You said you don't think the wight hunt will take place in the book but that you do think Jon will lead a mission beyond the wall. What purpose do you think his mission will have and who will follow him north?
Ok, I’ve mentioned this in bits and pieces here and there, so I might as well do it in one place.
So, Jon’s definitely getting resurrected. Although I think it’s going to have a more profound effect on him than in the show:
Burning shafts hissed upward, trailing tongues of fire. Scarecrow brothers tumbled down, black cloaks ablaze. “Snow,” an eagle cried, as foemen scuttled up the ice like spiders. Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist. As the dead men reached the top of the Wall he sent them down to die again. He slew a greybeard and a beardless boy, a giant, a gaunt man with filed teeth, a girl with thick red hair. Too late he recognized Ygritte. She was gone as quick as she’d appeared.
That screams fire wight and/or Azor Ahai to me…Anyway, once that happens, the question is, where does his story go next, what are the marks he needs to hit?
He needs to deal with the crisis at the Wall.
He needs to reunite with at least some of his family.
He needs to meet Daenerys and reunite with Tyrion.
He needs to deal with the Army of the Dead.
I’m not sure where and when and in what order that happens, but at some point the Wall is going to come down - although, like @poorquentyn I think this is going to involve Euron blowing the Horn of Winter, probably from the top of the Hightower - and the Army of the Dead will begin marching south.
At which point, we have to ask: where does Jon go when that happens? I don’t think his story is the defense of Winterfell, that’s Stannis’ story. Rather, I think Jon’s story involves going on a ranging north to the Heart of Winter where the Great Other dwells - because the “kill the one who raised them and the wights die” actually is a pretty good fantasy-style hook for a party of adventurers.
Who’s in the party, I’m not sure on. But if I’m right about the Last Hero story, having Jon go into the Heart of Winter with a group of characters we care about is an interesting parallel plus a way for GRRM to do the whole Fellowship of the Rings but no one has plot army thing. So the story is: Stannis holds the Army of the Dead at Winterfell (i.e, distracts the eye of Sauron) while Jon goes into the Heart to try to slay the Great Other and destroy the Army in one fell swoop (i.e, take the One Ring to Mount Doom).
But unlike in LOTR, I think the body count on this mission is going to be high indeed.
Jungkook makes a habit of showing up drunk to a nearby flower shop. Bad puns and fluffy pining ensue.
Or, a college!au in which BTS are all frat boys, Namjoon is a science club president,Jimin just wants a good party, and Jungkook is hopelessly fascinated by the girl who takes care of flowers in her free time.
author’s note: hiiiiiii!! so this is my first ever fanfiction, and to be completely honest- it’s a long ride. so strap in, and get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions. Also there is a soundtrack/playlist for this fic! If you enjoy listening and reading (or, if you just want to have a g list of songs) you can find it here ! disclaimer: All mentions of the university in this fic are purely pulled from my ass— I don’t claim to know anything on a deep, spiritual level about university clubs, classes or frat parties. Side characters, that aren’t specifically Bangtan Members™, are all made up and therefor fictional .
“I discovered at a very early age that, if I talk long enough? I could make *anything* right or wrong. So either I’m God, or truth is relative. And in either case: booyah.” — Jeff Winger (“Pilot”).
“As a student of character, I have the feeling that trying to make this commercial may cost the Dean his sanity — and my camera follows the fire, not the smoke. Ever seen, ‘Hearts of Darkness’? Way better than, ‘Apocalypse Now.’” — Abed Nadir (“Documentary Filmmaking Redux”).
“You know, we laugh? But the fact is: student/teacher relationships *do* happen, and they are a *magnet* for lawsuits. In fact, physically attractive students and faculty are actually placed on a watchlist, and are ranked by their potential to incite fraternization.… You guys be extra-careful now! Two people of *your* rankings in this small room? With this type of lighting, and his upper body, and what her heels and hemline are doing to enhance what were already *quite* a few favors from God? It’s all the more important to keep it tasteful!” — Dean Craig Pelton (“Interpretive Dance”).
