questioned innocence

anonymous asked:

I loved LOVED BatB, especially how it showed the two of them arguing over the books they'd liked/ read, showing that they are intellectually compatible and matched in their wits (unlike her and Gaston), which is v important. I had only one tiny problem with it: I really wish they'd kept "It IS you" intact. As a little girl, that was the line that showed me that she only recognised him by his eyes and was not taken in by his handsome appearance, which fortified the story's moral.

I’m always happy to hear people LOVED the BatB live action! Especially because it was THAT good.

I understand your bitterness about the “It is you.” line. When I watched that scene I was stranged that no one said a word. Neither the Prince said “Belle, it’s me.” nor Belle said her line. BUT, was it really necessary in this version? In the animated classic some fans still question and make innocent fun of Belle ever doubting the man standing before her was her Beast. She saw him transform right in front of her eyes. How could she doubt it is the Beast? My thought has always been that Belle was in too much of a shock to realize what was happening. And could only “wake up” once she recognized the Beast through his eyes.

I have huge fondness for couples who recognize/connect to each other through their eyes, so that one thing between Belle and Beast/Adam is very important to me. And to anyone who loves them, really. Now I ask you, was that moment lost in the live action? Absolutely not. I think it is safe to say that the key fact here is that Belle knows of the curse. She knows the Beast is like that for a reason. Now she is watching the transformation and it all makes sense to her. There’s no need to question or doubt the man she sees is the Beast, she knows it’s him. And that alone is beautiful indeed. I loved the wonder in their faces looking at each other speechless, and the best part was the camara panning at the Prince’s eyes. That moment should seal the deal for the audience.

It is said that one image is worth a thousand words. I felt them not saying a word and the epic kiss was about that. And I’m happy with the final result for sure.

EDITED TO ADD: It is crystal clear Belle isn’t taken in by the Prince’s handsome appearance. She fell in love with the Beast for his heart/soul, not his looks.

Rarely I catch a scent, not really a smell and I cannot put it into words, but it comes unexpectedly and leaves like it was never there. For that split second though, I reminisce. I reminisce a certain time in the past and how I used to see the world. And then I realize how much I have changed.

These are my beautifully sad moments.

—  me being strange [seran.b]

“Isn’t that what High Lords do?” My breath clouded in front of me in the brisk night. “Whatever they please?”

He studied my face. “There are a great many things that I wish to do, and don’t get to.”

— 

A Court of Mist and Fury Pg 286

Everytime I read this scene I shiver. Feyre’s question is so innocent, especially coming from her relationship with Tamlin. She thinks thats the norm. But Rhys wants her more than anything, loves her more than anything, but refuses to push her too fast. He knows she needs time to heal. He knows that ultimately, no matter how much he needs her, the decision to be together lies in her hands.

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

TAG!!!! 4!!! WHOA!

Innocent or Guilty?
I was tagged by @poetbitesback (thank you!) to do this. Rules: answer the questions with only “innocent” or “guilty”, with no explanation. (I’ve put off doing this one cause LOTS of explaining, a huge amount of alcohol and craziness, and I felt TERRIBLE knowing how this could make me look.)

