughter, Kirra is okay?! You’re such a jerk!( Good actor btw!)

4. It’s so funny that scene when they try to not hug and hold their hands, but they end doing these things anyway. (“Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone’s bad qualities because they somehow complete you.” )

5.I just love the way they were dressed and I totally enjoyed that parents’s scene.

6.Ohh Trish! She can be so sweet sometimes!  And Austin’s arrive? Oh My God,It felt so real…( I couldn’t stop but think at Ross too. Yep, Raura movie. * I can’t help it *). And man , when he saw her, he looked so lost...#loststaringatmygirl . But again, Jimmy Jerk comes in.( And Austin was trying to kiss or hug her or something. I liked Jimmy so much, but now.. Ugh!)

7. “You look cool, bro!”, and then it comes punch no. 1. I laughed so hard. I had tears in my eyes. It looked like she used some power. 

    “I just want to be near you.” Aww, my heart…

8. The interview… Really Aus’, really?! What can I say about Austin? He’s as good at hiding his feelings as Ross is, so yeah.. And BTW, who the hell is Jasmine? She needs to know what is personal space .

 ’‘Austin and Ally are definitely not a couple.“

’'Definitely not, bro.”(And here we go Ally, punch no. 2. That was even more hilarious than the first one. It looked painful a little and judging by Ross’ face, he was a little amused. Poor Austin…or not!)

9.Jerk? Now Jimmy is an ass and an… You know, he doesn't even worth the calories I burn talking about him.How can he be so heartless? C'mon! We’re talking about Austin freaking Moon! This guy brought him thousands of dollars!

  And seriously Dez? Screaming? Very subtle. 

10. This scene outside is just too emotional for me. Tears in my eyes because of that stupid guitar, because Ally can’t say that and Austin can’t just break like that (almost crying while he was saying: ‘‘I don’t want to lose you again!“) and him patting her with his hand, their foreheads touching…

 ” Maybe we’re not just meant to be together.“- you must kiddin’. You’re more than meant to be Ally! For God’s sake! You are a perfect match!!!!  

’'We’ll always be friends, best friends.” - Yes, but you’ll also always be more than best friends too

“A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other. Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever.“

It’s just too emotional for me. 

11.Dez, LA. Poor Austin!

’'Without love, what is the point of any of this?”

 Okay Dez, this thing made me cry so much! One of the sweetest things ever!

12. Austin and Ally’s parents are just amazing! And seriously? How can that girl win when she’s competing with Ally Moon Dawson and Austin Monica Moon?!

13. Oh My God, Austin! You’re not doing what I think you’re doing… And Dez..He’s just Dez. 

“I can’t hide it anymore. When I came here tonight I was so excited to tell the world that I have a girlfriend. And her name is Ally Dawson. Ally, when I first met you I had no idea you’d be the best thing that ever happend to me. I can’t imagine my life without you. I love you Ally!”

The BEST thing ever! Austin Moon is the most romantic guy I’ve ever seen! He risked his career for Ally. He would do anything for her. And I’m crying. Like a Baby. 

I can’t not notice the way he said “love”. It sounds so strongly and full of meanings and… love.

14. The kiss was a necessity, a need. You can’t practically give up on your career for somebody because you love her with all you have and not expressing it in a kiss!

And that happend. That kiss was full of emotions and feelings and sweetness and love. And Auslly.[ And Raura. It doesn’t matter they don’t love each other that way *cough* yet  * cough*, their friendship is STRONG and they like each other and I think Austin’s declaration was real. They’d looked pretty nervous and emotional before they kissed. And that makes me so happy because it was real. It wasn’t scripted ( “THEY COULDN’T STOP THE LOVE!” - Ellington Ratliif) , it was an understanding by eyes. I think both of them are kind of 'scared’, confused about their feelings.The attraction and that confusing thing that happens between them( Ross and Laura) made that kiss even more perfect.]

15. And the end was just how it supposed to end you know? It felt right even through it brings us some questions.

“You’re ready to do this?”

“Yes I am.”

And I am so ready for season 4.

*I’ve just realized they wore red and blue twice on this episode ( first time when they told Jimmy about them dating again and second time at the finale). *They wear these colors like almost every time when they sing together *

This episode just rocks, okay? It’s full of sweet and sad moments. They’ve grown up so much!

I remember season 1 -Ally was a talented girl with stage fright, and Austin, that rockstar at the begging of his road, and Dez with his stupid jokes and Trish with those amazing jobs!

