perfect show with a perfect finale

anonymous asked:

i'm not really sure how to feel about pitch perfect 3

For people who have been following this blog for awhile, I’m sure they know by now that I’m not the biggest Pitch Perfect fan. I like that it gave Anna exposure. She also looks like she’s having a blast every time she makes one of these. As a fan, I want her to be happy and to do projects that she wants and feels passionate about.

However I don’t think Pitch Perfect is doing much for her career. I enjoyed the first one, sure. The sequel was good in aspects but in many others it didn’t work for me. I’d prefer Anna doing dramas or black comedies. Some of her early films really show how good of an actress she is. She was nominated for an Oscar. She can get to that level. But Pitch Perfect is just a fun movie and that’s it. I’m glad the third is being marketed as the final film. I need Anna out of this series and for her talent to be put to better use elsewhere. But that’s just me.

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some things NEVER change

scars add up - rips pull at thread - three organizations … SAME ATTITUDE

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Definitely hugely inspired by @segadores-y-soldados and @coelasquid. THANK YOU to both of you for your AMAZING ideas and for sharing them!

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dashingdragon  asked:

This is really random, but I needed to share. I keep thinking about all of the Robins trying to perfect the BatGlare TM when they're younger and Bruce's surprised or proud reactions when they finally get it. Damian, however, seems to have been born with it.

CONFIRMED.

Dick would always make Bruce laugh when he tried to imitate it as when he was younger, and didn’t perfect his own version of the Batglare until he took on the cape and cowl himself. He may be known as “the Batman that smiled”, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t show his mean side to criminals. 

Jason “try and catch me you big boob” Todd learned to imitate the Batglare pretty early on and consistently used it as a means of annoying the hell out of Bruce whenever he didn’t get his way. He still does it to this day, and it still manages to piss Bruce off. 

Tim would try. He really would. Usually in front of his own mirror, in private. And Bruce caught him doing it once or twice and almost died because it was the most adorably awkward thing he’d ever seen Tim do, which is saying a lot because that boy is dorky as hell. 

Cass’ Batglare has to be the best out of all of the kids. And Bruce is so proud of her for it and enjoys watching petty mobsters and criminals cower beneath it after she has single-handedly beat them all up. What he doesn’t know is that she and Stephanie practiced it with each other all. the. time. Complete with a gruff and gravelly Batvoice™ that usually devolves into snorts and giggles.

But Damian… Damian Wayne practically came out of his artificial womb with the Batglare™. 

He used to claim it was because he was “the blood-son” back when he was still young, misguided and spouting that nonsense. But in all honesty, it probably has less to do with genes and more to do with the fact that Damian has been studying and trying to emulate his father, the Batman, ever since he was a wee tot. 

Now. Please try to imagine little four-year-old Damian al Ghul wearing a thawb and standing in front of a mirror. His dark, round face is screwed up as he narrows his eyes at his own reflection in a desperate attempt to mimic all the footage and photos of the Batman that Talia has shown him.

Try to imagine this without crying. I dare you. 

Jeff Atkins - One Shot

A/N: Please forgive me but this is extremely long. I wanted it to read out like the show where Hannah is the narrator but the flashbacks/events are from the reader’s perspective - kinda like when Clay was reliving them if that makes sense.

Let me know how you like it!

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Hannah

Y/N, I can count all of the times I ran into you on my fingers but yet you left a lasting impression. You and Jeff were the envy of the school. The cheerleader and the all-star jock. There was nothing cuter than when the two of you were together. Your locker was 4 away from mine and there wasn’t a day I didn’t see him meet you there before each class. I envied you so much. Both of you. You had it all. Love. Popularity. Friendship. You were good at everything you tried to do, and you were still some of the sweetest, kind-hearted people, I’d ever met -

 

You

“Dang, you’re looking extra fine today, baby.” Jeff said, coming up behind you to press a kiss on the back of your head before leaning against the locker next to yours.

 “Not as fine as Angie’s lips though, right?” You returned hotly, continuing to look through the mess of papers to see if you could find your chemistry study guide.

 It took him a moment to process what you’d just said and he immediately straightened up. “What?”

 “That’s what you said to Angie in the library right?” You slammed your locker shut, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “If she’s what you want then be my guest.”

Jeff rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You know you’re all I want. You’re all I’ve wanted since 8th grade. I was just congratulating her, that’s all baby. Besides you got best face and best legs. I’m sure you’ve gotten a few compliments today.”

His lips pressed playful kisses along the side your neck, nuzzling his face in your hair to make you laugh. As much as you wanted to stay mad, it was hard when he was just so damn cute.

“Besides - since when do you get jealous?” He asked, with an innocent smile on his face. Then in a moment of recognition, his eyes widened. “Uh-oh. Are you on your period? Is that why you’re so emotional?”

You’d known Jeff since the sixth grade and had been dating since the 8th, by sophomore year of high school, he was practically an expert at reading you and making things better. Lowering your head, you nodded it slowly.

“Awh baby.” He pouted his lips, lowering them to kiss yours. “It’s your lunch period right? Let’s go get you some chocolate from the vending machine. My treat.”

I chuckled, wrapping my arm around his torso to hug him tightly. “Well aren’t you my knight in shining armor.”

“You’re damn right I am.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head.

With his arm thrown over over your shoulder, you walked down the hallway together. Clay and Hannah were talking by the his locker and you both smiled at them.

 “Jensen!” Jeff nodded his head at Clay, the smaller man awkwardly smiling and giving a wave.

