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episode one :: Yuuri Katsuki is the most beautiful disaster that Victor has ever met in his entire life, and Victor has built his empire on beautiful disasters.



Victor isn’t sure he knows what he’s doing anymore by the time casting rolls around for season 22 of The Bachelor.  Okay, he knows what he’s doing, but it’s all autopilot.  He’s got a dossier of Chip Vanderbones and Tad Hardbeefs to look at, but is almost resigned enough to just give into Lilia and Yakov’s suggestion to cast Georgi Popovich, notorious histrionic Bachelorette season 10 runner-up, as this season’s lead out of sheer notgivingafuckness.  At this point Victor isn’t even sure whether he really wants to be in this game at all anymore, but what the hell else he would do besides sleep for a thousand years if he retired before thirty?  

And then Phichit Chulanont comes into his office to distract him during a conference call with Yakov to tell him a story about his friend who just crashed and burned at the Figure Skating Grand Prix Finals, and everything click click clicks into place: redemption narrative.  Twenty young men are going for the gold, but only one can win the heart of Yuuri Katsuki– he can hear the promos, see the character arcs unfold, and the narratives rush through him like they’ve always lived inside him and it feels–exciting.  

“Phichit,” Victor says suddenly, interrupting Phichit and grabbing him from across his desk.  “We have to get him.  He’s our next bachelor.”

“Oh my God,” Phichit replies, eyes widening, and then again, “Oh my God.

“Do you think you could get him?” Victor asks.  He’s seeing figure skating dates, thematic destination shoots in Chile and Finland and Iceland, “The Bachelor: Love on Ice” title screen flashing over two champagne glasses on the lip of an outdoor hot tub.  

“Do I think I can get him,” Phichit repeats dismissively, looking the closest to offended that Victor has ever seen him.  “What do you think you hired me for, Nikiforov.”

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anonymous asked:

I think the most important question of all time is if Derek prefers belly rubs, or is he the kind of 'clingy when cuddling' boyfriend so he just lays on top of Stiles and lets him rub his back (and sometimes his butt) ? My personal headcanon is that werewolves can get sort of stoned from their mate's scent and Derek once a month likes to climb into Stiles' lap and melt into his arms surrounded by his boyfriend's scent. Bonus pie points if Derek steals Stiles' shirts to wear when he's napping

You have no idea how much I just screamed over this ask. This is being filed under “favourites”, for sure. 

I think Derek is the type of guy who really, really likes cuddles and anything that involves getting to touch Stiles, but pretends he’s completely indifferent to it/does it only to “shut Stiles up”. Which, you know, is complete lies. The first time Stiles sleeps next to Derek in a bed, it’s painfully obvious Derek wants to cuddle but he just doesn’t know how to go about asking. Poor, awkward lamb. Stiles nearly makes a joke at Derek’s expense about how obvious it is because, well, but he refrains at the last minute upon seeing Derek’s face - Derek doesn’t just look nervous, he looks scared, like he might be rejected - and shaking his head (because this adorable asshole) Stiles shifts closer and hastily mumbles something about not having his pillow, “so you’ll have to do, big guy”.

Before they get together, it takes a while for Derek to get used to being tactile with Stiles. Derek is fine touching other people - he has the control that way - but he’s still not good with people touching him. Unfortunately, that’s not a great combination when you are a touch starved werewolf with trust issues, because it pretty much means the only kind of physical contact Derek ever receives is either in life or death situations or during (not so fun and friendly) pack training sessions. Not ideal. Of course, after a while, Stiles clocks this. 

Stiles has known about Derek’s touch issues since he first met him, but it’s better now (he thinks). So he tries small things: sitting next to Derek during pack movie nights and pressing his leg against his; letting himself fall asleep on Derek’s shoulder (desperately trying not to read too much into it when Derek doesn’t move away); and, a few times, hugging Derek goodbye and lingering longer than he should each time he does it. 

After a while, Derek starts touching Stiles back. One day, he just crawls through Stiles’ window and sits by Stiles’ bed until Stiles - very tired and not thinking things through too much - puts a hand on Derek’s shoulder and tells him in no uncertain terms “ to get up here for some Stilinski spooning time”. Derek grumbles at that but he’s in Stiles’ bed exactly twenty seconds later, which gives Stiles major pause for thought. 

Major.

And listen, this is how it goes on. They aren’t even together but Derek touching Stiles and being touched by him soon becomes A Thing. For both of them. A very important thing. The life of Derek Hale suddenly becomes about three things: the pack, Cora, and Stiles. 

Sometimes, Stiles sleeps over at the loft. Not for any reason other than the fact Stiles does a lot of late night research there, but after a while it kind of becomes apparent Stiles is there for “research times” and what he has come to call “Derek’s personal pillow times”. Derek’s person pillow times often involve Derek shyly (but somehow still grumpily) crawling into Stiles’ lap and (not so subtly) scenting him. Stiles asked about the scenting thing once and Derek stopped for three weeks, entirely embarrassed - Derek had looked so upset and torn about the whole thing (aka, he looked like a hurt five year old) that eventually Stiles had just marched into the loft, stuck Batman on, and told Derek to get his “fluffy butt in here. I mean it Derek, my neck is lonely now. Don’t leave a bro in need like this, it’s accustomed to your snout!” Stiles expected Derek to either throw him out or snark at him for that but instead, Derek shuffled - actually shuffled - into the room (still appearing out of nowhere, the creepy show off), holding himself rather tight, before crawling into Stiles’ lap and staying there for exactly 2.5 Batman movies, face buried in Stiles’ neck. (Stiles does not grin manically when he feels Derek’s whole body sag against him, like he hasn’t been able to settle without him.) 

During Stiles’ second year of college, they have their first kiss. Well, if a first kiss can be called a first kiss when the dude you are hard core crushing on puts a finger to your lips half way through your perfectly valid rant about why Princess Leia is The Best, stares into your eyes for a solid three minutes (and somehow makes it both awkward and the best fucking thing you have ever experienced when looking at someone), before placing a very soft and intimate kiss to your neck. Stiles has no idea what it even means until he eventually plucks up the courage to ask Cora who instantly threatens him with bodily harm if Stiles hurts her brother. (”So, uh, the neck thing was…..?” “My brother’s traditional, dorky way of telling you he loves you. Duh. Jesus Stiles, and you call yourself our Emissary?”)

From then on out, Derek’s attachment to touching Stiles just becomes more intense. In front of people and the pack he’ll settle for holding hands or being next to Stiles, but in private he becomes like a lazy cat. He gets very pouty when he wakes up and finds Stiles not in bed for morning cuddles; he loves being able to wash Stiles’ hair; back rubs and head rubs are his favourite, especially when he’s reading or they are watching movies (Derek’s introducing all the classics to Stiles, like Rebecca and The Breakfast Club; “no, Spider-man doesn’t count as a classic, Stiles” “says who?” “says me if you still want a blow job later” ). Mostly though, he just loves being in his old position of sitting in Stiles’ lap and burying his face in Stiles’ neck. 

Sometimes Stiles will talk about his day while Derek does this and it works for both of them because Derek is surrounded by Stiles’ scent, his voice, his whole being; and that calms him, settles him in a way he hasn’t been since before the fire. And in turn, having someone to listen to him - really, truly listen - while he’s talking, brings Stiles a kind of happiness he’s never experienced before. Sure, people hear him. They talk to him and hold conversations. But sooner or later Stiles always sees their eyes wander, sees the start of a yawn or is outright told to shut up. 

Stiles knows his attention isn’t anything to write home about but there is a difference between being unable to hold someone’s attention and someone just not wanting to hold your attention, specifically. Of course, Derek still tells Stiles to shut up, that’s never a thing that stopped between them, but now it usually ends in heated make out sessions or sex, so, Stiles really has no complaints. But in moments like these, with Derek in his lap, Derek just listens. He can sit for hours and never tires of Stiles. If Stiles is happy, he smiles into his neck, makes these little happy sounds; if he’s sad, he’ll kiss his neck, and murmur quiet things; angry, he’ll hold him tighter and let him vent, for as long as he likes. 

Some couples have hobbies, have things, but this is their ritual. Just this. Every other day, just having this quiet moment of peace and happiness. A bubble no one can penetrate. It’s a visible anchor, the place they always come back to. It’s a place they both need; the place Stiles needs when he’s feeling insecure and the place Derek needs when he’s feeling lonely. Nothing can touch them in it, no high is better. Especially to Derek who really can feel a little drunk off of Stiles’ scent, sometimes. It’s a kind of closeness both of them have always craved but never really gotten. It’s Derek’s way of saying I love you when he finds it difficult to say it. It’s Stiles’ way of knowing I’m needed when he doubts it. 

It’s just them, and even though it sometimes freaks Stiles out - the stillness, the fact he can be this still, for hours - it serves as a precious reminder that after all the chaos, after all the loss and heart break, that they found this: they found a small and quiet, beautiful thing. And they found it in each other, which is both the most baffling and the least surprising thing of all. 

Wanna take over my wife's job after her maternity leave? get yourself pushed out of the company instead.

LTL, FTP. I have almost no direct involvement in this tale. I’m writing it on behalf of my wife.

Sorry for the wall of text… TL;DR at the bottom. This story happened (ended) two weeks ago.

Background:

We live in a country that needs a lot of improvement on laws, their application and enforcement…. we are a lot better than a few years back, but still sometimes people can get away with forging some types of documents, like medical records, education degrees etc. Also, english is not our main language, so job titles, degrees and other details are translated to their best equivalence.

According to our country’s labor laws:

  • All female employees are entitled to 3 months paid maternity leave.
  • Employers, at their own expense, are expected to cover for the employees on maternity leave, usually with temp workers.
  • Severance payments are mandatory when firing employees (without justified cause… crime, fraud, etc) with more than 3 months on their jobs, so that’s the time limit to be considered a temp employee.
  • Severance payment calculation is rather complicated, but for firing people employed 4 years or less, it usually boils down to about 4 months of salary.
  • To fire Pregnant women, employers have to pay them 6 months of salary on top of the severance payment they’re entitled to.
  • If an employee quits voluntarily, they effectively forfeit all benefits previously mentioned.

