right in her childhood

It’s true, I am beyond f*cked up. I don’t mean I’m a bad person– I’m just not that girl next door with parents who raised her right with happy childhood memories, the girl that followed the rules of society.

I have chapters in my past that I don’t talk about, I’ve went through a lot and experienced things nobody my age should ever have to deal with. I am damaged goods with all kinds of issues– I am a f*cked up person.

I always liked the idea of being with someone who isn’t. Somebody you’d consider the “good guy,” because I felt as if it would keep me in check. That being with someone without hidden demons would rub off on me.

It’s frustrating as hell because you came back into my life and I’m not sure how I feel about it. I obviously have feelings for you, but would you ever understand or know the real me?

And if I told you, would you accept it?”

—  aftertheam, Something I wrote in my notes to send somebody but never did.
The Seeds of Chloe’s Redemption

There has been a lot of hate (mostly deserved) heaped on Chloe Bourgeois by the ML fandom, as well as theories of a redemption arc that she may go through to become the Bee Miraculous holder.  Chloe is one of my favorite characters.  Most people see the nasty personality she shows to the majority of Paris and immediately hate her.  Her peers, the fans, even the main characters usually treat her with disdain.  Again, mostly deserved.

However, there is a lot more beneath the surface of Chloe’s world that we don’t see.  How much do we know about her home life?  We’ve seen how miserable Adrien is.  Chloe also doesn’t seem to have her mother, Adrien and Sabrina are her only friends and even though her father dotes on her, does she really have a healthy father/daughter relationship with him?  

I’ve mentioned before (in this post) that I believe Adrien is friends with Chloe because he saw glimpses of humanity in her and wanted to help her become a better person.  Things like…

In “Darkblade” (Le Chevalier Noir):

  • Chloe is being her usual nasty self and an akuma attacks
  • Sabrina grabs Chloe for protection
  • Chloe puts her arm protectively around Sabrina
  • Is this the first glimpse we get of our budding bee?


In “Antibug”:

  • Instead of accepting Mylene as a scapegoat, she’s honest and blames an “invisible force” for pulling her hair
  • She risked the ridicule of the class to do this
  • I dunno it was like a unicorn or leprechaun or some shit
  • wtf, Chloe?!
  • Not a ghost.  Or the wind.  A LEPRECHAUN.

See where I’m going with this below the cut…

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anonymous asked:

I really like your little red riding hood character designs!! Is there any way I can know their plot and backstories?

Thank you! There’s a lot of stuff I won’t go into detail about until the comic starts, but I’ll share some general knowledge with you :) I’ve said a lot of this stuff in replies to YouTube comments but I realise I haven’t made a post to direct people to. I’m itching to reveal the title, but I can’t until I make the final decision on what site it’s gonna be hosted on. Anyway, here we go.

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Sorry but I really don’t want this ship to sail canonically…

Sugar Daddy: Part 2.

Uraraka: So we are clear, right? First of all, the moment Kyouka hears Izuku falling asleep, we storm Todoroki’s room. While Izuku is near him, he won’t be able to use his Quirk at full power. He still can do those small attacks and we need to stop him right from the start. Tsuyu and I will fight him while Ashido makes an escape route. Hagakure must be there to cause a diversion if we go down too fast. Mei will be there with power-suppressing cuffs ready for use. Any questions?


Momo: Is it really okay that we broke walls between our rooms and combined them together?


Aizawa *done with the shit but still free to speak*: It’s not.


Uraraka: Of course it! Otherwise, how could we ever have enough room for playing, feeding and taking pictures?


Momo: I see, that makes sense. *looks down at high-calorie cakes* But what is my part and why does it involve so much food?


Uraraka: *battle aura on* Your part is the most important, comrade! You are going to make weapons and reinforcements so that we can fight off Todoroki when he comes for sweet baby Deku! And, even more importantly, you are going to make so many toys that rich son of a bitch won’t be able to compete!


Mina: I think his mom is a nice lady though.


Uraraka: I was talking about his dad.


Everyone: Ooh!


Uraraka: So? Any suggestions?


Mineta: I CAN BE YOUR BABY! JUST LET ME SUCK ON ONE OF YOU-


*gets blasted and beaten till there is more juice than grape*


Uraraka: Anyone else?


???: Excuse me? *walks into the door* Is Todoroki Shouto-kun here?


Everyone: M-M-Midoriya-san?!


Uraraka: What are you doing here? *Crap, we completely forgot that Deku-kun actually has a mom!*


Inko: Y-You see, I received a call from Todoroki-kun about Izuku turning into a baby, so I came here to pick him up. Is everything alright?


*Girls quickly tear down the flowcharts and blueprints with plans for baby Izuku and merchandise featuring him*


Momo: Of course! We will get him right to you in a se-


Todoroki *walks in, nice and gentle expression as he carries sleeping baby Deku*: Oh, you are already here, Midoriya-san. I hope you don’t mind but fed and bathed Izuku while waiting for you.


Inko: O-Oh, thank you very much. I hope it didn’t trouble you very much.


Todoroki: Not at all. *smiles warmly* It was my pleasure.


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Uraraka: WHAT THE FUCK, SHOUTO! *glares at tied up Todoroki* Did your fire-side of brain get overcooked or something? Why would you give up BABY DEKU?


Todoroki: It is called strategy, Uraraka-kun. *smiles kindly, but with obvious hints of pride* While I would keep Izuku by my side this way, one can never forget about the future.


Momo: W-What do you mean?


Todoroki: Right now, Midoriya-san is living through her son’s peaceful childhood again. With certain bumps, overall, it is a very heart-warming experience. And guess who will she think of when remembering it?


Mina: Oh no…


Todoroki *smirks smugly*: Oh yes. And it gets better. I took care of him and informed her about the sudden age change her dear son went through. Not only that but I also took care of him at his weakest. *devilish grin* But I wonder what she thinks you did?


Hagakure: No… You mean, you-


Tsuyu: Planned it all ahead?


Uraraka: Impossible! He is bluffing! He is getting into your heads! Don’t listen to him, he is just-


*New Message Received*


Todoroki *false innocent surprise*: Oh, I wonder who might that be? *reaches into his pocket and smirks at the message* What a surprise, Midoriya-san invited me over for dinner. She says Izuku is missing me.


All girls: *paling at the realisation of their situation. While they were fighting a battle, he was winning the WAR!*


Todoroki: Well *freezes restraints and breaks through* As much as I enjoyed this conversation, I think I should prepare for tomorrow’s dinner. *smirks at the girls* It wouldn’t do to upset my future mother-in-law.


[Todoroki Shouto used Light Yagami Keikaku! IT IS SUPER EFFECTIVE! Class 1-A girls are in despair!]