“Hey Hannah.” You smiled. “I love those boots.”

She looked down at her shoes then up at you with a genuine, touched smile, saying thank you before you and Jeff disappeared around the corner.

 “That kid has the biggest crush on her.” Jeff said, looking down at you.

“If only he had the balls to do something about it.”

 

Hannah

You had no idea how much something so small had meant to me. You didn’t know about the shitty day I’d had. You didn’t know about how hard I’d had things lately. You didn’t say it to get something out of it. You were genuine and nice  and it helped a lot that day.

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Hannah

At the dance you and Jeff showed up fashionably late. Your hair was down straight, not a strand out of place. Your makeup was no less than perfect like it usually was. You wore an all black dress that matched Jeff’s suit. Sleeveless, with a puffed skirt. The whole thing molding to your perfect body. I had watched as you two entered the gym - everyone did - your both grabbed the attention of everyone and it never seemed to phase you as you were in your own little world.

 
You

“Ayyyy!” Monty came by, throwing an arm around Jeff and I. “You finally made it!”

Jeff laughed, nodding his head towards me. “Would’ve been here 40 minutes ago if Y/N didn’t take forever getting ready.”

“Hey!” You defended, hitting him playfully. “It takes time to create a masterpiece like this.”

“That you are.” Monty looked your up and down, “and those legs definitely deserved to make the list.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed along with Jeff as you were approached by Zach, Justin, and Bryce. Each gave you both a hug and you watched as Jeff tensed when Bryce hugged you. After he let go, Jeff threw his arm around you as if to stake his claim while they made small talk.

“Alright alright. If you fellas don’t mind, I’ma have a dance with my lady.” Jeff said after a while.

“Ooohh” They teased playfully, blowing mock kisses at you.

You laughed as Jeff took you out to the dance floor, his arms wrapping around your waist as you slow danced to the song playing. With your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close like you had at every dance since you’d been together. He’d gotten better at dancing, certainly improved from the first time when he wouldn’t stop stepping on your feet. He looked down into your eyes, a soft smile on his face.

 “You really are a masterpiece.” He whispered.

You blushed, leaning up to kiss his neck. “All for you baby. Always.”

“Man am I lucky.” He smiled.

Looking over his shoulder, you could see Bryce creeping on some girl and returned your eyes to Jeff. “What was that about earlier? With Bryce?”

His face turned serious again and he looked over his shoulder to where I had been looking. “He’s not a good guy. I don’t know. Guy gives me a bad vibe.”

You nodded, running your fingers through the back of his hair. “He does seem like a douche bag.”

“Yeah, I try not to hang out with him one on one.” He nodded, before changing the subject. “Will you look at this? Clay sitting on one side, Hannah on the other. This would be like the perfect opportunity for him to ask her to dance.”

You laughed, looking at them smiling at each other from across the gym. “Go. Tell him to make a move. I have to use the restroom anyway.”

He smiled, kissing your lips again, before letting go of you to walk up to the bleachers. You smiled to yourself watching him go into big brother mode as he spoke with Clay before you walked out of the gym to use the restroom.

“You and Jeff look so good tonight.” Sheri boosted, applying another coat of lipstick in the mirror. “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys won prom king and queen for our senior prom. Everyone’s totally jealous of you guys.”

You laughed, brushing a hair behind your ear as you washed your hands. “We are dreamy aren’t we.” You half joked, drying your hands.

“You have no idea. You’ll have the cutest story to tell your kids some day.” She laughed.

“You ready to go back out?” You asked, finally taking notice of her dress. “Damn Sheri, you’re the one looking amazing. I love that dress.”

She laughed, hooking your arm with hers. “Well, I can’t let you have all the glory.”

The two of you walked out of the bathroom and Hannah practically knocked you over as she walked down the hallway, her eyes filled with tears.

“Hannah, hey.” You stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder to turn her around.

“I’ll meet you inside.” Sheri said, giving us some privacy.

“What’s going on?” You asked her, lifting her chin up to face you. “What happened?”

It’s nothing.” She shook her head, “I just want to go home. It was stupid of me to even think I’d have a good time here.”

“No! Come on - don’t think that way. Come hang out with Jeff and I - Jessica’s in there - we’ll have a great time.”

She looked down then back up at me nodding her head.

“Good.” You smiled, taking your hand in hers.

The two of you walked back inside the gym, each grabbing a cup of punch. You knew Jeff had a game early in the morning so you he wouldn’t be drinking, that gave you a free pass to fill from the spiked bowl. You danced with Hannah before she spotted Jessica getting sloppy with Justin.

“Oh god,” She shook her head, looking over at you. “I’m getting her out of here before she does something she’ll regret.”

You tried to convince her to stay but she didn’t opting to pull Jessica away from Justin. Your eyes met Jeff across the room and your lips lifted into a smile, crossing to jump back into his arms.

“There you are.” He smiled back, kissing you again, “Let’s dance cause this song’s definitely going to play at our wedding.”

 

Hannah

You didn’t have to look out for me that night but you did. I should’ve listened to you, Y/N. I should’ve stayed with you and Jeff and Clay, and ignored everyone else but I didn’t.

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Hannah

It was no surprise that by the time Dollar Valentine came around, you and Jeff had been matched together. While I got guys like Bryce and Marcus, you got your soulmate. Some things just always went right for some people.

 

You

“Well obviously I did dollar valentine - It’s for my squad.” You rolled your eyes, at Monty’s question.

“So?” He asked, “who’d you get?”

Jeff laughed, putting both of our result sheets on the table.