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THE ULTIMATE PLOT HOLE AND UNANSWERED QUESTIONS LIST

(Not in any particular order)

1. How are you able to take a photo for the yearbook for a school that you never attended?
2. How are you prom queen for a school that you never attended?
3. So Wilden was a 12 year old cop when Mrs. D payed him off to rule Marion’s death as a suicide? Because lol CeCe and Wilden are the same age.
4. How was Marion alive in a flashback where Alison and Toby are teenagers but yet she was on the rooftop when Charles was 12? Oh no wait never mind it was interpretive. That flashback never happened like everything else in the past seasons.
5. How did CeCe have a roommate when she lived at Radley?
6. Why did Wren make CeCe a visitors pass if she was already a patient at Radley? She was already sneaking out of her room for “story time” with Mona so what the hell did she need the pass for?
7. How was CeCe able to go on a summer trip with the Dilaurentis family to Cape May when she’s suppose to be in Radley? But I guess since you have mental issues and you’re there for your safety and for the safety of others you’re allowed to take the fuck off out of the state and enjoy yourself🤷🏻‍♀️
8. How did Charles transitioned into Charlotte in 3 days? You don’t just leave Radley for a couple of days then come back as a girl with hormones and a perfect body. It takes months and even years to go through that so how did that happen? Marlene doesn’t even know when that happened confirmed in via interview.
9. How did Spencer feel a familiarity with Charles in that vault? Regardless of CeCe being her sister, they barely interacted and they did not have this planned for them to be sisters back then…. so how the fuck?
10. Why would CeCe turn herself in?
11. Why would CeCe send a video of her burying Mrs. D when she loved her and Alison? Also Mary never confirmed she sent that video also Marlene confirmed in via interview that CeCe buried Mrs. D but yet Peter said that Mary killed her and buried her? Plot hole.
12. Out of all the girls, why would CeCe give 30,000 dollars to Hanna for college? Why not Alison or Spencer for that matter since she already fucking knew that Spencer was her sister since she met fucking Alex?
13. What does Sara Harvey have against Hanna since she was burning her head on the doll?
14. What was the point of Bethany Young? Why did Jessica tell her to call her “Aunt Jessie”? Why was the fact that she took Bethany fucking horseback riding never explained? Who are her parents? Why was she a big deal on this show? Or why wasn’t the drawings never explained?
15. Since CeCe always wanted to be girl all her life, why would she go back and dress as a dude in a tuxedo at the dollhouse? You can say it was Noel how many times you want to but it was never confirmed that it was him.
16. Why are the 5 girls irrelevant to the storyline? In the finale it was all about Spencer and Alex didn’t mention one thing about Alison. So Alison is basically irrelevant to Alex and Alex doesn’t give a shit about her when the SHOW IS ABOUT ALISON??? The girls are basically irrelevant to every motive every A on this show has ever had. So basically they’re making it seem like these girls became friends with the wrong people. It wasn’t Spencer’s fault that she got a good life. Alex SHOULD’VE TAKEN IT OUT ON HER MOTHER THAT SOLD HER. I will argue that the motives of every A were shit until the death.
17. Why wasn’t the night of Alison’s disappearance ever brought up again? Wasn’t that the main plot of the fucking show? But no it was interpretive it never happened.
18. Since Alex loved Aria so much, why would she try to ruin her wedding day?
19. Why the fuck would Jason see Bethany that night when he doesn’t know what she looks like? Why was CeCe wearing a yellow top that night?
20. When Jessica is about to smash Alison’s fingers in the piano, why would she come and say that Radley called her saying CeCe Drake was there pretending to be Alison when she was already a patient there? JESSICA CONFIRMED THAT SHE CONSIDERED CHARLES AS HER SON TO MARY. So it doesn’t matter if she was Mary’s daughter. Plot hole.
21. Why would CeCe date her own cousin when she can just be friends with him? That’s just disturbing.
22. How was CeCe able to work at a boutique when she’s suppose to be at Radley? Apparently she had get out of Radley free card. So they’re just going to let people in an institution work retail which can be the most stressful job…. but I guess you go for it.
23. How is CeCe running a fashion show when she’s suppose to be at Radley?
24. How was Melissa able to call CeCe and tell her to go visit Mona when she was already a patient there?
25. Wren and CeCe’s roommate both said that Alison got CeCe kicked out of college by pushing that girl down the stairs at the frat party, but yet we were told in 7x08 that Noel pushed the girl down the stairs IN A DREAM SEQUENCE but no it was confirmed by Bryan Holdman that it was true. So who the hell pushed the girl down the stairs?
26. How was CeCe partying it up with the Kahn’s on the weekends if she was suppose to be at Radley?
27. What was the point of the puzzle piece from the game board?
28. What the hell was the point of the Melissa mask?
29. What was the purpose of Ali and Bethany being pen pals?
30. What purpose did Sara Harvey serve and why make her both Red Coat and Black Widow? To torture them when she has never met them before for money? She obviously has some anger towards them so what the hell??? Where did CeCe find her?
31. Why was Mary at the blind school in 7x10? She didn’t know that Alex was AD by that time?
32. What was the significance of that Amish girl?
33. So what was Pastor Ted’s relevance? Just to bring an irrelevant character back to make him CeCe’s father? What?
34. What happened to the Cape May storyline?
35. Why would Alex take Wren’s sperm to impregnate Alison if she loved him so much? Why would you want your boyfriend to have a baby with someone else?
36. Why recruit Mona on your team if she killed CeCe? Wasn’t that your whole purpose for doing this? Finding out who killed CeCe?
37. Where was Rollins taking Alison in 7x03?
38. What was the point of all the Alison masks?
39. What’s the significance of 214? It comes up everywhere.
40. Why didn’t Mrs. D show any emotion to CeCe being arrested? She just glared at her. Again, Mrs. D considered CeCe as her daughter.
41. Who was the blond girl in the window of Alison’s bedroom in 1x01?
42. When and where did CeCe and Sara meet?
43. Why did Sara help CeCe and what were her motives?
44. Marlene confirmed in via interview that Ian killed himself, okay why?
45. What was Alison talking about in 4x24 that she saw Ian walk out of the church after pushing him off? I recall Ian looking colorless on that rope….
46. Who was the person in 5x03 that was behind the glass with Mona while Hanna is getting her hair done?
47. Who was the person in the black cap talking to Melissa on the security footage in 5x07?
48. Why would CeCe frame her sister for murder if she loved her so much?
49. What was the point of the NAT club? What were on the videos that can bring everybody down?
50. Why would CeCe toss her fucking brother down an elevator shaft? “Oh Charlotte was angry.” Confirmed in via interview. um okay we need better answers than that marlene….
51. Who was the blond girl at the reptile place in 4x20? With our luck they’re probably going to say it was Sara…
52. Who exactly knew that Alison was alive? Because it seemed like a lot of people knew….
53. Who dug up Alison’s grave? Who exactly was there that night? You could say it was CeCe but it never came out of her mouth that she did it.
54. How did Maya die? Why didn’t we get any closure? Lyndon was the one who supposedly killed her but yet he had no relevance to the story… and he didn’t even confirm that he killed her. “What do you think?” Isn’t confirmation.
55. Was Melissa really the other queen of hearts? We didn’t see her. And that was never mentioned again.
56. Who gave Ali the bloody lip? “Girls fight much dirtier than boys” well???
57. Why was Noel helping CeCe in the dollhouse? What did CeCe have on him?
58. What did Alison have on Noel?
59. What is Melissa’s significance to the story? Why did Melissa take that photo of Wilden, Alison, and CeCe on the boat at cape may? Again why was Cape May never mentioned again?
60. Why didn’t Eddie and Wren not like each other that much? “The minute that guy got here it wasn’t for the right reasons.” well what the fuck. The tension between them was never fucking explained.
61. Who did Mona, Jenna, and Sydney meet at the park in 5x05?
62. Who was Wren talking to on the phone in 4x10?
63. Was Bethany really the one who was writing to Alison or was it it CeCe? And AGAIN WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WITH BETHANY YOUNG?
64. Marlene said black widow was Endgame so is Sara Harvey endgame? You could’ve taken the easy way out and make Alex black widow but no.
65. Why did Melissa want the NAT club videos so bad? Again this was never brought up again.
66. WHAT HAPPENED TO VARJACK?
67. What happened to Cyrus?
68. Why were 3 people wearing yellow tops that night? Again, that night was never brought up again and that’s the reason this whole show started.
69. What did Maya know? That Nate was in town? Because Nate isn’t relevant to the story. And why add Maya’s niece when she had nothing to do with anything?
70. Why did Jason have a stab wound on his side?
71. Who did Aria stab with the screwdriver?
72. Marlene confirmed in via interview that Wilden was acting alone but yet we heard two voices talking?
73. Who did Spencer hear scream in 1x01?
74. Who was the person in the black hoodie that Mona gave the pills to in 3x13?
75. Who hit Toby over the head that night and planted that lighter?
76. Jenna said that Wilden saw Alison that night, how come Alison never mentioned this when she came back? Was Jenna lying? Again wee heard nothing else of the night Ali disappeared.
77. Why were Melissa and Ian in such a rush to get married? What did they need the alibi for?
78. What blond girl was Dr. Palmer talking about? Why was this never mentioned again?
79. Why are there two different versions of the kissing rock video? What was the point of showing that in 7x19? How did Alex even get that?
80. Who the fuck is Dr. Sullivan’s son? Mona was apparently threatening him in 2x25.
81. Why was Andrew being adopted brought up in the first place if it’s just going to be dropped?
82. Why were Jenna and Shana afraid of Melissa? Why was this never mentioned again?
83. What did Jenna give Shana at the park in 2x24? “You know what you have to do.” What did she have to do?
84. Who did Jason give the 50,000 dollars to? And what kind of information did they give him in order for him to give them the money?
85. Why did Mona tell Wren “that’s before I knew where your loyalties lie.”?
86. Who attacked Alison on Halloween? We were led to believe that it was Lucas but it was never confirmed.
87. Who opened the door to that creepy house in 2x13? And why was there a radley car outside of the house?
88. What was the significance of the ghost girl and how come only Ashley saw her?
89. Who was the person in the redcoat Wren was coloring in?
90. What led Ezra to believe that Mrs. D was A?
91. What happened at Ali’s house when Alison came over to Spencer’s house crying?
92. Who was that little boy at the doll shop referring to when he said “a man and woman with dark hair.”?
93. Why did Mike have 18,000 dollars in his bank account?
94. So Shana’s death was just forgotten about? Will anybody ever find out about it?
95. Where was Jason when he was suppose to be at rehab?
96. Did Cyrus really cut Alison’s leg? And if not where did it come from?
97. Why would Alison take pictures of Aria while sleeping?
98. Why did Melissa and Alison have masks made of themselves?
99. Who did Alison get in the car with outside of hectors?
100. Why did Alison need money from hector so bad?
101. What did the lawyer in 5x22 tell Ezra? He basically said that “If you don’t tell me then you can tell the police.” but yet he came out and said he wouldn’t tell him anything? What?
102. Who set up the A extravaganza bullshit at the park in 5x01?
103. Who was the guy that knew Emily’s name?
104. What was up with the bloody bandages in Jason’s trash?
105. Why was Holbrook kissing Alison at the ice ball?
106. Why was CeCe on Ezra’s payroll?
107. Why was CeCe eavesdropping on Aria and Ezra in 4x11? Yeah she’s A but for what purpose was she eavesdropping on them for?
108. What the fuck happened to Pepe and Tippy?
109. Why was Alison blackmailing people for money if she wasn’t planning on running away?
110. Who was Ali’s friends boyfriend that pulled the gun on her?
111. How is CeCe hanging out at a pub where Ezra and Ali met if she was suppose to be at radley?
112. What was Grunwald talking about when she said “Each one hated the other because each one feared the other because each one knew something about the other.”?
113. Who was hiding upstairs in the dilaurentis house?
114. Who was living under the crawlspace at the dilaurentis house? Was it Sara or CeCe?
115. Who was Bethany talking about on the tapes?
116. Why are there quotation marks around the word “Dr.” Kingston on the police board?
117. How did Alison’s ‘Jenna Thing’ bracelet get on Bethany’s body if she left it with Mona at the Lost Woods Resort?
118. What is the ‘plan’ Bethany is talking about on the tape?
119. Was the story Mona told Spencer about her seeing Alison as Vivian in Brookhaven in 2x25 true? Or did she just make it up? If it was true, who was Alison watching?
120. What was on page 5 of Alison’s autopsy report?
121. Who took the photo of Alison and the Liars in 4x13 that was given to Holbrook?
122. Who took the photograph of Alison with Spencer’s shadow in the background the night she disappeared?
123. Is Alison’s ghost story about the twins real? If so, who are the twins? 
Why would CeCe let the Liars think Ali was A? She said she was mad at the liars for being glad that Ali was dead, but she actively let them hate her.
124. Why did Bethany have Melissa’s riding helmet?
125. Why did Melissa say she saw Toby in London when she didn’t?
126. Why did Wren misspell the word “diagnosis”?
127. How did Wren know what Melissa and Spencer were talking about in 1x01 if he was in the barn and wasn’t present? Eavesdropping?
128. How did the moms get out of the basement?
129. Why was Alison threatening Spencer to tell Melissa the truth about Ian? She worded it as almost if someone else was going to plan on telling Melissa.. and why does it matter to Alison?
130. “Once she finds out the truth about you she’ll hate you.” What’s the truth about Toby?
131. Why was Toby in the girls locker room when Emily and Ben were in there?
132. Since the girls were blocking all unknown numbers, why was Wren’s number blocked when Wren tried calling Spencer? Wouldn’t Wren’s contact information be on Spencer’s phone since she tried to get in contact with him to tell Melissa the truth?
133. Why was Wren pretending to be drunk when he broke into Spencer’s house?
134. Who recorded Wren and Spencer and what happened to it?
135. How did Toby become a cop in 3 days?
136. Who was the fortune teller talking about when she said “There’s darkness in him maybe even violence or vengeance.”? She could’ve been talking about anyone….
137. Why wasn’t Ian shocked to see Alison when she pushed him off the bell tower? He’s like “What are you doing here?” Did Ian know she was alive?
138. Mona sent a text saying “Thanks for getting Toby out of my way.” What the fuck was Toby in her way for?
139. Why weren’t Ali’s parents at the memorial service?
140. When Ian and Melissa went on their honeymoon they send a picture and Spencer says “isn’t that outside of dads office?” And Veronica says “Oh it doesn’t where they are when they’re in love.” so where did they go on their fucking honeymoon?
141. When exactly did Melissa loose her baby? Was Ian really the father?
142. Why did Mrs. D hire a PI if she didn’t want anyone to find out who hit Alison and that she buried her?
143. How did Toby’s sweater get back in his house?
144. Ian said “I’m doing this because I love your sister.” when trying to push Spencer off the bell tower but yet Melissa has been protecting Spencer all this time? So it doesn’t make any sense?
145. How come Mona didn’t know who pushed Ian off of the bell tower? A is suppose to know everything..
146. Who cleared out Mona’s lair the day after she got revealed? CeCe couldn’t have done it.
147. Why didn’t nobody notice that Mona left for awhile to go hit Hanna with the car? Further more, all Hanna saw was Ezra and Aria making out and Noel writing on the back of the window so how did Hanna know “everything” like it was said in that text? She didn’t know shit….
148. Who was Melissa talking to when Byron saw her on the phone where she says “do I have to call 911 to get your attention.”?
149. Charles liked vintage things and this was said by Jessica, but yet why did CeCe have a red convertible car in 3x09 that looked NOTHING like a vintage car? Again why weren’t the plot holes on CeCe cleared up before Marlene did anything else?
150. A has OCD and likes everything neat especially their black hoodies so why did CeCe have her books all over the place in her room at radley? They didn’t seem organized to me….
151. Who was the lady in the red dress at the ball in 2x25? The camera kept focusing on her.
152. Who was the person that was wearing the black veil costume in the A mobile lair? Sara Harvey did not have a mask on when she came out of the church and got in the car with CeCe..
153. Who got Wilden’s car out of the lake? Because I recall CeCe being at the lost woods and so was Sara..
154. What did Spencer put in Alison’s casket? We learned about what everyone else put in there except for her.
155. What’s with all the apple references?
156. Who was the person in the greenhouse that attacked Emily? If it was Mona, then how would she have thrown Emily across the greenhouse if Emily is bigger than her?
157. Who set the fire at Jason’s when Hanna pulled out Jenna? Never confirmed if it was Mona.
158. Why was (supposedly) CeCe stroking herself on the computer screen in the Halloween store? (Was in Pretty Dirty Secrets)
159. Marlene confirmed on twitter that the bag Ian gave Jenna in season one had her flute in it….. why was Ian giving Jenna her flute? Why did he have it?
160. Who was Jason talking to on the phone in Pretty Dirty Secrets?
161. What the fuck happened to Meredith? We never heard from her again.
162. Who was the beach hottie? (Never confirmed but Marlene said she “thought” it was Wilden in an interview but I’m not taking that as confirmation when she doesn’t remember shit)
163. Who was the person in the redcoat at the Halloween store in Pretty Dirty Secrets?
164. Why was Jason staring at Lucas when they were on the Halloween train? Was it like a group thing to push Aria off? Like what the fuck.
165. Who was taking pictures for Ezra’s research?
166. Who smashed Connor’s car?
167. Were Alison’s visits to Spencer and Aria real?
168. What was the “prior engagement” Alison had to go to after leaving Emily’s house the day she disappeared?
169. How did Ali get Jason cut from their grandma’s will?
170. Why did Garret want to keep Spencer safe?
171. What else was in Ezra’s “research” boxes?
172. Why did Jenna wanna become friends with CeCe if she tried to drown her?
173. Why did Eddie Lamb recognize Aria?
174. Is Ezra really board shorts? That was never confirmed.
175. Who gave Emily the massage? Because according to Lucas, he didn’t start working for Mona until the ball in 2x25.
176. What was purpose of “Walking After Midnight”?
177. How did Mona end up in possession of Toby’s sweater, considering Alison did not have the sweater when Mona took Alison to the Lost Woods Resort that night?
178. Whose blood was on Toby’s sweater?
179. When Spencer was a person of interest in Alison’s murder, Veronica appears to trust that Spencer had nothing to do with Alison’s murder. However, in season four, Veronica tells Spencer to forget about that summer because she thought Spencer could have done something to Alison’s disappearance, based on how erratic Spencer was acting that summer. So why wasn’t Veronica more suspicious of Spencer when there was actually incriminating evidence against Spencer?
180. Considering Mona was the only “A” at the time, that would mean she was the one who got the picture of Alison leaving the hospital visiting Hanna. So does this mean that Mona knew Alison was sometimes roaming around Rosewood all the way back in season 1?
181. Who sent Alison the note saying “Your friends will see you soon” while she was in jail?
182. How long had A been planning/building the dollhouse?
183. Why didn’t Mona look shocked seeing Alison walking down the road when she got hit considering Mona thought she killed her? All of a sudden she realized in 6x10 that she killed Bethany? What?
184. Why did Leslie hate Bethany?
185. How does the hockey stick come in to play if Spencer was seen with a shovel and Ali was hit with a rock?
186. Why was Holden at the Kahn parties? What was Holden’s relevance?
187. Did Alison really lure Bethany to her house for Labor Day weekend or was someone contacting Bethany by pretending to be Alison?
188. Why aren’t the girls asking Alison questions or asking Ezra any questions since he’s got a bunch of important shit in his research?
189. Who did Nigel Wright call in New York City?
190. Since Sara Harvey is black veil, why was she delivering flowers to Bethany’s parents?
191. Since Sara Harvey is black veil, why was she delivering flowers to Bethany’s parents?
192. Who was the blond girl Ezra yelled at?
193. What was the original plan between Mona & Red Coat the night of the fire? (“you’re getting what you’ve always wanted”)
194. What was Garrett & Jason’s convo about on Jason’s porch? (Garret: “want to make sure we’re still cool Jason.” - Jason: “What does it matter now, it’s over.”)
195. Who’s blood is on Alison’s Ankle Bracelet?
196. Since it was “confirmed” in VIA INTERVIEW by Marlene that Shana was on the rooftop, why did it look like a fucking guy?
197. Who actually drugged Emily the night that the grave was dug up? Was it really Lucas?
198. Why were Lucas and Melissa told to distract Jenna at the Masquerade ball?
199. If Maya was already supposed to be dead how did she give Jason Ali’s belongings?
200. WHY ISN’T IAN’S SUICIDE BEING INVESTIGATED?
201. Beyond the Maya knew message is there more significants to Mona saying “miss Aria your a killer not Ezra’s wife”?
202. Why was Jenna at the Halloween store in a queen of hearts costume?
203. Why was Noel at the Halloween store fighting with Garret?
204. Other than Ali’s flashback, is there more to the importance of the isle of the dead painting?
205. Why was Toby driving the same car when he was trying to run down Lucas that Cyrus has?
206. What 2 things did Mona not do in season 1?
207. Why was Shana in ravenswood?
208. Why was Ezra’s lair in ravenswood?
209. Which friends cabin was it that ezra and Aria were staying at?
210. What ever happened to Ali’s grandmother and her will?
211. Did Garrett know Ali was alive because he said “people lie medical records don’t”? Or what was he talking about?
212. Where was Alison during those years when we thought she was dead?
213. What was the connection between Maya, Jenna, and Noel?
214. Why was Spencer attacked on the train and by who?
215. Who else was on the Halloween train?
216. Why were Jenna and Sydney dressed like twins?
217. Why did Noel kill Sara?