Austin & Ally is the best Disney show ever. I want a season 5 too. And a season 6.

in which laurie rewatches ‘o brother where art thou’ and actually doesn’t hate it: a summary

(please note that this rewatch was done entirely with this meta in mind)

  • lucifer @ crowley: “you’re too kind… to yourself” not only is this fucking hilarious but i also missed it the first go round. i have no idea how. but it’s funny
  • lucifer’s reaction to seeing crowley for the first time is pure fury, mingled with annoyance. his reaction when sam is pointed out is an almost immediate shift into humor, obviously trying to cover something else up. what that something else is is unknown but clearly he feels less secure about himself re: that feeling than he does with his anger and disgust towards crowley. why should he try to hide his feelings from sam, a trend that then continues for the rest of the episode, instead of just outright show it? 
  • when sam says the darkness has been freed lucifer immediately shoots back with: “however did that happen?” it’s just sarcastic enough to be picked up on if you’re listening for it and clearly sam catches it, giving lucifer a self-deprecating little smile. lucifer knows the answer to his own question. and sam knows he knows. they’re playing off each other. this is an old song and dance and they both know all the words and all the steps. sam probably hates that he knows lucifer well enough, and vice versa, for them to pick up on that from each other, but the fact remains that they do, and sam looks more comfortable with that notion than he’s looked about anything in several seasons. including accepting dean as a demon
  • lucifer’s two main god-related quotes: “god says jump, everyone says ‘how high?’” and “god needs me to” [put amara back in lockdown]. essentially here he’s saying ‘i know you’re only here, paying attention to me, because someone else is making you’. tie-in with his earlier quote of “i don’t really get visitors”. is he lonely? well, he’d never admit that to himself or to anyone else. but it’s certainly implied
  • the pacing and bar-grabbing he does throughout the episode is a brilliant acting choice on pellegrino’s part. lucifer is looking and acting exactly like a caged animal that has been cooped up and alone for far too long and is now finally getting to expend some of his enormous energy on a task. yes it’s all dialogue but if someone is brilliant and they don’t have any way to use their brilliance they feel as tense and uncomfortable and squashed down as an athlete would without a game to play. this is the first time in thousands of years that lucifer’s had someone other than himself to converse with (wherever michael is, it’s clear he’s not here, and it’s doubtful he and lucifer were having discussions prior to this meeting anyway). not only that, but he has sam! his equal in everything: intellect, experience, thoughts, etc. pressing himself against the bars like he’s trying to get as close to the one and only being he’s ever identified with to any degree is not a mistake. he’s as petulant as a child but the fact remains he’s disconnected from everyone, either by deliberate cutting off or by simply thinking no one else could understand what he’s gone through. sam is the only thing, human or otherwise, who could ever get that. of course he wants to be near him
  • i’m still not a huge fan of the ending with the bunk-mate jokes but again, it falls under the category of “how do i show my emotions without actually showing them?” lucifer’s probably as angry with sam for leaving the cage as sam is guilty for doing so (and it’s clear that he has felt some modicum of guilt in the past over that, through the obvious relaxed state he’s in with hallucifer in s7 to now, when he’s obviously relieved to feel calm in lucifer’s presence, as though he considered it to be a bad thing that he wanted nearness to his other half). i don’t believe lucifer would ever physically hurt sam but he’s lucifer, petulant as i said, and he probably doesn’t know the circumstances in which sam was forced to leave the cage during s6. it’s possible he could have the patience to listen to sam explain it but it’s doubtful right now in his mindset that he would, and it’s even more doubtful that sam, who still doesn’t know his hallucinations were cage-influenced, would actually want to tell him. hopefully this will be fixed during the second half of the season, but in the meantime we just have to remember: lucifer’s furious. sam’s guilty and scared. lucifer can’t show his emotions due to pride and his ever-present need to be in complete control of the situation. do i wish they hadn’t done the jokes? yes. but lucifer’s tense and on the defensive and he hasn’t interacted with anyone since the end of season five, and for millions of years before that
  • what it really all boils down to in the end is that lucifer wants to help sam and sam wants lucifer’s help. but sam cannot say yes due to his own personal beliefs, and lucifer cannot help sam in the way sam wants because that would be giving in. hopefully they can come to some kind of compromise, because for right now, this is just too fucking heartbreaking 
nostalgicphile replied to your post:Imagine if either Gillian or David hosted SNL, and…

Please share two or three of the 50 thousand other things??

Oh, man. Where do I start. 