“I told Pierce a thousand times! I never wanted to meet LeVar in person! I just wanted a *picture*!! YOU CAN’T DISAPPOINT A PICTURE!! ….Butterfly in the skyyy! / I can go twice as hiiiiiigh. / Take a look, it’s in a book / A reading raiiiiinboooow. Reading raaaainb… *sobs* Set phasers to LOVE ME!!” — Troy Barnes (“Intermediate Documentary Filmmaking”).
“I don’t like it…” “That’s okay. You know, you’re just reacting the way the world did to Jesus.” “I’m reacting the way the world does to movies about making movies about making movies! I mean, come on, Charlie Kaufman, some of us have work in the morning, *damn*!” — Shirley Bennett and Abed Nadir (“Messianic Myths and Ancient Peoples”).
“Hey, sorry for bailing on the psych experiment.” “That *was* the experiment, Troy. We were testing to see how long people would wait in the room.” “……WHOA.” “Oh! Gotcha.” “*Gotcha*? That’s all you have to say?” “Yeah.” “You sat in a room for *twenty. six.* straight hours. Didn’t that… *bother* you?” “Yeah, I was livid.” “Then why didn’t you LEAVE?” “Because you asked me to stay and you said we were friends.” “……Wait, is this still part of the experiment?” — Annie Edison and Abed Nadir, feat. Troy Barnes (“Social Psychology”).
“So, in the experiment, Stanford students were divided into prisoners and guards. The guards *immediately* started to—” “UGGGGGGGH.” “What’s wrong?” “I’ve got this weird pain right above my eyebrow…” “*rolls eyes* It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.” “I hate it!” “Well, get used to it! You’re knee-deep in it now, brother. This is *debate*!” — Annie Edison and Jeff Winger (“Debate 109”).
“What is *WRONG* with you people?! Huh? I thought you were supposed to be *friends*! I thought you were supposed to LOVE each other! Your love is *WEIRD*! And *TOXIC*! And it destroys everything it touches! I no longer *care* about grade… or biology… or finally graduating from college like I promised my dying father! I’m going *home*. I am gonna hold my wife and my child close, and I am gonna finally TAKE MY INSULIN SHOT. …OFFENSE TAKEN! …Offense taken.” — Todd Jacobsen (“Competitive Ecology”).
“What if a ghost took the pen.… Seriously: why not. Why not just, ‘A ghost took the pen?’” “Okay, I’ve been saying that for *hours*—” “And we should’ve been listening to *Troy* from the beginning. Guys, look in your hearts and answer this question honestly. What’s more likely: that someone in this group *doesn’t belong* in this group, or ghosts? If we have to choose between turning on each other or pinning it on some spectre with unfinished, pen-related business? I’m sorry, but my money’s on ghost.” — Jeff Winger and Troy Barnes (“Cooperative Calligraphy”).
“I boiled the yams! Vicki’s yam never sprouted, and I didn’t want her to fail, so I threw off the grading curve, so she wouldn’t have to go to summer school and we could finally have sex at my parents’ cabin! GOD FORGIVE ME, I DID IT FOR LOVE!!” “Holy *crap*! We are *definitely* dissecting pinecones next year!” — Fat Neil and Dr. Marshall Kane (“Basic Lupine Urology”).
“You didn’t hurt my feelings, Shirley.… I was just trying to throw you a bone because I like you.” “Oh? Well, you can keep *that* bone. Listening to a story about a stranger pissing me off and taking the stranger’s side? And then you can’t talk about your own business, but you insinuate my mama’s a robot because she and I want *makeovers*. *That* is the ladies’ room, Britta. A place where ladies go to share, listen, support each other, and discreetly eliminate waste. And I like you, too. I even like that you’re a little hard. But if you can’t learn to be soft in *there*? You need to pee alone.” — Britta Perry and Shirley Bennett (“Football, Feminism and You”).
“You’re mad at me?” “I spent a week planning a party just to make you happy. And then I bailed on the party and ruined it — again? Just to make you happy. And it turns out, while I was wasting my time trying to make you happy? You were making *yourself* happy all over everyone else by doing yet *another* stupid movie spoof.” “I prefer the term, ‘homage.’ …It wasn’t about making me happy. I chose ‘My Dinner With André’ because it’s about a guy who has an unexpectedly enjoyable evening with a weird friend he’s been avoiding lately.… You and I hung out more last year.” — Abed Nadir and Jeff Winger (“Critical Film Studies”).