218. What was the point of the comic book that Charles and Lucas made? What was the significance of that? Just to make Lucas look shady? What??


PLEASE REBLOG THIS IF THERE’S MORE QUESTIONS THAT WEREN’T ANSWERED. NOTHING was answered or explained in the finale except for the stuff about Uber A even though they’re a new character👏🏻

Alrighty here’s the masterpost for Hell’s Studio, I guess

So what the heckity heck is this au about?:

This AU spawned from a joke I made with @arsonsara about bendy looking all weird in-game because joey sucks at 3D modeling.

Basically, Joey Drew got the idea in his head that he could potentially bring his original characters to life, and then goes to do that. However, it’s not all that easy, and he ends up bringing Bendy into the real world completely off model as this hulking mess of sentient ink vaguely in the shape of a demon. Obviously Bendy is very frustrated by this. But on top of being off model, he finds even more frustration in the fact that Joey wasted precious time trying to perform a demonic summoning ritual when he could’ve spent it making the actual goddamn cartoon. Seeing how impulsive and distracted the guy can often get, Bendy decides to appoint himself the new head animator and co-producer of the show if they want anything to get done. And it all kicks off from there.

So this AU doesn’t have a big overarching plot or anything, it’s mainly just episodic and things just happen. Think of it like The Office of Parks and Rec. Most of it is goofy comedic shenanigans, but i guess there is some drama-ish stuff in there from time to time, idk it’s a mess. It’s been built off of people sending me cool ideas on Tumbler Dot Com.