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“Rose H. Barton: Born with a distinctive red birthmark covering her right eye, Rose’s childhood was not an easy one. Despite this, she possesses an unusual amount of determination uncharacteristic of her meek disposition. Her life growing up is a mystery, but she will first make an appearance while moving into Ashwick, bringing with her an unorthodox way of counteracting the ghostly epidemic …”

A (long overdue) full-body character sheet for Rose! I’m sorry this took so long, but I’ve been working on a lot of exciting stuff. Wolfe and Hunter are next, depending on which one I finish first!

anonymous asked:

Hi! I've wanted to see the Superfriends+grumpy space dad on the beach or something else vacation-y, so I thought you might be able to do something with it.

Maggie’s used to waking up alone.

It used to be because even when they would stay the night, they’d slip out in the morning.

Now, it’s because Alex Danvers likes her morning runs. A lot.

Maggie prefers her heavy bag, and her sleep, so she’s perpetually in charge of breakfast and coffee.

And that works just perfectly for her.

But today, she doesn’t just pad out of the bedroom and find herself in the living room.

Today, she finds herself in the house Alex grew up in, in Midvale, and she smiles as she tip toes downstairs, taking her time to gaze at pictures of Alex and Kara in various stages of adolescence, her heart swelling with each moment.

She sneaks past James and Winn sprawled out in the living room, Winn wrapped in blankets upon blankets on the floor, limbs all akimbo, James taking up less space, arms above his head, breathing slowly on the couch.

She loves that Eliza and Jeremiah invited them all to Midvale to get away, to crash together at a beach house without having to shell out a half a month’s worth of rent, after their latest, decisive, victory against Cadmus. They certainly all needed it.

Maggie knows that of course she was invited – she’s Alex’s girlfriend, she was instrumental in rescuing Jeremiah, of course she was invited – but she can’t quiet get over the feeling of shock, the feeling of awe, that Kara and the other Superfriends seem to feel like she actually belongs. That she’s in the house her girlfriend grew up in and her parents aren’t threatening to run her out of town and back to wherever she came from for corrupting her daughter.

Quite the opposite; two of Alex’s parents are sitting quietly in the kitchen together, Jeremiah’s hand on Eliza’s, drinking coffee in whispers so as not to disturb their girls’ friends in the living room, and seemingly utterly unsurprised to see Maggie up so early, to see Maggie’s hair tousled like she’d had sex with their daughter in their daughter’s childhood bed – because oh, she did – to see Maggie in their house as part of something natural, as part of something good, as part of something right.

“Sorry to intrude, I didn’t think anyone would be up – ” Maggie whispers, and Jeremiah shakes his head at her and taps the kitchen’s bar stool next to him.

“When Alex was a girl, she’d wake up every morning to go surfing. She’d be quiet and considerate – too considerate, always, that girl – ” He smiles broadly, fondly, gratefully, when he sees Maggie nodding emphatically in agreement – “but I always knew, and I could never sleep while she was out there. She’s excellent, of course, I just…”

Maggie thinks about every time Alex goes into the field without her, and she nods.

“I know what you mean.”

Jeremiah smiles and Eliza sips at her coffee with her eyes glued to Maggie’s face, and Jeremiah shrugs. “The water’s too calm for her to get any good waves this morning, so she’ll be swimming. But still – I guess a decade of being locked away by Cadmus doesn’t kill all the old habits, huh?”

There’s a pattering of feet upstairs and Jeremiah chuckles.

“Well, the boys are about to get a rude awakening. Kara’s up.”

Maggie grins and Eliza sighs affectionately and sure enough, faster than humanly possible, Kara is downstairs and Winn is yelping and James is groaning and Jeremiah and Maggie are laughing because Kara is come on come on come on time to meet Alex on the beach, the beach, when do we get to go to the beach all together like this, and J’onn’s gonna meet us soon, come on come on!!

“Yeah, the beach is great, Kara, but when do we get to sleep?” Winn wants to know, yanking the blankets back over his head, but James leans down and rips them off, knowing it’s better to surrender than try to fight, because when Supergirl is determined, she gets her way; even moreso, Kara Danvers.

“Alright, alright! I’m up! It – Maggie, why are you already up? You’re making us look bad!”

“I think your bed hair’s already doing that for you, Schott.” Winn groans and his hand flies to his hair. “No, I’m joking, it’s cute.”

The banter and the teasing and the laughter and the sweet relief of just being together and not strapped into armor, lives about to be taken away at any moment, echoes throughout the house as Maggie slips into a bikini under one of Alex’s t-shirts and basketball shorts, as Winn slathers himself in sunscreen and Kara bounds through the house checking on everyone because are you ready yet are you ready yet are you ready yet.

When finally, everyone is, Kara squeals and leads the Superfriends – Jeremiah and Eliza elect to let the kids have their fun – way down to the beach, waving her arms wildly above her head and shouting to the figure way out in the water. “Alex! Alex! Alexxxxx!!!!”

Alex pauses and waves and does something with her hand that Maggie can’t see, but Kara can, of course. “She’s got five more lengths to go, she’ll be in soon,” she translates, and Maggie smiles at her girlfriend’s consistency, her girlfriend’s sheer power.

J’onn joins them as Alex is starting to swim back to shore, and he hugs Kara and covers Maggie’s bare shoulder with his hand, and Maggie beams, still unused to the growing fatherly affection from the man, but loving it.

“Nice shades, sir,” she tells him, and he gives her a rare grin.

“I quite like yours as well, Detective Sawyer.”

“What about me, J’onn? Do you like mine?”

“Mr. Schott, your sunglasses are no doubt calculated to make you look sophisticated and cool, which you might have been able to pull off if your swim trunks weren’t emblazoned with the crest of the House of El.”

James snorts and Maggie tries to hold down a chuckle. Winn brandishes the plastic shovel he’d brought to help him build the perfect sandcastle and splutters. “Well hey, listen, I’ll have you know that these shorts were super popular – ”

“In the sixth grade. Before your best friend was Supergirl.”

“Hey, Guardian, did anyone ask your opinion? Mr. Look at My Six Pack I’m So Cool I Don’t Even Need to – to – hey! Wow!”

Everyone turns to follow Winn’s gaze, and Maggie’s jaw drops and her knees go weak, because Alex is striding out of the water, body dripping, hair tossed just so, black bikini highlighting all the right things, a small, cocky grin on her face.

James whistles and Kara whoops and J’onn grins and Maggie just can’t speak, because Maggie’s whipping off her sunglasses to get a better view and Maggie’s brain is short-circuiting.

“Hot damn, Danvers!” Winn shouts, and then his eyes grow wide with giddy excitement. “Hot Damnvers!

