perfect show with a perfect finale

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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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Why the Lion Switch is perfect

I’m gonna try to keep this short and to the point.

If you’re complaining about the lion switch and how it feels wrong and out of character, it’s probably because you were listening to what they were telling you all this time and not looking at what they were actually showing you, and missed what these characters are really all about.

Lets start with Red:

The way to Red’s heart is through “self sacrifice” and “selflessness”

This is how Keith impresses her the first time, by ejecting himself into space and putting himself in danger to free her.

Then you can see their bond growing each time Keith gives something up for the team or risks himself in some way for it.

Like In the BOM dream, where he chooses to give up his knife.

That’s how Lance ends up in it now.

He gives up an important part of himself for the team. 

He goes “It doesn’t matter if I’m not the best and will never prove myself good at anything or ever be worthy, the team is more important.”

And if you watch from the beginning of the series you’ll see hints of what Lance is actually all about and what’s his true strength

There’s actually a post about this going around I can’t find now, but Lance is the guy that would always do something risky to save his friends.

And despite how he always acts, he’s actually the most selfless guy on the team

This is also why Red doesn’t accept Allura and why it’s so hard for her, because she feels like she sacrifices EVERYTHING for the team and their mission.

But I think deep inside she knows there’s some stuff that she does for selfish reasons or things she still keeps a secret from the paladins.

Then we have Black:

The way to Black’s heart is through “Confidence” and “Trust”

This is why Shiro struggles with it so much in the first two seasons. 

Shiro appears like a confident leader but inside he’s full of doubts. 

He’s trying SO HARD to be the best leader he can be but he has so much fear in him all the time.

And sometimes he has confidence and he manages to bond with Black, and sometime he doesn’t and Zarkon snatches his control away. So he ends up being very unstable.

This is also why Black won’t accept him anymore, Shiro lost the confidence again (after Zarkon snatched his control again and teleported him back to Galra prison) he lost trust in the lion and trust in himself.

He’s full of fears again and Black doesn’t want a pilot like that. (no it’s not cause he’s a clone)

But who always had alot of confidence? Keith.

Keith seems like a hot head that doesn’t think about what he’s doing because what he suggests and does always seems insane.

But he only does these crazy things because he’s confident he can do them.

One of his first action in the show is driving off a cliff saying “Shut up and trust me”. And he makes it with no problem.

This is why he’s the perfect person for Black. He knows what he’s capable of, he has so much confidence he is able to face Zarkon all by himself! He almost has too much confidence at times haha

(He’s not a crazy hot head like Lance says, he’s just confident he can do stuff most people can’t, and he does.)

Now the way to Blue’s heart

is through something like “eagerness to prove themselves”

I’m just gonna quote what the show runners said about her:

“..but really the Blue Lion is kind of like the mother Lion. She looks for potential in a new pilot. Something to nurture and foster. And I think she saw that in Lance. She saw someone who needed confirmation that they were valuable to this team. Even though they didn’t believe it in themselves.”

That’s why she accepts Allura.

And that’s why it eventually will accept Shiro aswell, because now that Black won’t accept him and he has no part on the team but he really wants to be part of Voltron, she’ll see his eagerness and will help him. (And Allura will have to pilot the Castle sometimes)

Blue was also said to be the “Teamwork” lion. 

And uniting people and making people work together is Shiro’s true strength. 

Again, you can see from the first episode. He won’t shut up about teamwork. 

Which is also a big part of leadership that Keith is struggling with and why they will eventually find perfect balance as the two main co leaders.

So the lion switch is not there to put them in their DOTU lions for the old fans, or promote one paladin over the other or ignore the bonding they had with their lions until now.

It’s to show that these characters are finally at a place where they stop trying to be who they think they need to be, and embracing their true selves and true strengths.

This is all very well thought through character development.

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In it’s final moments, Orphan Black continued to stay revolutionary, daring and in a league of it’s own by actually NOT killing off one of the main, core cast members. That’s really something. That’s how you properly send off an amazing show.