I don’t intend on making an organized timeline for things that happen throughout the au because literally anything can happen at almost any time and it’s constantly being added to, so I’m just gonna list a bunch of important points about the characters and how things work.

this is kinda just so y’all have just one big post to reference.

So here we go there’s a whole heckin’ lot:

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Peter x Reader Imagine

Summary:  After getting your feelings hurt by one of your friends, you decide to spend the rest of the afternoon at the roof of the building you live in, to have some time alone with your thoughts. However, Peter, who happens to live in the same building as you, saw you cry on your way home, and followed you to the roof to make sure you were okay. From that day, something sparked between the two of you.

A/N: I’m basically venting my feelings, something very similar happened to me today and I feel like shit about it.

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Friends

“Hey Y/N” One of your closest friends waved at you, as you emptied your backpack, leaving everything inside your locker. “Hey, you’re going to Frank’s birthday party?”

You frowned at your friend. You knew Frank’s birthday was today, and wished him a happy birthday in both his social media and at school. But, at any point, Frank didn’t tell you anything about a party or something.

“What? Why am I always the last one to be told about plans and stuff?” You asked sarcastically.

“Shit” Your friend muttered. “I-I thought he’d told you. He said he invited everyone from our group of friends…” He said awkwardly.

You felt your heart break a little bit. Did it feel like you’d been stabbed in the back or being left forgotten to die? Was it both of them? Whatever it was, it hurt, and instantly made you feel stupid for considering Frank a close friend, when apparently, Frank didn’t consider you as close as you’d thought.

“I-I mean…” Your friend continued, realising his mistake, and noticing how your usual smile immediately changed to a crooked attempt of smile. “I thought you two were buddies, ya know?” He laughed awkwardly, avoiding your stare.

“Yeah” You said feeling a lump in your throat. “So did I” You closed your locker and turned around, as your eyes became teary. “Gotta go, I might miss the bus” You said coldly and left at once.

Silent tears began falling from your eyes, as you avoid looking at anyone on your way to the bus stop. What an awful feeling, both anger and sadness filled you with loud thoughts, making you wish you could just mute the entire world and just be alone in silence for a while.

You sat on the very first seat of the bus, and looked out the window, hoping that everyone would ignore you.

“Ned, I’m telling you, Spanish isn’t that hard if you hand in everything in time” You heard Peter Parker’s voice, a nice and shy guy with whom you shared several classes, plus he happened to live in the same building as you did. You weren’t precisely friends, but, you found it easy to talk to Peter.

“I dunno, man. The teacher definitely hates me” Said Ned.

“Do you mind if I sit with you Y/N” Peter asked politely, as you shrugged.

Normally you’d greet both Peter and Ned. But since your eyes were fixed on the window, Peter noticed your weird attitude.

“Is everything alright?” Peter asked you, sitting next to you, as you shrugged again. “Can I help you…”

“No, Peter. Thank you, but no” You snapped, turning around to see him in the eye.

You turned back to the window, wishing he’d sat somewhere else. You immediately regretted the way you talked to him. Peter was a pretty sweet guy, who always avoided fights or arguments. He didn’t deserve it. However, Peter noticed your teary eyes, and felt worried for you. Since you were always the cheerful kid who always tried to have a smile and something nice to say to anyone. Something should’ve gone bad for you to be teary and aggressive.

“Peter” You whispered. “I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s cool Y/N” Peter answered before you could finish. “I hope whatever happened gets better. I really like your smile” He complimented you, in an attempt to make you feel better.

You smiled softly and looked through the window, silent until your way home. When your stop arrived, both Peter and you hopped out of the bus, and silently walked inside the building. In any other day, you’d had a small chat with Peter until you reached your apartment, which was on the second floor, and Peter would continue to his in the third floor. However, this time you didn’t stop in the second floor, you kept going towards the roof. You needed some alone time to cry comfortably by yourself.

However, Peter knew there was something wrong. He was surprised when you kept walking up the staircase past the second floor. He left his stuff inside his apartment and followed you silently towards the roof. He remained behind the emergency door to the roof, and watched from afar.

You sat close to the edge, and hugged your knees close to your body, and began sobbing and cursing in a low voice. Hearing you cry, made Peter’s eyes get slightly teary, he never liked to see people cry. He couldn’t stand watching and felt the need to do something about it.

He walked into the roof, and closed the emergency door gently, so it wouldn’t make any  noise, and walked silently towards you.

“What happened, Y/N?” He asked.

You flinched at hearing his voice, and looked behind you to find Peter, staring at you with a concerned face. You looked back to the buildings in front of yours, and gulped. Peter sat next to you, whispering your name.

“I-it’s just that…” You began, cleaning your tears with your sleeve. “…have you ever realised you don’t mean as much to someone as they mean to you?”

Peter moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer for a hug.

“It sucks…” He muttered. “Who…”

“I thought I was close friends with Frank” You interrupted him. “I really did. I’d message him constantly when he left to that exchange in Italy, I once threw him a surprise party at my place…I thought we were actually friends…”

“Wait, Frank? But you two are friends, aren’t you?” Peter asked surprised.

“I don’t even know at this point” You sighed, as more silent tears fell down your tears.

“I’m sorry Y/N” He whispered, hugging you tighter.

“Frank apparently is throwing a party today with his close groups of friends…you can guess what happened next”

“Hey, maybe he forgot to invite you? I dunno, you should try to…”

“Yeah, Frank” you added sassily. “Mr. Perfect, who always gets pissed at people who don’t do their job in team projects, and is in like every activity the school has, and yet he manages to have perfect grades? Yeah, I don’t think he forgot about me” Your voice lowered down, as you spoke, as you felt that back-stabbing ache again.

Peter didn’t answer. But he hugged you tighter and stroked your hair. From everyone in the school, you’d never imagined it would be Peter Parker who would comfort you during a hard time. He kissed the top of your head, as an affection gesture, as trying to say “I’m here for you, unlike that asshole Frank”

“I’m going to have chinese with my aunt May tonight, would you like to join us for dinner?” Peter asked.

More tears fell down your eyes, but this time were more like happy tears. Even when things felt like shit for a second, now everything seemed to be getting better. Having chinese with Peter and his aunt sounded like more fun that a birthday party. You broke the hug, cleaning your tears and smiling at Peter.

“Sure, I’d love that” You whispered, as Peter smiled back at you.

“Now, that’s the smile I was talking about earlier” He said, as you giggled shyly. “Let’s get going to my place, and I’ll call May to let her know we’re having a guest tonight” He stood up, and offered you his hand to help you up.

After having dinner, Peter and you hung out in his room for a while. The two of you talked about endless things, and realised you two shared a lot of interests. You’d never imagined Peter was this cool, and you felt somewhat grateful that you’d had to go through some bad stuff in order to get to meet Peter. So, in the end, you weren’t as mad at Frank as you did earlier. Because of him, you were now having a pretty good friday night, chatting with Peter.

After midnight, you decided to head to your apartment, and Peter offered to walk you to it, even if it was a floor below. Peter asked you out, to have some ice cream the next day, and you accepted before you two hugged before parting ways. That night, you couldn’t stop thinking about Peter.

“Has Peter being this good looking the whole time?” You kept asked yourself over and over. Feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

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Well, writing this helped me feel better, so, I’m glad. Hope you liked it, requests are open, since I lack of imagination *cries*

darkempressinfinitemind asked: How did you get into freelance?

The short version? Accidentally!

Longer version? It started with a friend hiring me to ghost write their memoir (before either of us knew what ghost writing was. Also he apparently had this awesome life before he knew me and never bothered to mention it before the idea of writing a book came along. Who knew? Random happenstance). I became more confident in the idea of writing for others, and then was referred to the site Peopleperhour.com by a friend of mine, who was trying to pick up freelancing.

I applied for my first job there, and it was literally months before I got any bites. My first bite ended up paying me $3 an hour. I was desperate, so I took it. It gave me a reference, and I got a better job, and a better job, and a better job, until I had enough references to apply for REALLY decent jobs. Fast forward, and here I am with my own Wordsmithing business.

But you want advice, don’t you?

  • Find a Freelancing Website

There’s Elance, PPH, and a wide range of others. Pick one that works for you (or multiple) and start drumming up your profile there. Get samples out so people can see your style of work.

  • Get Reviews at All Costs

Get people you know to write reviews. Take low paying jobs to get reviews. Take whatever jobs you can and get reviews, because they really are everything to a beginning freelancer. I started out with a GED (not even a high school diploma) and still got high paying jobs, because no one needs to see your credentials – they just need proof that real life people have given you a test run.

Degrees and all that? They’re to prove you know your stuff; that someone has tested you and written off on it. Reviews are the internet’s new degrees; be willing to invest some time and effort into them.

  • Take Any and As Much Work as You Can

Not only for the reviews, but for practice. There’s a new song and dance involved with freelancing that you won’t find anywhere else. Big companies are paying millions on Big Data to figure out what little nuances make customers happy. You don’t have Big Data, and you’re up against thousands of freelancers just like you – you have to figure out the key to standing out by hand.

Getting as many jobs as you can early on gives you a chance to test the waters and find your stride before you’re dealing with big clients that are less forgiving of your fumbles. You’ll learn something new from every job so you really ARE the top professional you claim to be.

  • Claim to Be a Professional

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I should give you advice about being honest and doing the leg work before you get started. But they say to dress for the job you want, not the job you have. So act like the professional you want to be, not the one you are.

If you’re 18 and this is your first freelancing job, make your profile and all your correspondences look like you’re 37 and have been freelancing for 10 years (don’t lie, just be indirect. Talk like you’re older. Say you’ve been freelancing for several years, even if you’ve only been freelancing for a few months. If you’re living at home with your parents and the topic of family comes up, just call them “family;” the client won’t know if you’re a married mother of five or are talking about your dad). People will look right over you if they THINK you’re not capable, without even giving you a chance to show what you can do. If you take away that first – sometimes incorrect – assumption, your foot’s in the door and you can prove yourself.

Then after you have 300 five-star reviews and a client list as long as your arms, you can reveal yourself as 20 with three years’ experience, and people will believe you’re a prodigy. Then you’ll get hired for being the talented young professional who IS their target audience, so you’re perfect to create a product FOR their target audience.  

  • Be Ready to Put in More Hours

Once you’ve been in the game a while and have established yourself, you can make your weekends sacred with no work stuff. But before then, you need to be on call all the time. What’s going to make you stand out against the rest in the beginning is timeliness.

If it’s a toss-up between you and someone just as qualified, the client will decide on whoever replies the fastest and most coherently. Reply to messages as soon as possible. Talk back and forth on the weekends. Offer as tight a deadline as you can for every project, and if you can deliver early, deliver early. Once you have your reputation and your reviews, then you can tone it back to the same level as any other job; you work on your work days, and you’re gone from the planet on your off days.