James laughs and Kara groans and J’onn chuckles and Maggie gulps and Maggie wets her lips and tries to remember that little thing called breathing, because water droplets are dripping down Alex’s nearly naked body, and her eyes are fixed, only, on Maggie.

“I don’t care that my sister’s the one with the superpowers, I will personally throw you into space if you say that again, Schott,” Alex calls as she strides closer, and Maggie thinks she should try to speak, try to do something other than stare, other than let her jaw rest in the sand.

She inclines her head toward J’onn, not taking her eyes off Alex. “I um… your Earth daughter’s very… um… very beautiful, Director Henshaw.”

“Yeah, I’m sure beautiful was the word you were looking for, Sawyer,” James teases, and J’onn laughs.

“I’m sure you’re right, Mr. Olsen, but at least Detective Sawyer was raised with some level of decorum.”

“Yeah, you should’ve heard the sounds coming from Alex’s room last night, decorum my – ”

But Alex has reached them, now, and Alex is smacking Winn upside the head, and Winn is flinching and everyone is laughing and Alex is putting her hands on Maggie’s bare hips.

“See something you like, Sawyer?”

“Good god, Agent Danvers, can you not wait until I’ve had the chance to absent myself before you – you – ”

Everyone, even Alex, turns to J’onn, waiting for his wording, shocked because he’s never spluttered before.

“Seduces her girlfriend right in front of you?”

“Makes sweet love to her right here on the sand?”

“Right in front of her childhood home?”

“Because really, what else is vacation for if not to abandon your friends and bang your girlfriend?”

“I’m right here guys.”

“No one’s abandoning anyone, I can just take her right here right now, yall can stay or leave, I’m not particular, but it’s your call – ”

“Oh, yeah, real nice decorum, Sawyer – ”

“Lalalalala, I am not hearing any of this!”

“Good god, if this is why there were no beaches on Mars, I am eternally grateful.”

Paint Night

I wish my spurts of inspiration would come earlier in the week, but here we are. Enjoy, loves, and have a wonderful weekend. xo, CC


“I’ll be right down.”

Katniss lets go of the intercom button, looking in the mirror one last time before grabbing her keys and heading out the door. Second dates are rare for her, and she can’t help but feel more nervous than she did before their first date.

Because there are certain expectations for the second date, right?

She shakes the thought out of her head as she approaches his car, and smiles politely when he opens the door for her.

“Thanks, Darius.”

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title: Falling and Falling (Charles Xavier Imagine)

characters: reader x charles xavier, sister!reader x erik lensherr,

word count: 1,292

warnings : swearing (are you even surprised at this point?)

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ratherembarrassing  asked:

supercorp and 13. or 14. or 06. this list is a lot, i'm sorry i want them all.

ok you’re getting #13: stroking hair

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It starts out like any other weekend. They’re sitting on Kara’s couch, because Kara has the night off from everything, Supergirl included. There was brunch, and then coffee, and then Lena mentioned that she’d never seen an episode of Friends and Kara’s not even from this planet and she’s seen every single one.

“This show’s not bad,” Lena mutters thoughtfully.

“Not bad?” Kara says. “This show is iconic. I mean, I didn’t really get to watch it while it was on TV, but when I first came to stay with my family, it was in reruns all the time.”


Lena frowns, the way she always does when Kara mentions her past. Kara still hasn’t found the right balance of half-truths yet, when it comes to talking about her childhood in front of Lena. The sadness in Lena’s eyes tells Kara that she’s probably assuming the worst. She nudges Lena’s side, trying to change the subject. “I was such a dork, I wanted to get Rachel’s haircut for like a month before Alex talked me out of it.”

Lena tugs at the ends of Kara’s hair, playfully. “I think you could rock a Rachel, if you wanted.”


Kara hears herself laugh in an out-of-body sort of way, too loud and too big. “Yeah, eight years too late.”

“Nevertheless,” Lena says, laughingly. She reaches up and trails her fingertips along Kara’s hairline, then drags them across her scalp and over, combing through.

Kara’s response is instinctive: she shudders into her touch, eyes fluttering closed and it takes every last bit of her self-control to keep herself from sighing. Kryptonite may be her one weakness, but this is a close second.

When Kara opens her eyes, Lena’s watching her with a thoughtful look on her face. She cards through Kara’s hair once more, taking extra care to scratch a little at her scalp, and Kara feels like her whole body shivers. Having her hair played with always makes her so - she doesn’t even know the right word. It’s not sexual or anything like that but it’s intimate, making her feel soft and calm in a way she can’t quite articulate. Melty, like a popsicle on a hot day, like she could just fuse right with the couch if Lena kept playing with her hair like that.

“Sorry,” Kara whispers. “I’m really, um. Sensitive.”


She smiles, like it’s normal. Like she feels normal, and not dreamy and content and really connected to Lena. But then - gosh - Lena smiles back. “You know, as much as I loved Lex, he was terrible for working on my hairdressing skills.”

Lena gestures to the space on the floor in front of her, and Kara sits, settling her back against Lena’s crossed ankles. Lena braids her hair, twisting and combing out and twisting, over and over. Kara listens to Ross and Rachel bicker on the TV, and lets herself float away to the feel of Lena’s touch.

From Paris, With Love

Genre: Fluff?? Angst??

Characters: Jung Jaehyun x Reader

Warning/s: Some smut mentioned *blushes* and cursing.

A/N: Okay, I’m not sure what this is? This isn’t a request, but it’s been sitting in my computer for a while. I have a happier version of this, but I liked how the angst turned out to be. Anyways! Enjoy our lovely Jung Jaehyun! ❤︎

Originally posted by neotechs


Y/N has no idea what she’s doing in Paris right now.

Sure, Taeyong invited her as his childhood friend, but he was never aware of her unrequited love for him. He thinks that Y/N sees him as her older brother, but it is far from that.

Paris is the best location for sweet weddings, but it’s not fair for those who have no one to love. It’s called the city of love for a reason. Everywhere she looks, the couples are clinging onto each other like they couldn’t in South Korea.

Last night’s wedding bummed her out big time, and now, she’s in the hotel’s restaurant catching up with her food intake.

She got painfully drunk last night, that she actually ended up in someone else’s room.

And she was bare naked, too.

She groans as she remembers. Who in this beautiful city did I sleep with last night? The guy was actually taking a shower when she had woken up, and she shuffled her way out this morning to escape the embarrassment. She remembers the voice calling for her though, yet she didn’t turn around to take a good look at him.

“Hello,” a tall guy wearing jeans and a plain tee greets her with an adorable smile. “May I sit here?”