About Time

Originally posted by bellamybalke

Steve Harrington x Reader

About Time

Note: I just finished S2 of Stranger Things and let’s just say my crush on Steve Harrington got a whole lot bigger.

Warnings: None??

Word Count: 1961

Soulmate. It was a heavy word. One that tended to determine your entire life. Society had revolved around them since ancient Egypt. Of course, in the year 2017, there were more advanced ways in which they had been worked into everyday life. Most tops with long sleeves had a little window built in for your soulmate tattoo. Every love song on the radio was about them or about finding them. Apps like eHarmony and Match.com were designed to help you find the one who was really meant for you.

Or so said the fates.

According to town record, the name written on your wrist had been used in Hawkins before. Steve Harrington. But the other Steve had graduated high school in 1985

***

Steve Harrington was very broken up about his breakup with Nancy. As soon as her soulmate tattoo had appeared, she had left him for Jonathan. Not that he blamed her. They were soulmates after all. But it still hurt.

Hanging out with the kids helped. He finally felt like he had a purpose. Like he was a big brother sort of. He wasn’t just some jock with a nail bat anymore. He was the protector of children. Their mentor. And he had the best hair in town.

When Steve’s soulmate tattoo appeared, he had another mission.

“(Y/N) (L/N)? Who’s that?” Dustin asked, sneaking a peak over the teenager’s shoulder.

“Don’t know. Never met her.” he shrugged, trying to pretend he hadn’t spent the past night and a half combing through a phonebook in hopes to find your name. No such luck. “But she’s my soulmate, apparently.”

“Maybe you won’t meet her until college. A bunch of people don’t meet their soulmates until then.” Max shrugged. Steve rested his cheek on his fist, trying not to look to beat up about waiting an undetermined amount of time to meet the one he was meant to fall in love with.

***

You knew Hawkins wasn’t ordinary. You knew it. But when you heard sounds, or more specifically, music coming from your closet, you were a little more than intrigued. It was the middle of the night. And there was ‘80s synth pop coming from…somewhere in your closet.

So, you got up and took a few steps closer.

What you were not expecting: some Narnia shit to happen.

You came out of the closet on the…other side of the closet, but you were back in your room. Except, the walls were different and there were different posters. And there was a boy sitting in your bed with an old fashioned curly-corded landline in his hand.

“Yeah Dustin, I’m gonna have to call you back…” He hung up the phone and sat there with wide brown eyes for a second or two. You looked him over. He had hair bigger than your future and a face that just about melted you into a puddle.

“Hello, boy in my bedroom.” You kind of waved awkwardly.

“Hello, girl in my closet.” he replied, eyebrows furrowing. “Wait, your bedroom?”

“My bedroom.”

He tilted his head to the side. “No…”

“Yes…” You looked around. “Except it’s painted. And your posters are different. And…you really have a thing for the ‘80s. I mean they were cool and all, but-”

“Were.” He cut you off. “What do you mean ‘were’ cool? Who even-”

“Dude, check a calendar. It’s-” you glanced at the calendar pinned to his door. “1984?”

“Yes.”

“Nonononono…” You walked over and flipped through the calendar, but the year didn’t change. You held your head, dizziness sweeping over you.

“Woah, hey, hey,” the boy got up from the bed and took a few tentative steps towards you. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, okay? I don’t know what’s going on or where you’re from, but-” It was then that he caught sight of your wrist and his heart stopped. “(Y/N) (L/N)?”

“How did you know my-” You caught his gaze, stuck on your arm and grabbed his wrist to take a look for yourself. Sure enough, your name was permanently etched onto his wrist. Your mother’s words rang in your head. Fate finds a way. And sometimes, in this case at least, the way was a time-travelling wormhole in your closet. “Steve Harrington.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, a great big goofy grin spreading across his handsome features. He tried to play it cool, to be cool, but he was too damn excited. “Nice to…meet you and stuff.”

***

The next afternoon, Steve came through your closet as soon as he got home from school.

“Hey there, girl in my bedroom.”

“Nice to see you, boy in my closet.”