  • Follow Your Heart – But Follow the Money First

I’ll let you in on a little secret. I hate web copy. Detest it. A client can have the coolest website idea ever, but having to don my promotional hat and describe their services to a target audience is tedious and unfulfilling as all get out. What I enjoy is blog writing, where I get to explore a concept and tell it (sometimes) in my own voice. I love product descriptions even, where I get to sharpen my description skills to be later used in fiction. But guess what? Web copy writing pays well, because it is difficult and it’s in huge demand.

Here’s a quick insider look at the market: Today, every style of business in existence needs a website. That means web designers are the key holders in a world full of locked doors. They’re making a killing, but every website needs CONTENT. They’re cranking out 15 websites a month but they’re just blank pages without some writing to make them REAL. That’s where my industry comes in, the Tonto to their Lone Ranger, to make their home pages, their about pages, their service pages, etc. so their website is a real website. So long as online business booms, web designers are Sauron and copy writers are the one ring to rule them all.

That’s where the money is. So even if I really hate web copy, I’m good at it. That’s what pays the rent, grows my business, and keeps my employees’ checks signed – giving me the financial security I need to then ALSO do things I like. Ghost writing, book editing, blog writing, working on my own stuff.

If you want to make it in freelancing, you need money for bills. But you also need money to prove to your freelancing site that you’re worth promoting. Be willing to do jobs you’re not crazy about, so you can grow to the point of having enough income to afford doing what you really love.

  • Embrace the Uncertainty

One of the hardest things about freelancing is the irregularity. One month, you’re swimming in cash. The next, you scrape by. At the beginning of the month, you only have one project; at the end, you have 10. I’ve been at this for years, and I still have a mini panic during summer when I’m sure this is the year that my career finally ends. But it never has.

The upside to this uncertainty is you’re never sure when great things are going to happen. The security of a 9-to-5 lets you know exactly how much you will make, but robs you of the chance for those surprise miracles where a massive client falls in your lap and pays your rent for four months within two weeks. 

Take faith that a slow month is giving you a chance to rest up for when that tsunami of work comes in. Having a new client every week is giving you a chance to have fun before you have one client for an entire year (which can get boring at times). Freelancing can be a science, but you still need a little faith. It keeps you on your toes, it gives you unexpected bonuses none of your 9-to-5 friends can count on, and it gives you freedom.

Breaking into freelancing is slow going at first, but so long as you’re good at what you do, you will break in. There’s seriously never been a better time in living memory for it.

Hope this was helpful!

anonymous asked:

Hi so I absolutely adore the fics you've posted so far for bmc. It really brings to light the emotions of the characters and it's so well done. If it grabs your fancy, would you consider writing one where Jeremy becomes so delirious (from getting sick or a headache from the squip or something) that he spills all the self-deprecating things the squip told him to say to Michael? It would make my world if that existed, especially in your style of writing. <3

“Is Jeremy here today?” 

“Jeremy’s always Heere.” Michael says automatically without looking up from his phone. Where he is currently texting Jeremy. He’s almost forgotten that there are people actually around him when someone hits him across the back of his head. “Ow what the hell, Rich!

“Don’t even try, you brought that on yourself,” Rich says and the lisp does nothing to diminish the glare he’s got fixed on Michael. 

“If anything you brought that pun on yourself!” When Rich looks like he’s going to hit Michael again, or possibly punch him in the throat for better reach, Michael decides the safest thing is probably to just tell him what’s up. “Alright, yeah no, Jeremy stayed home today. I texted him this morning and apparently he’s sick. I’m gonna go see if he needs anything after school so if there’s anything you wanna tell him I can pass the message along.”

“Nah, I was just wondering since I hadn’t seen him even though I’d seen you.” When Michael only looks confused Rich continues, “Dude. You’re pretty much attached at the hip as much as two people who aren’t actually attached at the hip can be.” 

“You’re over exaggerating.”

“Oh yeah? Is that right?” 

“Yeah that’s right,” Michael says, looking down at his phone again. 

“Just out of curiosity,” Rich says with a suspicious air of innocence, “who’s that you’ve been texting?” 

“It’s-”

“This entire time since I came up to you-”

“I don’t appreciate-”

“and probably the entire day since you found out he won’t be he- at school?”

“Well I can’t just ignore him when he’s sick and miserable now can I?” 

Rich’s responding smirk tells him he definitely just rose to a very obvious bait and probably should have just kept his mouth shut. 


The thing is, Jeremy doesn’t do well when he’s sick. To start it off, he has no self-awareness or any clue at what warrants a sick day at home so it’s a miracle he actually didn’t come to school only to have Michael drag his sniffling and swaying ass home. Michael just assumes that Mr. Heere most likely was awake and forced Jeremy back to bed before taking off to his brand new job. 

Michael doesn’t bother with ringing the doorbell when he gets to Jeremy’s house. He knows the key is under the doormat out front, despite how many times he’s told Jeremy it’s the dumbest place in the world to put the house key (”Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you literally get murdered”, “Michael nobody even gets robbed this part of town!”, “Well there’s a first for everything!”). He unlocks the door, grumbling about safety and mostly lack thereof the entire time before he makes his way up the stairs to Jeremy’s bedroom. 

He hear the coughing before he’s even half-way up. He knocks on the door and shouts a quick “Don’t be naked,” purely out of curtesy, before barging in. 

“Hey Mich-” Jeremy’s raspy voice is cut-off by wet sounding coughs that tear through his body and forces him to turn over on his side so that he won’t choke. 

“Holy shit dude,” Michael says eloquently as he sits down on the bed next to Jeremy’s form. “I got you some cough drops,” he pauses as Jeremy’s cough takes over the conversation yet again, “but I honestly don’t think any cough drops in the world is gonna do shit for you right now.” 

“Ugh…” Jeremy looks up at Michael with wet eyes, “dad got me somethin’” he says and makes a gesture in the general direction of his bedside table where a bottle of something Michael presumes is medicine is residing. “It’s meant to like,” he makes a questionable gesture with his hand, “loosen up the crap in my throat, so that it doesn’t get stuck. Which is great and all but in turn means tha I’m coughing up slime every minute.” 

“Gross.”

“Tell me about it.” Jeremy says with a sigh and rolls onto his back again. Michael reaches out and puts his hand on Jeremy’s sweaty forehead, just to check. He nearly snatches his hand back after half a second and the only thing that stops him is that Jeremy had closed his eyes the second Michael touched him and is now letting out a sigh as if he’s actually remembering to relax for the first time today. 

“Dude, you’re burning up.” He feel slightly concerned now. Jeremy had told him he was sick but this is… a lot more than he had let on while texting. 

“Mm-hm…” Jeremy says, his eyes are still closed and there’s no actual indication that he’s heard Michael at all. Michael strokes his hand across Jeremy’s forehead and ignores the disgusting feeling of sweat clinging to it. It must feel nice to get something cool touching his hot skin. 

“Hey Jeremy,” he says as he strokes his thumb up the bridge of Jeremy’s nose, “I’m gonna go get some damp towels so you can cool down a bit, yeah?” and so he can get rid of some of that gross-ass sweat currently covering Jeremy’s body as far as he can see. Jeremy seems to have tossed his blanket practically across the bedroom at some point to alleviate some of the heat but even in nothing but a tank-top and boxers he looks like he’s going to boil from the inside-out. When he comes back with four smaller towels and a bowl of cold water Jeremy hasn’t opened his eyes and Michael thinks he might’ve fallen asleep. He arranges one of the towels over Jeremy’s eyes and the latter lets out a sigh of immense relief. “Does your head hurt, Jer?”

“Why’re you being so nice…” Jeremy’s voice is weak and it sounds like it hurts to talk. Michael frowns at the words. 

“When am I ever mean to you?” He asks with a scoff.

“You’re just always nice even after what I did.” Michael has to swallow down an automatic feeling of dread. Any reminder of the Squip usually has that affect. 

“We’re past that, Jeremy.” He keeps his voice quiet so he still sounds calm and not at all like his heart is beating out of his chest.

“I still hear him sometimes.” The words are so simple, and said so softly but it still seems like Jeremy is screeching, as though he’s calling out for help. 

“What do you mean?” He desperately tries to keep his voice calm as he sits down next to Jeremy, he wishes he hadn’t put a towel over half of Jeremy’s face now, wishes he could see what’s going on with Jeremy’s facial expression.

“I keep trying to-” Jeremy has to pause for a second as his voice breaks, “I just want to be better than what he said I was.” 

“Jeremy whatever he said it-” Michael’s words are interrupted by Jeremy who seemingly isn’t done. 

“He would always tell me how terrible I was, how I was gross and how everyone else thought so too…” Michael grabs Jeremy’s hand and squeezes it, unsure what else to do. “Fuck he was right. He was always right.” 

“That’s not true…” Michael whispers shifting so that he’s sitting closer to Jeremy, still squeezing his hand tight. 

“I still hear him, and- and sometimes I forget I don’t have to listen anymore!” Jeremy’s voice is shaky and Michael knows he’s crying, “I keep forgetting I don’t have to say it too.”  

“What do you mean?” Michael doesn’t want to know, but if Jeremy needs to talk he’ll listen, he’ll always listen. 

“He’d make me say things-things about myself…” comes the delayed response and this time Michael listens to the urge that’s telling him to remove the towel from Jeremy’s eyes, his headache be damned. He won’t let Jeremy get so caught up in his own thoughts that he doesn’t remember he isn’t alone. Jeremy blinks his eyes open, and Michael notices right away that he was right. Jeremy’s eyes are red and the second the towel is off his eyes start to water and he looks so frightened and so small that Michael wants nothing more than to take all of the bad, horrible things the Squip told him and make them disappear. He knows he can’t though, the best he can do is just sit there, and hold Jeremy’s hand. 

“You don’t have to tell me,” he says softly and brings Jeremy’s hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the sweaty palm, “but I’m here, okay? I’m right here, and I’m listening.” Michael can’t be sure if his words do any good as Jeremy only seems to cry harder, but Jeremy needs to know he’s not alone. It takes a few minutes but after a while Jeremy seems to calm down enough to continue.

“Everything about me makes me wanna die.” Jeremy sniffs and fresh tears spring to his eyes and all Michael can do is gather Jeremy up in his arms and hold him close. “He’d make me repeat that…” Jeremy continues, “and I didn’t- I felt it. He just took things I already thought and felt and made me- I want him gone!” Michael’s heart breaks as Jeremy’s ramble ends in a wail, “I want him gone I want him- he’s still- Michael!” Jeremy sobs and grabs at the front of Michael’s shirt. 

“I’m here. It’s gonna be okay. He can’t do shit anymore. He-it’s just a voice and it’s awful and I hate it but that’s all it is. it can’t do shit to you anymore.” Even as he says it he isn’t sure if it’s true. With Jeremy still sobbing in his arms, he feels powerless and wonders silently if the Squip isn’t already doing shit, or if he’s just done enough damage to last Jeremy a lifetime. 

He pushes the thought away and squeezes Jeremy tighter. 

The Only Exception (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,442

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes

A/N: Okay, so I saw a movie a long long time ago that was terrible, but it inspired the ‘bad’’ love advice and the firemen. I’ve been dying to have fireman!Bucky in one of my AUs.

