pretty girl is nothing if she has

anonymous asked:

what do people actually see in arzaylea? I know i can't just assume her personality that well, but there's absolutely nothing GENUINE about her from a random person scrolling through her social media. everything from her screams desperate and try hard, why is she even relevant? just because she has rich parents doesn't mean a free ticket to fame, she never puts any effort into anything! smh, and she says all her haters are all jealous?! she's made herself a fool in front of everyone she knew...

Some people base who they like on looks and looks alone, which is incredibly shallow but how Arzaylea managed to get a lot of Luke’s fans to like her. Young girls worship other girls who are conventionally attractive. It sucks that society allows it to happen and even promotes it, but being pretty can get you far. 

It also has to do with her makeup/outfits/general aesthetic. She has nothing to offer beyond that, but people don’t care. It’s all about physical beauty. If you have that, you’re set and can do whatever you want and be praised for it. 

one of my mutuals mentioned that if u headcanon lance as bi then it’s hypocritical to not like shipping him with girls and i kinda disagree? all his romantic interactions with female characters have been at best shallow, and at worst disrespectful. think of how he wasn’t interested in plaxum until she took off her jellyfish helmet and revealed how pretty she was. or how lance continued to pursue allura even after she expresses several times that she wasn’t interested in him.
i think that lance likes girls (as well as guys) and he has nothing but good intentions toward them. but i also think that he’s still learning and that at this point in time, he wouldn’t be a good partner to a girl

I want to make a game where there’s a princess and a knight in love. And the knight is in trouble, so the princess has to save the knight. And you get to play as this badass princess in a pretty pink dress, slaying enemies and traveling across the land to save her knight. People all over the land are shocked and spread stories of her fierce battles that eventually become legends passed down, about a pretty princess in pink wielding a sword in a tattered, blood-stained dress stopping at nothing to save her knight. And at the end, she finally rescues the knight and you find out the knight is a cute girl and they have a big wedding and the whole kingdom comes and it’s a warm, happy ending.

I Will Show You - FP Jones | Riverdale

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Pairing: FP Jones x Female!Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Warning: Mentions of sexual content & Daddy!kink, huge age difference

Wordcount: 1091


The puddle of water reflected the lights of Pop’s Chock'lit Shoppe. It was almost 11 PM but the dinner was still filled with people. A girl, around the age of seventeen, sat in a red Jeep. Loud music was playing while she scrolled through her phone. It was clear to everyone that she was waiting for someone. This, someone, was FP Jones, the fearless leader of the Southside Serpents. The Serpents lived on the south side of Riverdale and were feared by the north, west and east. They were especially known for drugs, alcohol, and stealing. The girl was born and raised as a Serpent. At some point, her parents began to care less and she began to hang out with Joaquin and he was the reason, how she met FP.

Right now, she was waiting for him. She only went with him because he promised her some food, which she probably won’t get. After all, an invisible rule said that the Serpents were actually not allowed in the other parts of Riverdale. The only thing she knew about his business was that it was with someone called Lodge. The girl moved her eyes to the nearest cars; Cheryl Blossom’s Car. She was the queen bee of Riverdale High, and the youngest and now only child of the Blossom Family.

Just because she had the money, the red-haired witch thought she could rule Riverdale, mostly the whole world. Before she could drift even more into her thoughts, the door of the driver side opened. FP had an angry look on his face while fastening his seat belts. The girl looked concerned and reached out for his hand. The older man moved his face to look at her, and his eyes soften. “Everything okay?” she asked him while he wiped the sweat away from his forehead. “Yeah, nothing your pretty head has to worry about,” he told her with a wink. The teenager girl was about to answer when she felt a pair of eyes staring at her. A waitress was staring at them, with a deathly glare. FP touched her shoulder which caused the girl to look at him again. He caressed her cheek and moved towards to kiss her.

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Killing Stalking Thoughts: Ch 19

Smug ass Sangwoo was so proud this chapter. He got what he wanted and he didn’t really do anything to get it.

I figured Bum would wind up killing Jieun, but I thought it would take a lot of coaxing from Sangwoo. I thought Sangwoo would play some mind games with Bum and convince him to do it, or at the very least Sangwoo would physically help Bum hold the knife and plunge it into Jieun, but nope none of that was necessary.

All it took was Jieun to say some more crappy things to Bum and she triggered him something terrible. Bum pretty much disassociated with the present. When Bum was killing Jieun, in that moment she wasn’t just Jieun, she was the girl from the past Bum had attached himself to.

Bum clearly has attachment issues. The girl from the past probably wanted nothing more than to be Bum’s friend. She thought she found a kinship with him since they both suffered from abuse, but Bum thought it was more than that. Bum has an obsessive personality and the minute someone gives him positive attention he attaches himself to them and probably thinks it’s love. This is the exact reason Bum started stalking Sangwoo in the first place. Sangwoo saved him in the military, so that meant Sangwoo must’ve cared for him.

What’s really interesting is Bum’s reaction to killing Jieun.

I don’t know what to expect in the next chapters. Bum might feel bad about killing Jieun later if he snaps out of the dissociative state he’s in now, but I could definitely see Bum willingly killing people with Sangwoo in the future without him being triggered to first. All Sangwoo’s got to do is convince Bum that the people they kill aren’t innocent. That every person they kill is just another incarnation of every person that’s ever wronged either of them in the past. At this point, it might not be that hard to convince Bum at all.

As for Sangwoo’s reaction to Bum after he killed Jieun, I’d definitely say he’s shocked. He probably expected Bum to be completely broken. He probably expected regret and tears of sorrow, but imagine his surprise when Bum isn’t feeling that at all. Bum’s crying, but those are probably tears of relief, that he got payback and killed one his “tormentors”. Sangwoo sees the smile on Bum’s face and the light in his eyes and he’s probably thinking “I don’t know what the fuck is happening…but I like it.”


Thanks to @jaynia for the translations!

Wait hold up, stop. The things that alison teased the girls about in the beginning: Emily’s sexuality, arias dads affair, Spencer kissing Ian, Hanna’s weight. Guys, guys! Alison wasn’t evil! Even in the beginning!

Emily’s sexuality: she was pushing her to figure it out and the “maybe a little too much em.” Could be taken as “bitch don’t look at pretty women, I am the only woman in your life”.

Arias dads affair: she was pushing Aria to tell her mom! To be open and honest, and fair to her mom!

Spencer kissing Ian: same thing as arias dad! She was trying to keep Spencer close with her sister!

Hannas weight: she knew that Hanna wouldn’t be bullied if she lost weight, and would be happier in her body.

Listen, I’m not saying Alison went about any of these things in the right way, she manipulated, lied, threatened, and blackmailed her best friends. But shit guys. She was trying to help them! And maybe she didn’t quite understand any love other than tough love cause that’s all she’d ever been shown!

“God ali, why do we keep having to prove that we love you!” As shown in this statement Emily said, she doesn’t know what soft love is.

Do you know what all this reminds me of?

ADs board game…

Alison not knowing how to talk to her friends is giving them some tough love. What has she done wrong? She took Emily’s exam for her, she gave Spencer a letter (she could’ve stolen that from her mom) and pushed her to talk to Toby, she gave Emily the blackmail she needed, GUYS SERIOUSLY WHAT HAS AD DONE WRONG SOMEONE TELL ME

Once all the dust settles Hanna and Caleb will be together, Aria and Ezra, Spencer and Toby, and Emily and Alison. Even is she does get revealed it’ll be sorta a Much Ado About Nothing situation.

ALISON IS AD AND SHE JUST TRYING TO HELP HER GIRLS!
(I mean Paige might die but I don’t give two fucks)

eleven is my favorite character on the show and here’s why:

everyone automatically thinks she’s cool because she’s telekinetic and yeah that is pretty amazing but not everyone stops to look at her character.

this little girl has been abused, physically and emotionally. she’s been treated like a lab rat and an experiment her entire life. she’s never been able to go outside, or even grow her hair. she’s been controlled for 12 years and punished when she shows even the tiniest bit of emotion. her life was hell.

yet when she meets the boys she’s nothing but kind. she tries her best to help them find will, even when she can’t communicate what the upside down is. she tries to save them from finding the gate, because she knows they’ll get hurt if they go there. even when her powers drain her and give her flashbacks, she still uses them to help the boys. eleven is constantly putting others before herself, even after she’s been treated terribly by everyone in her life.

she’s been abused, yet she never loses her kindness. she shows that no matter what you’ve been through you can still be selfless and compassionate. her abuse doesn’t define her or how she acts towards other people. that is why eleven is my favorite character.

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Summary:  After discovering the wonders of Ladynoir fanfiction, Adrien sets out to start his own with his classmate Marinette helping him along the way. But when does fiction start becoming reality?

This story is also beta’d by the wonderful @serendipitousReckonings here on archive, @dickerdoodlez on tumblr.