Asked someone to marry you?: guilty
Kissed one of your friends?: guilty
Danced on a table in a bar/tavern?: guilty
Told a lie?: guilty
Had feelings for someone you can’t have?: guilty
Kissed someone of the opposite sex?: guilty
Kissed someone of the same sex?: guilty
Kissed a picture?: guilty
Slept until 5 pm?: guilty
Fallen asleep at work/school?: guilty
Held a snake?: guilty
Been suspended from school?: guilty
Stolen something?: guilty
Done something you regret?: guilty
Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose?: guilty
Caught a snowflake on your tongue?: guilty
Kissed in the rain?: guilty
Sat on a rooftop?: guilty
Sang in the shower?: guilty
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?: guilty
Slept naked?: guilty
Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?: guilty
Been in a band?: guilty
Shot a gun?: guilty
Donated blood?: guilty
Eaten alligator meat?: guilty
Eaten cheesecake?: guilty
Still loved someone you shouldn’t?: guilty
Have/had a tattoo?: guilty
Been too honest?: guilty
Ruined a surprise?: guilty
Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated so you couldn’t walk after?: guilty
Erased someone from your friends list?: guilty
Dressed in a man’s clothes?: guilty
Dressed in a woman’s clothes?: guilty
Joined a pageant?: guilty
Been told you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?: guilty
Still have communication with your ex?: guilty
Cheated on someone?: guilty
Got totally drunk the night before a big exam?: guilty
Been treated by a total stranger paying your fare?: guilty
Got so angry you cried?: guilty
Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?: guilty
Actually murdered someone?: guilty
Thought about mass murder?: guilty
Actually committed mass murder?: guilty
Rode in a stranger’s vehicle?: guilty
Stalked someone?: guilty
Had a boyfriend?: guilty
Had a girlfriend?: guilty
Been totally drunk on a holiday?: guilty

I’m tagging: absolutely NOBODY cause I feel bad that I waited this long and am afraid I have some explaining to do.

-H.

A Forfeit Is A Forfeit

“How?!” Zoe gapes over at Alfie, surprise etched across her face as Joe and Y/N high five.

“I have no idea,” Alfie laughs, shaking his head. “I’m as surprised as you are.”

“This isn’t fair! You cheated!” Zoe points at her brother, who stares back at her, mouth open.

“What! No we didn’t! We just know each other better!”

“You gave her the answers before we started, didn’t you?”

“You know I don’t cheat at these things, Zoe.” Joe chuckles, “Clearly you and Alfie just don’t know each other that well.”

“Oi!” Alfie protests, “I know your sister very well. We bloody live together!”

“Then explain how Joe and I won.” Y/N questions, smiling innocently at him.

“This isn’t fair.” Zoe repeats, crossing her arms.

“You’re just upset because of the forfeit.” Y/N teases, poking the other woman in the side.

“I don’t want water balloons thrown at me!” Zoe whines, turning to look at Joe, a pleading look on her face, “Please don’t make me.”

“Sorry, sis.” He shrugs, “A forfeit is a forfeit.”

“You are the worst brother in the world.” She mumbles as Joe turns to look back at the camera.

“Well, there you have it. Zalfie vs Y/S/N, and Y/S/N wins. Which means its time for the forfeit! This should be fun,” He rubs his hands together, and evil little smirk on his face.

“Leave a comment saying who you thought would win,” Y/N adds, “Because I’ll admit, I thought Zalfie would win.”

“Do you not have any faith in us, love?” Joe looks over at her, “I knew we would win.”

“No you didn’t,” She scoffs, “You told me this morning that your sister was sure to win.”

“Really?” Alfie laughs, “Way to believe in your relationship, mate.”

“It’s not that!” Joe cries out as the other three stand, “You and Zoe have just been together longer.”

“Not bloody long enough, apparently.” Zoe mutters to herself, grimacing as Y/N grabs a bucket of water balloons. “I really don’t want to do this.”

“Too bad.” Joe tells her, repositioning the camera to see outside. “You lost. We Won. Time to get pelted with water balloons.”

“All electronics get left inside, by the way.” Y/N reminds them, placing her own phone on the table.

“Let’s just do this.” Zoe leads the way outside.


“Ready?” Joe asks a minute later, water balloons in his hands, Y/N standing beside him, her own balloons in her hands.

“As we’ll ever be.” Alfie tells them, chuckling as Zoe covers her face.

She lets out a scream as the first balloon breaks against her stomach, gasping at the coldness.

Laughing, Y/N and Joe continue to throw a few balloons, until one doesn’t pop, but lands at Alfie’s feet.

“Free for all!” He calls, bending down to pick it up quickly, throwing it at Y/N has he makes a run for the bucket of balloons.

It doesn’t take long before all four are throwing balloons everywhere, and Alfie gets his hands on the hose, spraying the other three.

“Cheater!” Y/N calls out, trying to hide behind Joe as Alfie continues to spray them.

