probably why i moved to london

  • Nick: is [separating working and life] easier in LA?
  • Harry: uhmmm I don't think so, I think it depends. I have a lot of friends who have moved there for work and stuff, but I like both. I love living in London. I'm here most of the time.
  • Nick: It's probably easier to get like a nice kale salad in LA, cause I know you experienced that drama last night.
  • Harry: yeah I had some friends over from LA...
  • Nick: oh god, get a load of this guys, he had a nightmare!
  • Harry: I had some friends in from LA and they were like lets order in for dinner and I was like cool and they were like lets just get some salads or something and I was like they don't really do that here. I don't really know anywhere you can order in a salad.
Bound to Happen (Part 11), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,210

Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is it! The final chapter of this series! I might return to this universe one day - maybe you guys could ask me questions and I can write drabbles as a response? But otherwise, I’ve reached the end of my plot! Thank you for all the support and love. Siempre.

Warnings: The burn is over.

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“I was thinking.” You started, hand making quick work of sawing the bread in front of you.

Oh no.” Lin teased, bustling around the kitchen.

Dinner had become a semi-regular thing. About once a week you would spend nearly an hour in a brightly lit grocery store, arguing incessantly about what sounded the best. That night Lin had won with spaghetti. Lin won often.

“I’m trying to be serious here.” You waved the bread knife in his direction, effectively silencing any witty remarks he had ready. “We’ve slept together, what-”

Are we counting orgasms or-

“Shut up!” Lin giggled as you playfully reached over to swat at him. “We’ve spent the night together many times.”

“We have.” Lin seemed rather invested in his noodles at the moment, but he was fucking terrified.

This could easily be the conversation that ended it all. It was bound to happen, right? Two close friends sleeping together with no talk meant total disaster eventually. You would say you needed more and that he was holding you back from getting whatever more was.

He was always holding you back, it seemed.

“We need to figure out what we’re doing here.”

“Well, I’m making spaghetti.”

Lin.”

“Sorry.”

“I give us two weeks.” You finally settled on, halting Lin. His hands continued to work on dinner, but his brain was rushing through scenarios. “Two weeks to figure out what we’re doing. If we can’t sit and have an actual conversation about us then maybe it’s not worth the trouble.”

He watched for a second as you shrugged, continuing to busy yourself with the bread. An attempt at casual.

“I don’t need two weeks.” Was his immediate reply. “I’ve had almost twenty years to realize you are the love of my life.”

There was a moment of silence where no one moved. The light bubbling of the red sauce was the only sound in Lin’s vast house as you absorbed his exclamation and he watched on.

“That’s what I get for dating a writer.” You rolled your eyes as he gaped at you, flipping his gas stove off and sweeping you off your feet. “Lin!”

“Your boyfriend-” You grinned at the use of the term as the knife clattered out of your hand and onto the counter, “-was trying to be romantic and you rolled your eyes!”

“Put me down!” You shrieked as he continued to carry you away from the kitchen, “Our dinner!”

The couch cushion bounced as he tossed you off his shoulder.

“I have been waiting twenty years to call you my girlfriend.” He stopped himself to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, “Spaghetti can wait.”

It took Tommy exactly one day to connect the dots - he was always oddly perceptive when it came to Lin. He snickered when you showed up to a pick up rehearsal the next day, not on business.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing! It’s just, if you’re gonna tip-toe around everyone about your relationship with Lin, it would help if you didn’t wear a giant sign saying ‘Look at me! Lin’s girlfriend!’.” He shrugged.

“I don’t have a sign-”

“Not just a sign. Flashing lights. Confetti. The whole nine yards.”

You brushed his comments off. It was Tommy just being Tommy. Teasing, older brother Tommy.

Then Alex took note of a shift in dynamic. Then Chris, the least perceptive person in the room, asked you about Lin.

It was weird. Having this thing out in the open. Casual flirting all those years ago was one thing. Sleeping together was one thing. Having it public with stakes was another.

The fact that people had been clamoring for the two of you to get together for years wasn’t lost on you. The clenching in your stomach grew tighter. It was bound to happen. That’s what everyone told you. That’s what you convinced yourself.

You practically had worked yourself into a silent frenzy when there was a nudge at your side.

Lin, in all his stupid historical blouse glory.

“You’re thinking.” He squinted, “About me, hopefully? I know I haunt your every waking thought.” He grinned, nose scrunching and eyes crinkling.

Your eyes scanned him for a moment. The freckle that had developed on the dip of his nose with age. One that hadn’t been there in college. The light scar on his cheek, practically unnoticeable if you weren’t looking for it.

He told you of the high school theater mishap that caused it, giggling when he told you he hadn’t told the story to anyone. Not even his parents.

It was months of brushing off his dependence on you, years of rolling your eyes at the comments. It wasn’t until this moment that you realized you had been in love with him all along.

“Of course.” You sigh, allowing his arm to casually slink over your shoulder. He pulled you closer, you didn’t comment of the looks the entire company shot the two of you.

You didn’t even flinch. 

“This probably isn’t the time to talk about it.” You took not of his hushed tone and stepped ever-so closer. ”What do you think about London?”

“It’s nice.” You tested the word on your tongue, “Why?”

“There’s an offer for me. A big one. It wouldn’t be until I’m done with this,” He gestured around the theater, at the actors who were slowly getting back to work. Lin would have to join them in a moment.

“When?”

“Middle of next year? Have a month or so off. Move to London.”

Move. As in: Uproot and live there.

“I know it’s early. But I keep coming back to this contract and picturing myself there. It isn’t real unless you’re there with me.”

“Lin!” Called Alex, perched behind a piano with Leslie at his side. Lin nodded, starting to pull away.

“I’d have to look into some opportunities. See what foundations I can get involved in.”

“So you’ll think about it?” He was backing away, careful of stage hands perched in aisle ways.

“I can see it now: A true English breakfast in the morning, tea and biscuits in the evening, making sure underprivileged kids get funding while my man goes to work.”

Lin laughed at the picture, mostly because he had never been someone’s man before. Even with all the relationships he had hopped in and out of - he never felt like someone’s until that moment.

“I love you.”

You weren’t truly sure who said it. In all honestly, it felt like it was said a million times before. ‘I love yous’ hidden in coffee runs and desperately needed hugs of comfort and late night conversations.