Chapter 1

Adrien was never the writing type. He did write well - written papers and essays – at least according to his teachers – and was even occasionally asked by a few of his classmates for some writing tips. But, it was for educational purposes only. He‘d never had any sort of passion to write an actual story and he never thought of himself as the imaginative kind anyway. His mind was almost always focused on school, his responsibilities set by his father, and his masked identity. He never really had that luxury of being able to think about anything else. Well, except for his Lady, but that was something entirely different.

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Recommended Reading: Bawson Edition

Here’s a list of some of my must read fan fiction featuring my favorite couple from Pitch, Ginny Baker and Mike Lawson, also known as Bawson. This is just the first list. There will definitely be more to come.


A better man might by   lowriseflare, threeguesses  The day Mike realizes he’s actively looking for Baker’s ass in the dugout is the day he decides he should probably stop slapping it.           

And maybe that was love by oddlyfamiliar Ginny and Mike try their hand at something new. Turns out they’re definitely both into it.

Breaking the Code by Bawsanity (CrowsGirl15) AU - Ginny is the hot new pitcher called up by the San Diego Padres. Mike Lawson is the aging catcher for the Dodgers, and Ginny’s childhood idol/crush. What begins as some help between rivals is complicated by a desperate move at the trade deadline.

Catching nothing all the time by lowriseflare, threeguesses   Two things happen the morning after Mike fucks Ginny Baker in Chicago.   

Challenges  by   lawofavgs   His smirk is bordering on predatory as he meets her halfway, stopping just shy of touching her. “Girl I’m seeing, she’s insatiable. Can’t get enough of me. Loves to make sure I know who I belong to.”Her snort makes his smile grow. Allowing herself to draw her fingers lightly over his chest, she tilts her head to the side. “You sound pretty confident.”“With good reason.”             

Dinner with Friends (and Fools) by mikeginsanity(blahblahwahwah)  Mike has to deal with seeing his ex-wife and her fiance at a dinner with friends. But he doesn’t have to face it alone. 

 If you don’t have a good partner, you’d better have a good hand by oddlyfamiliar     Mike accidentally finds Ginny’s sex toy and asks for a demonstration.(aka, Ginny and Mike think they can just do this the once and then pretend it never happened. Watch how wrong they are.)           

Just Another One of Mike’s Girls  by   2shytheshippy   Spinoff from “The What in the How and Why.” AU. Ginny chooses the dress.After Rachel leaves Mike, he develops a reputation due to his fondness for groupies. So, it comes as a surprise to the team when he asks Blip to bring his new girlfriend over for couples night. Their no turns into a yes when Evelyn overhears the Mike and Ginny and, from there, the Sanders and Padres soon realize that there’s more to their relationship than the initially believed.             

The Littlest Padre by   MagicInHerMadness  Collection of loosely linked Bawson family one shots     

my heart stops when you look at me (just one touch now baby i believe)      by  fortunatedaughter    She comes to resent the words – Look what we got here. Ginny Baker, in the flesh. What the fuck does that even mean, her being there, somewhere, in the flesh? She’s not important; no matter what her Pop hopes will happen with baseball when she finally masters that screwball.orthe soulmate au no one asked for.     

Returning the Favor  by Bawsanity (CrowsGirl15)  After Ginny gives him one of his ultimate fantasies, Mike decides to return the favor.   Part 2 of Bawson Fantasies   

Seasons of Love  by  Writeonthrough (Schroederplayspiano) The year Mike Lawson decides is his last he’ll spend with to his first love, baseball, is the first he’ll spend with his last love, Ginny Baker:When Mike announces his plans to retire at the end of next baseball season, Ginny’s and Mike’s implicit plans for their future romantic relationship are finally acted upon, causing the couple to figure a way to have a personal relationship while leading their team to victory. A love story told in four parts.             

Sink or Swim  by Bawsanity (CrowsGirl15)  Mike and Ginny have been sneaking around, and she finds out he has a fantasy of taking her in the team showers. After a particularly hard game for him, she decides to make that fantasy come true.  Part 1 of Bawson Fantasies                   

Slow Like Honey   by neogenesis85 It takes time. A lot of it. It’s just sad that everyone else around them knows how this is going to end, can predict the play-by-play and make good money off the bets, but the two of them keep dancing around what’s inevitable. Or, the five times someone else notices how gone Ginny and Mike are for each other, and the times they finally figure it out themselves.           

Tell Me What You Want  by Bullpen_Antics   The team becomes aware of Ginny’s secret tattoo.           

there’s no place like home  by darlinginmyway   Mike’s grandmother is having her 90th birthday party, and he needs a girlfriend for the weekend.      

These are the practice oaths by lowriseflare, threeguesses  In the wildcard game against the Mets, Ginny pitches maybe the most beautiful game of baseball Mike’s ever seen. Part 1 of The box of multiple universes   

Traffic Stop by MagicInHerMadness  Ginny meets Mike when he gives her a ticket. It should be the start of an argument but things take an interesting turn.              

Unofficial Member of the Team by Bullpen_Antics  Ginny wears a sweater and people lose their shit.      

Why we call it playing catch   by   lowriseflare, threeguesses  Mike’s last game as professional MLB player takes place on the first of October, a tidy, subdued win against Arizona that sends the Padres into the offseason with an uninspiring 71 game record. Ginny doesn’t care.             

As usual feel free to inbox me your own recs. I’m always on the lookout for good reads. Until next time. Enjoy!

belades  asked:

Could you help me out? I recall there being a Japanese myth with a woman named "Tokyo" or something similar, but for the LIFE of me I can't remember the myth or exactly what the woman's name was. I think it might have had something to do with a cliff or the sea, but I might just be getting my wires crossed.

Might you be thinking about Tokoyo?

Once a upon a time, a samurai, name of Oribe Shime, crossed the Emperor. Ill of health and mood, the Emperor exiled the samurai, sending separating him from his daughter, Tokoyo. Tokoyo and her father loved each other very much, and were extremely sad to be separated, so the girl, determined to find her banished father, sold all of her properties and set off on her journey to the Oki Islands, where her father had to live on from now on. Arriving at the old town named Akasaki, Tokoyo asked the local fishermen to give her a hand to the islands, but they all refused to lend her a hand, for it was forbidden to visit those who had been banished, as was assisting those who sought to visit them. 

But Tokoyo is, unlike most female figures in Japanese mythology, not known for being kind or flattering to women, a bona fide killdozer genetically built to get what she desires, so she said “I AM JUST GOING TO LUG MYSELF THERE THEN” and then considered the idea of going Beowulf on the sea’s ass and just swimming across, but settled for just getting a boat (she sold her lands, after all). She went to the Oki Islands, but alas, she couldn’t find her father. She asked the fishermen if they knew where he was, but no one would assist her and they told her to cease her snoopin’ if she didn’t want a whoopin’, so Tokoyo activated Presence Concealment EX and eavesdropped on the conversations of the entire town, but alas, she learned nothing of value.

Defeated, Tokoyo wandered and wandered around the local area, and she eventually came across a shrine. After some vigorous praying to the Buddha, she fell asleep right then and there like a good fatherless hobo. It would’ve been a great nap, EXCEPT a crying girl woke her up. “STOP CRYING OR I WILL GIVE YOU REASONS TO C– Oh yo that ain’t cool” exploded Tokoyo as she got up and noticed that the girl had pretty damn good reasons to be crying loudly, considering a Buddhist monk was about to chokeslam her right off a cliff. “DESIST, RELIGION MAN” she bellowed, preparing her powerful spin kick, one of the top ten moves in the Japanese Myth Fighting World, but she stopped as soon as the monk explained himself. “I’d love to not ragdoll little girls off cliffs, I really would, but see, there’s this rather pissed god, Okuninushi, who is going to get Royally Fucking McPissed if we don’t sacrifice this girl to him after he demanded a sacrifice”

Tokoyo was like “eh, let her go, man, I’ll do it, I got nothing to lose”, since she was pretty down about the whole missing father thing and decided, hey, might as well go out with a bang. So she jumped off the cliff while clenching a dagger between her teeth. Oh yeah, by the way, she had no intention of becoming a sacrifice. Psyche, the plan was “just fucking kick Okuninushi’s ass, because what kind of fucking jerk demands little girls as sacrifices?”, because Tokoyo can do more one-armed push ups than you and I combined, and one has to wonder how the hell her loincloth housed her massive balls.