He smirked and walked over to your bed and sat beside you, looking around at how different the space was. The walls were a different color, the furniture was all rearranged, and indeed, there were different posters on your wall. Instead of cologne and hair care products, you had makeup and perfume sitting on your vanity. And where his record player was, you had…nothing.

“How do you listen to music in here?”

“On my phone.” You held up your iPhone. He scrunched up his face and took the phone from you, looking it over.

“This is not a phone.”

“Yeah? Then what is it, Harrington?”

“Not a phone, that’s for sure.”

You sort of laughed at his reaction and then took it back from him, unlocking it with your thumbprint and turned on the front-facing camera on Instagram.

“Woah, you’ve got a camera in there?” He squinted and looked skeptically at the little box in your hand.

“Gotta post my #SoulmateSunday pic.” You adjusted the filter and then leaned a head on Steve’s shoulder. He smiled and then turned to kiss your forehead, resulting in the perfect picture to make all of your friends jealous. As soon as you captioned and posted it, in rolled the congratulatory texts and comments.

“So what do you do for fun in this weird future of yours?” Steve snaked an arm around your waist and you leaned into his warmth. His thumb rubbed circles in your hip.

“We could go see a movie.”

“Are there any arcades still around?”

“Not really. I mean, like besides Chuck E. Cheese and stuff. Not the kind you have.”

“Okay so today we’ll spend the day in- what year is it?”

“2017.”

“Not in Kansas anymore, jeez.” he rubbed his forehead, and then snapped out of it. How far away you two were. How different your worlds were, and yet here he was. In the future. “And then tomorrow, I can show you a real afternoon in 1984. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

The two of you went to see a movie and then returned home where you finally introduced your parents to your long-awaited soulmate. They liked Steve and thought he was perfect for you. You agreed.

Then, the next day, Steve took you to the wonderful wacky world of 1984. His hair was even bigger than the first few times you met. Bigger than your future at least. And all of Steve’s friends, and the kids he babysat, were really nice. The curly-haired one, whose name was Dustin, liked to tease Steve about you. You found it endearing.

Steve bought the two of you milkshakes and a basket of fries at this great ‘50s themed diner. You had almost forgotten how much ‘50s nostalgia there was in the ‘80s. But here you were and there was a ton of it.

You curled up to Steve in the booth, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You didn’t know why soulmate science worked, but it did. You felt like Steve was always meant to be here, to love you. Like he was always supposed to be a part of your life.

***

You and Steve spent every day together doing everything you could think of. Fall faded into winter, and so Steve was helping you bake Christmas cookies…which led to him lifting you onto the counter and making out with you. His lips were soft and adventurous, venturing across your soft skin and kissing every spot he could reach. You tugged gently on his hair, and just as one of his large, warm hands was wandering up your shirt, you heard a voice from your bedroom.

“Woah, future!” Dustin. Steve basically tore his hand away from your bra hooks and helped you off of the kitchen counter faster than you could say Michael Jackson. “Hello? Anyone home? Steve, this looks just like your house!”

“I told you, she moved into my place a few years ago. Dustin, what the hell are you doing here?” Steve had a towel thrown over his shoulder and his hands on his hips. So this was the ‘Mom Mode’ you had heard so much about. A smug grin found a place on your lips as you watched it unfold.

“Okay, you seriously told me you have a time-travelling wormhole in your closet and expected me not to explore it.”

“Point taken.”

You curled into Steve’s chest, his arm wrapping around you.

“Welcome to the Future, Dustin. Do you want a snack or anything?”

“Give me the most future-y thing you can find.” He said, taking a seat at the table. You ended up getting him some Oreo Churros and a glass of Crystal Pepsi, both of which he was extremely astonished by.

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle a little. He had been this way a few months ago, but now he was used to it. In fact, he was starting to get a bit confused about what belonged in his world and what belonged in yours. Many times, he had brought Pepsi cans with the old labels or you had accidently taken foods with new logos and things to the ‘80s. Luckily, none of it had left his house or car, so it was easy enough to cover your tracks.