You had loved him from the start, you confirmed, watching him stumble through rehearsal. He was half distracted with his eyes on you, always trying to make you giggle. He succeeded without fail.

You loved his stupid historical blouse and his Ja Rule growl. You especially loved the scar whose story only you knew.

You loved him and had no doubt in your mind that he loved you. If that meant moving to London for him, so be it. If that meant endless nights waiting up for him, so be it.

If that meant spending the rest of your lives together? Well, you could certainly work with that.

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Word count: 812

Pairing: John Shelby x Reader

Warning(s): none

Author’s note: I had way to much fun writing this. John is one of my faves. The endings a bit rubbish but I had to stop myself before I went too far haha

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It was a Friday evening and you’d had a stressful week at work. You were employed as a nurse at Birmingham General Hospital. You decided that you’d stop at your local pub for a drink before you went home.

So you headed to the Garrison, still in your nursing uniform. Your mother had always warned you away from this place, she said there were gangsters in there. Men worse than the bogeyman, and worse still than the men you’d heard stories about: the ones who simply took girls like you from the streets. You didn’t believe her, of course.
‘Gangsters in Small Heath?’ You thought as you entered the pub, ‘that’s not likely.’

You ordered an Irish whiskey and sat yourself down at a table away from the hustle and bustle of the bar. You popped your briefcase open on the table, just next to your drink, and began looking through your patients’ notes.

You must have gotten too distracted by your work because you didn’t even notice the handsome lad stroll out from the private room. He was actually meant to be going to the bar, but when he noticed you sitting alone, he couldn’t resist coming over to you. He sat across from you, smiling slightly with a cigarette between his lips. You looked up, sensing someone’s eyes on you.

“Are you lost?” You asked, giggling.

“No,” he replied, “I was just wondering why a lady so pretty as yourself was alone in the middle of a pub full of thugs.”

“I’m pretty sure I can handle myself around a few drunken men.” You held out your hand for a handshake. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“John Shelby.” John chirped, a dopey grin on his face.

“Pleasure to meet you John.” You flirted shamelessly, it wasn’t often you met an attractive man on your night off.

“It’s always lovely to meet a nurse,” John winked, “you’re not scared of me then?”

“Scared? Why would I be scared of you?” You asked. Your innocence seemed so obscene that John was intrigued by it.

“I’m part of the Peaky Blinders gang. Are you new ‘round 'ere or what then? 'Cause I’m pretty sure I’d know if I’d seen you before.”

“I’ve lived in Small Heath my whole life. I was homeschooled, so that’s probably why you’ve never seen me. I moved down to London for a few years to do my nurse’s training, mind. My mum always said it was dangerous 'round here.” You explained, fiddling with your cardigan.

“Sounds like a smart lady, your mum.” John chuckled. “She’s right, it is dangerous for pretty girls like you in Small Heath.”

“You tryin’ to make me feel like a damsel in distress, John Shelby?” You teased.

“That depends,” he replied, “is it working?”

“No. I’m not scared of you, or your little gang, at all actually.” You smiled sweetly.

“And why’s that?” John asked.

“Well, you’re over here chattin’ me up, aren’t you?” You giggled.

“Mm, that’s true.” John hummed, “want to come and meet my brothers, Miss (Y/L/N)?”


You ended up having a wonderful night. John’s brothers were lovely, maybe a bit menacing at first, but they were nice. John was a little bit handsy but you were too tipsy to care. At the end of the night, he walked you home and kissed you on your doorstep.

When you woke up in the morning, you found yourself unable to think of anything but that charming man. Little did you know, John was at home with his mind on you alone. He couldn’t seem to resist your innocence, or your determination to remain unafraid of the Peaky Blinders. John couldn’t stay away much longer; he dressed swiftly and walked to your house as fast as he could. He pounded on your door, pacing as he waited impatiently for you to answer.

You looked out of your bedroom window and saw John fidgeting on your doorstep. A hoard of butterflies bombarded your stomach while you jogged down the stairs and towards the front door. You swung the door open to reveal John, standing there with a stupid smile on his face.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” he teased.

“You have?”

“Yeah, I have. I’ve been thinking about taking you out.” He was so cocky and sure of himself, you couldn’t help liking it.  

“Oh, really? Do I have a say in this?” You asked, you were trying to be smooth but all you wanted was to kiss him.

“Of course, but don’t tell me you don’t want to go out with me because I know that’s not true.” John stepped towards you, hands on your waist, gently planting a kiss to your jawline. He leaned in close and whispered, “it’s not, is it?”

“Oh, God, no. It’s not.” You gasped, grabbing his hand and pulling him into your kitchen.

Anything But Nice- John Shelby

Request// Are your requests still open? if so can i please request michael or john shelby where he and reader meet like tommy and grace did, like she’s the new barmaid – but she’s more innocent and sweet; they flirt with her? (if requests are closed please ignore this) thank you! - @multiplefandomsblog

*John is one of my favorite blinders because he is so boyishly charming but he has one of the worst tempers in the family. Hope you enjoy a little fluff and Johnny Boy cuteness! xoxox*

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“Y/N, give those boys at the end of the bar a refill, would ya,”Harry asked as you finished wiping down part of the counter. You hastily moved to fill their glasses once more.

You didn’t want to disappoint Harry, especially so soon after being hired. The first thing you needed to do after finding a room to rent in Small Heath was get a job since what little money you had wouldn’t last you more than a week or two. Harry graciously gave you a job after some convincing and you now spent every moment on the job trying to help him with the cleaning and books or anything else he needed.

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Say It Again

Stone Cold Part 2

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I was late for work.  So very late for work.  I had never been this late for work in my life.  But that sure as hell wasn’t gonna stop me from getting a coffee before I actually headed into the office.  Going without coffee for the day was unacceptable, most people would agree with me on that.  And there was no way I was going to drink the black sludge in the communal kitchen area.

Gross.

Starbucks was across the street from my new office anyway, Thank God.  So it wasn’t like I was going to save that much time by skipping.  However, I stepped inside to see the longest line in the history of lines.  Ugh.

I pulled my phone from my heavy winter coat, disentangling myself from the puffy red scarf my mother had knitted for me as I tried to get my glove off.  I finally just resorted to pulling it off with my teeth.  I was in the middle of a text to my co-worker Tom when I glanced up.