“Fair game!” He calls back.

“Alright, alright!” Joe hollers, holding his hands up, blinking at the water droplets falling in his eyes as Alfie turns the house off. “We’re all soaked, I think it’s time to call a truce.”

“Truce is good.” Zoe shivers slightly, “Because its bloody freezing out here.”

“Agreed,” Y/N nods, wrapping her arms around Joe in an attempt to warm up, “Perhaps we shouldn’t have done this in February.”

“It was still fun,” Joe smirks, rubbing his hands and up down her bare arms.

“There’s towels by the back door.” Zoe tells them all, pulling the wet shirt from against her stomach.

“You can just clean up the water!” Joe tells her, making his way inside quickly.

“Wait, Joe!” Zoe chases after him, “Stop getting water everywhere!”

“Those Suggs,” Alfie shakes his head, following Y/N inside, both staying by the back door to dry off.

“They’re crazy.” She tells him, smiling as they listen to the siblings call back and forth.

“But they’re our crazies.”

bucky hates yogurt

It all starts with an innocent enough question. “Need anything from the store?”

“Yeah! Can you get me some yogurt?”

“Sure.”

Then a door opens to an endless array of options that Bucky Barnes was not prepared for. Standing in front of the dairy case that had a literal library of yogurt options made the simple favor of buying Sam yogurt into an unsolvable puzzle.

Bucky squared his shoulders and examined the clusters of yogurt cups. There was brand name, generic, Greek, light, Greek light, low carb, whipped (?!), fruit on the bottom, 100 calories only… and flavors. So many flavors.

He reached out for a strawberry banana cup, then paused. Did Sam hate strawberry flavored things or banana flavored things? It was one of the two. Okay, blueberry then. Wait. Was Sam allergic to blueberries?

Bucky took out his phone and called Steve.

“Yeah, Buck?” Steve was out of breath. “I’m a little busy.”

“What kind of yogurt does Sam like?”

“What?”

“Is Sam allergic to blueberries?”

“Uhh, I dunno.”

“You don’t know?” Bucky really counted on Steve to pull him out of this one, but he was failing miserably.

“Bucky, I gotta go, there’s–”

“Whatever, bye.” Bucky stuffed his phone back in his pocket and grabbed ten cups of yogurt at random. Cultured milk should not be this difficult. Sometimes Bucky hated the twenty-first century.

“This is an… eclectic mix.” Sam grinned as he peeled the lid off of a caramel mocha yogurt cup, chuckling. “Blueberry or vanilla would’ve worked.” 

There’s his answer. Bucky raised his cup of “key lime pie” to Sam. 

“Thanks, Barnes.”

anonymous asked:

for the head canon can you do one where your the oldest sibling

Originally posted by wi-ld-ly-bright

- You being so protective. 

- You teaching them about life.

- Them coming to you with innocent little questions.

- You ruffling their hair.

- Calling them nicknames; Kiddo, cutie, short stuff. 

- Dean instantly running to your embrace after John tells him about the things that go bump in the night, scared.

- And when Sam finds out what your family does for a living, you feel like you failed, because you wished that you could have been the one to tell him. Not that you want to, but you want to do it as not painful as possible.

- Taking them with you to do fun stuff to make them not think about the supernatural.

- Being like a mother hen, but still joking with them, being carefree.

- Them not wanting you to go whenever you have to leave on a hunt.

- You being a natural leader, taking care of things in the family.

- Enjoying the times when they are shorter than you, and then having a bit of a crisis when you realize that Dean’s taller than you, and then even worse when Sam is.

- But even though they’re grown ups and, like, 7 feet tall, they still listen to you. Because, they trust you to guide them.

- Never quite being able to shake the old habits. Little, like putting out a hand in front of them at crosswalks so that they don’t accidentally walk out into oncoming traffic, which they find funny. Other ones too, like always walking first when on a dangerous hunt or acting as bait, which they find less funny.

- Being willing to give their life to them in a heartbeat.