She nods, unable to say anything. That voice sounds way too familiar…

She peeks on the guy’s collarbone and finds a purpling mark that he is obviously trying to hide.

“Why did you run away this morning?” The male whispers lowly, sending chills down her spine.

I’m screwed.

“My name’s Jaehyun, by the way, in case you forgot,” he eats some of Y/N’s breakfast that she doesn’t touch anymore. “My real name’s Yoonoh, but whatever floats your boat.”

Y/N cannot believe her eyes. How did we end up having sex last night?

“We were both drunk as fuck,” Jaehyun informs her as she begins to look conflicted.

“You look lonely,” a tipsy Y/N elbowed the drinking Jaehyun beside her.

“My girlfriend just dumped me over the phone, then I heard a guy’s voice,”

“Maybe it’s her dad?”

“Telling her to come back to bed?” Jaehyun chuckled as Y/N frowned after hearing the next line.

“Well, she’s bullshit!” Y/N continued drinking her tequila, and then the loud music jammed throughout the venue.

“Come on, big boy, let’s dance!”

And so she pulled the unwilling Jaehyun on the dance floor. Right after she saw Taeyong and the bride’s sensual dance moves, she stopped moving and slumped despite her bleary eyesight.

Jaehyun noticed and turned to where Y/N was looking at.

“Hey,” Jaehyun tried to get her attention, but she was focused to the newlyweds’ erotic dance. Out of nowhere, he grabbed her face and passionately took the breath out of her.

“Make me forget about it,” Y/N pleaded as she tightly embraced his waist.

They abandoned the rest of the party, giving in to their deepest desires in bliss.

“I’m an embarrassing human being,” Y/N hides her face.

“You’re not,” Jaehyun disagrees. “You’re actually pretty good. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t have this hickey.” Jaehyun lowers his collar a bit.

“How can you remember? I can’t even remember a single thing!” Y/N mutters.

“Do you want me to remind you?” He leans into her ear and whispers.

“Shut up,” she whines as she bangs her head on the table.

“Shut it, sweetheart. Now, finish your food because we’re going to the Eiffel Tower today!” Jaehyun announces ecstatically.

“Said who?”

“I did! And it’s a date.”


Y/N promised to stay in touch with Jaehyun after that wonderful date around Champs-Élysées.  They took pictures, they held hands, they kissed, and they had a repeat performance of the previous night’s rendezvous.

Poor Jaehyun for holding on to her empty promises.

He receives no call from Y/N, even after five days of their return to Seoul. He could ask Taeyong, but it appears so that the female does not want to see him, nor does she want to involve herself with.

Still, it makes Jaehyun incredibly lonesome.

“Cheer up, hyung,” Mark pats his back before he prepares to go to university.

“Maybe I should go out now. I don’t think moping would be of any help.” He’s usually so cheery, but because of one girl who does not want to keep in touch after two amazing nights (at least to Jaehyun, it is), he is in a funk.

“Yeah, just go to Ten hyung’s bash later, hyung. I wish I can go, but I need to worry about my future.” Mark grumbles before tugging on his backpack and leaving their apartment.

So Jaehyun does go to Ten’s party, and it may have only consisted of some friends, which includes Taeyong and his new wife.

“Hey, Ten, I hope you don’t mind but I invited someone,” Taeyong sheepishly informs, his hands on his wife, Yerin.

“No problem, hyung! The more, the merrier! What’s your friend’s name?”

Jaehyun somehow wishes that Y/N’s name will come out of Taeyong’s mouth. He hopes that she will appear in front of Ten’s door, and she will see how miserable she has made Jaehyun by not reaching out to him.

“Her name’s Jennie,” Jaehyun downs his beer to hide his dissatisfaction.

“Sounds like a girl,” Yuta points out as he gets himself some chips.

“Because she is, stupid,” his girlfriend, Sorn, hits his head. Yuta groans in pain and asks for Sorn’s unneeded forgiveness, but she lets him anyway. That’s how nauseating they are.

Or maybe Jaehyun is just bitter.

“Ten, Jen says she’s here. Let me open the door.” Taeyong rushes to the main door of Ten’s house and opens it to reveal a tall brunette female along with a blonde one beside her.

“Hi, oppa,” Jennie greets Taeyong with a hug. “I hope you don’t mind, I brought some friends. This is Lisa, and I thought Ten and Yuta’s girlfriend would like to meet her because she’s Thai as well.”

Lisa and Ten both exchange pleasantries in their own language, and Ten’s smile has been worn since he saw her.

“Oh, and another friend came by. I finally forced her to come with us since she doesn’t want to leave the house since we came back from Paris,” Jennie fills in some information, but Jaehyun decides to drown it out. He does not expect to see Y/N anymore. “She’s just parking across the street.”

Taeyong smiles at the last friend’s appearance.

“Y/N, you finally came out of your hellhole!” Taeyong exclaims as he tackles the female with a hug.

And Jaehyun almost spits out the alcohol. Suddenly, he’s sober and all traces of his tipsiness is gone.

He turns his face away from the said female, hoping that she wouldn’t notice him. He may have expected her to come, but he hasn’t thought of what to say to her. Suddenly, all the questions in his mind are erased from him.

He misses her face, though. He traced her featured during the second night after she fell asleep, hoping that even if she leaves the next morning, he will remember the contours of her face, the high rise of her cheekbones, her dimples, and her wide eyes.

He remembers it surreally, and he so much wants to catch a glimpse of it once again.

Giving in to the temptation, Jaehyun decides to take just a little peek of her, and to his grimace, she is looking right back at her.

She looks utterly surprised, but relief is visible through her features. Jaehyun sees that her fists are balled, knuckles already turning white. Jaehyun looks away, once again feeling bitter after she completely cut him off after promising that she wouldn’t.

Don’t waver, Jung Jaehyun. Don’t.

The night goes on like that, with him stealing glances at Y/N and Y/N doing the same, and whenever their gazes meet, Jaehyun always turns away first.

It’s a cycle so cruel, but Jaehyun wants to make her feel how he did.

Jaehyun escapes the stuffy house. Yuta and Sorn are already drunk, but they’re the same as when they are not. They’re still overly cheesy and unnecessarily touchy. Ten is as well, flirting with the quiet newbie Lisa, who is now sleeping on his shoulder. Jennie is the only one sober, as she is assigned to drive home.

Y/N is nowhere to be found.

Jaehyun later finds her sitting on Ten’s yard, staring up at the night sky. She does not notice the intrusion of another person.

“Ah…” she slurs, pointing to the sky. “I hate myself.”

Jaehyun assumes that she’s intoxicated as well by the way she is speaking to herself.

“Because of your silly fears, you lost the chance with an amazing guy, Y/N,” she giggles to herself and chugs down the contents of her bottle. “He must hate me so much.”