It was a two second glance up from my phone.

Barely a blip.

I wasn’t even looking at anything.  

But there he was.  Standing about six feet away from me, a smirk on his face that definitely said he wasn’t happy to see me.

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Mistletoe

Can you do one were Anne and the readers mum are really good old friends who recently came back into contact and Anne invites the reader and her mother over to decorate for Christmas and the reader has some cute fluffy mistletoe moments with Harry who haven’t seen each other since they were like 3        

Sorry for the delay! But my office looks like Christmas now!! :)

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“Why am I invited to this person’s house, mum? You said I haven’t seen her since I was four.”

Your mother looked up from where she was adjusting her dress and gave you a smile.

“Because she’s a friend of mine and her son is in town who is your age.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Mummm, I don’t need to be set up with a boy!”

“I’m not trying to set you up with anyone,” you mother insisted, “I just thought you’d want to see Harry again; it’s been nearly 20 years and you used to be really good friends.”

“I barely remember him at all,” you mumbled, “Besides, he’s all famous and what-not now; he’s not going to want to hang out with me.”

“Oh, don’t be silly. Harry’s a lovely boy; your dad and I were over to Anne and Robin’s a few months ago when Harry was home and he chatted with us the entire evening. He was friendly and joking with your father. Even if you don’t remember each other, I’m sure it won’t take much to get reacquainted. Believe me, he didn’t seem like he was famous when we were there; he acted like a completely normal, 20-something young man. I think you’ll be surprised.”

You scrunched your nose and fiddled with your hair. It was true, you had no idea what Harry was like now, as you hadn’t seen him since you were four-years-old. Your family had lived in Holmes Chapel until just before you started school and you had moved for your father’s job. Harry had been a close, childhood friend growing up (so you were told), but you had very few memories left of him. You were so young when you moved away that your memories of him were merely flashes now from a different time that may or may not have actually been accurate, as everything from your life before that time was a bit of a blur.

You did remember him being a very funny kid. He was always running around telling jokes and trying to entertain people. As a little girl, you weren’t too into that behavior because you were more quiet and reserved than Harry was. You had one, very distinct memory of Harry’s 3rd birthday party, however, that you were certain your brain hadn’t fabricated. All the other kids had been running around and playing a piñata type game, but they weren’t letting you have a turn. You had ended up in tears and being comforted by Anne in the kitchen when Harry had toddled in and taken your hand to bring you back out to the party. You remember him saying that he wanted you to play and he didn’t want you to be sad. When the piñata had been broken, he made sure to give you an extra piece of his own candy, just so you would smile.

If Harry was still anything like he was at three-years-old, you’d be okay with that.

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Victoria's Secret

It was a rainy day. I love rainy days. One of the reasons why I moved to London. The day was calm as it ended and I was quiet, sat down on my couch and reading a fiction book when the door opened. I was unusually well dressed, considering I was just chilling at my place. It’s just that he was singing in a fashion show with girls in stunning lingeries… I didn’t want him to come back home to a piece of trash.
“Hey you!” he was excited. I can imagine why.
It was a few hours after the show and he was probably hanging out with Taylor. I chose not to go, though it would suck really hard be next to those Angels.
“Hi” I said as I closed my book and got up to give him a quick kiss. “Did you have fun?”
“Yeah, it was great, everybody was really talented and knew what they were doing”, he left his things on the floor and walked towards the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“I bet you did” I said in a kinky way, making fun of him.
“Don’t start” he laughed, throwing himself in the couch, too tired to do anything else.
“What?” I imitated his accent and put his legs on my lap. “You have the funniest way of being jealous I’ve ever seen” he smiled, ripping off his shoes with his own feet.
“Can you blame me? Those girls are fucking perfect” I tried not to sound worried or crazy jealous, but he knows me too well.
“You’re perfect” he lifted his head and gave me a kiss, caressing my neck, kind of trying to make a point. “Yeah, that’s gonna make me feel better” I said.

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anonymous asked:

Yeah, since he's an only child and Is away so much, when he comes home I think Alex is probably doted on (or mollycoddled) by parents and grandparents :') I wonder if he'll move back to Sheffield or maybe London when he's a lot older.

Yeah that’s probably true. I think he always loves going back home, especially now that he’s a bit older and has been around the world a few times. He seems very sentimental to me, like he would have an emotional connection to where he’s from and that’s probably why he has an apartment in London. I can totally see him moving back home when he’s older.

Smoulder Chapter 28

Summary: The Christmas update of Smoulder is here! Merry Christmas everyone. Happy Holidays and Super Sunday to those that don’t celebrate anything this time of year :) This may not be much, but words can’t honestly describe how happy you’ve all made me this year. Your endless support means so much to me so, this is a small thing that I can do for you all

-From Midnight XxXx

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Smoulder Chapter 28

Something was wrong.

Aside from the fact she’d barely heard anything from Adrien that day (she’d managed to reason that he was probably spending time with his father), Chat didn’t greet her the way he normally did for their patrols.

There was no cheerful wave, no playful wink, not a flirtatious comment in sight. Instead, Ladybug was greeted with the sight of Chat Noir’s back. With a growing sense of unease, she placed her yo-yo back on her hip and padded over to Chat, who was perched on the side of the rooftop, legs dangling down as he seemingly stared out into nothingness. She swallowed thickly. Maybe he hadn’t noticed her yet?

They’d made rules, set boundaries, on what they could deny as romantic to any lurking paparazzi. Kissing in any way was off the table, apart from Chat’s hand kisses as he’d been doing those for years. Still, Ladybug couldn’t help but feel as though rules were made to be broken in special circumstances.

She was probably being silly, but she needed to kiss him, even if it was just a brief peck on the cheek. She needed reassurance that she was just imagining things.

“Hello handsome!” she chirped, the false cheer grating even to her ears. “Ready to go?”

Chat didn’t look at her. If anything, he shrunk away from her kiss, the tender brush of her hand on his shoulder.

“Chat?”

Ladybug stepped backwards when Chat stood up abruptly, and he inhaled as though the mere notion of breathing pained him. This wasn’t right. Had something happened with his father? He usually became distant if the pair had fought. Even so, this was more extreme than usual.