Well, even just in an SNL context. One thing I want is for Gillian to host (she’s due) and David to be in the audience asking obnoxious questions. And either she has to tersely brush him off, or he’s wearing a fake mustache or something and pretending to be someone else, or pretending to be an X-Files fan (that is a cliche but a reliable one), or, the possibilities are endless. Heck, he could switch out wigs and be a creepy fan of XF, Hannibal, The Fall and her BBC stuff respectively (you know, the Hannibal guy would ask something murdery; the BBC guy you could do some PBS-ish riff about tote bags or something; I don’t know what I’d do for the Fall one, hmm). Or one scenario I have imagined to the last detail in my head considered is, the whole gag is that it’s finally Gillian’s time to host and she’s all doing her thing in the monologue and then David pops onstage and tries to mansplain hosting to her and tell her how it’s done (since he’s done it a couple times) and she gets mad and they get in a big (fake) argument/power struggle about it. This would work much better now that the notion of them not getting along has gone from “actual circumstance that makes everyone sad and uncomfortable” to “hilarious joke that we get the giggles over on a talk show.”

I’m not going to go too deeply into the well of SNL possibilities because I could nerd out all day long. I will say that I DON’T want her/them on the now-apparently-recurring sketch where three people are relating their abduction experiences and for two of them it was beautiful and mysterious and then Kate McKinnon’s is hilariously gross. One, the second installment of that was disappointing and I wish it had been left at just the first one because it was perfect. Two, they are basically out of premises already (they did alien abduction and near-death experience). Three, logically Gillian (or Gillian and David) would go in the straight-man slot where Aidy Bryant is now and that would be boring. Basically, it would be all about Kate McKinnon being hilarious, which is great of course (and generally my favorite thing on SNL these days) but would not be exciting from a GA (or GA/DD) standpoint. 

On the other hand, i would like to see Gillian do the Girlfriends Talk Show sketch with Aidy and Cecily. She could be a mean girl. Or a baby nerd. Or really anything. That would be an example of something that I feel like would let her get funny but not be like, a straight impression or require her to kind of imitate someone else’s character. That’s just one thought. I would also be down to have her parody any/the general vibe of her BBC period stuff. I feel like she has done enough of that stuff that she would nail the fuck out of a spoof of it.

OK, enough SNL. I once posted about stuff I would love to see DD and GA do together outside of XF. All of that still stands – to sum up, my suggestions were basically: gritty drama where they are in an unhealthy/dysfunctional relationship of some kind; modern romcom where they have minor normal-people problems and some kind of familiar relationship like maybe exes; something where they play siblings. 

Basically, what I CRAVE to see them do together is something that has a realism and verité kind of quality. I want them messy, swearing, un-made-up; I want improvised start-and-stop dialogue; I want romantic complications; I want addiction and other difficulty; I want realistic hurt feelings; I want personal failings. I want to see them break out of the XF, as Gillian has taken to tactfully putting it, “formal” model, which not only encompasses CC’s dialogue but also the general mythic-level kind of “hero quest” vibe of that show (which, to clarify, I LOVE, but I want to see them do something that isn’t that). I am DYING to see them do that. When Gillian has a new role, the less campy it is and the more normal-modern-day-human her styling is (and the less they have her playing a stonefaced alpha boss type, which I’m officially tired of yo), the more excited I get. Any kind of precious indie thing that they were in, I would be ecstatic about. (Please no Wes Anderson. Not that kind of indie.) And/or, I kind of want David to write/direct something and cast her in it because I would be fascinated to see what kind of stuff he writes for her/what he sees as her strengths or the kind of character she would be good at playing. So let’s do all of that. 

And like, I would certainly TAKE a sex scene…I’m not saying I WOULDN’T… 👀 👀 👀 but, really I just want to see them act the fuck out of something together that isn’t Mulder and Scully. Just to see how they would do that. As I said in the older post, I think it would be really hard for them (to access their non-XF acting toolkits with each other) and that would be interesting for meeeeeeee. 

Anyway, to get back to the original point of this: It’s not that I DON’T want them to do an I Love Lucy thing, but I don’t personally have a big interest in that show and the general vibe of it is not something I am a particularly huge fan of (confession: I was never a huge lover of that shoot she did that included the Lucy stuff; now it’s everywhere again and I’m like, of all the photoshoots…), so even though I LOVE that she/David/CC are always referencing them as Ricky and Lucy (and I’m dying over “He’s funny, and I’m an idiot”), I like the IDEA of them teaming up to do something push-and-pull/snappy/sparky/funny more than I would be excited about a literal tribute. Also I don’t want David attempting to do a Cuban accent, heh.

anonymous asked:

Andy, this isn't going to help anyone. Burning the american flag means you're burning a symbol of self-government, equal opportunity, freedom of speech, and a belief in progress for America. It does not mean you are against cops who wrongfully shoot people. You do realize that the protesting for this that has been hapening has come with looting and atempts to kill cops right? I don't think this is what we need to stop unjustified cops from shooting people.