Jaehyun decides not to speak, wanting to hear how she feels.

“I miss Jaehyun,” she suddenly sobs. “Moon, how come he doesn’t want to look at me? I pushed him away, right? Did he hate me because of that? I was afraid that it maybe something he doesn’t want to happen. Maybe it was only the sex that he liked, and I was afraid because I felt something special between us.”

Jaehyun suddenly feels relief wash his senses.

“Stars, can I have one wish, even if I’m selfish?” She does not receive an answer of course. “I wish Jaehyun won’t hate me anymore. I don’t know if I can explain this to him, but I really, really like him. Do you think he feels the same?”

“I don’t think the stars know the answer to that question,” Jaehyun finally makes his presence known, and in a flash, Y/N turns her head to him. “Only I know it.”

“You’re here,” she smiles, staying at where she’s seated in case he doesn’t want her to go to him.

“I was only waiting for you, Y/N,” Jaehyun sits beside her, taking ahold of her beer. “I would’ve understand, and it would’ve saved us a lot of heartbreak if you decided to confirm it with me first.”

Y/N remains silent, knowing that Jaehyun is right.

“I like you too, Y/N,” Jaehyun holds her face between his hands, in joy to finally touch her beauty. “Much more than you think. I can’t forget about you, and I didn’t want to. Those nights weren’t just usual nights for me, but what I felt when we were together was something that I’ve never felt before.”

Y/N smiles, then sobs afterwards and falls to his chest.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Jaehyun hushes her and holds her close.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologizes.

“It’s okay now, baby,” Jaehyun kisses the hollow of her temple. “I’m here now. We’re okay.”

Lucky Charm (Johnny)

Originally posted by exoticnctlife

plot: Johnny’s the cocky volleyball heartthrob and superstar at NCT School of Sports & Arts. He’s even got a fan club. But when you don’t seem to give a damn about him, that’s what piques his interest.

length: 1,742 words

genre: sports! high school! au

*a/n: this scenario is a part of a sports!au series I’m working on with @hot-damn-hanbin​ and is inspired by this post.

+ f/n = friend’s name

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Sansa might be pregnant in season 8 instead of Dany!

Originally posted by fangirltrashbaby

Dany having a targ baby narratively doesn’t make sense. I ultimately believe Dany’s character arc is going to get dark and I think last season was leaving us subtle hints towards that. If Dany ended up winning the hearts of the people of Westeros, marrying Jon, having a targ baby and ruling the Irone Throne there would be no growth or lessons learned for her character. She would get everything she ever wanted and that’s not how Game of Thrones works.

There are lessons that the show is trying to teach us and one of the main lessons is that those who seek power are the least deserving of it. Seeking power has been Daenerys only goal since season 1. Even if she had good intentions, I believe her seeking the Iron Throne will be her ultimate demise in season 8. So if my theory is correct and Dany does turn dark for season 8, where does a targ baby come in? Do you really see Westeros embracing a future Targaryen heir even though for the entire series most of Westeros has feared the legacy of Targaryens? I don’t think so. Do you see Dany and Jon bonding over a Targaryen baby and even getting married because of it? I don’t think so.

The way that Jon and Dany’s relationship played out on the show and the constant interest in Dany’s fertility abilities makes me call b.s on the story they are trying to sell us. Game of Thrones, a show known for literally doing the absolute most unexpected things, will all of a sudden “reveal” all of their cards for the last season of one of the most popular television series of ALL TIME …?!🙄 Not buying it for a second.

Instead I think Jon and Sansa will be endgame and Sansa might be the one who ends up pregnant. Call me crazy, but if you look at it, it makes perfect sense for Sansa’s story. Here is why:

1. Producing an heir has always been apart of her storyline.

From literally the first or second episode of the series you have Sansa say that she wants to marry Joffrey and give him babies. You also have Sansa in different relationships not only for her name but for the purpose to produce heirs! Don’t even get me started on Cersei!!! All those character forming scenes that she had with Cersei about being a future queen, sex and motherhood. They dedicated a whole scene with Sansa getting her PERIOD!!! Her freaking period, with Sansa literally tearing into her bedsheet afraid of the burden of giving Joffrey a child. No one can tell me that those scenes aren’t important or relevant to where her character is going.( This is not to say that all Sansa is good for is to produce an heir for a king! She’s way way way more than that and has proven herself to be brilliant, compassionate and independent! I just think pregnancy is apart of her story.)

2. It’s unexpected for both Sansa and the audience.

Another reason why I think Sansa might get pregnant is because it’s unexpected. Sansa finding love with Jon will be totally unexpected to her. Her getting pregnant will be the icing on top of the cake. Yes, love and children are things that deep down Sansa wants but is that her focus right now? No. Is Sansa wounded, disillusioned by her childhood dreams and probably thinks it doesn’t exist. Yes. Would it be full circle and ironic AF for Sansa to not only get love, but to also have a child after the most tragic events and quite frankly not even wanting/believing she could have those things anymore? Absolutely!!! This would also be something the audience would not expect AT ALL!!

Like I said I’m just speculating here,but for anyone on the show to get pregnant and for it to narratively make sense, the only person I can see it being is Sansa.

Childhood Friends

Request: Could you write one where the reader is kind of like a fairy and she’s been deserted on earth? The avengers are looking for her before hydra gets to her but she’s afraid of everyone and a bit shy. Wanda manages to track her down and when they find her she’s too afraid to go to them but when she sees Thor and Loki with the team she recognizes them as her childhood friends and she runs right to them. 

Warnings: I don’t really know anything about Thor so.. But I still love him.

Originally posted by thorduna

weren’t really a fairy. But your petite figure and magical powers sometimes made people think otherwise. You really didn’t know how you had ended up in such a strange place, but, people kept giving you odd looks.

Even after having been there for months, and things had seemed to be going fine, until..

One day you got a heavy knock on your door, so you approached it with cation. This may have been the first time someone had knocked in your door here.
You jumped up a little so you could see who it was from the hole in the door. Having failed that attempt you creaked the door open the slightest bit and looked out. You were met with someone’s elbow in your face. Holy crap where they tall. You looked up and saw the mans face. He had dirty blonde hair and a determined look on his face. (Btw its Steve it wasn’t obvious idk)

You whimpered slightly at his appearance and used your powers to shut the door.

You weren’t quite as brave as the others from Asgard, and you were deeply in need of some protection.
You locked the door and sat down. You didn’t know who this man was, he was about two feet taller than you, and he looked like he could easily take you away.

You frowned, sat down at on your little couch and started thinking about who this man could be, and hoping you would never see him again.