“Chat if you don’t want to patrol tonight, it ok” she reassured, finding strength in reassuring him. Though he was making her nervous, though she hated not knowing what was wrong, she needed to let him know she was there for him. “If there’s something on your mind that you have to go deal with-”

“No.”

Ladybug’s head snapped up, only to find a hollow-eyed gaze and a forced smile on her partner’s face. She clenched her fists. The smile made her angry for reasons she didn’t quite understand, but she forced the anger to one side for the time being.

Chat sighed again, running a hand through his messy hair and glancing at a spot on the horizon. He looked so conflicted, so sad, that Ladybug’s anger vanished before she’d needed to deal with it. All she wanted to do was hug him, even if she was growing increasingly worried the more time she spent in the dark. What on earth was wrong?

“I promise I’ll talk to you later ok? I’ll tell you- I’ll tell you what happened but for now I just want to patrol with you. I want things to be normal, I- can’t we please just patrol like we always do?”

His voice was rough, shaking as he tried to sound cheerful- for her- she realised. He was trying to put on a brave face for her.

It was a funny feeling, to have your heart throb painfully even though your mind had no idea why. That was how it was for Ladybug, standing opposite Chat Noir, the night air separating them. It was ridiculous, after all he could be upset for any number of reasons. But her mind wasn’t clear, and her instincts were screaming at her. Her throat grew tight.

“Chat you’re scaring me,” she admitted, wrapping her arms around herself. “I want to be patient, I want to give you time but- but…” she didn’t know quite how to express herself without sounding demanding, and so her words petered out pathetically and she stared at her feet.

The instant she’d finished speaking, however, Chat startled her by grabbing her wrist and yanking her towards him, wrapping his arms around her in a desperate embrace that did nothing to ease her fears.

“Oh, god I’m so sorry. I’m being an idiot,” he mumbled, burying his lips in her hair. Somehow, Ladybug found herself smiling, wrapping her arms around him too as they clung to each other for dear life. “I don’t ever want to scare you.”

Ladybug had to fight every impulse in her, the bad ones which made her want to yell and demand him tell her everything right this instant- to soothe her worries. Instead, she kept her mouth closed, settling for burying herself further into his chest. She could hear his heartbeat and, despite the fact that it wasn’t enough to calm her own racing heart, she knew it would have to do for now. Whatever had happened between the time she saw him the previous night, thoroughly kissed and bodies newly explored, and tonight was something he needed her reassurance about.

But, she suddenly came to a stark and rather jarring realisation, that perhaps she wasn’t worried for herself, worried what his fear might mean for her- but was instead feeling his own sadness reflected in her own heart? It was confusing, dizzying, and altogether totally new. Is this what her father meant when he told her ‘their pain is your pain’ so many years ago, when the notion of love was a far-off fairy tale to her? Indeed, the emotions were rather alien to her, not born from herself but rather from seeing her lover so out of sorts. He was hurting, and she didn’t know why, and she wanted to fix it because damn it he didn’t deserve to hurt.

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Find A Way || One Shot

Title: Find A Way
Rating: K+
Pairing: Clara/Rose
Word Count: 6891

Summary: A new apartment, a new chance to start over…and a very attractive blonde living down the hall. What could possibly go wrong?

Notes: This is long. I’m sorry. But try to give it a chance?

Accopmanying picspam by @trishwalkered


“Alright,” Clara sighed as she dropped the last box in her new living room, rolling her shoulders. “That should be it. Thanks, Danny.”

“Any time if you’re buying lunch,” Danny replied with a grin, and Clara rolled her eyes at him.

“Monday’s on me. Promise.” She walked him out, leaning on the door frame as he walked into the hall. A door across the hall and a few doors down opened.

“Okay well I’m leaving without you.” Clara jerked around at the sound of the familiar voice, rather surprised to see a former student walking out of the apartment down the hall. Jenny Tyler paused, blinking, when she saw Clara.

“Ms. Oswald? What’re you doing here?”

“Uh…living.” Clara waved a hand behind her. Jenny raised an eyebrow, looking at Danny.

“Jeez, you teachers really do have lives outside of school.”

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the rolling stones article fiasco

let me preface what i am about to say by making it clear that i am in in no way excusing the words and actions of luke, michael, calum, and ashton in that interview. that being said, the way that article turned out is not entirely their fault.

as someone who works in the music industry, regardless of the fact that it’s a much smaller scale than the level 5sos is on, i can honestly tell you that from a management/PR standpoint those boys were not prepped properly for that interview. 5 seconds of summer have a management team. not only that, but they have a seasoned management team. a management team who should have known better than to schedule such a massive fucking interview the day after the AMAs. i understand that an interview in Rolling Stone is a big fucking deal, but honestly agreeing to an interview that big the day after a major awards ceremony was probably one of the stupidest things Modest! Management has done to date. 

i understand that perhaps it was the only day the interviewer from Rolling Stone was available. in which case, what kind of management team tells the boys’ assistant to just let them sleep and only text them to see if their up instead of knocking on their doors? or here’s a thought, why did nobody make sure those boys set alarms? doing the interview the day after the AMAs meant with guys like michael, luke, calum, and ashton that doing the interview hungover was probably inevitable, but at the very least they should have been awake and waiting when the interviewer showed up. honestly, the fact that none of them were even awake when the interview began was my first clue that the article was going to be bad. 

i acknowledge that 5sos are trying to break away from being seen as a boy band. as ashton said in the article, they spend 75% of their time trying to prove themselves. there is no lie in that. however, there is a way to go about being more ‘rock and roll’ without seeming like complete assholes. compared to other bands in their genre, in the grand scheme of things 5sos are still very, very green to the music industry. Modest! does not have a damn clue how to manage a rock band. they’re used to managing pop acts who make their money off of being wholesome, or being completely coy about their sex lives and partying habits. some stand outs that would not have happened if they had better management who prepped them for that interview:

  • the fact that they let arzaylea be present and spoken to (she shouldn’t have been there at all, the article wasn’t about her). 
  • luke complaining about promo.
  • the fact that nobody tried to take a break to turn the interview around the second luke started insulting internet personalities and michael talked shit about justin fucking beiber. (now, i may not like the dude or his music, but he’s one of the biggest names in the industry and being on his shit list probably isn’t a good idea.)
  • the entire paragraph with luke about partying and multiple girls in one night during the early days after they moved to London. 
  • other major things i’m probably forgetting because i don’t have the article in front of me.