Before I jump into this even further: do not even dare to take such a familiar tone with me like off anon we are friends. If we were actual friends you would know better than to use my real name on my blog anymore considering my stalkers and you would have brought this up with me on skype. Any further messages you send me using my name or this familiar tone you think is fucking okay are going to be ignored.

As for what you said I can not actually believe you think that stance is an okay one to have and I can not believe you are saying that the small portion of looters (there were only 20-25 reported to have been looting and the other protesters worked together to shut them down to avoid escalating the situation) and the even smaller portion of those who escalated violence against the already violent police members (this one I have not even heard of this entire two month long deal and I have been following the news religiously so part of me is under the assumption you’re either getting your information from the police or are making it up) are a more important focus than the hundreds who are being harmed and the ever growing number of ones being murdered.

Regarding your continuing of prioritizing a flag over real lives other tumblr users have said it better than I ever could:

So basically we shouldnt burn the flag because it represents all of the privileges afforded to White people. […] We [PoC persons] didnt start out with no damn freedom, justice and the right to happiness. Get that through your head. We [PoC persons] have a right to be angry, and have all the right to burn that bullshit ass flag that has brought nothing but pain, terror and death to uspostracialcomments

Yes it is a symbol. But the shootings that have been occurring are people. Their country hasn’t protected them. Those that were supposed to protect them are killing them. Take that outrage about the burning of that symbol, and put it towards getting them justice. You care more about the burning of a symbol, than innocent lives loss. What does that say about the country that that symbol represents.hungry-horny-feminist

“ "but the flag is a symbol of all the good things that america represents. freedom,justice and the right to happiness; ALL THE IDEALS WE STARTED OUT WITH BUT SEEM TO HAVE LOST ALONG THE WAY. i still believe we can get  someday and i hope you do too.” 
you know; colonization, genocide, enslavement, xenophobia, sexism, classismbe-blackstar

The ideals we started out with really aren’t that different from today and the fact that white people are more concerned about a Jo Ann Fabrics creation than actual human lives proves tf out of that. The flag has ALWAYS been more important than Black lives.dopenmind

The false representation of that freedom that comes with that flag is apparently worth more than the masses of young black men and women who die simply because they exist.srizzzzler

Do you ever think that maybe, just maybe, the way we keep losing the “good ideals” and end up with the bad ones might have something to do with the fact that we pledge allegiance to a flag rather than to each other or to those ideals?
Do you ever think that maybe the better world you talk about might be a little bit easier to get to if we got rid of this idea that something can embody just the good parts of the United States of America and remain completely untouched by ongoing travesties like colonialism, genocide, slavery, segregation, and state violence?
I mean, I’m not sure what part of the problem-solving process is to ignore everything that’s wrong and shout about all the things that are—or COULD BE, maybe, one day—good. I’m not even sure how that helps.
Maybe part of the problem is that for so many of us, a symbol is enough. The promise of equality for all is enough. The belief in truth, justice, and warm sweaters for puppy dogs at Christmas—or even the belief that we believe in those things—is enough.
"We hold these truths to be self-evident” are words. Industrialized slavery of a scope and form the world had never seen was an action. Acting like the flag is only a symbol for the words, that the flag only stands for the good the United States has… mouthed… and not the deeds we have done is not the route to a better world. It’s how we got here. It’s how we stay here.
If you honestly believe we can do better, why don’t you act like it? Hold our flag to a higher standard than “WELL OUR ANCESTORS SAID A BUNCH OF NICE THINGS.”boo-author

This country began with slavery, genocide and colonialism of people of color. That is what the American flag stands for. This country has not ever been for freedom and justice. Its been for the success of rich white men at the expense of everyone else.sourcedumal

Disrespecting and defacing a symbol of our country is no where near the abhorrence of the prospect that our government does not punish, and thereby ordains the murder of its citizens. Burning a flag is a fucking symbol, taking lives is not.thecandybomber

and finally…

That thing where a certain group of people are more outraged over a piece of polysynthetic fiber than the horrific loss of Black life in this country.“ @redphilistine