You hadn’t seen the man for a week since that day, and you had almost forgotten about him.

You were walking on the street searching for a place to buy some food when..

“Y/N?” You heard a voice from behind you. You turned around quickly and saw a pretty brunette girl behind you. You walked backward a few steps until you were backed into a place alone with her.

You looked behind you for a second, and when you looked forward there was a group of people behind her. You were terrified. Who are these people? Why were they following you?

Then you saw the same man from earlier. When he attempted to walk closer to you you created a ring of fire surrounding you, and he jumped back.

“Steve” Someone called from behind him.

“Y/N?” The fire stopped immediately and you stood up.

“T-Thor?!” You ran up and hugged him. It was the first of anyone you knew here on ‘earth’

“Y/N/N!” He said as you hugged him. “We were so worried!!”

You turned for a moment and then saw Loki.

“Loki!” You hugged him as well.

“You, know each-other?” Steve said, pointed at each of you.

“Childhood Friends” Loki replied.

Thor was now slightly in front of you in a protective manner.

“Y/N, Will you come with us?” Thor asked you lightly.

You looked up into his eyes for a moment, and then nodded.

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Big Bang members as kdrama characters (Age of youth style):

Five friends who used to live together. Five different stories. When Daesung recovers after break-up, he unexpectly meets mysterious woman and falls in love with her right away. Seungri visits Japan and coincidentally finds his childhood friend. Meanwhile Taeynag tries to deal with a fact that his college friend and girl that he loves is going to marry Jiyong who doesn’t even know the truth. After awful heartbreak Seunghyun struggles with his fear of getting hurt again.

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you've done one like this before, but could you maybe do a fic where Karen has been trying to avoid Frank because she has a bruise and or cuts due to investigating too far into something and she knows Frank will get angry, however he finally catches up to her? (Your writing has given me lots of late nights by the way I can't get enough)

It’s a habit she has, gazing at herself in the mirror before bed, trying to find answers in the shadows under her eyes. The bathroom feels strange after she steps out of the shower. Cocoon-like, warm and close. It feels like a time capsule straight from her childhood. The tile here is different though, pristine and white. She tries to focus on the difference, but it’s futile. She can hear her mother crying softly in the echoey bathroom, can see the way she’d gently dabbed at her own cuts and bruises in the soft light. The memory sends anger surging through Karen, and she tries to blink it away, but her reflection doesn’t lie. There are unwelcome flashes of her father swimming in the blue depths of her eyes, a hint of violence simmering just below the surface. It’s hard to push it away, to breathe deeply and ignore what’s been taken from her… what she’s taken.

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Klutz

Summary: she thinks her boyfriend is just clumsy. He’s okay with that.

I hope you guys like this, not quite sure how I feel about it (:


Reader’s POV

I stand outside the door with my arms crossed over my chest, waiting for Shawn to finish locking it. I know he’s purposely taking a long time fiddling with the key just to annoy my bad mood and me. I huff dramatically and catch the corner of his lip twitch, trying to suppress a smile for fear of my infamous temper. I stare daggers at him as he fumbles around trying to find the key to the door out of all of three keys on his lanyard. After ages, he finally fits the key in the lock, slowly turns it, and tucks the lanyard back in his pocket.

“You forgot to wish me a happy 50th birthday somewhere in there,” I say as Shawn turns to me.

He rolls his eyes, grabbing my hand and starting towards the door. Shawn opens his mouth to say something but, before he gets the chance, his foot catches on…absolutely nothing. He stumbles a couple steps forward, trying to regain his balance so as to avoid falling on his face. Having not let go of my hand, I’m dragged along with him as he takes a ridiculous amount of effort to steady himself again.

Shawn catches his breath, pausing for a moment before glancing down at me. I look at our intertwined hands and back up at my boyfriend and feel a giddy laughter pass my lips.

 - 

Shawn’s POV 

My fingers pass the right key for what’s likely the tenth time as I sneak a glance at her. She’s tapping her foot impatiently and shaking her head microscopically. I look back down at the keys and hear her sigh irritably. I try to push down the smile that’s working its way to my mouth but I can feel my lips turn upward anyway. It’s taking everything I have not to laugh but she’s known for her temper and I know that probably the last thing I should do is exactly that. I fit the key in the lock and twist it before pocketing my lanyard again and turning to her, rolling my eyes as she teases me.

 

“You forgot to wish me a happy 50th birthday somewhere in there.”

 

I roll my eyes and take her hand in mine. I know she’s in a bad mood tonight because I take forever to get ready. I hate seeing her in bad moods, especially when it’s because of me, and I hate that there’s nothing I can do to fix it. Maybe I can do the next best thing, though.

 

So I wait until she turns to me, anticipating a response, and I drag my foot against the floor, setting myself off balance and staggering forward a little over a meter. I keep a tight grip on her hand whilst I animatedly trip over myself, drawing her along with me for the several feet it takes me to recover. Finally, I stand fully again and peek down at her, waiting for her reaction. Her eyes flick down to our joined hands momentarily before settling on my face and I get what I’m waiting for; a gorgeous laugh bubbles from her lips, bringing a goofy smile to my face along with it.


Reader’s POV

It’s been the sort of day that just makes you feel hollow inside. I have long since surpassed the simple feeling of sadness or morose, and the place I’m at now is foreign to me just as much as it is dark and scary. First, I got the phone call earlier that my childhood dog, my best friend for over half of my life, had been run over by the neighbor. In an attempt to distract myself from this, I figured I’d work on an essay I had due soon, so I logged into my school account only to get a notification that midterm grades were in and I had, of course, failed miserably. And, to top this all off, there was the cherry on top: my grandmother had had a heart attack and was in the hospital, 2000 miles away from me. I was willing to bet my dad or mom had already called Shawn and filled him in on everything, based on the constant calls I had been ignoring. I knew it was unfair to him to be so unresponsive as he was only trying to help, and I knew that by avoiding his calls, he’d feel obligated to leave the studio and come comfort me. That’s the last thing I wanted him to do since he had an upcoming album release fast approaching, but I couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone and reopen all those wounds. Somewhere in my blank state of mind, my thoughts register the sound of keys jingling and the door opening. The next thing I know, Shawn is rushing to where I sit curled up on the love sofa with makeup smudged across my face and an empty box of tissues next to me. He sits by me and pulls me into a hug. I allow myself to be held in his firm grip as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. The tears start spilling down my face again and splashing onto his shirt. He strokes my hair as he holds me against him and I let the tears fall for several minutes. Shawn readjusts us so we’re lying on the sofa and rubs my back. He waits till I’ve cried myself dry and I’m feeling a bit drowsy, and he’s still there as I feel my eyelids flutter and begin to drift off.