So Tokoyo straight up swims to the bottom of the ocean because her skin is tougher than submarine pressurized plating and oxygen is for pussies, and upon arriving, she found a really nifty cave so she decided to check it out for sweet loot. And sweet loot she did find! Except it was traumatic sweet loot because she found a statue of the Emperor, which she immediately proceeded to demolish with the nitroglicerin-coated jackhammers she calls her bare hands, because she is still pissed about the whole “he exiled my dad” thing, BUT she stops midway and says “mmm actually I could just carry it to the surface”, and so she just tied the things to her back and effortlessly hoisted the big stone statue and started swimming back to the surface, apparently forgetting her initial god-punching schedule. As soon as she made it out of the cave and started swimming back from the bottom of the ocean with a stone statue strapped to her back, however, a gigantic sea snake creature named Yofune-nushi (which was not Okuninushi and was more or less mythology Godzilla) burst out of the cave and began pursuing Tokoyo. Tokoyo tried her best and swam at full force, fearing for her life, to escape from thPSYCHE, SHE TURNED ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY DEGREES AND WENT DIRECTLY AT THE MONSTER, stabbing its bitch-ass eye with her dagger and then proceeding to pummel the monster with his dagger and her enormous statue-killing fists until she murdered it. If one were to call this a boss fight, the boss was absolutely Tokoyo, certified boss ass bitch and all around killdozer.

Once she finally arrived at the shore, she was well out of stamina (I MEAN, UNDERSTANDABLY SO), but the monk and the little girl from before were there, and they carried her to the town, where her heroic killing of a deep sea abomination with just a dagger and her Bruce Lee Hands earned her acclaim. Moreover, the act of bringing the statue back from the bottom of the ocean apparently lifted a curse on the Emperor, whose illness instantly disappeared. He learned of the event and somehow knew that what Tokoyo had done was what made him healthy again, so in a fit of joy, the Emperor gave Oribe Shime a full pardon, and thus Tokoyo and her father reunited, living happily ever after and returning to their home town, where Tokoyo presumably continued to bully Godzilla and train Sakata Kintoki in the arts of vaporizing oni ass with one hand tied behind the back on her days off when she wasn’t having a simple and clean domestic life with her pops.

Some say that the city of Tokyo has its name in honor of Tokoyo, an homage to her everything, jesus christ, look at the kind of shit she pulled.

Pansy was sitting in her seat beside Potter. It was their makeup seventh year and the new Transfiguration teacher had given them assigned seats. Pansy far preferred McGonagall, but she had gone on to be Headmistress and they were stuck with Professor What’s His Name. She couldn’t be bothered to learn it. When the professor said he’d be seating them in interhouse pairs, she hoped she’d be lucky enough to sit next to Granger. She wasn’t. So instead she watched from afar.

Granger was copying notes from the board. Her body curled over the desk as if she were trying to encircle it. The position made her hair fall into her face. A curtain of dark frizz. Pansy wanted to brush it back for her–perhaps braid it or slick it into a ponytail–or at least offer her an elastic. Then the girl ran a flustered hand from her forehead to the nape of her neck, effectively flipping the bushy hair out of her way.

“Beautiful,” Pansy whispered under her breath.

“Huh?” Potter asked ever-so-eloquently, eyes flicking to Pansy from where they rested on Draco–Granger’s table partner. Draco was taking copious notes as well. Pansy could almost make out his calligraphic scrawl from her seat.

“The studious ones are always the easiest to fall for, aren’t they? And the hardest to get over,” Pansy said, cocking her head in the direction of the two attentive students.

Potter blinked. “I don’t have a crush on Hermione if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Pansy snorted. “That’s not at all what I’m getting at. And anyways, Granger’s gay.”

Potter went as red as his Gryffindor tie. “Don’t say that about her.”

“Cool it, Golden Boy. It wasn’t an insult. But maybe that internalized homophobia is why you can’t see you have a crush on Draco.”

“Malfoy? Are you bonkers? Just because you think he’s the greatest thing on Earth doesn’t mean I have to.”

Pansy laughed then. “Potter, if you were paying any attention you’d know it’s Granger I like. Draco has a sharp wit but the wrong equipment.”

Potter looked as if he’d been slapped. “What?”

“Oh, shut your mouth. Like it’s that shocking.” She knew, however, that it was shocking because every person she’d come out to had said, “you’re too pretty to be gay”. Bullshit. As if her looks had anything to do with her desire to fuck girls. Or cuddle with them. Or whisper sweet nothings into their ears. Or–

Pansy had found she turned into a Hufflepuff when she got too caught up in her fantasies, so she effectively shut them off. It wouldn’t do to have her reputation ruined–even internally.

Pansy brushed aside her ridiculous musings. “Potter, I have a proposition for you.”

His gaze darkened. “No thanks. I don’t take propositions from Slytherins.”

“And I thought we were getting on so well,” Pansy said sweetly before dropping the sugary expression. “Give it a rest, will you? The war’s over. And we weren’t all Death Eaters.”

“You tried to turn me in to Voldemort,” Potter pointed out.

Pansy swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat. “Details, details. Just hear me out. You’re good friends with Granger, and I’m good friends with Draco. What do you say we work together to woo our love interests?”

“I have no interest in dating Mal–”

“Potter, you haven’t taken your eyes off him since he sat down. Actually, you had your eyes on him as he sat down as well.”

“That’s because–”

“Because you were checking out his arse. And you’re blushing like crazy–”

“I am not!”

“–WHICH, may I note, you did not do when you thought I was talking about Granger.”

“Only because–”

“What if I told you he likes you, too?”

Potter shut his mouth. He ran a hand through his unruly hair. It wasn’t as cute as when Granger did it. He bit his lip. “Fine. We can work together. But you can’t tell anyone about this.”

“Potter, who in Merlin’s name would I want to tell? It’s not like I’m proud of allying with a bloody Gryffindor.”

“Whatever. Just…keep it quiet.”

“Same, Scarhead.” The bell rung and the two went their separate ways.

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Cognitive Functions in High School

Ni: the one girl in braids who only wears pastels. sits in the back of the room ignoring everyone and color coding her detailed planner. wasn’t in your biology class at the beginning of the year and may or may not even be enrolled. listens to music in all her classes and somehow gets a 4.0. remembers your birthday. doesn’t give you anything.

Ne: that naturally confident, popular guy who teachers love. everyone wants to be on a team with him (whether it be sports or schoolwork) despite his D+ grade average. flirts with everything with a pulse.

Fi: shy guy in your ceramics class who you’re pretty sure is a vegetarian. you sometimes catch him silently crying for no reason. one day he just has a breakdown and screams “IM A V E G AN“ and shatters a vase and runs out.

Fe: the girl in your philosophy class always breaking up the arguments. literally always wears heels (how do you not trip and die??) probably stares dreamily at the guy she likes but never talks to him. gives her friends homemade candles. will bribe you with candy to get you to like them. everyone already does.

Ti: cute dorky kid who doesn’t say much. gets bullied by Te. always has dimes in his pockets but no one knows why. wears sweater vests and neon shoes. you do a project with him and by the end of it you’re best friends, but you realize later that he knows everything about you and you know nothing about him. will probably fix your broken watch then get so proud he keeps it.

Te: has never missed a class and reminds you of that every single day. smells like vanilla and stress. gets pissed off when you mention the vanilla. bullies you into giving them study guide answers. everyone likes them for some reason.

Si: pretty girl you sit next to in math class. wears dark sunglasses the entire period. the teacher never says anything about it. she always knows the answer, but mostly just talks about how she’s a virgo sun libra rising and pisces moon. probably has a hairbrush with her.

Se: that one partier who meant to stay in but woke up half naked drenched in beer wearing a sombrero in a stranger’s house in Mexico. still manages to pass all his classes and spends spring break in Vegas.

“A Nobody” - Isaac Lahey

Originally posted by thewolfbitme

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REQUEST: (Y/N) is evil (kinda like void Stiles) and she has a soft spot for Isaac.
(I feel like this isn’t even close to what the anon requested but this is how it turned out so I hope you guys will like it regardless.)


On the outside, (Y/N) looked like a normal teenage girl. But on the inside, nothing but darkness and emptyness could be found.

When (Y/N) had arrived in Beacon Hills, Scott McCall had instantly known something was off about the new girl. He had wished his instincts were wrong but soon after the arrival of the pretty-looking girl, chaos started to spread in Beacon Hills like a disease. People were brutally murdered or went mysteriously missing and the pack knew (Y/N) had something to do with it all.

“She doesn’t look like a murderer, though.” Isaac declared while the group of friends was on their lunch break.
“Wha- Is he serious?” Stiles asked his best friend, Scott. “This girl looks like the devil!” He added.
“I’m just saying, maybe she is innocent.” Isaac shrugged.
“No, she’s not. Did you take a good look at her? It’s like staring into the depth of nothingness. She is evil, and you guys know I can detect evil better than anyone.” Stiles said and Isaac rolled his eyes at the skinny and sarcastic teenage boy.
“Stiles is right. Something is off about her.” Scott stated.
“I can feel it too.” Lydia nodded.
“What can you feel, Lydia?” Allison asked, frowning.
“Death.” Lydia said after a short while.
Everytime the banshee was near (Y/N), she could feel the darkness eat away her soul and all the happiness being sucked out of her life. It was a very unpleasant feeling, even for someone like Lydia – to whom death had become a part of her daily life.
“If she is the one killing people, we have to stop her.” Scott declared and his eyes glowed a bright red for a second before going back to their original color.