And yes, the title comes from the Paramore song. I felt like it’s how reader feels throughout. Hope you guys like it. I had some writer’s block, and some house guests, so this is a little late being posted.

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Farewell, Pretty Little Liars.

Today is the day that we must finally say goodbye to Pretty Little Liars. With its never-ending theories and constant renewals, the PLL endgame always seemed like an intangible, abstract and theoretical concept that is just so far away, that it will simply never come. It feels so surreal to say that today is that day, which again, over the years, was never in sight. I thought watching Pretty Little Liars would just be some light, weekly, background entertainment. On June 8 2010, I did not truly know what crazy rollercoaster I had stumbled upon. Through numerous ups and downs, these past 7 years have certainly been unforgettable. If you told me seven years ago that a television show will have such a positive impact on my life, I would have laughed at you and called you dramatic. Tell me that today, and I’ll smile in appreciation at the positive influence and power a television show can bestow upon its viewers.

Not every show makes it to seven seasons, particularly mystery shows. Seven years is a long time. I started watching this show when I was 13, and I am now 19. (I realise I am probably very young in comparison to most other PLL fans!) Just to visually see this: Pretty Little Liars was with me while I was 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18 and 19. These are arguably some of the most important years of one’s life. As I grew, PLL grew too, in a literal sense, as we got a time jump where the characters matured, but also in figurative sense, since the stories gradually shifted from being high-school oriented to dark and twisted themed through a demented dollhouse and a psychologically straining board game. All while PLL was on the air, I graduated from primary school and high school, started university, got my driver’s license, my first job, credit card, car, gone overseas by myself, and made life-long friendships. Achieving all that never was easy, but it was made easier by PLL. If I ever struggled in my personal development, I always had PLL to fall back upon for psychological stability and security, aside from general entertainment. A part of me sees the end of PLL as if the training wheels are coming off my bike: for 7 years, I was learning how to become a young man, and now that I finally am one, I no longer need this safety rock that is PLL in order to continue developing.

This long, personal post is dedicated to me and my seven-year relationship with Pretty Little Liars.

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The Tenth Floor pt 1

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times


You certainly looked the part. Dress slacks, light-blue blouse, a blazer with the sleeves rolled up once. You were even wearing heels, much to your distaste. You had bought your slacks at a consignment store cheap, and they fit other than the length. You planned to either have them hemmed or buy new ones as soon as you got your first pay check, but for now you would have to survive without practical shoes.

The elevator you were standing in was basically a box of mirrors, and everywhere you looked you saw yourself. It was a little disconcerting, so you tried to focus on your phone. You felt the elevator stop, and you glanced up at the numbers on the wall. You were only on the fifth floor, so you guessed someone else must be going up as well.

You were right, and watched as two young men stepped into the elevator with you. The taller of the two gave you a smile as the other almost pressed the button for the tenth floor, noticed it was already lit up, and dropped his hand.

“You must be the new secretary.” He commented, and you raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah, how did you—“

“We know everyone on the tenth floor.” The taller man replied. “My name’s Seokjin, by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, giving them both a smile. “I look forward to getting to know you both.”

“Don’t count on it.” The second man snorted.

Seokjin shot the other man a look, and hit his arm lightly. “Jimin, don’t scare the girl off on her first day.” Jimin shrugged, unperturbed.

“What do you mean, ‘don’t count on it’?” You asked, and Jimin smiled.

“I mean, you won’t be around long enough to get to know us.” He looked over to Seokjin. “I’d give her a week, tops.”

Seokjin sighed. “Such a pessimist.” He chided before sizing you up. “She’ll last a month.”

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How I ship Gency:

I like to think that Angela is a kind but very very tired soul that continues to push herself beyond her limits for the good of humanity. She’s constantly trying to improve medical science and works long hours to make it happen. She will sometimes go days without sleep on the job and forget to eat. Over the years, it has made her jaded - almost dead inside. But she does what she must.

One day, a body is rushed to her by Blackwatch all the way from Japan. She has never seen this man - or what’s left of him - before, but he’s obviously very important to Overwatch’s interests if he was rushed to her to be saved. So she begins the grueling process of breathing life back into his body. Thanks to the advances in medicine that she has pioneered, she is able to save the miraculous, weak heartbeat in him. Regardless, she still works for months slowly rebuilding him and salvaging any organic parts possible. All the while he is comatose.

The first time he awakens, he is disoriented, angry, and violent. Angela has to call for back up to restrain him so she can explain where he is, what has happened, and that he is safe. Gabriel Reyes enters during this time. Reyes doesn’t beat around the bush. He tells the man - Shimada Genji - that he was saved because they need his knowledge of the Shimada clan in order to dismantle it - that he will be instrumental in taking down his family business. Angela is horrified. She’d never been told to what end Overwatch needed this man - only that he held valuable information. She only guessed who or what he could be. Perhaps an important diplomat or undercover agent - but not an outsider. Not someone who would be in their debt for life. Her operations on him were costly. There was no way Overwatch would do that and expect nothing in return. Though they worked for the safety of the world - Angela knew they were not a charity.

She shoots a piercing glare in Reyes’ direction - saying silently, “This is NOT what I signed up for! We WILL talk about this later!” Reyes ignores her look. He waits for Shimada’s response. The man is silent. Thinking. After a pregnant pause, his gaze crawls up to their faces and a chill runs through Angela’s spine.

“I could be more than just information,” he says with seething rage boiling in his eyes. Reyes lifts an eyebrow. Angela can’t breathe. Shimada continues, “It would be my pleasure to assist in destroying my brother’s empire.” His lips curl at the word brother.

Reyes and Shimada exchange hard stares at one another. Reyes is the first to speak. “What are you asking, boy?”

“Let me personally assist on this project. On the field. I know more secrets than just the business of the empire - and how to exploit them. I am already a trained fighter with extensive experience in stealth and… Other fields of interest to your organization.” The menace in his gaze reveals that he speaks the truth.

Angela leaves abruptly. She doesn’t need to look at Reyes to know that he will accept Shimada’s offer. She is so very tired.

She assists in Shimada’s recovery. She fine-tunes his motor skills. She helps him learn to walk again. She helps familiarize him with his new functions… She refuses to comply with Blackwatch’s request to integrate weaponry into his cybernetic body. She hates weapons. She hates violence - it’s what stole her parents from her in the war. She has only ever killed in battle when absolutely necessary and in self-defense, and she has no intention of making instrument of death.

They confiscate her medical files on Shimada-san. She is told she will no longer be his overseeing doctor. She does not see him for a long time.

She cannot help but worry about him. She spent months caring for him in his most vulnerable state, yet here he is working for Blackwatch with cybernetic weapons and enhancements. His new armor covers his face. She has not seen it since the day he awoke.

Over the years, she occasionally hears of strides made in the Shimada Empire Project. Inside jobs. Sabotage. Assassinations. She always thinks of Shimada-san.

Then everything goes to hell.

With the Swiss headquarters razed to the ground and Overwatch outlawed by the PETRAS Act, Angela is alone and so very tired. Overwatch and Blackwatch agents have scattered across the Earth, she among them. Despite the weight of the world on her shoulders, she can’t help but wonder in the back of her mind what Shimada will do now. His rage and bitterness had driven his actions since the day he was revived. Where would he go with no organization or project? She worries.

A year passes. She receives a letter - a hand-written letter?? It’s covered with postage and forwarding stamps to multiple addresses. It is from Shimada. The contents are awkward with apologies and abundant with reluctance at even writing to her. He is apparently staying with the Shambali monks in Nepal under the teachings of Zenyatta Tekhartha. He writes that Zenyatta insisted that he begin writing letters to someone in his life as a part of his healing process. Healing process? He ends the letter with an apology for bothering her.

“Healing process”… Her heart warms at the thought. She writes him back, expressing that she is not bothered by his letters and informing him of her current mailing address for future ones.

For the next three years she looks forward to every letter. She is still overworked. Still trying to better the world. Still so very tired. But his letters remind her that working to help others heal is valid and worth the pain. His transformation is gradual, but evident. At first he is guarded - only sharing bare minimum details of his lessons. As they exchange letters, however, she begins to see his walls crumble as he shares more personal thoughts and feelings. He even starts to inject wry humor into his script. She doesn’t know for certain, and maybe it could never truly be this way, but Angela believes she is getting to meet the man from before the fight with his brother. He asks that she refer to him by his first name, Genji, so that he is not reminded of the name he shares with his brother, Hanzo.

Genji still refers to her as Miss Ziegler.

The Overwatch recall blindsides her, yet she travels to Gibraltar as soon as possible… She knows where she belongs. She writes Genji from Gibraltar informing him of her new address. She does not receive a reply. She worries.

One day, several weeks after the recall, a stranger covered from head to toe in intricately designed garments appears on their doorstep, an omnic companion in tow. Winston greets them hesitantly, Angela unconsciously stands slightly behind the gorilla. The stranger stares past Winston and into Angela’s face, saying nothing at first. Several moments pass. The omnic places a hand on the man’s shoulder, and he seems to relax a bit. He is hesitating. Why? Slowly, the man lifts his hands to undo the headdress covering his face, all the while keeping his gaze locked on Angela.

A moment more passes as he unties the cloth around his head. Then all at once the headdress is off, leaving his face naked.

Rich brown eyes meet hers, steadied with courage. Pale, old scars marble his face, crawling upward and across his cheeks, nose, and lips. His mechanical jaw clenches in apprehension. His black hair is plastered to his forehead from the headdress he’d been wearing not long ago.

Angela cannot breathe as she looks upon the face that she has not seen since the day she revived him.

Genji.

She is hugging him before she realizes what she’s doing. His arms hover over her back, shock evident in his face. Pulling back and wiping joyful tears from her eyes, she apologizes for surprising him.“But,” she adds with a wry smile “you surprised me first! So we are even.”

The shock in his eyes melts into something softer that she cannot name. He chuckles. “I suppose you are right, Miss Ziegler.”

She feels a prick of annoyance at his formality, but quickly squashes it. After all, she’s just heard him laugh for the first time. She smiles genuinely. “You seem well, Genji.”

What passes across his expression can be described as nothing other than the purest of inner tranquility. The corners of his lips upturn just slightly. His gaze is soft, unguarded as he looks into her eyes. The shadows of the violent rage that boiled in his soul so many years ago are nowhere to be found. “I am a different man now. I am whole.”

Her heart squeezes. Tears blur her vision and she cannot help grinning as the joy for him thrums throughout her body. “…That is wonderful!” she manages.

She is the furthest thing from tired.

Sometimes people need to heal before love can blossom. Falling in love is not the cure-all. But loving others, building those relationships through the thick of it all - that is one of the most important bonds you can ever have.

arwenxs  asked:

Hi! For the prompts, I don't know if you've done this before, but what about a Tony Stark advises for the young avengers? Because I really love the RDJ advises so I think that might be cool.

I SO FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA OMG I DECIDED I COULD NOT WAIT TO POST IT.