“No - no fucking way!” He laughed in disbelief. “How in the fuck did you two get each other?”

“What can I say man, it’s literally in the cards.” Jeff laughed, pulling you into him before kissing the top of your head. “What do you say? Movies tonight?”

“30 Ways to Die just came out.” You replied. “I’m so down.”

“30 Ways to Die? Seriously?” Zach cocked a brow. “It’s a valentine’s day date - shouldn’t you see some mushy shit?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not when you’ve been together as long as we have. Besides, the romance can happen later” You shot him a wink.

 “Awww shit!” Monty laughed finally catching on.

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“Let me guess.” Clay said as you approached the counter. “You two are seeing Never Say goodbye for Valentine’s day.”

“No we’re seeing 30 Ways to Die.” He replied.

“You’re a classy date” Hannah joked, counting money at the register.

“I am.” He returned, hanging his head with a chuckle. “This was her idea.”

“Nothing gets me in the mood like a good horror.” I joked, causing her to laugh out loud by my unexpected comment. 

“Oh wow. That’s a first.” She laughed, wiping her eyes.

“What’s up with that Dollar Valentine thing?” Jeff asked Clay. “You told me -”

He was cut off by Clay giving him a look. Hannah looked over at us then at him.

“We’re goin’ to see our movie.” Jeff backtracked, grabbing the bowl of popcorn. “I’ll catch you later.”

“Later guys.” I waved back at them, pinching Jeff’s arm.

“How was I supposed to know?” He asked with a shrug.

 

Hannah

While you were in the theater watching a horror movie, curled against into your boyfriends chest, I spent the next couple of hours wondering why I wasn’t good enough to be doing the same.

 

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Hannah

I think back to the night of Jessica’s party and wonder if things would’ve gone differently if I hadn’t been there. I convinced myself that I could start over. That I could be a person that fit in.. And for a little while I did and it was the most fun I’d had in a long time. Of course you and Jeff were there, surrounded by your usual crowd. Yet you both still found the time to push Clay and I towards each other and I never got the chance to thank you.

 

You

“Justin, Jess is looking for you in the kitchen.” You yelled before you caught sight of Hannah.

“Hannah, hey!” You smiled crossing the room with a red cup in your hand. “I like the new hair.”

 You were always extra touchy when you drank and without even asking, you ran your fingers through her hair to fully appreciate the new length.

She smiled at you returning your overly affectionate hug. “Thank you!” She laughed. “Someone’s been drinking.”

“Hell yeah. It’s my turn. I was DD last week, this week is Jeff’s turn.” You laughed, motioning to your hubby in the corner talking to Zach and Monty.

“Well - that’s responsible.” She returned.

“Hey - Clay’s here, being his usually secluded self. You should go say hi and bring him out of his shell.”

She froze but a blush swept her cheeks. “Oh - no, I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“Y/N!” Jeff called from across the room. “Zach thinks he can finally take you at beer pong!”

“That so Dempsey?” You yelled, then turned back to Hannah. “That’s my cue but next time I see you, you better be with Clay!”

She laughed, nodding her head while you ran over to Jeff and the guys.

“You think Junior year is going to be the year you beat me? History says you’ll lose!”

“Nah - “ He shook his head. “This is my year. I can feel it.”

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As the night went on, you ended up making out with Jeff, grinding along to the music while Zach and the guys continued playing. His hand ran up your thigh grabbing your ass through the fabric of your denim shorts. Biting his lower lip, you swept your tongue across it with a smirk, locking your eyes on him.

“You’re totally spending the night at my house.” He whispered. “Tell your mom you’re spending the night at Sheri’s or something.”

 “I’ll call her when we leave.” I smirked, kissing him again.

As much as your mom loved Jeff, she would much quicker approve of you spending the night at your best friends house then at your boyfriends.

“Look -” You motioned your head towards Hannah and Clay walking out to sit by the pool.

Jeff smiled proudly at his friend as they laughed and giggled. “See, I give good advice.”

The two of them looked over at you and Jeff, and the two of you looked away quickly, with you nuzzling your face into his neck with a laugh.

“Uh - oh” You sighed, watching Troy bother them. “Go get him before he ruins it.”

“On it!”

Jeff did as he was told, grabbing Troy and bringing him back towards the ping pong table. You shot Hannah and Clay a wink before Jeff’s lips were back on yours again.

“Seriously. I don’t know what it is, but you’re lookin’ extra good tonight. One more hour tops and I’m getting my hands on you.” He promised with a whisper against your lips.

“Your hands are always on me!” You laughed, brushing your hands up through his hair.

“You’re damn right!”

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“You’re so bad. This is like the third week in a row. It’s only a matter of time before your mom starts to think you’re a closet lesbian.” Sheri laughed, looking up at you as you sat up on the kitchen counter.

Courtney said trying to join in with your laughter. “Who would want that right?”

Both of you stopped laughing, your faces turning serious. Neither of you were a fan of Courtney. She was one of the most two faced people you met.

“Fuck off Courtney.” You replied, no humor in your tone.

Her jaw dropped at your straight-forwardness but she turned around walked away, almost bumping into Hannah who was walking into the kitchen.

She looked distraught so you waved her over. “Hey? What happened? You and Clay were hitting it off.”

“I screwed it up.” She sighed. “Just like I screw everything up.”

“Look, you two have been playing this game for too long. Give it a couple of minutes and go talk to him. You gotta go after what you want honey. Make things happen for yourself.”