The next morning, (Y/N) didn’t show up to school and the pack felt panic spreading quickly into their veins. School was the easiest way to keep an eye on (Y/N) without looking too suspicious, but now they had to find (Y/N) before someone else got hurt.
The pack didn’t find (Y/N) until nightfall. Scott had got a call from his mom, Melissa McCall, saying he needed to come to the hospital right away, and judging from the panic in her voice, Scott knew something terrible had happened and he figured they would find (Y/N) at the center of it all.
The moment Scott, Allison, Lydia, Stiles and Isaac walked through the doors of Beacon Hills Memorial, they saw many people lying in a pool of their own blood. Scott had found his mom, frightened but unharmed – to his relief, and had ordered her to go home and lock herself inside the supernatural-protected house.
The pack had decided to split up – although Stiles insisted on staying close to his werewolf best friend, so they could cover more ground and find (Y/N) more quickly.

Isaac was walking quietly in the corridor on the third floor when his werewolf hearing picked up a heartbeat nearby. He walked into a room – which turned out to be the morgue, and found (Y/N) standing there, her back to him.
“(Y/N)?”  Isaac called carefully.
The teenage girl turned around slowly. She looked emotionless, but somehow pretty calm. Her skin and clothes were stained with blood as if she had taken a bath in her victims’ blood.
“I wouldn’t stay here if I were you.” (Y/N) said.
“Why? So you can kill more people?” Isaac said. There was no anger in his voice. Even if now he knew for sure that (Y/N) was the one behind the brutal murders in Beacon Hills, an odd feeling told him not to hurt or kill her, as if he still believed she could be innocent.
“Do you want me to start with you, pretty wolf?” (Y/N) asked blankly.
Isaac couldn’t help but notice that the girl’s voice sounded innocent, almost gentle but emptied of all emotions, and he failed to understand how could someone like (Y/N) could create so much chaos.
“What are you?“ Isaac spoke his thoughts aloud.
"An abomination.” (Y/N) replied.
“This isn’t you.” Isaac stated, although he didn’t know the girl at all and couldn’t possibly know if she had once been different. “Something is posessing you.” He added, though unsure of his theory.
“You’re right, pretty wolf. I was posessed. But I’m not anymore, not when there is nothing left to posess.” (Y/N) said as if she was discussing the weather.
“What happened to you?”
“My soul got eaten up.” (Y/N) replied, her eyes piercing through Isaac’s.
“So you’re killing people just for the hell of it?” Isaac asked. This time, a hint of anger was present in his voice.
“Do you think I need a purpose to kill? Is that what you want me to tell your little friends when they will find you drowned in your own blood? That I took your life for a reason?” (Y/N) asked.
“You’re not going to kill me.” Isaac declared.

Isaac could see (Y/N) smirking a little even though the darkness of the night was hiding half of her angelic-looking face.
“What’s going to stop me? Your claws?” (Y/N) said, calmly.
“You’re not going to kill me.” Isaac repeated, although it was pretty obvious he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince (Y/N).
“It’s okay. Everyone begs for mercy at the end.” (Y/N) said as she walked closer to her next prey, Isaac.
“I can help you.”  Isaac said suddenly.
“Don’t you recognize a lost cause when you see one, pretty wolf?”
“I can help you go back to who you used to be.”
“I used to be a nobody. Who would want to go back to that?” (Y/N) said and for the first time since the beginning of their conversation, Isaac swore he heard sadness in the girl’s voice.
“You do.” Isaac declared and (Y/N) didn’t take another step. She was standing inches away from the werewolf.

A part of her couldn’t wait to slit his throat and watch as his blood stained the floor and until the very last drop left his body. But then, there was this part of her – tiny and well-hidden, which was forbidden her to hurt another soul, especially the one standing in front of her. But killing and destroying had been in her nature for so long, she couldn’t possibly avoid her fate. Or could she?
“I am a monster. I don’t deserve your help and your pity.” (Y/N) stated with anger.
“You’re not a monst-” Isaac couldn’t finish his sentence.
(Y/N) had placed a hand around his throat and was ready to rip it out with her own fingernails. Isaac’s jaw tightened but the boy stayed still.
“Fight back, pretty wolf.” (Y/N) said with her hand around his throat. “Fight back!” She shouted.
(Y/N)’s voice was no longer calm and gentle. There were finally emotions in her words. There was anger. There was sadness. There was humanity.

Isaac put his hand on the one that (Y/N) had placed around his throat. At the touch, (Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock and confusion. Isaac drew (Y/N)’s hand away from his throat and the teenage girl let him do so.
“You’re not a monster.” Isaac finally said.
“You’re wrong. And you’re going to die because of it.” (Y/N) said but she stayed still. She didn’t try to kill Isaac. She couldn’t and she didn’t know why.

There was a heavy silence in the room while Isaac and (Y/N) stared into each other’s eyes. (Y/N) was still fighting off the urge to kill the werewolf, but why she was fighting it off, she didn’t know.
Then, Isaac gently placed a hand on (Y/N)’s cheek and she backed away as if his touch had bruned her skin. At this very moment, she felt something. Something other than anger or pain. Something she hadn’t felt in forever which is why it felt so odd and unfamiliar. And (Y/N) knew that whatever it was, she had to hold on to it, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t because even if it was as though she could finally see a light into the darkness, the light was so bright it was blinding her. She couldn’t because it felt like someone was riping her soul out all over again. She couldn’t because after feeling nothing for so long, the pain was agonizing.
“Don’t fight back.” Isaac said quietly as he watched the girl struggling not to let any light in into her darkened mind. He could see her pushing all emotions away and it seemed to be strongly hurting her.

Suddenly, an arrow pierced (Y/N)’s body and she gasped. Isaac’s eyes widened and he turned around to see Allison throwing another arrow at (Y/N).
“Allison, stop!” Isaac shouted.
“Get out of the way, Isaac!” Allison shouted back, convinced that she was rescuing her friend and doing him a favor by killing the enemy.
“No! Stop!” Isaac shouted but Allison threw another arrow and (Y/N) collapsed onto the floor.
With three arrows piercing through her body, (Y/N) gasped for air as she laid almost motionless on the floor of the morgue, her blood staining her clothes and skin as it mixed with the dry blood of her latest victims.
Isaac hurried at her side while Allison watched him, confused. Isaac held (Y/N) in his arms as the girl struggled to breathe.
“What have you done?” Isaac shouted.
“I- I thought-” Allison stuttered, extremely confused.
“Get out! Go find help!” Isaac shouted urgently.
Allison stayed still, wondering if she had just badly injured an innocent.
“Now, Allison!” Isaac shouted and the huntress ran out of the room to go and get help.
“You’re gonna be okay, (Y/N).” Isaac said quietly as blood stained (Y/N)’s lips.

But Isaac knew what just came out of his mouth was a lie and (Y/N) knew it too. She couldn’t breathe. She was dying and she was okay with it. She wanted the pain to stop. It wasn’t her physical injuries that was hurting her. But while her body was pain-free, everything inside was agonizing. The pain which she felt on the inside was what was killing her. Her mind was on fire, her soul – which she believed to be long gone, was being torn apart by the strong and unbearable feeling of love and of life.
“I’m sorry.” Isaac whispered, fighting off the urge to scream and cry for someone he hardly even knew.
“It’s okay.” (Y/N) whispered as her body went still. “I was made to kill, not to love.”

And then her eyes were closed and a single tear fell down her face. Crying was so foreign to her, but that’s how she knew. She had been forbidden to feel, and the moment Isaac set her free from the never-ending darkness and chaos, death came crawling back to take her soul. And this time, she was never getting it back ever again. Isaac was the first person to see (Y/N) for who she used to be and not who she had become. He was the first person to see her as a human being and not as a monster. And that’s what gave (Y/N) a piece of her humanity back: to be reminded of who she used to be and not blamed for who she was now. Because everybody should be reminded of what they’ve lost in order to get it back. And as the pain exploded in her body into a thousand flames, she knew she was herself again. She was a nobody again, a nobody at all.

Okay, so I’ve been thinking about Sayaka’s character as of late and my mind wandered to the infamous train scene, where Sayaka confronts two sexist young men and, consequently, has darkness consume her.

I’ve always wondered what the purpose of that scene was, exactly; Sayaka’s soulgem was already corrupted pretty much beyond repair before this scene even happened. After her confrontation with Homura, they could’ve just shown her breaking down, having the darkness consume her and then cut to the train stationscene with Kyoko. No reason to bring two random sexist men, whom we never see again and don’t even get the faces of, into such an important scene.