“So, (Y/N), I was thinking that maybe for Christmas, we could have dinner at both of our houses. We can have dinner with my family Christmas Eve and then both celebrate Christmas here.”

“You just want to see a 21st Century Christmas in action.” You tilted your head. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Maaaaybe.”

“Fine.”

***

A few nights later, Christmas Eve, after dinner at Steve’s house and after you had both said goodnight and gone to bed, something came through your closet. It was dark in your room, and you had been asleep until you had heard the noise.

“Babe?” Steve’s voice was quiet, trying not to startle you. “Mind if I sleep here?”

“S’fine.” You mumbled, batting a sleepy hand at your soulmate as he walked closer and climbed beneath the covers. You laid on his chest and tangled your legs with his. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Nightmares.”

“Ah.” You nodded. Steve had told you about the monsters in his Hawkins. It didn’t sound pretty. You didn’t blame him for being a bit more than afraid of those terrifying things. One of them had eaten Dustin’s cat, after all.

Steve brushed the hair out of your face, his other long arm wrapped around your waist. You exhaled a long breath, basking in his warmth. He was always so warm.

“I never thought my soulmate would be from the ‘80s,” Your words barely escaped your lips, but they made him smile.

He kissed your forehead. “And I never thought my soulmate would be from the future.” He held you in his arms and enjoyed the feeling of you laying on him, your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as it slowed. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

“Merry Christmas, Steve…”

Paper Planes

Sequel to Paper Hearts. Works as a standalone too. For the anon who requested the other half of this fic: El drawing hearts in her notebook and Hopper or Mike finding it.

Mike Wheeler was one hundred percent certain that he loved El Hopper. He knew it with every fibre of his being, knew that the warm and indescribable feeling he had every time she smiled at him or touched his hand or kissed his cheek was definitely the deepest kind of love he had ever felt.

What he didn’t know, was how to tell her.

It was this problem that held his attention during Friday’s final period, not the several algebra equations on the page before him. He had been meaning to say those three little words to El for weeks now, maybe even months, but he wanted to make sure everything was perfect. 

And, having never been in love before, Mike had little idea what perfect was. He might have asked Nancy or Steve, but the idea of telling anyone other than El didn’t seem right. He wanted her to know first. 

He had contemplated pulling a scene from one of her favourite movies, but it just never seemed to rain at the right moment and he was pretty sure the Chief would arrest him if he showed up tossing rocks at El’s bedroom window. 

When the dismissal bell finally rang, Mike was beyond ecstatic. He always visited El on his way home from school—she wasn’t able to go herself yet, but Hopper said next year was looking hopeful—and on Fridays he stayed for dinner and worked on some of his homework while helping El with her tutoring. Already flush with excitement, Mike biked over to the Hoppers’ house as fast as his legs would carry him. 


“Lucas and Max got detention,” Mike told her, grinning as he recounted the details of his day. He sat with El on the living room sofa, sharing an after-school snack of chocolate chip cookies and milk. “They were throwing paper planes at each other during study hall. Lucas never gets detention. His dad is—“

“Paper planes?” El interrupted him for clarification. “Airplanes?”

El knew about airplanes. Sometimes she and Jim would go up on the roof and watch them fly by. Jim promised that one day he’d take her on a plane and they’d go far away from Hawkins for a little while. 

“Paper airplanes,” Mike explained, “It’s just paper that’s folded to look like a plane. I can’t make them that good, not as good as Lucas or Will, but here, I’ll show you!”

He held out his hand and El passed him the notebook that had been resting on her lap, ready to be opened as soon as they finished their snack. El didn’t realize Mike was opening it to a random page until it was too late.

The page laid there before them was covered in her heart doodles and Mike’s name written several times, each “i” dotted with a tiny heart. 

El flushed, staring at the floor. “Mike—” she began, but he laughed, gently and kindly, cutting off her words. 

“Hey!” Mike smiled and took her hand “I like it. My math book looks pretty much the same.”

El looked up at him, eyes hopeful. “Really?”