“What does it mean? …No riddles. You’re screwing around with everyone, you gave *me* a tiara. What does it mean? Are these — are these *blood diamonds*? Are they *Holocaust diamonds*?!” “No!” “Well, what does it mean?!” “It means… you’re my favorite.” “…What does *THAT* mean?!” — Annie Edison, feat. Pierce Hawthorne (“Intermediate Documentary Filmmaking”).
“I got freaked out by that, ‘boyfriend’ label. I’m afraid of commitment.” “How original.… You’re acting like I’m a Venus flytrap. I didn’t want or need more than what we were doing.” “Let’s get back to it! Should I get the door?” “I can’t now, because you went to the, ‘friend’ place. That’s *you* getting official, not me. Because unless there’s something I need to know about the lunch lady or that blonde in your Spanish class with the infinite supply of leather jackets? Somewhere between our ninth and eleventh slumber parties, statistically speaking? Most people would call us more than pals.” — Jeff Winger and Michelle Slater (“Interpretive Dance”).
“I don’t think I can finish my commercial. But I think I know how your documentary ends.… I have failed this school. I have failed it because I thought I was better than Greendale. You see, I went to a university, so I thought it was my job to *improve* this place. But it turns out that the only thing wrong with Greendale? Is that it’s run by an insecure wreck, who holds five dances and two talent shows a year because he’s afraid that this school isn’t good enough. But Greendale *is* good enough because it accepts me for when I’m not. Greendale is the best! school! in the entire world! And I’m so sorry, what I’ve done to it.” — Dean Craig Pelton (“Documentary Filmmaking Redux”).
“The truth is? I’m lying when I say there is no truth. The truth is — the stupidly, pathetically, inconveniently obvious truth is: helping only ourselves is *bad*, and helping each other is *GOOD*.… It’s that easy. You just stop thinking about what’s good for you, and start thinking about what’s good for someone else, and you can change the whole game with one move.” — Jeff Winger (“Introduction to Finality”).
tango asks bitty and the rest of smh for advice on How To Handle A Crush without letting on that the crush in question is whiskey, until bitty figures it out at a later point, and he offers to help in any way he can. tango fires off so many questions, one of them being about how bitty deals with any of his crushes and bits is just like “haha, texting helps!! 😅”, so they try many different drafts of what message tango could send to whiskey to get them to meet up so he can confess his feelings to him
bitty: this one?
tango: idk…is that too eager?
bitty: what about that?
tango: ??? is that okay ???
bitty: this one!! i’m sending it!!
bitty: too late, it’s done, it’ll be fine!!
(this got…long, like. Ridiculously Long, so the rest is under the cut!!)
okay so at the end of the season dinner party dex actually wears a really nice tailored suit and it may be the end of Derek Nurse party as well bc dammmmmmnnnnnn
bless you for this!!! i know it’s been a while and this prompt is from weeks ago but i got quite a few and i was generally prioritising the ones which weren’t anons (sorry!!) but i’m feeling like writing again so here goes! i still have five in my inbox wow i’m gonna see if i can work through some of them now <3 also um….. i’m sorry for almost essentially making this polyfrogs but. im terrible? i’ve never written them before but i love them and this is like, established relationship fluff :))
Chowder doesn’t dress well. People have been telling him this for his entire life. He was a messy child, and his parents tried to make him presentable but he would always end up with his shoelaces unravelled and dirt in places dirt shouldn’t be. Even on a three year old. Growing up he has less problems with dirt but more problems with clothing himself. He doesn’t see it as a problem, is the thing. So what if he wears the same hoodie more often than not? If he doesn’t have endless pairs of unique jeans? He’s comfortable and that’s really all he cares about.
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Hi! I love your headcanons so much! If you don't mind I wanted to know what you think each of the 12 Chosen Children would be like at a Christmas party (alcohol may or may not be included)?