But then it hit me: the fac that these are two random men is what makes this scene so important in the first place.

Sayaka, from the moment she found out that magical girls were a thing, has wanted nothing more than to be a hero. She believed herself to be unimportant in the grand scheme of the universe, unable to even help Kyousuke, and wanted to change that. 

Mami was, on that front, a big inspiration to her. Mami was everything she wanted to be: confident, strong, morally sound, and above all, capable of helping other people. Sayaka put Mami on a pedestal as ‘the perfect hero’, and ever since she became a magica girl, has done her best to copy her. 

Mami, however, is very different from Sayaka for a number of reasons, the most important one here being that Mami is alone. Her family is dead, and to cope with that, she has focussed her life on hunting down witches, which in turn means she has no friends outside of that. As of the show, Madoka and Sayaka might have been the only two people she’d had prolonged positive contract with in years.

In contrast, Sayaka has a healthy social life. She’s been shown to have at least three good friends (Hitomi, Madoka, Kyousuke), her parents, though absent, are alive, and she seems to get along with the rest of her class rather well. When Sayaka died, it was news. When Mami disappeared, no one even noticed.

Mami can’t deal with her loneliness and the guilt she has over her family’s death, so she drowns herself in witch hunting. Protecting the city, defeating witches, is the only thing she considers herself worthy of anymore, or, alternatively, she believes that that is the least she can do to repay the wish she asked Kyuubey for, so she has made this her ‘altruistic’ goal.

This goal, while noble, stems from an incredibly unhealthy mindset that causes Mami to consider herself ifnerior to the lives of the city. However, Sayaka doesn’t know this. Madoka never told Sayaka about the conversation she had with Mami in the Sweet’s Witch’s labyrinth, where Mami admits her loneliness. 

Thus, Sayaka never realizes that protecting the city asked a heavy toll from Mami. Sayaka’s pedestal of Mami is untouched, and she continues to believe that Mami effortlessly defended the city because it was the right thing to do, while also having time for tea afterwards. 

Sayaka believes she needs to live up to this, and every sign of weakness is selfishness. She believes that she is a bad person for allowing the stress of protecting the city to get to her - Mami didn’t. She thinks it’s selfish of her to want to be with Kyousuke, because that’s not what her goal in life is anymore - Mami didn’t need to have friends or even boyfriends in her year. The reveal that her soulgem is now her soul reinforces the idea that she now only exists to protect the city: she is literally made for it now.

Sayaka, because of a combination of self-loathing, unhealthy hero worship, and stressful situation (having your soul ripped out from you will do that), now believes that she needs to abandon all other things in life, so that she can focus on protecting the city from witches.

And she does. She lets Hitomi have Kyousuke, she hunts familiars despite the lack of a reward, she spends all her free time hunting. Unsurprisingly, this does her mental state no good, and it starts to chip away on her sanity.

Then Kyoko happened. Kyoko, the selfish and bitter girl who is so much better than Sayaka. Sayaka tries to beat her time and time again, but fails miserably every time. This breaks her down faster than anything, throwing her weakness in her face and amplifying her self-loathng (’Mami would’ve beaten her by now’), and it also reinforces the idea that she is this city’s last line of defence: after all, all other magical girls are selfish pricks.

Sayaka decides that she needs to focus on becoming stronger so that she can beat Kyoko, and, above all, so that she can beat Kyoko’s selfish attitude and prove that good always trumps evil (yes, Sayaka firmly establishes Kyoko as ‘evil’, even if that mindset does get some nuance later, but I digress). She wants to prove that  she can protect this city, and that Mami was right about their goal in life, and that her sacrifices are worth it, in the end.

At this point, Sayaka has hinged her entir emental health on her belief that protecting the city is her only purpose in life. This is what causes her to spit at Homura’s attempts to save her life (however selfish they may or may not be): she can and will become a selfless hero protecting this glorious city.

Her entire mental health is now dependent on her belief that this city deserves to be protected, and is worth her sacrifices.

And then the train scene happens. Two random men, so generic that they don’t even have a face, sit before her. These are the people she’s trying to save: the average citizen of this city.

And they’re horrible. They are horrible, despicable human beings, worthless wastes of space.

And then, it hits her: these sexist pigs are what I’ve been protecting, this is what Mami died for, this is what I’ve sacrificed so much for. 

And she realizes that her city wasn’t worth Mami’s death, and that it isn’t worth Sayaka’s pain. This isn’t worth her sacrifice.

That’s what pushed her over the edge: the realization that she’d given her life for nothing. That she didn’t want to be a hero, not for this.

Her purpose to be alive crumbled, and what did she have left? She’d pushed away all her friends, her lvoe had left her, her parents are absent, she had been turned into a soulless monster. She could ask no one to love her anymore, and she had no chance for a normal life outside frome this.

So seh gave up, and let herself become the monster that she’d been fighting, and destroyed the city she’d been protecting. 

Good Girl CH 1: Tequila and Bad Decisions

Chapter 2, CH 3CH 4, CH 5. CH 6, CH 7, CH 8, CH 9, CH 10, CH 11, CH 12 CH 13, CH 14, CH 15, CH 16, CH 17, CH 18, CH 19, CH 20, CH 21, CH 22, CH 23, CH 24, CH 25

I scan the crowd of both Asians and Americans but regardless of races I can say confidently that they are all pretty shady. My eyes go to my grinning friend Jihyo, who has somehow convinced me to come to a very nice club that just happens to be crawling with creeps. Some of her other friends had told her how amazing the club, EXO, was but seem to forget that you have to either look really slutty or really rich to get in. That is how I ended up having to take off my jacket and stockings and now have to stand in line in the freezing cold in nothing but a tight leather skirt and one of Jihyo’s crop tops that could pass for a bra. She is in a similar skimpy out fit, but she is actually wearing her only pair of shorts like that which meant I had to wear the skirt.

“How much longer?” I groan as I begin jogging in place, something I found easy in her five-inch heels.

She rolls her fake green eyes at me, “We haven’t been waiting that long.”

“It’s been an hour. What are they waiting for?” I glance down the line toward the closed doors.

“I thought you didn’t wanna come?” She teases with a confident grin.

I scoff at her, “I still don’t, it just happens to be better than freezing my ass off out here.”

“Maybe if you go shake it up there we can get in.” She gestures to the large bouncer standing outside the main door.

“Fuck that, I would much rather fuck Hoseok to get in,” Jihyo grins at the mention of her friend that works in the club and also happens to have a massive crush on me.

“Would you please? I offered but he didn’t believe me that you would follow threw.”

I glare at her, “You offered what?”

“Your precious virginity,” She grins at me evilly.

“Ugh don’t say stuff like that.”

She continues to tease me, “What, can’t handle the truth that you’re a 17 year old virgin?”

“Not all of us can be lucky enough to lose their virginity in a school bathroom when we were 14,” I snap back. She just grins at my mean words. “I can’t believe that you offered my virginity to some guy to get into a club,” I pause as I rethink my words, “That’s a lie, I expect nothing less from you.”

“I learned my bitchiness from you.”

“I’m giving this place five more minutes than I’m leaving, with or without you.”

She fakes hurt, “You would leave me to get drunk at a club by myself?”

“Yes, what will you do without someone to take care of your drunken self?” I pat the younger girl’s head.

Just then the doors to the club opened and the bouncer starts weeding through the people lined up in front of him. I’m not surprised when lots of the guys or undeniably less attractive girls start getting denied and pushed out of the line as others get to go inside. When it’s our turn to be checked out, again, I’m not surprised when the bouncer waves us in without as much of a glance at the fake IDs we worked hard to get, though I understand why. Jihyo is an undeniable beauty with her long raven locks and perfect doll like face. With the body of a fitness goddess and legs for miles, I have always envied her 5’6 height. Standing at a small 5 foot but thankfully 5’5 in heels, I’m still dwarfed next to the beautiful girl. Though I won’t admit it out loud I’m quiet a looker myself.

Being from a Korean father and a mother who is a mutt herself I was lucky enough to inherit some very good qualities from different races. The nice curves and wavy locks that I received from my dark skinned mom seem to fit my cat like eyes I got for my dad. Though I also got my short height from my dad’s side of the family too. My hair is a blend of them, giving me perfect loose, black waves that hang daintily against my back.

“Jooyoung!” Jihyo brings me out of my thoughts to have me gawk at the massive club with her. The bar is to the left; circle booths line two of the other walls while the huge DJ booth takes up most of the other wall. Lights flash as the music blares through the massive speakers making it hard to hear what Ji is trying to say to me. Realizing that I can’t hear a word she is saying she just nods her head in direction of the bar. I follow, our hands locked together to make sure we don’t loose each other in the thick crowd. Once we reach the bar Ji manages to find an empty stool that she quickly places me on. She stands close behind me, her hands resting on the bar, locking me in and all the others out. Even though I’m older Ji is taller and a little bit bigger than me, something that has made her a little over protective, though I don’t really need it in places like this. Even though she is always the one bringing me to them and the trouble along with her.