When I wake up, Shawn’s perched on the armrest of the sofa, carefully watching me, looking somber. When he notices that my eyes are open, he walks over and kneels in front of me.

“Hey,” he says, smiling sadly.

I swallow back the lump in my throat as I remember the events of earlier today. “I’m sorry.”

Shawn looks lost. “For what?”

“I made you come back from the studio early,” I elaborate.

He shakes his head frantically. “Shh..” he murmurs, reaching out to tuck my hair behind my ear. “You didn’t make me do anything. This is more important.”

With that, he bends over and delicately picks me up. He walks us over to the bathroom, me in his arms, gently nudging open the door with his foot, and he’s carrying me so safely in his arms, like I’m the most fragile thing on the planet.

Shawn sets me down on my feet, but keeps a steady arm around me. He helps me pull off the clothes that are drenched in sweat from a restless sleep and tosses them in the hamper before turning to me again. I take his arm as he offers it to me, and step into the tub. Shawn lowers me in with care, before crouching down beside me.

“I will be right back. Thirty seconds, tops. Promise.”

I nod and he exits the bathroom in a hurry. I sigh to myself, staring up at the ceiling. Less than half a minute later, he knocks quietly before entering with a pint of my favorite ice cream and a spoon in hand. I smile as he sets it down on the edge of the bath. He always knows exactly what to do to make things better, and this is only proven again as he turns around to close the door and his foot hooks on the trash bin. The barrier makes him topple forward, and he grabs the wall quickly to steady himself, but it’s too late. The giggle has already passed through my lips and it only doubles as he turns around and glares at me playfully, but he can’t hold back a smile either. I’d be smiling, too, if I were he. Why? Because, he’s just succeeded in the impossible; he’s made me laugh when I thought I never would again.

 -

Shawn’s POV

I hang up the phone and feel my heart clench in my chest painfully. I’d just gotten off the phone with her father, who’d called to tell me a heap of bad news, not just for the sake of depressing me, but to give me an idea of the kind of state his daughter would be in. Since we both knew that she would rather die before feeling like an inconvenience of any sort, both her father and I had figured­– correctly– that she would avoid calling me as well as avoid my calls. If it had been anything minor, I would’ve been a little peeved that she wouldn’t stop being independent for half a minute so I could comfort her, but, no, it was this pile of negativity that I’m sure was drowning her. I’d already been a little suspicious earlier when she’d missed two of my calls, but I’d chalked it up to her just taking a nap or something along those lines.

 

But the call had told me everything I’d needed to know, so I’d informed Andrew and Geoff that I needed to go and sprinted out the door to my car. The entire car ride is silent, an odd thing for me as I can never go two minutes without some sort of music, but too much is occupying my mind right now. All I can think about is what a dark place she must be in right now, worrying about her grandmother dying and mourning the loss of her childhood best friend and, between everything, not even being able to take an extra breath to think of anything positive. My chest squeezes painfully. My heart breaks at the thought of her right now, and I’d be willing to bet that there’s only one person more upset than me right now, and that’s her. I hate the feeling of helplessness I get whenever she’s even on the verge of crying almost as much as I hate the thought of her crying.

 

Finally reaching the door, I burst in and make a beeline for where she’s curled up on the love sofa, looking like a beautiful mess. I waste no time in wrapping her up in my arms, pulling her close to me and rocking her back and forth. Her hands grasp at the fabric of my shirt and she breaks down. I can feel her hot tears seeping through the material and I only hold her tighter. I hold her until I see sleep taking over and I shift on the couch so I can rub her back until she falls asleep. I trace patterns on her back for a few minutes after she’s dozed off before gently extracting myself from her and standing. I make way for the bathroom, turning the faucet on warm and checking the temperature to make sure it’s perfect for her. The vanilla scent from the bubble bath fills my nose as I squirt some into the tub. Behind me, I scan the box of bath bombs we have right now before selecting a sparkly golden one and depositing it in the bathtub. Once I’m sure the bath is perfect for her, I head back to the living room and sit on the edge of the couch, admiring how peaceful she looks when nothing from this world can touch her. The first couple minutes of her nap she’d been very restless, kicking and thrashing, but she’s calmed down significantly since. She’s gorgeous, in every way possible, and I want to scream when I think about how sad she’ll be when sleep releases her. I sigh at this thought, just as her eyes flicker open and she peeks up at me. I walk around the sofa, kneeling in front of her.

 

“Hey,” I say. Her eyes are so gorgeous. I try my best at a genuine smile, but it turns out as a weak smile that guests would give at a funeral.

 

I silently curse myself because the smile seems to have triggered her memory. She swallows and I wait patiently for a response. “I’m sorry.”

 

What? Confused, I answer: “For what?”

 

“I made you come back from the studio early,” she explains.

 

Oh no. I shake my head furiously, desperate to crush this misconception. I can’t let her think that. “Shh..” I mutter and reach out to tuck a stray piece of her hair behind her ear. She is so beautiful. “You didn’t make me do anything. This is more important.”

 

I don’t let her protest, instead crouching down to lift her into my arms and walking us to the bathroom. I push open the door with my foot and gently set her down on her feet before helping her pull off her sweatpants and baggy T-shirt. She settles in the tub with a little bit of help and I lean down.

 

“I will be right back. Thirty seconds, tops. Promise.”

 

I rush out of the steaming bathroom and pull open the freezer, grabbing the pint of her favorite ice cream I’d bought yesterday. Quickly, I take a spoon from the drawer, slamming it shut with my outer thigh and running back to the bathroom in record speed. A little breathless, I place the spoon and ice cream on the rim of the bathtub and spin around to close the door, making extra sure my foot connects with the trashcan on the way. Immediately, I feel myself lose my balance and stumble forward a couple steps. Along the way, I hear what I was waiting for. Her laugh reaches my ears and warms my heart. Music to my ears. Grabbing the wall for support, I turn to give her a goofy glare, failing to suppress the smile that she always brings to my face. This only makes her laugh harder, and it gives me tingles. I wouldn’t mind tripping every time I take a step if it means getting to hear my favorite sound on the planet more often. I swear one day, that laugh will be in a song.


Reader’s POV

Today was perfect, much like the man I had spent it with. At the thought of Shawn, I glance up at him next to me. He tips his head downward a little to acknowledge me and squeezes my hand a little tighter. A dorky smile breaks out on my face as I look at him. I hope I get to marry this man someday. I love him and all of his quirks. I love his kind heart, his determination, his humor, his habits, his goals, his clumsiness…I shake my head as I think of this and reach over to shove Shawn slightly. He blows the nudge way out of proportion, staggering forward about six steps and toppling to the ground. Passersby gaze on curiously, and, for a second, I’m worried I actually hurt him as he waits for me to approach him. This notion quickly dissolves, however, as I stop right before him and his not-so-graceful fall turns into a kneel. Not just any kneel, however. The kneel. I gasp as he takes both of my hands in his. Onlookers stop and stare.