Also I interpreted “Young Avengers” as his new young Avengers, not the Young Avengers™ who don’t have a book right now. That may have been wrong, sorry D:

Title: Tony Stark Advises the Avengers
Rating: PG
Summary: Somehow, Tony Stark ended up Team Dad.
Notes: This is set nominally in the 616, where Ms. Marvel (Kamala Khan), Nova (Sam Alexander), and Spider-man (Miles Morales) are half of an Avengers team with Iron Man (Tony Stark), Captain America (Sam Wilson), and Thor (Jane Foster). 
More Notes: There is a text version following the image version for people who need plain text. Sorry there are two guys on this team named Sam, it’s not my fault. 

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anonymous asked:

Care to elaborate on your tags re: Harry's music and your worries concerning content vs form? I don't get it. Thanks.

So short version (I’ll try and write a post that explains what I actually mean some time in the future - but I can already feel that this post is going to be long).  my concerns about Harry’s music are quite personal.  I really value specificity in music and also fun/joy.  Harry’s interview further suggested that I probably couldn’t expect much of either of these things from his album.  I’d kind of figured that from SOTT and ESNY.  I don’t think joy or specificity are where he’s at as a songwriter - and I also think there is a lot about his position that would discourage joy (and even more so) specificity in songs.  I find the reasons that he might not be into joy and specificity in songs quite endearing and I have huge sympathy for them.  So it doesn’t necessarily change the way I respond to him as a person, but it will change the way I respond to his music.  And it does make me sad, for me, that the music he’s putting out won’t be the sort of music that most resonates with me.

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The content vs. form thing of his interview is kind of a feature of the form itself.  Long celebrity interviews are this dance where the celebrity performs being accessible and intimate, while staying on brand and the journalist writes as if they’re revealing while also maintaining access.  To me there were these really jarring juxtapositions to the words Harry was saying and the form of the promo campaign that he was saying it.

So Harry says: “ “Who’s to say that young girls who like pop music – short for popular, right? – have worse musical taste than a 30-year-old hipster guy?” etc in his first in depth print interview with a magazine whose entire mission has been to uphold the supremacy of the 30-year-old hipster guy.  This venue and the interviewer were very definitely chosen to signal to those 30-year-old hipster guy that it was OK to like Harry.  On top of that Harry carefully and repeatedly uses the word honest - to signal to those readers that his music is better and more authentic now than it was in One Direction when those teenage girls liked him.

Or Harry says: “I feel like they were always thinking, ‘OK, this ride could stop at any point and we’re going to have to be there when it does.’ There was something about playing the album and how happy I was that told them, ‘If all I get is to make this music, I’m content. If I’m never on that big ride again, I’m happy and proud of it.'” While part of an incredibly highly controlled, high-stakes, promo campaign, designed to make him a solo superstar.

Now that’s really normal, that’s kind of a feature of this sort of interview.  But the impression I got from to the totality of the interview was not that Harry was not just carefully selling an image, but also quite mixed up about who he wanted to be and how he wanted to relate to people, mystery vs honesty and so on.  That this jarring juxtaposition wasn’t just a feature of the form of the celebrity, but also showing how ambivalent and unclear Harry was about all this stuff. 

In particular, it made me think of two different statements kind of about being seen.  One was Harry’s own, from a year in the making, “I want to be someone who doesn’t care what people think, but I just don’t think I am.” For me, everything about this promo campaign has demonstrated how much both of those things, wanting not to care, but really caring, are still absolutely true for Harry.

And the other was Jodie Foster’s coming out speech - which is a mess, but I’ve always thought a really profound mess:

…be a big coming-out speech tonight because I already did my coming out about a thousand years ago back in the Stone Age, in those very quaint days when a fragile young girl would open up to trusted friends and family and co-workers and then gradually, proudly to everyone who knew her, to everyone she actually met. But now I’m told, apparently, that every celebrity is expected to honor the details of their private life with a press conference, a fragrance and a prime-time reality show. […] But seriously, if you had been a public figure from the time that you were a toddler, if you’d had to fight for a life that felt real and honest and normal against all odds, then maybe you too might value privacy above all else. Privacy.

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I will continue to tell stories, to move people by being moved, the greatest job in the world. It’s just that from now on, I may be holding a different talking stick. And maybe it won’t be as sparkly, maybe it won’t open on 3,000 screens, maybe it will be so quiet and delicate that only dogs can hear it whistle. But it will be my writing on the wall. Jodie Foster was here, I still am, and I want to be seen, to be understood deeply and to be not so very lonely.

(transcript here - full speech easily accessible 2013 Golden Globes).

The juxtaposition between the really deeply felt desire for privacy and the just as deeply felt desire to be seen and understood really moved me when I first saw it and I thought she made it really clear that both could be true at the same time.  And I think the speech demonstrates that when you’ve been in the public eye as long as Jodie Foster, the two desires are impossibly intertwined.

I got the same desire and contradiction (although obviously not nearly as openly laid out - which is what makes Jodie Foster’s speech extraordinarily) from Harry’s interview.  

How could he feel anything else? He’s been exposed, told stories about, hidden and lied about.  How could he feel anything but a desire for privacy and a desire to be seen and understood.  How could he hope to untangle them, or even know how to act on them at his age?

And that made me very sad for him - because I want him to have it all.  I want him to be seen and understood and I want him to have all the privacy and space he needs.  And I think either will be very difficult for him to get, let alone both.

soulmate! Vernon

requested by anon

Summary: fluff, soulmate au

in which your eye color matches your soulmate’s hair color and vice versa

  • so you live in a neighborhood that’s basically every suburban neighborhood in America ever
  • your mom has frequent business trips to SK because of her job and her side of the family is there also
  • so when summer rolls around you’re bored of suburbia
  • and decide to take an internship at your mom’s workplace in SK
  • so you pack up all your crap into a suitcase
  • and in 20+ hours it’s family reunion time
  • your aunt and uncle and cousins are happy to see you, practically jumping up and down to pick you up from the airport 
  • they prepare an apartment in Seoul nearby your mom’s office
  • and you’re like what the heck, I like the city
  • it’s always too lonely at home when your mom’s away on trips but here you have a bunch of family
  • so you decide to study abroad for the school year and enroll in a university in SK
  • and it’s good for your mass communications degree, as is the internship
  • you settle in your comfy apartment in Seoul, your mom visiting when she has business trips
  • your cousins and aunt and uncle invite you over often for home cooked meals
  • after a few days, the US is just a distant memory
  • you feel like you fit right into the city, the bustling life, the lights shining brightly, the sound of people going about their days
  • it feels like what you think is home, you were meant to live here
  • with the sudden move for the summer internship and the school year, you kind of forgot about the whole soulmate thing
  • that is until you look in the mirror in the bathroom one morning
  • and your eyes
  • they’re. freaking. pale. af. 
  • like the color of blonde hair with darker tan and beige undertones and highlights 
  • they were pitch black the day before 
  • you’re taken back but it happens occasionally when you know that soulmate of yours out there somewhere dyes their hair
  • at least they’ve been pretty consistent and didn’t dye their hair something outrageous, like pink
  • you get ready for the day already used to the new look
  • you kind of like it
  • you decide to take a walk along the Han River
  • you like going there to read on the grass or write random poems (although your years of studying language still hasn’t allowed you to find a word that rhymes well with beautiful) and listen to music
  • a mixture of hiphop, edm, and ballads
  • it’s pretty early in the morning and you walk and jot stuff down in your mini notebook as you go, breathing in the early morning air
  • but apparently paying attention to where you’re going is a good idea because both you and this person didn’t seem to realize that
  • until the both of you collide with into each other and you both end up on the ground
  • “I’m sorry!” he stands up and reaches out for your hand to help you up
  • you’re kind of just staring at him in shock though
  • because his hair… 
  • and your hair…his eyes
  • and it doesn’t take him long to stare at you wondering what’s up
  • and he sees your eyes
  • “Oh shi-” he stumbles backwards and falls back on the ground, again, across from you and you’re both just trying to process what just happened
  • so naturally you say something incredibly intelligent to make a good first impression on your soulmate
  • “did you just curse in English?” and suddenly you’re both laughing amazed at the situation
  • turns out he was too busy jamming to a song to watch where he was going
  • and you were too busy scribbling something you can’t even remember
  • it’s awkward at first, how do you react properly to meeting your soulmate?
  • but he’s endearing and drags you into a convenience store for ramen and coffee
  • “I actually prefer cheeseburgers”
  • “No way, me too.”
  • it’s like you met your long lost best friend
  • “you’re a rapper? no way!”
  • “you write? dude can I see some of your stuff”
  • “these would make lit lyrics”
  • “aw really? thanks!”
  • “wait you wrote the rap lines for this song? omg they’re so good!”
  • you’re both just sitting in that convenience store one ear bud in your left ear and the other one in his right ear
  • talking music and all the technical stuff that makes it an incredible medium for language when used correctly
  • it’s almost like you’ve known each other forever
  • you both start walking towards his dance studio cuz you got nowhere better to go for a bit
  • with the ear buds still connecting the two of you, and laughing and conversing in English
  • walk into the practice room and damn everyone goes silent and stares at you two
  • who are still talking in english
  • they are all so lost like who is this girl, vernon doesn’t bring random girls to the studio
  • except for Joshua
  • who understands everything y'all are saying
  • and has this huge smile on his face 
  • “annyeonghasaeyo” you say blushing, “ I’m-”
  • “my soulmate!“ Hansol says not containing his excitement whatsoever
  • everyone is ready to explode
  • “Jun’s was literally just a few weeks ago?wtf?”
  • it kind of already feels like a family and Jeonghan steals your phone, already putting in everyone’s numbers
  • “If Hansol is being difficult, call me, my number’s under ‘y/n’s angel’”
  • Seungkwan puts his contact name in as 'YOUR BIGGEST COMPETITION’ and jokingly makes an “I’m watching you” hand gesture
  • Hansol doesn’t get a choice, svt puts his contact name in your phone as ‘y/n’s soulmate’
  • “you better protect him"
  • “he gets lost in thought a lot”
  • “he could be drowning and probably think about what he wants for lunch and forget to swim”
  • you laugh, it’s hilarious
  • but now it’s really time to go because it’s late
  • he walks you out to the secret backdoor because paparazzi 
  • “your other member just found his soulmate huh?”
  • “fate is funny, we are seventeen, jun hyung and me met our soulmate 2017″
  • “it must if seventeen’s soulmate year”
  • you both kind of just stare at each other stupidly, both not wanting to leave
  • until you grin and laugh 
  • this sets him off into laughter
  • you tilt your head to the side like you were debating something
  • and as if it was in slow motion, you lean up and press a soft kiss to his cheek
  • immediately, his hands come up to cup his cheek shyly
  • you grin at his cuteness
  • “I’ll text you when I’m home!”
  • he watches your back view and you turning around one last time and wave at him when you see him watching
  • when your out of eye sight, he lets go of his cheek and looks at his reflection in the glass panel
  • a hint of pink lip gloss stains it

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Originally posted by pledisseventeen

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

soulmate! Jun || soulmate! Vernon || soulmate! Vernon (part 2) || soulmate! Woozi || soulmate! Mingyu (carat version) || soulmate! Hoshi || soulmate! Jeonghan || soulmate! Seungcheol || soulmate! Joshua || soulmate! Joshua (part 2) || soulmate! Seungkwan || soulmate! Minghao || soulmate! Dino

anonymous asked:

winteriron neighbours au bucky is 28 or 29 and tony is 24 or 25, where bucky and tony live next to each other and tony is scared of him. bucky is always grumpy, angry, glaring at everyone. tony thinks bucky is a serial killer. one day he just blurts it out and bucky is very offended. that's how they start talking. later when they start dating steve still can't get over the fact that tony had thought that bucky was an assassin. he still laughs at them because of that. happy ending.