“Four shots of tequila!” She yells to the hot bartender, who grins at us. Farther down behind the bar we see none other than Hoseok busy mixing drinks and flirting with customers. So different from his normal cutesy self, he seems so much hotter with his hair pushed back and a sly smirk on his face.

“Damn,” I accidently say out loud. Ji follows my eyes and grins. That grin stays as the bartender places the four shots in front of us. Giving me two and keeping two for her self, Ji raises the first one and holds it up to me expectantly. I hold my little glass to hers’.

“To getting drunk!” She clinks our glasses and moves to drink but stops as I begin downing mine, “And to getting layed!” With that she does hers’ in one go like me. We both slam the shot glass back down on the counter, grimacing as the awful liquid burns its way down our throats. I glare at her little add in to our toast.

“I’ll sleep with someone when I want to!”

“Who said it was for you? I need some fun too, it’s been way to long.” She teases as she rests her head on my shoulder, grabbing her other shot and, again, holding it up to mine. “How about to you just doing something that will get you out of your funk and make you that happy go lucky girl I met in elementary?”

I give her a soft smile, clinking our glasses and down the shot. “Four more!”

“That’s what I’m talking about!”

“I’m so going to regret this in the morning.”

“Oh shut up, when was the last time you got actually drunk? You are the best person to be around when your drunk, you’re just so cute and friendly.”

“I turn into a child. That’s not how I want to be in a public area with creepy guys all over the place.”

“You’re a step a head of most since those killer instincts seem to keep working threw your buzz. I wouldn’t question anything if Freddy Kruger himself came up and offered me a ride home. But you, you can see threw the best con man after downing a bottle of tequila.”

“It’s a gift.”

“One of few,” She tease as she holds up a shot, “To me becoming a better judge of character and to you becoming more careless. I’m tired of being the only one walking up in a stranger’s bed.”

As more and more shots are downed and things wrong with my life are listed I have never been so grateful but so annoyed with this girl at the same time. She is the only person I share anything with, the only person who even somewhat knows what’s going on in the mess I call my head. But as she stands there telling me all the things I should be worried about or work on I get kind of angry. After having enough shots for now, I pull the tall girl to the dance floor with me, hoping to shut her pretty mouth up. We dance like there is no tomorrow, forgetting all that is troubling us; actually I seem to be the only one with troubles.

As hours fly by of dancing and more shots here and there my mind begins to fog. I stop caring about the unknown hands that grope me, too focused on my high and the music. My feet are numb and my legs feel like jello but I some how continue to stay on my feet. Jihyo is a grinning mess in front of me, twirling around and stumbling every few minutes. It has been along time since I’ve felt this good, this free, like nothing could ever hold me back. Jihyo would have usually abandoned me by this time and I would take that as an okay to find a way home but not tonight. I am no one’s babysitter tonight!

Suddenly the crowd starts moving toward the DJ stand, they all huddle, trying to see something that must be pretty interesting. Being the nosy girl she is, Ji tries to drag me along with the rest of the crowd to find out what is going on. I try to pull her away from the gawking people, knowing whatever it is, it can’t be good.

Running away isn’t a possibility with Ji trying to pull me the other way and the crowd pulling me as a whole. As my instincts scream at me to run, the sound of gunshots can heard above the music. The pull of the crowd towards the noise is gone as people try to avoid the bullets that are flying in every direction. My eyes scan the crowd, seeing at least a dozen people on the floor either crying out for help or already dead. Blood covers the almost empty dance floor. Without another thought I start dragging Jihyo to the bathroom as the rest of the crowd breaks out in a panic as they all drunkenly scramble to the front door. Some how through my very drunken state I’m able to maneuver Jihyo and myself through the small bathroom window, out into the empty alleyway. The cold nips at my cheeks as the wind blows it’s freezing air around us.

Jihyo lands on her butt, “Ya! That hurt!” She whines loudly.

“Shut up you idiot!” I scan the alley for anyone else who exited the club, finding a van waiting. On the other side of a massive garbage bin the back door to the club busts open. A long line of extremely attractive guys strut out, the last one, who is taller than the rest, has something large, and strangely human shaped, hanging over his shoulder. I slam Jihyo and myself up against the wall and pry that they don’t see us. To be completely honest, I couldn’t careless about my own safety but Jihyo has so much to live for, I don’t want to risk her life.

“Joo-ah!” She calls out drunkenly, drawing the attention of the last of the men.

God dammit you dumb bitch! I love you, but you dumb bitch! I scream in my head as I hear their footsteps coming our way. In a desperate moment I whisper an apology as I punch her across the face, knocking the drunk girl out easily. Quickly I throw the stray trash bags on top of her, hiding her from who ever is coming. I’m crouching down next to where I’m hiding her, behind the garbage bin when someone comes rushing down the alley way on my side. The person stops when he sees the group of men coming his way. I can easily see the terror on the poor man’s face as he reaches one of the over hanging lights just a few feet away from me.

My heart stops when another gunshot rings out in the alley. I watch as the man drops to his knees, clutching his stomach his eyes drift away from his killers to me. The anxiety building up in my chest almost bursts when the gun fires again, this time hitting the man’s forehead, making him collapse, his eyes never leaving mine. But as if my heart knows what is to come it pounds harder than I’ve ever felt it before, as the footsteps continue toward us.

The suspense of them finding me begins to annoy me. My chest is hurting from the tightness of my anxiety and my thighs don’t appreciate being stuck in a low wall sit for this long. But it finally happens. A man dressed in all black stands over the body for a minute before crouching down and going through his pockets. He pulls out the dead man’s wallet and flips it open, automatically finding something that makes him sigh.

“Poor bastard had a family. What a shame, should watch wear he wanders.” The man mumbles to himself, dropping the wallet on the man’s chest. I debate on whether I’m a horrible person or not for not busting out in tears at the fact an innocent man was just murdered in front of me and that I could possibly next. The low amount of empathy I normally have for people seems to have reached an all time low when I realize how I feel absolutely nothing for the dead man in front of me.

But instead I study the killer. He looks young, but from the way he carries himself I feel as if he must be older. In a nice suit, which was obviously made for him, he is extremely handsome. The uncaring expression on his child like face tells me this is something he has done many times before, something that should disturb me more than is does. Just as he is about to stand up he pauses, his eyes not really focused on anything. I resist the urge to scream as he tilts his head and his cat like eyes find me. “Hello there baby girl,” The cat man purrs with a threating yet attractive smile.

Epic Movie (Re)Watch #127 - Chicago

Originally posted by the-color-of-rain

Spoilers below.

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: Blu-ray

1) This film holds a lot of personal significance to me. I first saw it when I was 13 in one of the hardest months of my life. I was sick with pneumonia (diagnosed that day) and my great grandmother had just died, so the whole family was over because the funeral was that week. It was late and someone wanted to put in a movie so my dad pulls out Chicago. My mother was a little bit strangely strict about what PG-13 movies I could and could not see, usually forbidding more sexual stuff than anything else. So this was the most sexual film I had seen at the time and I had felt because of that, and the fact I was watching it with all the adults of my family, that I had been promoted to the adult table in some senses. I was really captivated by the music, the story, the moral ambiguity, it was just so different from anything else I’ve seen. I would not be Just Another Cinemaniac without Chicago. In some ways its as important to my film fan identity as Back to the Future.

2) The film opens with an extreme close up on Roxie’s (Renée Zellweger’s) eye, giving us our first inkling on how this is a musical in Roxie’s mind. But more on that later.

3) Note that we never see Velma Kelly’s (Catherine Zeta Jones’) face until she’s on stage giving a performance. This creates the feeling that Velma is ALWAYS putting on a performance.

4) Catherine Zeta Jones as Velma Kelly.

Originally posted by musemm

This film is pretty much perfectly cast, I think. 4 of its actors were nominated for Oscars, with another being nominated for a Golden Globe. Zeta Jones actually won her first (and to date only) Oscar for her role in this film, and for good reason to. She IS Velma Kelly. Zeta Jones is totally lost in the role, being able present all of Velma’s different qualities. Her showmanship, her rare vulnerability, her killer instinct, and it all just WORKS. You never EVER feel like you’re watching an actress. Zeta Jones IS Velma Kelly and as the first character we get a nice long look at, it is a great performance to start the film off with.

5) Hey, it’s Dominic West!

6) Renée Zellweger as Roxie Hart.