there are other ways to prove yourselves as musicians. for example– talking about your music and why you write what you write and how you get to that point in your writing. how hungover they were and who they party with should’ve been at maximum half a page. the rest should’ve been about the music. the content of this interview (if you can even call it that) gradually got worse because the boys weren’t prepared. they weren’t prepared for the interview to take everything they say and keep it on the record. they weren’t prepared for the interviewer to ask probably some of the most invasive questions they’ve ever been asked, and because of that probably they said whatever came to mind first– and what came to mind first, even if it was the truth, was worded extremely poorly. you can be honest without sounding like a dick if you’re prepared. 6+ years of customer service taught me that. 

like i said. i’m not excusing their behavior. i’m not excusing what they said, and i fully believe that the best move they can make now if they want to save their career is to make a complete apology. i will not however, let them take the full blame. if the Modest! Management team weren’t such pieces of shit, and could do their jobs properly, that article wouldn’t have been half as bad as it was. 

Hogwarts: History of the Castle



Hogwarts castle was not built by the founders, nor was it originally built to house a school. Castle building technology did not arrive in Britain until after the Norman Conquest in 1066. The founders most likely set up their “school” in a large town called Hogwarts, which had already existed in one form or another for millennia.

Hogwarts castle must have been built long after the founding for the defence of the town called Hogwarts and continued to be used for military and political purposes for many centuries afterward before it came to house the modern Hogwarts School.

I explain:

  • When Hogwarts was built
  • How it lead to the founding of Hogsmeade
  • What purpose the castle was used for before it became a school
  • Why it contains something as powerful as the Room of Requirement


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Request - Danny Mahealani “A secret to keep…”

“Wait! What?” You ran down the stairs towards Danny, still sitting there after Ethan had left him behind. “You knew? You knew the entire time?” You sat down next to him and saw how he shrugged his shoulders and smiled his smile.
“Do you really think I never noticed that strange things were going on around here?” He placed a hand on your arm and you shook your head again, wondering why he had never said something, why he had always acted as if he didn’t understand a thing, why he had been able to hide this all those time.
“We thought we were good at sneaking around.” You shrugged your shoulders and Danny started to laugh.
“Don’t you think there were a little bit too much strange things happening here?” He pressed his side against yours and you stared at your feet, feeling how you started to blush.
“How did you find out?” You looked up at him, feeling your legs trembling a little bit, shaking because you had asked yourself too often if he didn’t have the right to know, to know who he was dating, what he was dating, who his friends were, what his friends were.
“I found out something was wrong when Jackson started to act strange…” He whispered and looked around to be sure that nobody was hearing him. “At first he didn’t want to tell me anything, but then he admitted that he needed someone to know, someone to talk to.” He paused for a moment and stared at you shrugging his shoulders again.
“He told me everything he knew.” He stared at his feet, probably ashamed that he had never told anyone that he knew, had never told you all that he knew, that you could freely talk about it around him.
“And still you started to date a werewolf.” You smiled at him and he smiled back.
“It took me some time to realise that he was a werewolf too.” He looked around, probably looking for Ethan, but you knew both that he was far away and would never come back, would never come back to the place where he had to say good-bye to his brother, his twin-brother, half of himself.
“Why didn’t you say something?” You stared at him again and placed a hand on his shoulder, imagining how hard it must have been for him to keep all of this a secret, to never show that he knew, to never show that he understood.
“Jackson had threatened to rip me to pieces if I would show anyone that I knew.” He laughed for a moment, clearly still missing his best friend who had moved to London, leaving him behind in this mess of people that were anything but normal human beings.
“He told me that knowing was probably more dangerous than not knowing, that as long as everyone thought I didn’t know I would be safe, that I wouldn’t be dragged in to this as long as I acted as if I didn’t understand.” He shrugged his shoulders again and you nodded, nodded because you knew that he was probably right.
“Staying out of the action zone, under the protection of a werewolf. Smart, very smart.” You smiled and he smiled back.
“Blowing your cover, maybe not so smart.” He answered and whispered and you shook your head.
“You still have the protection of a werewolf, well, more of them I guess.” You stood up and turned around. “And I’m sure we don’t want to risk Ethan and Jackson ripping us to pieces.” You smiled and saw how Danny shook his head and smiled too.
“Thank you.” He stared at you and you stared back.
“You’re very welcome.” 

I Was Already Addicted To You - Kai

A/N: Okay so I had this idea stuck on my head for days, and I managed to get it together and write this scenario, tell me what you think afterwards, love ya, the gif above inspired me.

There you were , another Family meeting, you were lost in thoughts when you heard your name , your mom was telling your sister “oh, she is addicted to these Korean songs right now” , “mom, not again, please, there’s no big deal” , your older sister laughed and said “I think that comes from her childhood, remember when we travelled when she was little and she spent hours playing with that asian little boy at the airport?” , “huh?” , you asked her, “yeah I remember that”, your mom said, “you’re right, she probably had Always have the tendency” , “mom, it’s just music” , “okay okay”, she said and changed subjects right away, for your luck.

The rest of the night was pleasant , the only thing that was odd was the way your sister was looking at you, like she wanted to tell you something, she seemed anxious too, looking at the door at all times, you decided to ignore it, maybe she was under a lot of stress or somethng like that but you felt relieved when you finally got to lay on your bed and sleep, that’s when you had a flashback.

/FLASHBACK/ :

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Fox and the Hound (Jackson Whittemore)

Imagine: having an on and off relationship with Aiden. You guys break up, and Jackson swoops in, and makes a move right after coming back from London.

You slammed you’re locker as you heard Aiden’s voice talking to Lydia about some hook up or something. You didn’t know why you cared so much since you were the one who broke it off.

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“Stop! What the hell are you doing, (Y/N)?” Aiden yelled as he dodged one of the countless things you threw at him. “Why? Why should I?” you said back, irritated. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he said, obviously trying to stay calm, and you probably weren’t helping at the moment, but you didn’t care.

“You know what it means! I’m tired of you trying to kill my friends!” You shouted. “You know that wasn’t my fault! It’s Deucalion.” He shouted, his anger starting to shine through, but you were too angry to even be afraid. “You’re an Alpha for God’s sake! You’re just like acting like a bitch! You know what? Just go, just leave, we’re done, for good this time.” You shouted, breathing heavy.