Resting Bitch Face/Bucky will always be one of my top pairings lmao. (Man I had plans for this and then I threw in angst lol I’m a failure.) Look out for under the cut!

You can also find this on Ao3 here.


Tony was pretty sure his neighbor was a serial killer.

Like, he’d done the proper thing his mother had said to do, introduce himself to his new neighbors (he had a standing offer to have coffee with Bruce anytime), but when he’d knocked on the door of 4D, a man had answered looking ready to commit murder. There had been bags under his eyes and his eyes were red and his hair was a mess. He’d grunted out a terse ‘the fuck do you want’ and Tony had been able to do nothing but squeak. And then the door had been slammed shut in his face.

Which, you know, might have been a little rude; no one looked good first thing in the morning and Tony had clearly blind-sided him. But the guy hadn’t had to slam the door in his face. He had planned on just nicknaming him ‘Rudy McTrudy’ and moving on with his life.

Except sometimes Rudy McTrudy came home late at night clutching his left hand with a towel that was stained with blood.

Tony nicknamed him ‘Murder Guy’ instead.

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anonymous asked:

from the "drabble prompt list thingy" could you do Apodyopis with eggsy? thanks karley!!! :)

 eggsy unwin + apodyopis – the act of mentally undressing someone.

a/n; pre-kingsman fuckboi eggsy? pre-kingsman fuckboi eggsy

tags; @alexsunmners @rax-writes @mvximoff @paperclipmac @dicckgrayson

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The first day’s always the worst, you try and tell yourself as you walk into the Black Prince, pulling your pencil skirt down. It’ll get better, just gotta give it a few days.

Walking inside the pub, you’re almost immediately met with the overwhelming scent of liquor. Being it’s a Monday night, there are not many people in the pub, which is a plus for you. Your first day at your new job kinda made you want to curl up in a ball for a couple days.

You can feel the gaze of a couple of the men in the booths and elect to ignore them because all you really want right now is a cold beer and some time to clear your head. Besides, they’re all on the older side and you don’t roll that way. (Unless it’s a celebrity; then that’s a different story!)

You slide onto a bar stool and the bartender greets you warmly, informing you it’s not every day a woman frequents his pub, in which you laugh and tell him that it’s the only one near your new flat. He in return slides you a glass full of beer, in which he insists is on the house. (For first-timers, he said.)

Eggsy, on the other hand, has had a shitty day as well, but of course, for a completely different reason, which of course involves his god-awful stepfather. So he called his mates out for a drink, and that’s how he found himself there tonight.

Of course, he had noticed you right away when he walked in because when has a chick as hot as you been inside this dirty, old pub? And it became even more apparent when his mate kicked him on the shin from under the table.

“The fuck was that for?” Eggsy says in pain, as his friend laughs. “You’re a fuckin’ prick!”

“'cause I’m pretty sure you haven’t been listening to to me this entire time,” Ryan laughs, taking a sip of his drink. “You’ve been checkin’ out that fine chick over at the bar.” 

Eggsy rolls his eyes, lips tugging into a smirk as he brings his glass to his lips and says,

“More like imaginin’ what her clothes would look like on my floor.”

“Oh, what, you plannin’ on banging her right next to your mom n’ Dean?” Jamal teases, causing Eggsy to chuckle.

“Tell you what,” Ryan says mischievously. “Twenty quid says you can’t even get her number.” He pulls out the cash as he says that, placing in the middle of the table.

Eggsy laughs and stands and pockets the money, and says,

“Watch and learn, boys.”

They chuckle as Eggsy shoves his hands in his pockets and makes his way over to you, sliding into the vacant stool next to you. You spare him a look out of the corner of your eye and look forward as he starts ordering a drink for himself.

Eggsy turns to look at you for a second, before smiling and saying to the bartender,

“And fill the lady’s drink while you’re at it, mate!” 

At that, you turn to look at him directly now, as he uses the money from his friend to pay for your refill. You smile as he looks at you finally, and all you can think of is how goddamn attractive he is.

“I’m a big girl, you know,” You say with a laugh, pushing your half empty glass towards the bartender. “I can pay for a refill.”

“But I don’t see you denying it love,” Eggsy laughs, causing you to turn a little pink. “My name is Eggsy, and you are?”

You chuckle as you give him your name, and he offers his hand for you to shake. As the bartender gives you both your drinks, he says,

“So what brings a girl like you here on a Monday night?”

“First day at my new job. I think it’s safe to say I already hate it.” You answer, rubbing mindlessly at the lipstick on the rim of your glass. “And what brings a guy like you here on a Monday night?”

“Sounds like shit already, if you don’t mind me sayin’,” He laughs. “As for me? You know, just the standard, daddy issues n’ shit like that.”

You both can’t help but chuckle at that. During the next half and hour that you guys chat, you don’t deny the various refills he pays for and you certainly don’t mind the way he not-so-subtly gets touchy-feely with you. You’re well aware of his friends that he came in with, and you’re almost certain they’re getting fed-up with Eggsy not returning to their table.

“Well Eggsy, I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got work in the morning,” You announce, pulling the strap of your purse over your shoulder. “And I’m sure your mates are desperately missing you.” You add, acknowledging his friends.

“Those blokes? Nah, they aren’t,” Eggsy replies, standing with you. He then moves closer to you, not to where he’s invading your personal space, but enough to make your breath catch in your throat slightly. Eggsy removes his hand from his pocket and then traces his hand over the bare skin of your arm. “But you? Oh, I’ll be missin’ you, love.”

You swallow hard at the feel of his fingertips grazing your arm, and how he’s looking at you like he could just eat you up. It’s safe to say that you’ve both indicated the mutual attraction towards each other subtly and that neither one of you is opposed to making the night last a little longer. So that’s why you give him an almost sultry smile and say,

“How about you come ‘round to my place?”

At that, Eggsy smirks and loops his arm with yours, and says, 

“You just read my mind, love.”

capameribruh  asked:

okay al so imagine: Neil and Andrew have been on the same pro team for a while when their nutritionist enlists neils help to improve Andrews diet. the high ups enforce it. how would Neil convince Andrew to eat healthier?? he'll find a way, Andrews jobs depends on it (but like imagine how funny this could be) <3

what’s this? al answering a prompt that’s been in her inbox for seven months? YIKES

  • it starts when andrew opens the freezer one morning for breakfast
  • and there’s no ice cream
  • there’s a bag of peas and sweetcorn
  • there’s an empty ice tray
  • but there’s no ice cream
  • which is strange, because andrew remembers buying some the other day
  • and andrew never forgets
  • he goes back out to the lounge where neil is giving sir an intense stare while scratching behind his ears
  • which is a sure sign of guilt. neil is intense, but he says that the cats are the most calming influence in his life. which is sappy.
  • so andrew stands there and waits for neil to meet his eyes
  • (generally andrew’s found that if he exists for long enough in neil’s presence, he starts talking)
  • (sometimes even when andrew isn’t there neil will start talking)
  • maybe if neil doesn’t respond, andrew’s death glare will develop true murderous powers. that would be a win-win, as far as andrew is concerned.

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Caring Company

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’re sexually frustrated and can’t sleep. Most nights like these, your best friend Steve Rogers keeps you company- it’s always just been platonic and friendly until one night he finally makes a move.

Character(s): reader, Steve Rogers

Warnings: little fluff, lotta smut (so my sweet, precious, innocent little ones may want to skip this one!)

Word Count: 2397

A/N: still so busy with this new job training, but I’ve been playing with this one for a week or so when I’ve had the chance and just decided to post it. I’m not super confident in my smut-writing yet, but I liked this idea and rolled with it, so, yea. As always, advice/comments/critiques are highly appreciated and cherished, and I’m down for requests or prompts too!

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You had been tossing and turning in your empty bed for hours, relief and rest evading you with every minute that passed. You fished around in your sheets for your phone and the tapping sounds as you typed echoed in the silence. “Hey Cap, you awake?”

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Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets/The Most Sacred Oath

I’m guessing you can’t hear me squeal over your own squeals, but I’ll just keep at it a little longer, okay? Okay. 

Man, this episode read like very good fanfiction, and while I’m disappointed Dean never found out Cas used to be a woman (although, they did have a conversation about that, so Steve gets points anyway), everything else was plain amazing. I’m actually tempted to do a recap that’s just shouting words into the void, because, seriously, that would be enough, but - okay, let me watch that thing again and then I’ll write a proper meta.


Okay.

(Deep breath.)

So, let’s get one thing out of the way: we already know why this story works so damn well, but it’s worth saying it one more time, because this is what the whole episode was about.

A human and an angel: not meant to be.

Ishim said humans are dangerous to angels, and I agree with him: if angels want to understand humans, to truly become friends with them, to live among them - well - look at what’s that done to Cas. Caring about humans is, apparently, different than caring about another angel; it forces you to give up something deep inside yourself. You become - weaker, unhappy. Doubt-ridden. Trapped between two worlds, and fit for neither. And as for humans - if they truly wish to get closer to angels - to speak their language, to know enough about their magic and weapons to be able help them when they’re in trouble or hurt - that literally costs them their souls.

It’s a tragedy. It’s doomed.

But, of course, it’s not completely hopeless. What would be the point of writing a love story if you know from the start nothing can never happen at all? No - love can conquer all, and this episode dangled it in front of us - the angel who chose humanity, who tried to defend the person he loved from his own brothers, and the human who was fascinated with angels and knew enough about them to make it work.

(They had a daughter, sort of, and let’s cry about that for the rest of eternity, because can you see it? Dean loves kids, and -)

Anyway. We’ve known for a while that angels - I mean, the price Cas paid for his loyalty to the Winchesters (his love for Dean) - that’s harrowing. But this idea that humans need to sacrifice their soul to become closer to angels - thanks for that, Steve. I’m fine.

And surely, at this point, there is no other way this could end? Because what Sam and Cas share - yeah, that’s what friendship looks like, but Dean and Cas - right. And so Cas went and said it (“You mean too much to me.”) and Dean just holed up in his room for the rest of the week? He never said a word to Cas? And, Jesus, Cas thinks Dean’s angry? At him? I’m glad this, at least, was spelled out clearly, because apparently some people still don’t get it and read Dean’s emotions at face value and no, Dean was not angry - he was worried out of his damn mind, and he’s got reason to be, because Cas still doesn’t fucking get it: “I don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life”.

The idiot - the useless, fucking idiot.

(“Smelly. Dirty. Twice the worry about getting ganked.”)

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