“Shawn…” I whisper.

“For every single day since I’ve met you, you have made me the happiest man alive. Everything from your smile to your eyes to your body is beautiful. You belong in a museum. Your ambition and dreams never fail to amaze me. Your thoughtfulness, compassion, and soul will always serve to remind me how lucky I am to have you. You are a beautiful spirit, inside and out. You light up my world. I could write songs about you for an eternity. I love everything about you, from your intelligence, to your adventurous mind, to your laugh. God, your laugh…I love your laugh, and I love making you laugh even more. It’s my favorite sound. I always get so proud when I can make you laugh; it’s weird.” He grins sheepishly and lets out a nervous laugh. “I love your quirky habits, your curiosity, even your bad moods. I’d still call myself the luckiest man on Earth if I got to deal with your temper every day. You are so vibrant, and you color my world in impossible ways. I love you, so much.” I feel the tears welling up behind my eyes as he takes a deep breath. “So…will you do me the biggest honor I could have, and be my wife?”

I nod my head frantically as I say the biggest yes of my life and watch through blurred vision as he slips the gorgeous ring on my finger. I grab his shoulders, pulling him up for a kiss, which he gratefully accepts, his hands going to my elbows. The small crowd around us begins clapping and I pull away, glancing down at the ring on my finger that, in every way, just seemed Shawn. Looking back up at him, I smile happily and pull him in for another kiss.

 -

Shawn’s POV

The only thing I can think about is how much I hope she can’t feel how sweaty my hand is, or how badly my arm is shaking, because I can’t even remember how to walk properly. I feel her glance up at me and I can sense her smile, but I don’t dare look at her directly for fear she’ll see something’s up. I am so in love with her, with every part of her. I tilt my head toward her and tighten my grip on her hand, more for my sake than hers as I reach my other hand behind me to grab the small velvet box from my back pocket. I’m nervous beyond my wits. All of a sudden, I feel her bump into me slightly and, in that instant, I know it’s now or never. My nerves fade away momentarily as I make a big show of staggering around before falling to the ground. I wait patiently for her to approach me, ignoring the prying eyes around us. When I can sense her right in front of me, I settle myself into a kneeling position on one leg. She gasps and I take both of her hands in mine.

 

I hear her whisper my name, and it sparks my intention. I swallow back the lump working its way up my throat and open my mouth.

 

“For every single day since I’ve met you, you have made me the happiest man alive. Everything from your smile to your eyes to your hair is beautiful. You belong in a museum. Your ambition and dreams never fail to amaze me. Your thoughtfulness, compassion, and soul will always serve to remind me how lucky I am to have you. You are a beautiful spirit, inside and out. You light up my world. I could write songs about you for an eternity. I love everything about you, from your intelligence, to your adventurous mind, to your laugh. God, your laugh…I love your laugh, and I love making you laugh even more. It’s my favorite sound. I always get so proud when I can make you laugh; it’s weird. I love your quirky habits, your curiosity, even your bad moods. I’d still call myself the luckiest man on Earth if I got to deal with your temper every day. You are so vibrant, and you color my world in impossible ways. I love you, so much.” I can see the tears in her eyes at this point and I’m sure mine are visible as well. I press on, feeling more nauseous than ever as I finally ask: “So…will you do me the biggest honor I could have, and be my wife?”

 

Somewhere through the nerves, I register her nodding and her lips forming the most beautiful yes I’d heard in my entire life. The people around us clap and I feel her hands on my shoulders. I accept the kiss graciously. She pulls back a little and looks down at the ring I’d picked out. Everything about it had just screamed her name. I admire her as she stares at it. She has a gorgeous glow surrounding her and I feel myself grin in adoration. I get to marry this woman. I really am the luckiest man on the planet. I’m in a sort of daze as she pulls me back in for another kiss. She’s got my heart, for sure, and there will be no getting it back. That much is easy to see. I’m hopelessly and entirely in love with her; I’m a klutz in love.

Neither siblings look good in the My Immortal Memoir fight

Rose should not have

- Lied about being Native American

- Lied about the foster situation and her intention for writing my immortal

- Lied about her brother to use the sob story to make money


Her brother should not have

- Allowed her to be doxxed

- Shared their email conversation

- Told private details about her life and shared her photo


This is a messy story and both siblings from a terrible childhood have not handled this well, they both have a reason to be mad at one another.


HOWEVER, I choose to believe her brother is more in the right than her given she was faking his childhood trauma—even though he had different traumas from his childhood—to make herself simultaneous victim and hero and she used being Cree to make it hard to criticise her without outrage from the tumblr community. She is a liar and she tried to manipulate everyone to make money. He is a dick for letting her address and personal information get spread.

This memoir should have never been written. This family dispute should have never been public.


Right now I chose not to believe she wrote My Immortal given she lied about everything else. Tara is still out there, laughing

This is a more personal post than I usually make on this blog, but today is Gilda’s 71st birthday, and I just wanted to make a post to recognize and thank her for the impact she has had on my life. I have been a fan of Gilda since I was a shaggy haired, snotty-nosed little 4 year old. I used to watch old SNL episodes and I was enthralled with Gilda. I spent hours at a time imitating her characters to try and make people laugh and be happy. I saw how much joy Gilda brought people and I knew that’s what I wanted to do when I grew up. Over my life Gilda has helped me in many ways. Her words of wisdom always seemed to give me the exact advice I needed at the exact right time. I read and watched interviews where she talked about her childhood and her life and in that I found a person I could truly connect to. I saw myself in her stories of eating disorders, teenage awkwardness, neurosis, etc. I saw that we went through many of the same struggles and it gave me the strength to push forward. If Gilda was strong enough, I would be strong enough, too. By 15, I more seriously started perusing acting. I did a couple improv shows, I got a few parts in plays, I performed theatre for children. Every time I stepped offstage I had a smile on my face and a warmth in my heart. I knew I was were I needed to be, I was doing what I had dreamed since I was 4 years old.
Today, as a shaggy haired, snotty-nosed 18 year old, I have just finished my Freshman year of college as a Theatre major. A few days ago, a girl came up to me and told me that she came to see one of the shows I was in and that show is the reason she decided to become a Theatre major.
All this to say: thank you, Gilda. Thank you for inspiring me, thank you for giving me strength, Thank you for teaching me that life is funny and it’s important to laugh, thank you for shaping me into the person I am today. Happy 71st Birthday, Gilda Radner✨