- Your life motto being “Take care of Sam and Dean. Whatever happens. Forever and always.”

3

Please note: In this the reader is 5 years old

You padded along the Bunker floor, clutching your toy giraffe. “Daddy?” You called, looking up at him. He had a beer in hand and was glancing over pieces of paper you couldn’t fully understand. They had cool pictures though.

“Hey, sweet pea.” He lifted your small frame with ease and sat you down on his lap. 
“Daddy, where do babies come from?” You innocently question, looking up at him with wide puppy eyes.

“Uh…wh-well-I mean-” He stuttered, running his hand through his hair. 

“Why do you ask?”

“Because.” You state as though it were obvious.

“You know how Mummies get a big tummy sometimes?” 

“Yeah.”

“Well the babies inside them.” 

You grimace “Ew,”

He chuckles “Yeah I know.”

“But how does it get in? And out? Do you have to feed it? Was I like that? Why can’t I remember?” You asked, leaving your Dad at a loss for words.

“You know what I’ll put your Uncle Sammy on it. Why don’t you go ask him?” He smiled down at you and you nodded. “He’s better with the whole talking thing anyway.” He put you down on the floor and you ambled over to his bedroom.

“Uncle Sammy?” 

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Daddy said you’d know why babies are in Mummies tummies an-” You paused in thought, not noticing his shocked face “And how they know to get in…and why I can’t remember when I was-” You were cut off by him calling to your Daddy.

“DEAN?” 

“YEAH?”

“WHY IS Y/N ASKING ME ABOUT BABIES?”


Requested by anon

Request:
Could you write one on deans daughter asking where babies come from.

I sure can. Thanks for requesting this was fun hehe


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X-Files Fic: D’un Nouvel Oeil, Chapter Two

Chapter One is here.




“Is he handsome?” Maggie Scully asks, not looking up from the rolled-out dough she’s carefully fitting into a pie tin.  It would be an innocent enough question, Scully thinks, if her mother hadn’t asked it twice already.

Yes, Maman,” she sighs, exasperated, as she flutes the edges on an already-completed pie.  "Very tall, very dashing, very handsome, and if you don’t mind my saying, you are very obvious.“

"I’m only asking, Dana!” Maggie protests, but her smile gives her away.  "You work too hard, Darling.  You should enjoy yourself from time to time.  Have a little fun.“

"A little fun,” Scully says, eyebrow cocked.  "With a German officer.“

"He can’t help being German, and you said he’s not here voluntarily, didn’t you?”  Scully nods.  "And he came to your rescue, when the man threatening you was one of his own.  That shows bravery.“

"I didn’t need rescuing,” Scully grumbles.  "I was seconds away from dealing with the situation on my own.“

"Yes, I know that, Dana, but did he?”  Her mother sets aside the filled pie tin and reaches for another.  "In a situation like that, most men are going to assume that most women need their help.  How was he to know that you’re not most women?“  She kisses her daughter on the cheek and breaks off a chunk of dough from the massive hunk they’d spent the morning preparing.  "Now, remind me again.  Cherry is for… Allied soldiers?”  Scully nods.

“Cherry for soldiers, apple for Jews, and anything else… for everybody else.”

“Very poetic,” Maggie laughs.

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nightsgrow replied to your post “nightsgrow: Am I misremembering or is there a website that specifies…”

Wow okay that was a lot of info for a fairly innocent question :o but i understand with your readership that you have to be nuanced in everything you say. Thanks for the reply :)

Part of it is readership, but part of it is a genuine concern for the world in which I work and for your view of it. If I just responded with the link and didn’t talk about the rest, 

A) Someone else would add it anyhow
B) Someone would be mad I hadn’t
C) It would come off like I endorse Charity Navigator, which honestly for 99% of purposes I don’t
D) I wouldn’t get to educate people about it!

D is perhaps most important to me because honestly this is an issue that very few people are aware of and it directly impacts my work and my paycheck. Imagine if most people assumed you should take a massive pay cut in your job so your company could give the proceeds directly to charity – that’s essentially the way non-profit employees are treated.  