“Sheri - You’re blocking me in.” Jeff called from the doorway. His eyes landed on your and his lips curled into a bright smile. “There you are.”

“Here I am.” You threw your arms up, pulling him in for a hug. “Where are you going?”

“Let me just grab my stuff, I’m taking off anyway. Hannah if you want to head out I can give you a ride.” Sheri offered, heading out of the room with her.

“Thank you ma’am.” Jeff yelled after them. “Going on a beer run for the guys.” He answered, holding you against him with his hands on your waist.

“You want me to come with?” You asked, pressing kisses along his neck.

“Nah, I’m going to try and take Jensen with me to see what went wrong. But as soon as I come back, we’re going home.” He smirked, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Then they’ll be nothing to stop me from doing what I want to you.”

“You promise?” You purred against his lips.

“Oh I definitely promise.”

Hannah

I wondered what would’ve happened if I’d listened to you that night. If I stayed with you a little longer. As I looked back at these events, I realized my mistakes in them, and this is one I could’ve never forgiven myself for.

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Hannah

So we come to the reason you’re listening to this tape.

That night, I had caused Sherri to get distracted and knock over the stop sign. She panicked and took off. I ran to the nearest store to call 911 and report it but I was too late by then.

The police said he was drunk driving. Nobody would listen when you told them he’d been sober but he had been and I hope this gives you the tiniest bit of comfort in knowing you weren’t wrong.

I wasn’t there to see your face when you got the news. I’ll never forget the broken-hearted gaze in your eyes at the wake.

You were dressed in all black, again matching Jeff like you always did.Your hair pulled back in a low pony tail. Your makeup done perfectly as always aside from some mascara that had run down from the never-ending flow of tears.

You didn’t speak to anyone that night. You took a cushion from one of the chairs and sat next to the coffin the whole time. The guys tried to offer their condolences. Family tried to comfort you. None of it helped.

I watched as Sherri sat down with you for most of the time. She would whisper comforting words and stroke your back to soothe you when the tears began to constrict your breathing. I could see the guilt inside of her yet she never admitted what she’d done.

The light had gone out inside of you the day Jeff died. The vibrant, cheerful, happy-go-lucky girl was no longer there. Not a smile. Not a glimmer. Not a sound.

You slept at the funeral home that night. Under the special circumstances, the owners allowed it. You stayed on an air mattress inflated next to the casket by the guys and there you had the last night you’d ever spend next to him.

Jeff hadn’t been drinking that night. He was planning to come back to you and the two of you would go on with your perfect lives.

Knowing I ripped that away from you was a guilt I couldn’t bare to live with. I hope you know how truly sorry I am. I hope you can one day find it in your heart to forgive me, though I know I don’t deserve it. Just like I didn’t deserve your friendship or his.

You

Your fingers brushed over the cassette player. Tears now streaming freely down your face. You’re tired eyes landed on the tattoo of Jeff’s initials on the inside of your wrist and your heartbeat had slowed to a dangerous pace while you relieved the memory.

Your eyes met Sherri’s as she approached your table in the courtyard of the school. She glanced down at the player in your hands and her smile instantly fell to one of fear. She’d listened to the tapes - must have - because she instantly opened her mouth to explain.

You stood, as calmly as you could and your hand struck her across the face. You had no words for her. No explanation for anyone. You grabbed your stuff and walked away.

She was your best friend. She should’ve told you. You should’ve heard it from her. Not one some tape.

You would never get Jeff back. You would never see his smile again. Smell his cologne. Run your fingers through his hair. All because of some fucked up chain of events.

Jeff deserved to live. He wanted to live. He wanted to play baseball and get married and have kids. All of that was ripped away from him.

How was that fair?

Life had gone on for everyone after Jeff had died, but you wished so badly yours would’ve ended. You had thought about doing it yourself numerous times but you knew that wasn’t was he would’ve wanted.


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A/N: I know everyone voted for Jeff to live, and I will do a rewrite of this ending with a happy finish, but I had to get this off my chest for now. Don’t hate me. :(

 ** NONE of the gifs/images are mine.

Andrew has an eidetic memory. He’s also a Good Student. Top of every class.

  • At some point or another in the semester, most Andrew’s professors try to get him to tutor other students in his class. Or just send other students his way. 
  • But Andrew is just…so unreceptive to it. 
  • Every once in awhile someone brave enough actually asks him to help or to form a study group. 
  • Andrew usually just stares them down and they get the hint that he’s not interested. 
  • Eventually one of his professor tries to bribe him by offering to waive his midterm/final if he tutors some students. 
  • He probably has a near perfect score in the class anyway so unless he just doesn’t show up for his midterm/final, he’s guaranteed an A in the class. 
  • And Andrew does not want to get stuck taking a three hour exam. It’s probably the only time he agrees.
  • He spends a few hours writing almost a semester’s worth of notes he’d previously only half jotted down. 
  • His notes are perfect. Like really detailed and easy to read. He’s also really good at explaining difficult concepts in simpler terms, better than most of the tutors who get paid through the school.
  • I’m not saying that Andrew almost single handedly helps raise the class average. But he also almost single handedly helps raise the class average.
  • And he gets out of his final.
call the midwife couples rated by me

Jenny/Gerald: this dude never even shows up and yet we have to deal with the heterosexual angst he caused for a whole goddamn season. might have been tolerable if we had ever gotten the details of wtf happened between them -11/10

Jenny/Jimmy: never technically dated and yet just kept coming back. Jimmy was an ok guy though so that’s something 2/10