I’m glad they amuse you :D hmm a Christmas party…
Taichi: Shows up late and already a bit buzzed because he’s already made the rounds to five other Christmas shindigs hosted by school friends, soccer mates, and relatives. First order of business is to compliment Yamato’s ass. He’s not sure why. Brings over his mother’s Christmas bundt cake that she makes every year and that he smuggles out to pawn on some poor unsuspecting soul so that his mom’ll be forced to get a store-bought, non-toxic cake. Somehow eventually ends up on the roof looking for hoofprints. Multiple times. No thanks to the spiked eggnog.
Yamato: Cooks most of the food. His whisk doubles as a cudgel whenever Taichi or Daisuke try to sneak a taste of things before they’re ready. Otherwise he’s pretty mellow, tsundere on ultra low, and can even be persuaded to strum some Christmas carols on his guitar. Rescues Taichi off the roof three times, losing his keys in the rain gutter. Doesn’t care until the next day. Secretly likes the twinkling lights and sentimentalism. Still kind of wants to kill Mimi and Daisuke.
Sora: Makes sure that the mess is kept to a minimum and that everyone’s eating something along with their eggnog and that they never run out of things like water and cookies and common sense. That is, until she winds up under the mistletoe with Yamato, after which she’s so embarrased that she locks herself in the bathroom while Taichi and Yamato beg her to come out (“What are you so upset for! It was a great kiss! Like something right out an adult film!” “HEY TAICHI NEXT TIME YOU’RE ON THE ROOF TRY JUMPING OFF. YOU’LL FLY JUST LIKE RUDOLPH”)
Koushirou: Determined to do the whole Christmas party thing right. Politely festive in the beginning, wishes everyone seasons greetings, does not protest the santa hat Mimi plants on his head, dutifully builds a snowman with Mimi and Miyako until they kick him out of the club for refusing to give it a name. Claims he never had a sip of eggnog. Still ends up squatting in the dark in only his underpants, eating whipped cream straight from the can and making fake OKCupid profiles.
Mimi: Leads the room in Christmassy karaoke. Accidentally sits on Jou after he passes out on the couch. Sits on Taichi on purpose to keep him from going back on the roof. Confesses to being in love with at least six of the others at separate intervals. Tells Jou she wants to lick whipped cream off his glasses. (He was already unconscious.) The one who spiked the eggnog.
Jou: Spends the first half of the party desperately dodging the mistletoe which somehow keeps appearing above his head (must be the nargles) and the second half passed out from accidentally drinking spiked eggnog. So long and lanky he takes up the entire couch. Actually, everyone sits on him at some point.
Takeru: Everyone gives him hats for presents. Wears all of them at once, Hikari has to sit on Ken’s shoulders to fit them all in one photo. Smiles and charms everyone but is constantly interrupted by phone calls from classmates asking why he’s not at their party. The one who spiked the eggnog a second time.
Hikari: In charge of cataloguing and takes endless photos, methodically uploading them to the Internet and cackling as she thinks about the de-tagging frenzy to occur the next day. Catches Takeru re-spiking the eggnog, informs him he’s got a special seat in hell, Takeru tells her it’s revenge for all the hats. They make out, but have to stop because the snowman is eyeing them judgmentally.
Daisuke: Super wired the whole evening. Eats all the candy canes on the tree so that no one remembers they were ever there. Probably still believes in Santa. Tries to catch Hikari under the mistletoe, catches Taichi instead, becomes Sexually Confused. (It’s a critical hit!) Six glasses of eggnog later, he decides to construct a two foot tall gingerbread tower, cries at its inevitable collapse, gets sent to bed for being drunk enough to cry.
Miyako: Also very wired. Voice gets louder and louder as the night wears on. Asks Jou to set her up with one of his brothers. Asks Takeru and Hikari to set her up with one of their brothers. Asks Sora how she learn to kiss so hot. Wanders outself with the mistletoe and dangles it forlornly over the snowman and declares he’s just as good as a real man, for a man’s love is cold and unfeeling.
Iori: Besides Takeru, gives everyone socks. Spends the night in a futile effort to convince Daisuke that Santa is not real. Gets nicknamed Scrooge, pouts. Practices kendo on the snowman.
Ken: Successfully constructs a two foot tall gingerbread tower, complete with flying buttresses. Receives the appropriate accolades. The only one (besides Iori) who’s not hungover in the morning. Feels kind of left out about that.