Originally posted by segel-sudeikis

Roxie is really the lead of this film, the character who we follow along and see the world through. The writing is really interesting. It would have been easy to start Roxie off as some innocent girl who made a mistake and goes on this big journey, but Roxie - despite whatever facade she puts up - is hardly some innocent girl. She readily and passionately has an affair even though her husband is a pretty nice guy (and not a “nice guy” where the guy acts nice but is really a jerk, but is actually pretty kind), murderers her lover just for being a jerk (there are better reasons to murderer someone), all while putting up this act like she did nothing wrong and is the victim. And I honestly think she believes it.

Renée Zellweger captures all these conflicting parts of Roxie’s character with true mastery. She also is able to handle Roxie’s transformation into a more cutthroat and determined creature with the same expertise. Like with Zeta Jones, you never feel like you’re watching Zellweger just giving a performance. She is - for all intents and purposes - Roxie. Originally Charlize Theron was cast in the part but after a change in directors there was a change in casting, and Zellweger had to learn signing and dancing for the film. It paid off wonderfully, as she was nominated for an Oscar for what is possibly her best role ever.

7) John C. Reilly as Amos.

Originally posted by mikewazowskis

John C. Reilly was also nominated for an Oscar for his performance in this film, and it is clear why. Amos is the only honestly good character in the film, and even then he is not without his flaws. He is not above losing his temper or being able to say when enough is enough when it comes to Roxie (you know, the woman who cheats on him, tries to have him take the fall for murder, and manipulates him in court just to get off). But - because this is Chicago - he’s the only main(ish) character to come out the other side being totally and utterly screwed over. There are some nice layers to Amos (mainly the loss of temper as mentioned above) and Reilly is just totally sincere in the part. It’s no wonder he was nominated for an Oscar.

8) This film sets itself apart from other movie musicals through the idea that the musical is all in Roxie’s head.

Originally posted by inlovewithaudreyhepburn

This creates a plausible explanation for why character’s burst into song and dance, allows the film to utilize some unique editing and art direction, and finally gives us a nice peek into Roxie’s head. This element allows us to see just how passionate Roxie is not only for the desire to perform but also the desire for fame. It also lets us know how she sees OTHER characters in the film (namely Billy Flynn, but more on that later). I think it is this key element that set the film up for such critical and artistic success, leading to its best picture win at the Oscars.

9) Danny Elfman provides a few nice instrumental pieces of score for the film which feel totally period Chicago. When you are adapting a popular musical such as Chicago adding extra music could be a challenge, but Elfman’s occasional score blends perfectly with the rest of the film.

10) Queen Latifah as Mama.

Originally posted by isabellenightwoods

Latifah rounds out the quartet of Academy Award nominated performances with her portrayal as Matron Mama Morton. I think it’s Latifah’s best performance. She is able to portray Mama as cooperative and a bit soft spoken, but still someone who deals with no bullshit from her inmates. She is as manipulative as any other character in this film, if not as in big a way. You often hear her tell Roxie and Velma EXACTLY what they want to hear knowing that it will lead to a big pay day for her. It is a crafty role which Latifah plays well, and her introductory song “When You’re Good to Mama” shows off not only this characterization but Roxie’s perception of her quite well. It also allows for Latifah to show off her impressive singing chops.

11) The Cell Block Tango.

Originally posted by queen-cii

Where do I even begin with this number? It is by far the most iconic and best part of the entire film. The filmmakers are able to use the idea of “the musical in Roxie’s mind” to create a visually unique and compelling number which is edited together seamlessly with the “real world” of the Cook County jail Roxie finds herself in. Each of the “murderess mistresses” is given enough time to create a unique character and create a sense of the world Roxie (and the audience) finds herself in at this time. I particularly find the use of ribbons to illustrate blood/murder wildly effective, noting that Hunyak’s ribbon (the girl who constantly claims she is not guilty) is white whereas the others are red. This suggest that she is - in fact - innocent.

It is also worth noting that while the first story starts off very much “I’m guilty, here’s what happened”, that by the time we get to the inmate who claims her husband “ran into her knife” ten times the stories have become more and more claiming of legal innocence. This is a trend which continues through Velma’s story, where she claims she blacked out after seeing her husband & sister having sex and came to with blood on her hands. We as the audience have actually seen NOTHING which contradicts this story, further creating a nice sense of showmanship within the film.

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12) Okay, I am all for good female friendships on film and television, but I would be lying if I said the catty relationship between Velma & Roxie was not entertaining. I think this is a byproduct from good writing (with what we know about these characters, how ELSE could their relationship go?) and the wildly captivating chemistry between Zeta Jones and Zellweger. Their relationship is one of the key sources of conflict throughout the film and with those two actresses it just WORKS.

13) Richard Gere as Billy Flynn.

The number in Roxie’s head which introduces us to Flynn - “All I Care About” - is a pitch perfect example of expectations vs. reality. After what she’s heard about Billy (which isn’t much mind you), Roxie expects him to be this honest to goodness lawyer who only wants to save women from dying in by the noose in Chicago. What we get however is the craftiest, most manipulative skeeze ball in the film. So why is he so damn likable? Who is he comparable to the roguish Han Solo? Why do we root for him? I think that is all in Gere’s performance. It would be easily to play him as a disgusting slime ball but there is a charisma that Gere brings which I think elevates the character and the film. Originally offered to Hugh Jackman & John Travolta at different parts, Gere’s chemistry with the rest of the cast is great and although the film didn’t land him an Oscar nomination he did receive a Golden Globe for his work.

14) I think it’s worth noting that Roxie does not take too long to adapt to prison. Again evidence that she’s not as innocent as she wants people to think.

15) “We Both Reached For The Gun”

Originally posted by darker-than-light

I can never tell if this or “Razzle Dazzle” is my favorite number in the film, but I think for a visual standpoint it HAS to be this. This is once again where the conceit of “the musical in Roxie’s head” benefits the film GREATLY. The imagery of Roxie being a dummy operated by Billy to sell her story not reflects on their relationship in an incredibly clear way (as well as how Billy is literally using people) but also is just visually fascinating. Zellweger is a lot of fun during the number, and if you ever want to know why this film won the Oscar for best editing the year it was nominated just watch this scene.

16) The song “Roxie” when Roxie is at the top of her game is a great character study. It goes even deeper into Roxie’s desire for fame and admiration, a key quality in her character that drives pretty much all her actions throughout the film. It features gorgeous cinematography with its use of mirrors and presents us with Roxie’s ideal self. This ideal self is not a good person (not necessarily), but someone who is adored by her audience. If that doesn’t speak to who Roxie is as a character I don’t know what does.

Originally posted by barbara-stanwyck

17) A film is told in cuts, as in cutting from one moment to the next in as clean and clear a way as possible.

Velma [after Mama suggests she kisses Roxie’s ass to maintain some position]: “Over my dead body.”

[We cut to the mess hall, where Velma is seen smiling at Roxie]

Velma: “Mind if I join you?”

18) “I Can’t Do It Alone”

Originally posted by avengerassemble

Up until this point we have not seen Velma truly vulnerable. We have peeked more into who Roxie is as a character than who Velma is. That all changes with this number, which shows us that Velma is just as desperate for the spotlight as Roxie is. She NEEDS to stay relevant, she NEEDS the fame and the admiration, and only when it was too late did she realize that the murder of her sister took away one of the key things that made her so desirable to the world in the first place. This song is a fun number that adds nice depth to Zeta Jones’ character and shows off just how talented she can be with Velma’s vulnerability.

19) My heart broke a little when I saw Velma’s face after Roxie’s rejection of her.

And in that moment and that moment alone, I think I shipped the two of them together.

20) Lucy Liu’s glorified cameo as Kitty, the newest jazz killer in Chicago and the one who threatens to take away Roxie’s fame, is a perfect example of how easily Roxie can fall. But here’s the thing, Roxie is smarter than she appears. And more manipulative. It is her greatest strength that people underestimate her, so when she “faints” and mentions “the baby” everyone - from Velma to Billy - are all surprised by her.

21) I was a naive 13 year old. I didn’t understand that the doctor who said he’d testify that Roxie was pregnant had very clearly slept with her (hence Billy’s remark about his fly being open).

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22) “Mister Cellophane”

Originally posted by 80plays

Somehow this song not only shows us how ROXIE perceives her estranged husband as being someone who’s not worth caring about, but also makes Amos into a sympathetic character. He is not particularly whiny about the fact that he’s oft forgotten, he’s just a little sad about it. Reilly’s performance in the song is filled with soft sorrow and vulnerability we don’t always get to see from the actor, an honesty which carries the entire song on its back. It is a truly worthy number to be included with the rest of the film, with its Chaplin like art style and Reilly’s vocals, and I’m glad it made the cut.