“Yeah!” Mike nodded emphatically, “Wait here.” He scrambled over to the front door and returned to his seat a moment later with his own notebook, opened to a page near the beginning. El looked and saw her name doodled repeatedly across the margins of the paper, hearts and stars surrounding it. 

Smiling, El looked up at Mike with shining eyes, noting how red he’d turned underneath his freckles—she loved those freckles. Love. El’s lip quivered, words poised on her tongue. She opened her mouth to speak, but Mike beat her to it. 

“I love you, El.” 

It was said quickly, but there was no mistaking the words, or the feeling behind them. El shifted closer to him on the sofa and clasped his hand, notebooks forgotten on the pillows beside them. 

“I love you, Mike.” 

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. 

Neptune: Vulnerability💦✨

In most situations, Neptune can often show where you’re vulnerable in life because its placement in your chart shows what you idealize and fantasize about. The dreams and fantasies of Neptune can feel elusive or hard to achieve at times because the hopes and visions you have for your Neptune can be unrealistic or almost too perfect which can bring almost a desperation to achieve that dream. With this, you open yourself up to whatever you think can quench that thirst and just like an open wound, you’re vulnerable and available to things that can harm you.

Examples with random placements:

Neptune in the first house is usually vulnerable to things in their immediate environment (psychic sensitivity to the feelings of other people,these people can also tend to have strong allergies) because they dream of finding themselves-their perception of themselves is often unclear to them as well as other people because they blend in with their surroundings with the hopes of finding themselves. Promiscuity, as well as abuse of drugs and alcohol can be common with Neptune in the 1st house because it serves as an escape from the constant confusion they bring to themselves(not advised though because this lowers your vibration making you more vulnerable to other people [living or dead] than you already are).


A common situation with Neptune in the 5th house is the desire to find the perfect lover with visions and ideas of how your perfect relationship would play out. The moment someone shows a hint of that little dream in your head you immediately project the rest of it onto them and this blocks your vision of who they really are because your mind has almost already made up the kind of person they are with your own vivid imagination but once things finally get to your head you can be left disappointed-Or sometimes the chart holders are simply so hypnotized by their mate that they idealize them and surrender themselves to them in some way.

Those with Neptune in the 8th house can have a desire to connect with the unworldly, the taboo,the hidden or the unseen and this opens them up to what seems like a completely different world that happens to be invisible to everyone else, but somehow hyper-real to the natives and this can come through psychic activity, drugs, or sex but much confusion comes with this placement because it can feel as if they live in two different worlds-the Earth/Physical Plane, and the Astral plane(or if it’s drugs/sex then the world of your personal addictions/desires).

Neptune in the 11th house can make one vulnerable to deception in ones friendships (or deceivers themselves) because of the perfect vision they have of their friends and platonic relationships and the desire to keep that vision spotless.

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

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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.

 —

“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.”

 —

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!”

 —

“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.

@ciindyho said:

Saw the posts about 3A entries and thought about other 3A entries that yuzu have done like from a ina bauer, spread eagle etc. Can i like request you to do a post with all his various entries to 3A and rate them from easiest to hardest and like put a gif?? Omg i’m sorry for this request, you could always ignore it. Thank you, you’re a blessing to us xoxo

Anonymous said:

Hello! I’ve always loved your analysis and gifs about yuzu. If it’s not bothering you, do you have your favorite yuzu triple axels and could you possibly answer it with gifs? Thank you very much i really love your blog! 🙏💙

These two are surprisingly tough questions, guys. One, because I kept getting into argument with people over which entry of his is harder than which, and two, because I can’t for the life of me make up my mind which Axel of his I love most *wail*

Well, let me try.

So, the most difficult Axel entry Yuzu has is the back counter. It is hands down the toughest entry to an Axel, and really to any jump for that matter, that you can find in the world of figure skating. I’ve dedicated a gifset and several tech posts to it so this time I’m going to skip the technical details.