All I Want for Christmas is You \\\ Luke Hemmings Imagine.
Description: Christmas angst turns into Christmas fluff.
N/A: I was going to post this earlier, but Christmas stress me out terribly and I wasn’t in a good enough mood to type this. But it’s here now! (Better late than never).
Word Count: 1607.
“I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you”
The Christmas Eve sky was upon their heads and Luke’s arms held her in a hug so tight it could fit all the love in the universe inside it (and maybe it did). Her eyes were closed and her face hidden so deep in his chest that they could be one and no one would be able to tell them apart. His worried blue eyes were gazing up at the stars while his fingers ran through her brown hair in a soothing manner, trying to calm her down and make her safe again in his long arms.
And, after what felt like ages, she lays her head on his chest where she hid before, the pretty face still tainted by the tears she miserably cried not long ago. Her breath slowly goes back to the normal rhythm, that calm sound Luke got used to hear in the mornings, like a serenade to the first minutes of the day. He strokes her back swiftly, trying to get her attention.
“Feeling better?”, he whispers, not wanting to be blunt when she’s so fragile.
“Not really. But I’m really glad that you’re here. You’re the only thing that can make my chest less of a mess just by being by my side. I’m just sorry you had to rush here on Christmas. You’re supposed to be home”.
“I don’t mind, really. If you need me, I’m here. That’s how it works with us, right? Whenever you call me, I’ll be there. Same way that you always come when I need you”.
“Some would call it symbiosis. But we know better, and this is simply what love is like”.
He smiles, and his fingers trail down her neck, making her sigh.
“You know you’ll have to go back down and face your family at some point, right?” She freezes between his arms, her eyes terrified. “I don’t mind staying, babe, but Christmas is about family. You shouldn’t be apart from yours. They’re worried about you down there. That’s why your mother called me”.
“I don’t want to go back there and be judged by them all night. I’m so tired of being a disappointment and having to take all those disgusted looks”.
“Don’t talk like that, please. Nobody’s going to…”
“You know they will”, she interrupts.
Not without effort, she disentangles herself from his hug, putting some space between their bodies. For a second they stand still, paralyzed by the force of their own stares (it happens all the time). She’s now sitting a few steps away from him, dark eyes deep into his much lighter ones.
“They just created this idea of me in their minds… This absurd alternative version of reality where I have to be great, impressive and fail proof. And I’m not any of those things. I’m this little shred of nothing, this completely lost little girl that doesn’t have any great future waiting ahead. I don’t have any plans or skills. I have nothing to show them. And I don’t wanna go down there and hear that I should already be making them proud by now. That I should have graduated already, that I should be pursuing a proper career, that they’re wasting their hopes on me. I don’t want to pass through that all again, not this year. So I’m staying here, just me and you and the stars. And everything will be just fine”.
Luke lets a tired sigh fall through his lips, his eyes looking at her with care.
“You demand too much of yourself, babe. You’re great already, you’re wonderful. Fuck, if you could just see what I see when I look at you…”
“You’re too sweet, Hemmings”, she says, and her fingers draw a line along his profile. He closes his eyes slightly, giving in to the familiar touch. “But you’re wrong. You only see me like that because you love me”.
“They love you too, Y/N. They are your family, after all”.
“I was born in the midst of them and they chose to have that new life. And when it was obvious I was a wreck it was too late to change that. It wasn’t like they had a choice or anything”.
“Don’t be ungrateful, babe…”
“No, it’s really just that. They are the reason why I am here, sure, but that’s all that bind us. They have the genes and probabilities that made me who I am, but this doesn’t make what we share sacred or anything”.
“Don’t be pragmatic. Not now and not today, of all days. Of course they had a choice, and they chose to love you and to take you in even with all of your flaws and slip ups, because you’re you, and you’re one of them. And they do love you still, even if you don’t believe it. But it’s Christmas night, for God’s sake, and I don’t wanna fight with you about this - you’re wrong, anyway. Today is about being thankful and spending some time with your loved ones, and that includes your Family. And this is sacred enough for one night”.
“I rather just be with you, whom I chose to love”, she shrugs, and her eyes are sincere.