23) In a lot of ways Chicago is a noir comedy musical. I say this for two reasons: Amos being kinda screwed over at the end, and the fact that Hunyak - the only innocent girl in the jail - is the only who is hanged. This also reminds Roxie of the fact that she IS on trial for murder and of the fatal consequences she could face.

24) “Razzle Dazzle”

Originally posted by barbara-stanwyck

If “We Both Reached for the Gun” is my favorite number in the film from a stylistic standpoint, then “Razzle Dazzle” is probably my favorite from a thematic one. Gere expresses Flynn’s belief that the courts are just a circus, simply entertainment to be manipulated, in a way which is just that: entertaining. I am always totally taken in by the song through its themes of craftiness, playful melody, and fun visuals. It is just a wonderful number which I love watching again and again.

25) If “Razzle Dazzle” doesn’t tell you how Billy sees the court system than this line will:

Originally posted by stilinska-archive

Hell, the non-musical court room scenes are in a lot of ways more dramatic than the musical ones.

26) This film had a song which was shot but not included in the final cut, one sung between Mama and Velma called “Class”. Still found on the movie’s soundtrack, “Class” had the pair discuss how the world seems to have gone to shit and how no one has any class. It was cut both for pacing issues and - largely - because it did not fit the theme of “the musical in Roxie’s head”. Roxie was at the court house and these two started singing after hearing about what was going on over the radio. It is a wonderful song but I think the film works better without it featured.

27) It took absolutely no time at all for Roxie not to matter. The press didn’t even want her picture after the verdict was read. Another killer, another star.

28) The final number of the film is a dual thing. The first of which is Roxie singing the song “Nowadays” on her own at an audition. The song is sad, somber, and lacks umph. This causes the directors to pass on Roxie. But when Velma and Kelly work together? When they’re able to work with their heat and chemistry and put on a duet of “Nowadays”? The umph is back and it is a wonderful number to end the film on!

Originally posted by damnafricawhathappened


I’m obviously biased through my own personal experience with the film, but I think Chicago is quite possibly the best movie musical of the 21st century (yes, even better than Les Miserables). The acting is incredible across the board, with Catherine Zeta Jones and Renée Zellweger being the obvious standouts. The concept of “the musical in Roxie’s head” allows for a musical which is unique and supports a wonderful art style. The songs are fun, the pacing and editing are great, and it’s a technical spectacle in its subtletly. Just a wonderfully entertaining film I think everyone should watch.

cosette is literally such a good character? this girl was raised in a shitty abusive environment, taught from childhood that she was good for nothing, pretty much just lived an overall terrible and traumatic childhood, bought from her abusers like property, lived alone and isolated her whole life and yet? she chooses to treat everyone with respect and kindness and always tries to look for the good in the world all while not hesitating to stand up for herself. this girl has been through hell and back and she yet tries to live her life to the fullest, loving and living all she can i love her so much

Emily should get away from Alison’s toxic ass. Paige is totally right, this childish behaviour is annoying A.F. Why the hell is Ali acting like a freaking teenager?? She can’t be professional at work? Fuck that. She needs to act like an adult and stop playing with Emily. Let her be happy with someone else since you don’t know what the hell you want.
Lol I will never not hate Alison tbh. Nothing over the shows running has made me see her as anything other than an annoying, aggravating bitch and I don’t get why the girls still try and be friends with her. I think Emily is a sweetheart who has proven time after time to deserve more.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Rebecca, Clint x Nat, Sam x Wanda

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Stalking, Language, Smut ( later chapters )

A/N: The girls are supposed to be Marine Biologists. I know nothing about that profession. I am doing a bit of research for it, but if any false information is given, I sincerely apologize. Also, please don’t expect a lot of fluff in this. Honestly, this isn’t really going to be a romantic series. The mermaids/mermen in this fic are predators and will act as such.

“Nat, see anything on the radar?” She sighs in response, disappointed with the results after an hour of scanning. “Not a single thing. We’re not even picking up fish in the area. We should have spotted one of the pods by now.” Y/N starts flipping through the charts from the past few years. “This makes no sense. They’ve been coming here every year. Where the hell are they?” The door to the cabin opens and Wanda steps in after scouting the waves for breach sightings. She grabs one of the papers sitting on the desk and then looks over the map. “Well we’re definitely in the right spot, but I’m not seeing anything out there. You think they relocated?” Y/N shakes her head, “Doubtful, the waters here are rich, perfect for breeding and raising their young. Something must be wrong.“ Nat grumbles something under her breath before turning and heading downstairs. “I’ll radio the guys. Maybe they can find something on the males we tagged last year.”

Y/N drops down to her chair and runs a hand down her face, frustrated that they have not had any progress in the past few hours. “What do you think happened, Wanda?” “The thing that really comes to mind is climate change, but everything has pretty much been the same. Only other possible conclusion is that maybe a bigger predator moved into the area.” “Girl, they’re Orcas. Nothing is above them in the food chain, except asshole humans. Giant squids? Maybe, but the Orcas hunt in packs and squids are solitary creatures so I don’t see how that would keep them away.” Wanda hums for a bit, trying to think of anything else. She smirks when a thought pops in her head. “Megalodon?” Y/N glares, inwardly cursing at her for even bringing up such a thing. Especially when they were currently adrift on a boat that’s probably small enough to be swallowed by one. “What the fuck, Wanda? Are you trying to terrify me?” She goes into a fit of giggles as Nat comes back up to join them. “Clint says that the pod isn’t even close to this location right now. They’re apparently sticking to the deeper waters. He has been watching they’re movements and it seems the pod is moving back and forth at the edge of the shallows. Something is keeping them from getting closer. There’s also news, that one of the males is dead. His tracker hasn’t moved in the past two weeks.”

Nothing is adding up. What could possibly keep Orcas from traveling into their natural breeding grounds? “Do you think whaling could be involved?” Nat scoffs and shakes her head at the question. “They would have to be really idiotic. Whaling on the coastline would make them a very easy target. Anyone could spot them.” Wanda hops up from her spot on the couch with a smile on her face. “Well, I have an idea, but you guys might not like it.“ The girls turn towards her, giving her the sign to continue. “Lets get our gear on and head in. See if we can find anything strange.” “You were right. I don’t like it. That is a horrible idea. We are not about to jump into the sea with who knows what might be out there that the whales are afraid of.”

Nat starts pacing, “She has a point though. We have to find out what the problem is, one way or another, right?” “Or…you know, we can leave it to some other professionals who might have some kind of weapon in case something big is lurking down there.” The conversation comes to a halt when a sound comes through the hydrophone. All three girls freeze and listen closely as the sounds come through a second time. It was a low rumbling, almost as if another boat was passing by. However, when Y/N looked out through the windows, there was no one around them for miles. There was a sudden thud that came through the speakers, alerting them that whatever made the noise was now underneath them.

“Oh god…” Wanda looked frightened as she stared Y/N in the eyes. “I knew I should have warned you guys this morning before we left.” Nat gives her a look, “It better not be something I’ll kill you for.” “I was watching the news last night and they mentioned finding abandoned boats all across the coast these past two weeks. Whatever got our whale probably got those people too.” Y/N throws her arms in the air, “Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” Nat places a hand on her arm, in an attempt the calm her. “Relax. Chances are the people from those boats probably got drunk and fell overboard.” Another thud came through the speakers, the rumbling noise picking up again, but somehow more drawn out. “Yeah, we are going home.” “We can’t just leave, Y/N. We have to find out what it is. Imagine what it could bring to our research!” Nat sighs in exasperation and stares Wanda down. “Sweety, I love you, but what you’re suggesting…well, that’s how people end up dead.” “Come on! It could make history today. Look, we don’t have to get in the water, just drop the camera in and see what we can find.”

“The water is too murky for the camera to pick anything up, but sure if it gets you to agree to just go home.” Y/N reluctantly picks up the equipment and heads outside, both girls following close behind. The sounds had stopped, but they were all wary of whatever could still be around. The camera is slowly lowered into the water and the girls stare at the screen. Nothing could be seen no matter which way it was turned. The water was just not clear enough. “Well this was a complete waste of time. At least we can g-” Before Y/N could finish speaking, the camera and the rest of equipment was yanked out of her grasp. The girls jumped back and almost stopped breathing. “Okay, yeah…that right there was some horror movie type shit. We are going home, NOW.”

As they turn to head inside, something slams into the boat and causes them to lose their footing. Y/N ends up slaming her back against the rails while Nat and Wanda are sprawled out at her feet. “What the fuck was that?! I almost broke my spine!” “No idea, but it definitely is not friendly.” Y/N scoffs at Nat’s response as if it wasn’t obvious enough from the beginning. “Lets just get the hell out of here.” Two more slams violently rock the vessel, throwing Y/N right over the edge of the rails. The last things she hears right before hitting the water were the screams of her friends as they try reaching for her and the blood curling screech of whatever was waiting for her below the surface.

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