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You shook your head clear of the memory, and you traced the claw marks on your shoulder and collar bone from when he lost control, but thankfully Scott got there in time. You took a step back from your locker, and you rammed right into someone. They caught your arm to steady you, and you saw that it was Jackson Whittemore. Someone who you all thought you wouldn’t see again.

“Hey, (Y/N), what’s wrong?” he said, looking sincere, but with him, you never knew. You scoffed, and yanked your arm out of his grip. His eyes fell onto your healing claw marks, and his eyes narrowed.

“Who did that to you?” he asked coldly. “It doesn’t matter, it’s taken care of.” You said just as cold. “How about we get out of here, and you can tell me all about it.” He said in his usual flirtatious manner, and you tried hard not to blush.

“Oh honey, you’re going to have to try a lot harder than that.” You said as you began to walk away. “Oh babe, don’t play hard to get. We all know I’ll win.” He said as he threw an arm around your shoulders. “But I’ve become very good at games.” You said, feeling the challenge spike adrenaline through your veins. “You’ve gotten stronger, I like it.” He said coyly. “The fox and the hound.” You whispered before you pulled out of his grasp, and disappeared down the hallway.

Later at your house, you were laying on your stomach, and your ankles were crossed in the air, and when you felt a hand on your back you let out a high pitched shriek. You were tossed onto your back, and you looked up to see Jackson above you. Your breath was shaky, and he gave you a slight apologetic smile, but he was more amused. “You know I’m still human right?” you said trying to calm your racing heartbeat, which he could surely hear.

“You challenged me, and I won, so what do I get?” he asked you eagerly. “Claim your prize.” You said in a low voice. “Go on a date with me.” He said completely serious, and you were in shock. “My, my, I thought Mr. Whittemore doesn’t go on dates.” You teased, to cover up your shock. “He did some soul searching.” He said as he lowered himself closer to you. “Okay, I’ll go on a date with you.” You said agreeing, but feeling excited. He gave a non-jackson-like smile, and kissed your lips lightly. And to put it in simple terms, you have never felt more ecstatic in your entire life. 

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Can’t Resist It 

When 22 year old Liam meets 17 year old Zayn in a club, he’s got mixed feelings on how he should approach his sudden infatuation. 

Liam’s 22-years-old he should not be sitting in the corner of a club in hopes of pulling someone. He should be settled down, well he almost was settled down until his misses of two years decided she hated dick and was running off to live with her new girlfriend in Cambodia. 

It’s just the people in here look so young, he’s pretty sure over half of them have used fake ids to get in to this place. 

Liam doesn’t want to be here, this hasn’t been his scene since he was not much older than these kids. 

He doesn’t want to be here but he is here because Andy had demanded he stopped moping and come out for drinks. Which is how he found himself surrounded by barely eighteen year olds in the first place because apparently that’s it seems that’s the age range Andy’s friends like to go for. 

Liam’s actually contemplating leaving when Andy and Jordan return, with hands filled with drinks and a few unknown (to Liam) girls trailing behind them. 

“We made some friends at the bar,” Andy announces, attempting to place the drinks on the table in front of Liam, almost spilling them everywhere. “They’re from Yorkshire.” 

“It’s nice to meet you.” Liam offers as the group suddenly file in to the booth around him. 

It’s not until he feels an arm pressed against his that he realises there was one lad amongst the gaggle of girls his friends brought back. 

Liam looks at him, he can’t even be eighteen or if he is, then his birthday must be today. He’s not a bad looking lad and he’s intruging to look at, which Liam feels wrong considering there’s got to be at least a four year age gap between them. 

But out of all the people he’d seen come and go tonight, this lad is probably the fist person to actually catch his attention. 

“Take a picture, bro.” The lad snarls, though there’s a slight blush to his cheeks as he does. 

Liam quickly averts his gaze to the couple sitting opposite them, to find his best mate with his tongue down some girls throat, only when he turns his head away it’s to find his other mate in the exact same position. 

“So much for wingmen.” He grumbles. 

A snort comes from beside him and Liam feels a little bit proud of that. But when he looks to the kid, his eyes are on his wrist where he’s fiddling with his bracelet. 

So Liam grabs a shot from the tray in the middle and puts it in front of the lad before grabbing one for himself. He gives a little encouraging smile when the lad looks in his direction and gets a roll of the eyes in return before the shot is taken back. 

They do the same with the four remaining shots on the tray as their friends continue to each others faces in the booth. Eventually the younger of the two must get bored though because he lets out a pained sigh before he reaches forward to shove at the girl sucking Andy’s face. 

“Doni, can I have the hotel key?” He pleads. 

‘Doni’ pulls back from Andy and shoots the kid a glare. “I’m not letting you walk through the streets of London alone, squirt. Ammi would kill me. Just get another drink?” 

“I’ll walk him back?” Liam offers before she can go back to kissing Andy. “I’m gonna head off anyway.” 

“Bro.” Andy frowns. 

Liam shrugs, knowing he won’t need to argue because if he leaves then Andy wont feel guilty when he ditches him to shag this girl. 

“Who are you?” Doni questions. 

“Liam’s cool, babe.” Andy assures her. “He’s a fireman.” 

“How does that assure me he’s not going to rape my little brother?” Doni asks him. 

“Well, he’s straight as a board.” Andy assures her first. 

The kid beside Liam snorts and Liam looks at him questionably only to get a shrug of shoulders in return. 

“And I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t offer to walk the kid home if he was planning to rape him,” Andy continues. “Pretty bad plan that.” 

Doni huffs and looks at her brother. “You text me when you get there.” 

“Sure.” He replies, looking hopeful. 

Doni turns in Andy’s lap to look through her bag that rests on the table and grabs a card from it, throwing it at the younger kid. Then she returns to kissing Andy like the conversation hadn’t happened. 

The younger lad slides out of the booth and waits for Liam to slide out after him before he starts walking. They get down one set of stairs and then walk down a corridor to get to the next but Liam catches the cloakroom on his way past and remembers he checked his coat in. 

“Wait!” Liam calls out to the kid and when he keeps walking. “Uh, excuse me.” 

The younger lad turns around and shoots him an irritated look, obviously not understanding why they’re not still walking. 

“I need to get my coat.” Liam explains. 