“I love you too, Y/N, but it’s not the same thing, and you know it”, he mutters.
“It is for me”.
“But it really isn’t. We’re not a real family. Not yet, anyway”.
And the silence that falls between them drags itself for a whole minute. And then it hits her, and all she can do is smile.
“Oh, shit”, he hisses, knowing he said a bit too much.
She comes closer, her face radiating an energy she showed no sign of having 30 seconds ago. He loves how only he can do that. He loves the effect he has on her.
“Now, don’t do that. Stop it. Don’t do the eyes”, he begs, because her eyes are so happy she could probably throw a party inside of them. “I still don’t have the ring, so you can’t stop with the happy face. You’re not making me propose right now. I ain’t gonna be the guy that asks you to marry him without a proper engagement ring on his pocket”.
But she bites her lips, looking up at him expectantly, and he knows it is too late, because he could never deny anything to that stare. He shakes his head, frustraded, knowing very well he’s completely defeated.
“I love you. I love you so much, you don’t even get it. I need you, and I want to be with you forever; So, why not? I want to have the pleasure of saying that we, together, are something else. Sacred, if you want. We’re more than a chance, more than the simple choice of being together. We are love, and that is what’s going to make us family. Because that is exactly what family is supposed to mean”.
Her eyes water and her breath hitches, and she never felt so happy before.
“Love. Family. You and me?”
“Yeah. You and me, just like it has always been”, and she laughs, a single tear running through her eyelashes. She’s content. “And this was the worst proposal ever made, because you couldn’t wait a couple of weeks ‘till I had your ring”.
She shrugs, obiously not caring.
“It was perfect”.
He rolls his eyes, holding her hand and pushing her closer.
“You don’t have a single romantic bone in your body”.
“There’s enough of romance for both of us in you, Luke Hemmings”. And he blushes, because she’s right. “Yes, by the way”.
“Yes, I’ll mary you. I’ll take the whole Family thing with you. I’m down for the loving you forever part of this relationship”.
“In this case, making use of my recently granted position as your fiancée, I’m forcing you to go down there and spend the Christmas night with the people that love you”.
“What, no”, she begins, but he shoves her up and push her in the direction of the stairs.
“Family. You, me and them”.
She stays silent for a second, lips pursed.
“Ok, ok. It’s Christmas. It’s supposedly time to love and forgive”.
“And what exactly are you forgiving, love? The behavior you think they would have?”
He rolls his eyes again, knowing very well he’s doomed to always be worried about those lapses in judgment and what suffering they could bring to his, and he loves to spell it, bride.
“I’m also sharing my immense happiness for getting married with the most perfect man standing on this earth”.
“Which is me, I imagine”.
“Actually, Ashton dropped by earlier, and he also proposed. I said yes”.
“Shut up”, he says, pouting, but she’s laughing. He kisses her, unable to stop himself, and she lets her head rest on his shoulder, feeling peace rush through her.
“You’re my safe heaven, Luke. And you’ve been family to me for so long now that I can’t even begin to tell how happy it makes me that you asked me to be yours as well. And if that is what Christmas stands for, then I’m going to live every bit of it as it should be lived”.
“Thank you, I guess”, he says, and she chuckles, her face hidden on the crook of his neck. “So, you’re changing your mind about this Christmas business, huh?”
“What I can say about it… If we are proof of anything, is that love is important and family is more than just a blood bind. I guess this turn tonight sacred enough for me”.
AN: Ah, a small collab with neferkiki!! I can’t wait to see what she has! I hope you guys like it…
Pairings: SasuHina, NaruIno, KibaKaru
“You haven’t went to a single party yet. I’m sick of seeing you in here,” Karui applied eyeliner as her petite roommate watched her in the mirror. Hinata crossed her arms and sighed. Karui put a hand on her hips. “Aren’t you sick of being stuck in here? In the room all the time?”
“I… I go to class and work!”
Smokey eyelids lowered over golden orbs. “Seriously.”
Hinata huffed, her hoodie was swallowing her entire frame. “I am perfectly comfortable staying in the room. It’s so nice and-”
“Say goodbye to it for the night,” said Karui. “We’re taking you to a nice kickback. Nothing wild. An annoying…but cute frat invited me.”