And honestly, I mean, if you have to ask me for the link to Charity Navigator? You probably don’t know enough about the issue to be using CN the way it should be used. So I want to make sure you personally are educated, too, before you either disregard an org that’s well worth supporting because they pay their staff a living wage, or get creamed in a debate about giving by someone who knows more than you. 

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James Corden asks Neil deGrasse Tyson an innocent question about the tooth fairy and shit gets real pretty fast.

anonymous asked:

How about someone who wasn't very nice to Natsume from a previous school transfers to his current one and tries to spread cruel rumours? My personal belief is that everyone at the school loves Natsume because there is no evidence that says otherwise and it makes me happy.

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“Didn’t your class get a new student the other day?” Satoru asks when Kitamoto joins him during lunch. “I’ve seen him around, I think. What’s he like?”

Kitamoto’s eyes darken and his expression turns into something close to a glower in face of Satoru’s arguably innocent question what was that about?

“Adachi. I don’t like him,” Satoru’s amiable best friend declares, so forcefully that Tsuji turns around in his chair to stare in their direction.

“Jeez, tell us how you really feel,” Satoru says dumbly. Kitamoto huffs an unconvincing laugh, and Satoru narrows his eyes at him. “Hey, what happened? Did he say something to you?”

“No, nothing like that. But he knows Natsume from another school.”

Oh, Satoru thinks. And his hands curl into fists in his lap, because he gets it. Every time someone Natsume used to know comes into the picture, Natsume winds up miserable.

Tsuji leans over, frowning. “Has he done something to Natsume?”

“No, but he’s been talking about him,” Kitamoto says darkly. “He likes to tell stories of when they were in junior high together, and odd things Natsume said or did back then. He’s really annoying. I think he’s trying to stir up trouble.”

“Well,” Satoru says, leaning back. “That’s not gonna happen.”

It’s almost a full week later that Natsume realizes there’s a new student in their school. It’s not really his fault, Satoru decides, since he was out sick for a few days. He’s still a little pale when he returns to class, and it’s hard to tell who makes a bigger fuss over him, Tsuji or Taki.

“Adachi?” he says in some surprise, pausing with a bite of fish left halfway suspended above his lunchbox. “I think I know him. I went to school with a boy by that name once.”

Tanuma pointedly takes a long drink at that point, and Kitamoto starts stabbing viciously at his rice like it did something to offend him, so it’s left to Satoru to steer the conversation. He points lamely across the room and says, “Yeah he’s over there.”

Natsume follows his hand to where Adachi is sitting by himself, stirring his food around disinterestedly. It didn’t take long for him to talk himself into a corner, Satoru thinks. Just like he thought would happen, no one wants anything to do with the new guy who was trying to drag kind, self-conscious Natsume’s name through the dirt.

Natsume stands up, and smiles when Tanuma asks where he’s going.

“I’ll see if he wants to eat with us,” Natsume says, already making his way over. Adachi watches him approach with wide eyes. “He might not remember me, but it’s no fun eating alone.”

I’ve been thinking more and more about Supercorp and that scene in Aladdin where Aladdin asks Jasmine if she trusts him. Just imagine Supergirl landing on Lena’s balcony, Lena trying to figure out who Supergirl is. “Wait, wait. Do I know you?” And then Kara is like “Uh, no. No.” And they have a short argument about Lena being a part of the Luthor bloodline or not and Kara’s trust in Lena. And Kara puts her foot in her mouth, making Lena a little angry. Then Kara genuinely apologizes and offers to take Lena on a fly around the city to make it up to her. But Lena hates flying so she’s hesitant. And then Kara offers Lena her hand and asks “Do you trust me?” 

Seems like a really innocent question, but it’s a really big deal to Lena because admitting she trusts Supergirl goes against everything she’s be taught in her life. To trust no one because they’ll eventually betray you. But despite her head telling her no, her heart says yes. 

“Yes.” 

And then Kara picks Lena up and they fly off into the night sky.