Among all of his back counter 3As, I have a special place in my heart for this one:

Cup of China 2011, SP, GOE +1.43. It was, after all, the one program and the one jump that sparked my interest in Yuzu :)

Among more recent iterations, I’d like to honor this jump that netted him two perfect scores last season: the Let’s Go Crazy 3A:

NHK Trophy 2016, SP, GOE +3.00. Just look at how much deeper his edge on the counter has become compared to the one at CoC above, and pay attention to his incredible control on the landing: how much speed he had going out of it, how smooth his transition was from the exit edge to the high kick to the lunge. All throughout there was absolutely no break to the rhythm, every phase of the jump blended seamlessly within the choreography. It was, simply put, perfect.

Ranked by difficulty, the next entry on the list is the twizzle. After much debate with Tumblr friends, I have had to grudgingly concede that this entry is a bit easier than the back counter, owing to the fact that it is, at least, not counter-rotated, plus he has a change of foot so the takeoff benefits from that tiny extra speck of momentum. Yuzu has only ever used this entry in exhibition, so here are both of those renditions:

World Championships 2016 and NHK Trophy 2016

In terms of exit, though, what he does at the end of the Notte Stellata 3A is without a doubt the most difficult jump exit ever:

NHK Trophy 2016 and Rostelecom Cup 2017. See the way he gained speed and rotational momentum for the twizzle seemingly out of nowhere, using only the landing axis, a push of his knee, and that graceful motion of his right arm? Please don’t ask me how the physics of that movement work because I have no idea. None.

Next difficult entry is the spread eagle. Yes, I know, spread eagle as Axel entry is so popular these days it’s almost trite to bring it up, but bear with me.

Skate Canada 2015, SP, GOE +3.00. What sets Yuzu’s entry apart is the control: see how long he held the spread eagle for, the distance he covered with that one move, how deep the outside edges were, and how serene his body line was throughout? When we get to the takeoff, pay attention to how quick he was with the transition, how fast his free leg moved into the swing up and snap into an optimal air position, how he relied almost exclusively on his left knee for the push, with very little aid from his right foot. Then came the landing, and there, notice how he achieved full extension on a perfect check position before transitioning into the spread eagle. Notice also the way he held his exit spread eagle on deep outside edges and then changed edges mid-curve in perfect coordination with the arm movement. Tumblr’s gif limit sucks so I can only show you up to that point, but if you continue watching you’d see that he went on to hold that inside spread eagle for almost a full circle more. Precision, speed, elegance, musicality, ice coverage, this one jump had it all. 

And since he’s Yuzuru Extra™ Hanyu, he would sometimes do stuff like this:

Grand Prix Final 2013, FS, 3A+2T, GOE +2.14. Why choose between back counter and spread eagle entry when you can have both? Please don’t ask me why this combo of his didn’t get +3 (there’s a judge who gave it +1 even). The ISU works in mysterious ways.

And that brought me to the entries to his Axel combos, among which I’d like to highlight this one: 

Grand Prix Final 2015, FS, 3A+1Lo+3S, GOE +2.43. His entry here was a series of steps: outside spread eagle / inside Ina Bauer / 3-turn sequences / edge change / jump. The 3-turn sequence is somewhat similar to what he likes to use for the entry to his flip, only this one is harder because all those turns were executed clockwise - counter to the rotational direction. This entry from Seimei is but one example. If you look closely at all his free skate Axel combos, you’d see that every one of them is entered using similarly intricate connecting steps. You will also notice that he maintains both speed and precision for these entries: his turns and steps here are of the same quality as those performed during his step and choreographic sequences. That’s what you need to do, in theory at least, to hit that GOE bullet 2 on clear recognizable entry.  

One final shout out I’d like to make is for this #YOLOAxel:

Four Continents Championships 2017, FS, GOE +2.43. Entered from a layback Ina Bauer, exited straight into the travelling camel entrance for his final spin, done at the end of a thoroughly taxing program, both physically and mentally, and yet executed in such an effortlessly beautiful manner. If this jump doesn’t showcase all the qualities that makes Yuzuru Hanyu who he is, I don’t know what else does :)  

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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