“Frat! Frat like Fraternity boy.”
Karui smirked and shifted on her hip. “Yeah, what? Are you allergic?”
Prompt time: Cosima travels to Frankfurt to find Delphine
Cal had been a legitimate godsend.
They’d worked for months, trying to find a cure, and then trying to find Delphine once they’d found the cure and Cosima was healthy enough to walk around. They’d been frustratingly unsuccessful in finding the blonde scientist, regardless of the fact that she should have been attached to one of the most prestigious international scientific corporations, and despite the fact that they knew where Delphine was.
It wasn’t until Sarah had let Cal come back with Kira, after the mess had been resolved and they’d all felt somewhat safe, that they’d made any progress. Cal had been able to electronically trace what Rachel had done. Within a week, he’d had her home and work address, and Cosima could have kissed him. Well, she would have if Sarah hadn’t given her a death glare.
Her sister could be such a party pooper sometimes.
So she’d bought a plane ticket, because the thought of knocking on the door and showing up unannounced like in all of those romantic movies appealed to Cosima, and this might be a once in a lifetime chance. I mean really, a telephone call was somundane.
friendly and loving. you probably talk to them about anything because you feel like they're warm and understanding. when riled up and excited, they will not hesitate to voice their opinions.
creative. they will probably stay up late doing a project just because it needs to suit their aesthetic. it's never a dull moment with them. they will also probably bring out your inner kid.
smart and analytical. they're aware of social justice issues going on. although they seem so smart to the point that you might feel stupid just talking to them, they're actually really affectionate. loves hugs and they're intimate lovers.
a people pleaser. they're probably willing to lend you money freely. they're kind of awkward and a bit confused but they're well meaning enough people. they probably also have little niches they're obsessed about.
has interesting stories to tell. they like to mess around with their friends in a joking manner. they probably will do that stunt that people were just kidding about doing. also likes headwear.
they often believe the world is crashing down before them but in reality everything will be okay. friendly when unprovoked, a piranha when provoked. jokes are often pop culture references or inside jokes between them and you. very determined. takes care of people.
are academically strong and plays the nice person when dealing with authority figures. however they have a wild side in them and goes out to all-nighters and after parties. when they're old and are grandpas/grandmas, they'll probably tell them of their wild adventures.
selective in friends. often finds a group and sticks with them, they are very defensive of their friends. they have a soft exterior however hit the wrong note and they will turn away quick. they're also smart, being in a class that's suppose to be for students a year ahead of them.
quiet around people they don't know, making weird noises with people they do know. will go along with your joke making you feel closer to them. keeps up with pop culture and spends more time on netflix than probably recommended.
can't really tell if they're being ill-willed or joking around. kind of hard to read but moments where they clearly show they love you will leave you feeling warm inside. makes jokes not everyone gets or takes a bit of time to get. also takes weird selfies?
incredibly affirmative. will not agree with you unless it aligns with their ideas. knows what they want for the most part. will deal with your shit but if too much shit if placed upon them they will just reject everyone until their tensions have passed. also refuses to be the designated driver.
talkative. they probably will talk more than needed leading other people to just stop listening because they et the point or just interrupt. quick to label things and probably likes whatever the majority likes. they're pretty nice you question whether it's because they wants something or if it's genuine.
Can you write a zayn blurb? I don't care about the topic I just need one THANK YOU XXXXX
You were sat under the covers of the bed in your apartment, glancing around the room and wondering when your phone would ring. Zayn said he would, at the very latest, give you a ring by eleven but there you were at 11:45, biting your nails and not paying any attention to the episode of Law & Order playing in the background.
Like most girls, you had yourself thinking of any possible scenario that could happen at a bar filled with girls in miniskirts and halter tops; he could get wasted, break up with you, and call you in the morning like nothing happened; he could meet a girl and fall in love; he could meet boy and fall in love.
Although that last one seemed pretty unlikely. His ringtone started blaring and you scrambled to pick it up.
“Hey, baby girl.”