There’s a huff followed by slightly heavy steps at the other lad makes his way back over to Liam. There’s a little bit of a cue that they have to join and awkward silence falls over them, which Liam’s never good with. 

“So, what’s your name?” Liam asks as he shoves his hand in his jeans pocket. 

The younger lad looks more irritated. “Zayn.” 

“Liam.” He replies. 

Zayn nods and crosses his arms and taps his foot, clearly irritated that he’s being made to wait. 

“So, you were here with your sister?” Liam asks. 

“Well done, Sherlock.” Zayn says with another roll of his eyes. 

Liam doesn’t remember being this grumpy when he was eighteen but his parents might tell a different story. 

“So, why are you in London?” Liam questions as the line moves forward. 

“It’s Doni’s twenty first,” Zayn explains. “My Mam said I had to come to watch out for her or some shit. Which made Doni hate me because we’ve got to share a room, which means it’s hard for her to hook up with random guys.” 

“Andy will probably go back to ours.” Liam admits and then cringes because it’s this guy’s sister and he’d hate to be talking about one of his sisters hooking up with someone. 

“I hope so ‘cause I’m not sleeping in the corridor like she made me do last night.” Zayn replies and then nods to the now empty booth while Liam stares at him in shock. 

Liam pats himself down until he find his wallet in his back pocket and then pulls the slip out of it, to hand it to the girl. The girl grabs his leather jacket and he thanks her politely before nodding for Zayn to lead the way out of the club. 

The spring air bites at his arms when they get outside and he goes to slip his jacket on before he notices Zayn rubbing at his own arms. 

“How could you not bring a coat?” Liam asks him. 

“Our hotel’s like down the road,” Zayn replies. “I didn’t see the point.” 

It’s Liam who rolls his eyes this time as he holds his leather out to the younger lad. 

“Fuck off, man.” Zayn snorts. “I’m not some pussy.” 

“You’re literally shivering.” Liam points out. 

“You’re cold too.” Zayn retorts. 

“I’ve got long sleeves, i’ll live.” Liam promises and shakes the jacket. “Don’t be a child and put it on.” 

Zayn snatches the coat from him and grumbles the whole time as he puts it on. It swallows him completely and Liam finds himself staring again. 

“Serious, bro.” Zayn snaps but he looks bemused. “Do you want a picture? Shall I pose?” 

“Sorry.” Liam mumbles, pushing his hands back in to his pockets as they start walking down the street. 

They walk for a sold five minutes in silence. Though Liam naturally keeps pressing close to Zayn when groups of people (especially) guys walks past them. He doesn’t know if it’s a protective thing or a possessive thing. Both sort of worry him, considering he’s only just met this kid. 

“So, your friends think you’re straight?” Zayn asks. 

Liam shrugs. “I haven’t given them an incline to think otherwise.” 

“But you’re not are you?” Zayn pushes. “Not entirely.” 

“Not entirely, no.” Liam agrees and then offers Zayn a small grin. “Why are you so interested?” 

“You were the one staring at me, mate.” Zayn reminds him but his eyes are focused on where his fingers are playing with the zip on Liam’s leather jacket. 

“I was, wasn’t I.” Liam agrees and he lets himself look this time. 

This boys is gorgeous. From his face to his hair, to the way his skinny legs don’t quite fit in his baggy jeans. 

“How old are you?” Liam asks because he feels that’s an important question here. 

Zayn keeps fiddling with the zip. “Old enough.” 

“To what?” Liam pushes. “Vote?” 

“Not quite.” Zayn admits. 

“Christ,” Liam mutters. “When’s your birthday?”  

“January.” Zayn replies and finally looks in Liam’s direction. 

“It’s April,” Liam tells him like he doesn’t know. “That means you only turned seventeen three months ago.” 

Zayn shrugs and goes back to fiddling with the zipper. “So?” 

“Yeah, you’re right, it doesn’t matter.” Liam agrees as Zayn comes to stop outside a hotel. “You weren’t lying when you said it was close.” 

Zayn hums and glances at the hotel before looking back at Liam. 

“Make sure to text your sister,” Liam reminds him. “I don’t want her hunting me down, she seems like she’d be scary when she’s pissed.” 

“Okay.” Zayn agrees. 

“It was nice meeting you, Zayn.” Liam tells him and then uses his all his strength to turn on his foot and walk away from this gorgeous (yet underage) boy. 

He gets as far as the end of the street before he feels someone tug at his shoulder. 

“You forgot your jacket.” Zayn informs him, cheeks rosy from where he’d obviously jogged to catch up with Liam. 

Liam to take the leather from Zayn’s hand with a thankful smile but frowns when the other lad doesn’t let it go. 

“Can you kiss me?” Zayn requests, biting down his lip nervously. 

Liam’s a little distracted by that so it takes a lot of his strength not to say yes straight away. 

“Just once and I won’t tell anyone,” Zayn says when Liam doesn’t reply. “I’ve never kissed a guy and I don’t know if you look in the mirror a lot but you’re really fit and I think you fancy me so–” 

Liam cuts of Zayn’s sentence by pressing his lips to the other lads. The angle is off because Zayn’s mouth had been open for talking. But Liam steps forward and slips his hand on to Zayn’s lower back and pulls him closer and when their lips finally aline, it’s a pretty amazing kiss. 

“Wow.” Zayn says when they finally party, his eyes a little glassy and very wide. 

“Alright?” Liam checks, stroking the younger lad’s lower back with his thumb. 

“You’re a really good kisser.” Zayn compliments. 

“Ditto.” Liam says with grin that seems to make Zayn go a bit dopey. 

“I know I said only once but can we do it again?” Zayn asks, biting his lip again. 

Liam reaches up to tug Zayn’s lips from between his teeth. “How about you invite me up for a drink and we’ll see?” 

“Fuck, yeah, okay.” Zayn says a little excited and when Liam raises his eyebrows. “Shit, right, yeah. Do you wanna come up for a drink?” 

“I’d love to.” Liam replies and slips his jacket back around Zayn’s shoulders so they can walk back to the hotel. 

They might spent the night kissing and drinking the rest of the booze Doni and her friends had left from their pre-drinks. 

She might find them the next morning, curled together on the king size bed and she kicks off before Zayn assures her nothing happened. Liam wants to bolt but Zayn gives him pleading eyes so he stays and they eat breakfast with Doni and her friends (as she seethes in her chair opposite them). 