Jenny/Alec: honestly completely un-compelling Alec had no personality at all and Jenny’s previous love interest Jimmy literally introducing her to her new love interest his friend Alec is just too much. the death would have been way sadder if Alec was actually a character at all but the effect it had on Jenny was Real so points for that also it was nice to see Jenny actually date someone after all the angst that came before 4/10

Jenny/Philip: the real ones were happily married for like 50 years or something so good for them 10/10

Peter/Chummy: adorable. precious. absolute dorks. Sister Evangelina asking Chummy out for Peter because the two of them were two awkward to do it themselves was #iconique. makes Chummy “beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world too pure” Browne happy. “sorry mater, no longer entitled” also #iconique 9/10

Turnadette (Patrick/Shelagh): ruins basically all the other heterosexual couples on this show by being perfection personified. supportive and respectful and equal and finally get to be happy after the heartache that was s2. everyone they know seems to ship them because they belong together and it’s obvious 11/10

Trixie/Tom: never really got this one tbh it was just “hey Trixie a guy you should date him” they never seemed to have much in common or anything. still a decent supportive mutually respectful relationship that eventually turned into a nice friendship 5/10

Pupcake (Patsy/Delia): vintage lesbians in love literal perfection. use “card games” as a euphemism for the sex they were definitely having in the convent in which they live. deserve happiness more than anyone ever and better finally fucking have it 1000/10

Barbara/Tom: much better match than Trixie and Tom kinda cute but also Tom is involved so I just can’t really care that carousel was a nice touch though 7/10

Phyllis/Tommy from Spanish class: what ever happened to this storyline? idk and idc about Tommy from Spanish class but I want Phyllis to do whatever akes her happy she is an actual angel on earth 5/10

Trixie/Christopher: should be nice but I just don’t trust him. I love Trixie with his daughter though and I kind of want them to get married just so Trixie can adopt her 6/10

Jane/Rev. Appleby-Thornton: anything that makes Jane happy is good 6/10

Fred/Violet: cute mature couple who both lost their first much-beloved spouse. wonderful surrogate parents for Reggie. it’s nice to see them happy 9/10

Bonus:

Sister Monica Joan/Cake: the truest love ever known ∞/10

Personal Yuri on Ice Fic Rec List

This is Part Four! I am on a roll. Click here for Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Five, and Part Six.

1. Kintsugi
Yuuri Katsuki is a hitman burdened with a debt he can never repay. His target: Viktor Nikiforov, next Pakhan to one of the most dangerous families in the Russian mafia. When the two are drawn into a treacherous alliance after a mission gone wrong, the bonds of love and loyalty to family and duty begin to unravel—even as they get more tangled up in each other.

2. Those Second Thoughts You Asked For
The first time Victor skips backwards in time, he is fourteen years old.

3. Katsuki Yuuri Solemnly Swears That Time-Travel/Alternate Universe Bullshit Did Not Happen With The Intent to Piss Off Yuri Plisetsky
He is wrong.

4. Perfect Blue
Contrary to expectation, Phichit Chulanont, ice skating’s most media-savvy figure, wasn’t the person who confirmed Viktuuri. No, the honor goes to a Chinese seamstress dragged out of bed at 3 a.m. by a foreigner with too much money. And Katsuki Yuuri himself, who just wanted revenge for his blue tie (may it rest in peace).

5. Attachment Joy
If Yuuri and Viktor let go of each others’ hands, they’ll die. Or at least, that’s what they’re telling everyone. People are skeptical at first, but when days and then weeks go by without a sign of them so much as going to the bathroom without each other, everyone starts wondering what the hell is going on. Before they know it, the entire Russian figure skating team is obsessed with finding out, even if doing so includes sabotage, stalking, and some serious invasion of privacy.

6. Water’s Edge
For years, Yuuri had heard people say Viktor’s skating was otherworldly. He never thought they were being literal.

7. Frostburn
Russia is a new place, with new rules. A new game. And Victor has played this game before, but never like this, never with Yuuri at his side. This is the first time he is playing with something to lose.

8. One Week
Yuuri moves to Saint Petersburg after the Grand Prix and Victor offers him something he never expected. He has one week to decide.

9. This Body Overflowing
Yuuri has never wanted to be Victor Nikiforov. He wants to be owned by him instead; wants the whole world to see Victor in every move that he makes, like invisible handprints all over his skin.

10. Waiting for Worlds
Things have gotten challenging recently for the skaters preparing for Nationals.

11. The Power of Love
Yuuko and Yuuri dominate the singles skating competition as Japan’s power couple—except they aren’t a couple, and when their old skating idol stumbles into their personal life, everything rapidly goes downhill.

12. Call Everything on the Ice…
In which Victor learns Japanese while in Hasetsu, and it vastly improves his ability to communicate with Yuuri. (It makes everything worse.)

13. I See Red (and we connect)
Two important things happened to Victor Nikiforov the night he won his fifth Grand Prix Final gold. The first: He met Japanese skater Yuuri Katsuki and accidentally offended him. The second: A red string appeared on his finger.  

14. My beloved was weighed down.
In which things aren’t always perfect, and the world shows its shitty side in the face of your most perfect happiness. All Victor can do is protect Yuuri.

15. love at second sight
After the Grand Prix Final, Victor struggles back into skating and settles into his life with Yuuri.

16. i feel like i win when i lose
Yuuri’s life is a mess. He came a spectacular last in the Grand Prix Finals, drank too much at the banquet, initiated no fewer than three dance-offs, took his shirt off, wore his tie like a headband, pole-danced in his underpants, made a fool of himself in front of ISU officials—and now, somehow, he’s Viktor Nikiforov’s booty call.