“Oh my God, what’s taken you so long? Zayn, you can’t do that to me! I sit at home all night vividly imagining what you could be doing with some girl in the bathroom of a club and-
“I’m sorry,” you sighed, “It’s just that Kelsey was talking about how Brandon was cheating on her and they broke up and I couldn’t help but think about how we haven’t seen each other for almost two months and you must have needs. And I…” you trailed off and sighed again.
“Well, yeah, of course I have needs but I take care of them myself like a man. Besides, that Brandon bloke was a prick and I told you that in the beginning, didn’t I?”
“I guess,” you moped.
“Now, let’s start over. Hey, baby girl.”
You felt dejected but did as he said. “Hey. How was the party?”
“Boring; all I could think about was how much greater it would be if you were with me.”
You cracked a little grin and pushed the insecurities to the back of your mind. “There’s that beautiful smile.”
“How do you know I’m smiling?”
“Cos you always smile when I tell you how happy you make me.”
“Tell me more,” you said, scooting down in the bed so that you were lying on your side.
“Oh, so that’s how this call is gonna go,” he laughed.
“I would very much like if it did.”
“Hmm. Well, I quite like when you call me just to tell me you love me.”
“That’s a bit girly, don’t ya think?”
“Would you like it better if I said you’ve got great tits?”
“Noooo. Keep saying girly stuff… but they are pretty great, aren’t they?”
“If I could motorboat them right now, I would.”
You laughed and pulled the blanket over your shoulder.
He took a deep breath and you knew he was lying on his back in the luxury of a hotel bed.
“I like how you complain about your glasses but you’ll never admit that you wouldn’t even touch a book without them; I like how you’ll watch sports with me when you don’t understand it one bit; I like how soft your hair is. And how it smells divine.”
“You wanna know what I like?”
“Is it my charming personality? Great sense of humor? You know, I bet it’s something really weird like the size of my feet or something,” he joked.
“Actually,” you stressed, “I quite like how you practically have a zoo in your house; I never get lonely when I come over during my lunch break and you’re still sleeping.”
“I don’t have a zoo in my house!”
“You say that but I don’t know anybody else crazy enough to own five different species of pets and still ask their girlfriend if it’s okay to buy another.”
“Well then I just won’t ask you, how about that?”
“I said I like the zoo!”
“… Tell me more,” he mocked.
“Alright, smartass,” you snorted. “I guess your eyes are pretty gorgeous… and you can totally pull off the mustache going into the beard and the beard going into the sideburns and wherever else that thing might go.”
He giggled and you told him how adorable it was.
“I miss you,” he then said.
You hated when he did that; reminded you of how long he’d been gone and how much longer until he came home. This is why you quickly changed the subject. “What time is it? I bet it’s late. You should get some rest, God knows you need it.”
“If I don’t say it, how will you ever know? I miss you and then I miss you some more.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“It’s three in the morning and I miss you bunches.” He was hopeful that you would return the words judging by the tone of his voice.
You sighed. “Zayn, please.”
“Baby, you have to get over that. Boyfriends are supposed to tell their girlfriends that they miss them,” he said softly.
“I know but-“
“We’re gonna try this again. I miss you, baby doll.”
You were silent a moment. “I miss you, too.”
“There it is. Ok, I want you to get some sleep and call me tomorrow. Can you do that for me?”
“I guess so.”
“Ok. Sleep well.”
You ended the call and returned your attention to the television. If Zayn were there, he would most likely tell you what happens and you’d smack him for ruining it and then he’d smack you back, maybe say he was joking so you’d sit through the whole thing only to find out he wasn’t joking.
He’d probably wake up before you to go for a run but fall back asleep while you were in the shower because “the time it takes for you to shower is in the same range as it takes to drive to Wembley and back.”
You picked up your phone and tapped on his name.
“What’s wrong?” he answered.
“Just wanted to say that I love you.”
During the moment that he didn’t say anything, you knew there was a smile on his face. “I love you.”
I don't ship Larry romantically but I do ship them as a bromance. We've been getting a lot of Larry lately which isn't bad in my opinions I get happy when I see Larry pictures even though I don't them romantically. My point is why are we getting so much? Is it just bc of what the fans ask them to do at the M&G, or will this play into baby gate?
Okay, so I’m going to try to come at this from your angle since we don’t quite believe the same things.