Eventually Liam has to leave, to go home and shower but he makes sure to programme his number in to Zayn’s phone before he does. He assures him that he can text him whenever he wants about whatever he wants. Because he knows how fucking scary it can be to be seventeen and confused about your sexuality. 

Zayn text Liam every detail of what she rants about on the drive home and then rings him sniffling when his parents take the news about as equally as well. It takes ages for Liam to calm him down and assure him that if his parents really love him, they’ll come around because Liam’s parents finally did. 

After a month of texting and phone calls and a weekend Liam has off from work, he drives down to Bradford to surprise Zayn. He doesn’t argue when he’s greeted with a gleeful kiss, he also says nothing when Zayn introduces him to his family as ‘my boyfriend’. He simply squeezes the younger lad’s hand as it slips in to his and accepts the fact that he’s slowly falling in love with this kid.

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hi. i have weird question... i am mcu fan obviously and i love Marvel ladies, but i just can't convice myself to like Jane. i don't hate her, but i just wish i loved her the way i love Peggy or May. could you make some kind of short/long list of reasons you you like this character so much? maybe you could convince me :) sorry if my request is too weird

Well there’s a lot of reasons as to why i love jane

  • one, she’s a friggin’ astrophysicist, and she loves her career more than her life itself
  • I mean seriously she drove into the weird tornado thing at the beginning of Thor for science.
  • Also at first she really didn’t care about the fact they’d hit Thor because fuck that she had science to do 
  • Also while I’m at her and science, I just want to talk about how hard it is to have three degrees in astrophysics, like that shit is smart as hell, she gives  the science bros a run for their money yo. Which is why it drives me crazy when people talk about them creating new forms of space travel and shit like fuck that. If anyone in the mcu is going to do that it’s going to be jane motherfucking foster.
  • Then before she starts talking to Thor and actually starts to think she might be into him, she sees him and someone she can use to help with her research and that she can get information out of. There’s really nothing more than that to it until she breaks into the bunker with him.
  • but while I’m talking about that I’d like to point out that Jane stood toe to toe with Coulson while he was taking her research, hell when they took her notebook from her too, she tried to climb into the back of the van for gods sake. The girl is dedicated to her work.
  • Now lets talk about how despite how Selvig is telling her that her theories that are based around what thor told her she points out that “magic is just science we don’t understand yet” I love that quote for so many reasons. She is literally making in plain that she thinks that everything can be explained by her science. That this magic that thor speaks of (the bifrost) can be explained, and she can do that using Einstein Rosen bridges. She doesn’t allow herself to not question and try to understand what is going on around her. Dammit she is going to figure it out, to hell with everything else.
  • Okay but now I’d like to talk about how everyone is like “Oh jane just moped about after thor left. She clearly doesn’t love her science that much is she stopped after he was gone hurr hurr hurr. Because I think that is total bullshit. I think she studied everything she could with that at the time, and then allowed herself to move on. I mean hell it’s obvious she allowed herself to move on, she’s in london (probably working on something new) That’d explain why she does’t look at her old equipment, they’re just not useful to what she was doing now. I also think that much like Thor, she did what was right. Yes, both of them mopped around, but I think that they both continued doing the things they had to do, Thor protecting the realms, and Jane in her science.
  •  Now lets talk about asgard yes? Let’s just talk about how Jane knew what the machine they were using on her was, and she knew how it worked. Like seriously, even the healers seemed impressed. The little nerd. And Thor thinks that is adorable as hell. If u don’t  I can’t even with you.
  • Now I will admit that yes, she does become kind of an object for most of the movie, but as much as that sucked she really did have shinning moments in tdw and I will get to those.
  • But now another reason I see that people don’t like her is because of Frigga’s death. I want everyone to repeat this with me Frigga’s death was not Jane’s fault. It was Malekiths. Pure and simple. Yes, Frigga died protecting Jane, but Jane did not kill her herself. Jane did exactly what Frigga told her to do which was probably to hide herself, and that she would take care of the rest. 
  • And then people talk about how “Oh well Jane’s a bitch because she never was upset or apologized for Friggas death.” Well here’s the thing, she did. However, the scene got cut, unfortunately. But she very much did feel responsible for her death, and she voiced this to Thor. Who then told her how Frigga saved them all, and how her death was not Jane’s fault. Like if Thor doesn’t blame her, neither should you. 
  •  I would also like to point out how Jane is brave  as fuck. Like dude, she punched the motherfucking god of mischief in the face. The same guy who did untold damage to New York and her world. The girl’s got big balls yo. And then there are still people who are like “well she shouldn’t be abusing a prisoner of war!!!!!!”  which literally makes me throw up in my mouth. Loki is not a good person, and he did horrible things, believe me, a punch is the least thing he deserves. Her punching him was completely in character for her, and she is not a bad person for it. Seriously, if you think Jane is the bad guy for punching Loki, I don’t want to know you. And if you want Loki to punch Jane back or kill her for it, just leave now. Even he doesn’t seem pissed about. He thinks it’s funny that a little mortal has the guts to do that.
  • Okay now I will admit that from that part until the show down on Svartalfheim, and that did suck. But after the aether is out of her, Jane is literal perfection. 
  • It’s Jane who figures out how to use Selvig’s device to manipulate the Convergence, without her and her know how, Thor could not have defeated Malekith, there is no literal way he could have. For all his strength and power, he did not have the upper hand in that battle. Even he knows this when Malekith begins to use the aether to revert everything to dark matter.Seriously, Jane should get just as much credit as Thor for saving the world here. Seriously, if you like Tony Stark for saving the world with his science, but yo don’t like Jane for doing the same, I have nothing to say to you. That’s sexist plain and simple.
  • But all in all, Jane is not useless, she is not a bitch, she is not responsible for Frigga’s death or a whore for “falling in love with Thor after three days”
  • like dude, there was attraction there yes, but they were not in love after three days. And you know what, even if she was, Thor was too. Her falling in love does not make her weak, and I hate that people saying that more than anything. Especially because they hold men to such different standards, if you’re saying she’s useless for falling in love, by that same logic, Thor is too. And I highly doubt they’re thinking that.
  • Okay I think I’m done now, I may add more later.