17. rumour has it
Viktor Nikiforov is a genius. He tops the level without having to study and he can perform most spells without his wand. He was the second-ever first-year Seeker in the school, and the first Slytherin one at that. He’s a Parselmouth and he’s tamed the other basilisk hidden in the school’s plumbing. He has washboard abs and really defined hipbones. He’s the only son in a long line of pureblood Slytherins and he’s half-Veela and he can speak Mermish and he was born as Voldemort’s secret daughter which is why he’s prettier than half of the girls in school and— “Where do you even get all these?” Viktor asks, eyebrows drawn together in bemusement. “I’m not even a pureblood, I’m Muggleborn.”

18. salchow fury
When asked what it feels like to be both the youngest ranger in the PPDC and the legendary Viktor Nikiforov’s co-pilot, Yuri Plisetsky looks at the camera dead on and says, “Like walking in on your parents having sex. Continuously.”

I need to slow down the rate at which I read fanfic. Maybe I should devote some of my energy to finishing the Temeraire series. I literally have a Chapters bag full of unread books sitting on my bedroom floor.

Miraculous Ladybug and Voltron Roles

So I’ve been addicted to Voltron since this summer and I figured with Miraculous premiering in a few months, and Season 2 of Voltron just airing, I might as well share my thoughts on the Miraculous crew as the Paladins of Voltron.

So, I thought a lot about this, but I think Marinette would fit best in the Black Lion. However, there’s a catch. I think Marinette would be the Black Lion pilot that Keith was meant to be. Sure, she’s impulsive and trusts her instincts, much like the Red Lion’s pilot does, but she is meant to be a leader. Strategic, decisive. She’s got a lot to take on, a lot to grow and develop for, but… She’s exactly where Keith would be at the end of Season 2 in Shiro’s absence. So I think she’d do well with Black.

Chloe is definitely the Red Lion for me. She’s difficult to place, but it’d work out well in the grand scheme of things. We’ve seen in the show that she can be temperamental and passionate, and while I need to see more of her character to finally paint the best picture, for now I think she’d do well in Red.

Alya is Green Lion. She’s got her blog and her phone, very tech savy, she’s perfect. Inquisitive, intellect, and daring. How doesn’t Alya embody that? She always wants the answers, she goes out of her way for the truth… It’s perfect. 

Adrien is Yellow Lion. His character is constantly called the “sunshine child” for good reason, and if Hunk isn’t the embodiment of pure sunshine, there’s an issue. Adrien is constantly raising his friends up, defending them, and supporting them. It’s the very essence of who he is. I think he captures Yellow perfectly.

Nino is Blue Lion. Honestly, this one isn’t debatable. If the Blue is the most adaptable, the heart of Voltron, just open and honest–this is Nino to the key. He accepted Adrien after a short explanation, he’s just a great friend. And that’s one of the key ingredients with Blue.

Tikki is Princess Allura. Plagg is Coran. No arguments.

That’s all for now. I’ll probably do more characters later!


Valentine’s Headcanon

When two men with too much pride and tend to be competitive with each other, it tends to bring chaos when it comes gift giving. Especially for those caught in the crossfire.

Hanzo: “Jesse, I have brought you a gift.” He hands Jesse a small bouquet of flowers.

Jesse: “Why thanks darlin’, got you a little something too.” Hands Hanzo a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolate.

Hanzo: “Thank you, Jesse. But that is not all I have for you.” He pulled out a whole cake from behind him. 

Jesse: “Thanks… darlin’. I think it’ll go great with this bottle of wine I bought for ya.”

Hanzo: “Well I’m sure it’ll be perfect for this candle lit table I set up for us.” He moved to the side and revealed said table.

Jesse: “Well this table will have the perfect view of the Valentine’s fireworks I had ordered.” He pulled open the curtains and showed the fireworks going off.

Hanzo: “How cute, those fireworks would serve as opening while I set off my Valentine’s cannons.”

Jesse: “That’s pretty cute too darlin’, Those little cannons will probably do good as a second opening to lead into my Valentine’s howitzer!”

Hanzo: “WELL FOR THE GRAND FINALE I HAVE SET A VALENTINE’S NUKE!”

Jesse: “WELL WHAT A SURPRISE! I’VE GOT A VALENTINE’S NUKE MYSELF!”

Dva: “These gay idiots are going to kill us all.” She said when passed by their little romantic dinner.

THANK YOU BRIENNE

I’ve been watching TV series and movies my whole life , literally; never have I been able to see myself in any of the female protagonists; it was always the short , petite , cute girl , vulnerable , broken as she was , with the perfect make up , the perfect hair , the perfect smile , the perfect outfit , that got to experience love and acceptance ; And just as I’m about to give up on the idea of actually witnessing a character breaking down and destroying that stereotype , Gwendoline comes with her immense talent to bring to life Brienne; finally , a tall , strong , independent woman , with broad shoulders and the bone structure that could tear dragons to pieces, shows up; a female protagonist who doesn’t cry just to attract male attention , a character that does not expect to be saved , a character that literally kicks ass and stays true to her values even though everyone around her does the opposite; a tall girl who actually steals the guy’s heart ( THEY’RE GETTING TOGETHER WITH JAIME , SO STFU). As a tall girl , that fits no criteria , I salute and thank you;

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warning: su critical focused on lars

okay, i’m gonna say it because i’m just so, so mad at what happened with lars. i’m sorry for any writing mistakes, but i just have to.

if you don’t like su critical, don’t interact.

so, let’s take a look on what rebecca just did, alright?

so you take a character of color, who is a teenager with various mental health issues - as far as we have been shown, he has self-esteem problems, anxiety, depression, and who knows what else. you take this character, and right from the start, from the first beta pilot episode, you show him as some sort of enemy to steven: your white, pure, innocent and kind protagonist. you write him as a “bad guy”, because he doesn’t have the “cool, cute” symptoms from mental illness: he’s aggressive, he can be rude, he can lose his patience in a matter of seconds and he has some weakness moments which lead him to act “cowardly”, as steven would say. you also show him as an asshole because he DARES to disagree with everything steven says, because you know, he has a personality of his own and also has his personal opinions, and that’s just not cool. so, from the beggining, of course, you show your poc mentally ill character as an enemy to your perfect, mary-sue white boy, because he hurts the boy’s feelings. and the show goes on, and even with episodes focused on him, you keep denying his character a proper development as he deserves. so finally, it comes to a point where you make him die. literally die. and you make your perfect white protagonist save him, making him come back to life, only to be some sort of “servant" or at least making a parallel that consists on comparing him with, literally, a servant animal: an animal, and a disposable character used only to travel and for comic relief: that’s what you’re comparing to lars. not to mention, you change his skin color (a non-white color) to a pastel-pink shade, a lighter color that has been used on the show to white-coded gems, such as rose. anyway, you kill him and make steven bring him back because finally, he will be “redeemed” from his mistakes, from his huuuge sins, which are being mentally ill and making steven and sadie feel sad because of some personal mistakes (which, as it looks, he’s not allowed to make). that’s everything wrong he did. what a bad guy, right? so he dies and comes back as steven’s affiliate, as something “minor” to steven (just like lion), so lars can finally treat steven as someone superior to him and “admit” he was wrong all the time - wrong for having disorders. you make him feel guilty for NOTHING, and you make steven pose as a hero just so lars can finally (and kinda literally?) bow down to him, and thank him for his life. you make him feel unworthy of coming back to earth to be happy. you make him feel unworthy of being alive and being saved, and more importantly, unworthy of steven’s kindness to make sure everyone gets the message that lars finally accepts he’s much, much less than steven and he should be thankful for it.

that’s what you do, rebecca. congratulations.

( @saltylazuli helped me a lot with this analysis. thank you.)

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that feel when your incorporeal Dark Lord cbf coming up with a Cool Villain Name for his least fav follower X)

based on this post, and because I can’t get over learning that Asmodean literally means “Musician” in the official Wheel of Time companion book, I’m still flipping out poor Asmo, this is why I love you

Unsent: Jughead Jones X Reader (Part Three)

Part 3: Disaster Dress

With your new perspective in the flirting game, how will you grow closer with Jughead?  Betty and Veronica decide to intervene in a dangerous way.

Words: 1, 378 (sorry it’s a bit long!)

Warnings: swearing, angst

You guys all voiced you wanted part three of (what is planned to be) ten tonight, so here it is! Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to post my first requested fic and part four, but please don’t be super disappointed if I don’t get part four up tomorrow. Alright, please enjoy, I love you guys. :) <3 - Juggie xx

When you woke up that Wednesday morning your whole body already seemed to be shaking with nerves. Breaking apart from your usual routine of putting on some jeans and a t-shirt you were going to stun the boy of your dreams with a cute, form-fitting dress.

Oh God.

Knowing you’d want to chicken out you had texted Betty the night before, who agreed to dress up a little so you wouldn’t feel so out of place. You woke up early, leaving yourself time to do some smokey eye makeup, perfect your eyeliner, and topped off the look with your signature pair of high top chucks. You’d soon realize none of that could prepare you for how things would go down today.

You were at your locker, playing with your hair and waiting for Jughead. Since you had first period together he would walk you every morning. “(Y/N)?”

You turned and smiled at him, your heart faltering a little at his confused face. ‘Hey Juggie! Like my new look?’ “Hey Jug.”

He smiled back at you, “Is something going on today? You’re all dolled up.”

'Do you like it? I did it for you.’ “Um, no. No, I just wanted, Betty and I decided to both look nicer today, just because.”

He looked you up and down, “Oh, okay then. Just seems a bit odd for you.”

You both began to walk towards your English class, and you felt yourself begin to panic. 'Do you think I’m incapable of being pretty?’ “What do you mean?”

“Well this seems more like a Veronica thing, you usually don’t go out of your way for your style.”

“Oh.”

He turned his face to look at you, “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. It’s just different.”

“It’s fine Jug, I get it.” Does he think she’s prettier?

He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped, not wanting to examine more and make the conversation more awkward. During English you kept to yourself, not bothering to try flirting with the boy who wounded your spirits this morning.

By lunch you had enough time to recover from the morning’s talk and sat next to Jughead at the gang’s table outside. You were the only two to show up so far, so you decided it was the perfect time to begin phase two: the touch. You placed your hand on his shoulder to get his attention from his laptop, but that had failed as he kept typing away anyways. You continued on despite his reaction, “How’s it coming?”

He didn’t answer, just kept typing out his thoughts. You removed your hand suddenly feeling very insecure for the billionth time today, maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered right now. You saw Archie, Veronica and Betty making their way over until they finally sat with you, saving you from this awkward encounter. Archie smiled showing his perfect pearly whites, “What’s up guys?”

Jughead immediately looked up and smiled at his best friend, “Nothing much. How was the music lesson with your new teacher?”

Oh. You felt your confidence take another blow, and you couldn’t stop your face from showing your emotions of rejection and hurt. Betty immediately took notice and texted you under the table.

From B: What’s wrong? :(

To B: Jughead has been acting odd, and just now he’s started ignoring me.

From B: Maybe it’s the outfit, maybe it’s making him notice you differently?

To B: The only thing he’s noticed is that it’d look better on Ronnie.

Betty shot you a confused look and you tried to fight the tears threatening to fall. Today has been a disaster. Veronica spoke up, taking the group’s attention away from their previous conversation, “Hey, secrets don’t make friends.” She smiled at Betty.

Betty quickly retorted, “Good thing we aren’t sharing secrets.”

Archie rose an eyebrow, “Are you alright (Y/N)?”

You thanked every power you could think of because Betty had given you enough time to recover. “Yes, why? Do I have something in my eye?”

“No, just worried.”

Veronica smirked, obviously up to no good. “So (Y/N), last chance to decide if you want to be a Vixen, are you coming after school today?”

Is that what you needed? Would that be how you would catch Jughead’s eye like Veronica had? You smiled brightly at her, your answer shocking the others. “Sure, why not?”

He didn’t ignore you this time. Jug turned to face you, “What made you change your mind?”

You dared to face him, even though it still stung. “I don’t know, it might be fun.”

The others had continued on with other topics but he whispered to you, “Why are you suddenly changing so much? Why are you trying to be like them?”

Gathering your courage, you managed to make your voice unwavering. “I’m not trying to be like anyone Jug, I’m trying to do nice things for myself.”

He scoffed, “Bullshit.”

“Why is it so hard to believe that maybe I want to look nice? That I want to be a Vixen?”

“Because I’ve been best friends with you for as long as I can remember, and the (Y/N) I know would much rather spend their Friday nights wearing sweats and watching movies over getting dolled up for a football game and cheering for meat-head jocks who look at you and see only a score and not a person.”

You blood was boiling, “Well people change Jughead, I’m sorry.” You stood up and stormed away, not being able to handle the conversation any longer. Ronnie was right, he had an exquisite way with words, and just then his words really cut into your heart. Why were you two butting heads so much today? The chemistry between the two of you and standing firm through your friendship was so natural, but right now you couldn’t bear to look at him.

You headed to the student lounge to find Kevin, who must have gotten a text from B or V as he immediately stood up and opened up his arms to give you a hug. You ran into his arms and cried, goddamn Jug can be so frustrating.

Kevin stroked your hair, “Calm down (Y/N). Everyone goes through a rough patch every once in a while. You and your moody loverboy will be okay.”

You pulled away from his chest for a second, “Kev?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

At the Vixens practice you explained to Betty and Veronica what all had happened today, and they shared their apologies and encouraging words. You couldn’t shake away the dark cloud that seemed to follow you; you couldn’t stand Jug being mad at you. Taking heed to his words from lunch, you decided not to join the cheer leading squad. And you went home, and cried and cried, and took off the cursed dress that seemed to trigger your misfortune.

Betty and Veronica had different plans for after practice.

They would conspire and concoct a scheme so wild yet so logical that it would have to get you and Jughead together. Was it morally right? That didn’t matter. Could it backfire? Hell yes. But would they do it if they thought it would push you to admit your feelings? Would they flirt with the boy you loved if they thought it would lead you to confessing to him?

Absolutely.

From Juggie: Hey, please don’t be mad at me (Y/N). I’m sorry I freaked out earlier, I’m not good at adjusting to change. If you want to be a Vixen, do it.

To Juggie: I’m not going to be a Vixen.

From Juggie: Thank god, I was going to throw a fit if your cheer leading got in the way of our movie nights.

To Juggie: Do you want to come over and watch a movie tomorrow? I just got La La Land :)

From Juggie: Sure, but don’t think this means I am suddenly a huge fan of musicals. We are watching Rebel Without A Cause the next time. :P

From Juggie: “Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.” - John F. Kennedy. Good night (Y/N).

To Juggie: Good night Jug

Unsent: You really hurt me today..


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❝ I lied ❞

Plot: When Jaebum is so stupid to not understand is slowly falling in love with you and pushing you away because he’s afraid due to his previous broken heart. But you love him since your training days and at the end he confesses to you. 

Pairing: JaebumxReader

Words count: 2,5k+

Genre: Fluff

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! (I love JB, thanks for your request lmao) - M.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

That was your day. After three years of training, you were finally able to debut and more important as a soloist.  

It was tiring to be alone, but that was your dream as a child and nothing would have prevented you from realizing it.  

And it was a success, because as soon as your music video was released the visualizations began to increase with speed, making you feel really at peace with yourself.  

And from that day began the promotion at every music show, fan sign, mini concerts, and interviews. It was tiring, but you just seemed to be into a dream, wanting to never wake up.  

Another dream was also to know the groups that had been your inspiration for years and during an episode of the MCountdown, you had known SHINee and the f(x), who finally had returned after years with a comeback that had left you speechless because of the too much perfection.  

Everything was perfect, the only difficulty is that you felt lonely most of the time.

~ ~ 

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, Y/N!” Jackson’s scream made you turn, you were talking to your manager in the hallway after your practice, and you greeted him shaking your hand forcefully and smiling to him warmly.  

Jackson had been, after the first few months since your debut, the first to approach you and immediately you had become close friends. And it was he who introduced you to the other six members of GOT7, a group for whom you had immense admiration.  

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