seriously you don't even know how much i cried during this

Bad Reputation (J.A)

Description - Everybody is against Jack dating you because of your past.
Song - Bad Reputation by Shawn Mendes
Warnings - angst, swearing, mentions of physical abuse
A/N - this is set in an A/U universe where all of the boys went to the same high school and all grew up in the same hometown in L.A, but besides that everything else is the same

“ She got a bad reputation
She takes the long way home ”

“Where have you been?” Corbyn asked as Jack subtly walked into their shared house. Jack glanced up and took notice of all of the boys staring at him, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

“What is this? An intervention?” Jack scoffed, locking the door and shoving his hands into his pockets.

“You could say that,” Jonah huffed. Jack rolled his eyes and took a few more steps into the house.

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Three years ago I was dealing with a bout of depression. It was not unusual, I’ve had depression and anxiety for almost as long as I can remember. But this bout followed my thirtieth birthday. I was not upset about turning thirty. I did not think my life was over or that my youth was behind me. Rather, I was in the middle of an amazing year full of the freedom that came with stepping away from religious oppression, finding my own faith and defining what that meant to me, and coming off of a year of painful fertility drugs and the decision not to continue treatment. I’d honestly never felt better.

And yet … depression.

I got that apathetic kind of depression where nothing seems fun or exciting or even remotely attention grabbing enough to pull me out of bed. I was just … stuck. I was missing something. 

As I do when I’m in a depression, I binged watched things. On a random Saturday, I stumbled upon Deathly Hallows Part One playing on ABC Family, likely during one of their marathons. 

“God I forgot how much I fucking love these movies.”

I’d seen almost every one in theatre. He-Man had read the books religiously (and even worked at a book store during the release of the first few). I knew the general plot because he is utterly incapable of NOT sharing things with me when he’s reading. So when the movies came out, of course we went. He fumed and fumed in his seat over missing characters and twisted plotlines, and I laughed and laughed until some random kid behind me loudly whispered to his friend “That’s the one that dies at the end” when Cedric Diggory first appeared on screen. (Seriously. WTF, you little brat?)

Rather than read the books, I’d spent time playing on Pottermore and the wiki pages learning ingredients to potions and the etymology behind the spells. I loved the world that JKR created, but I suck when it comes to reading fiction. My attention span (especially in my twenties) was garbage. 

So in the last week of June 2014, I borrowed my mother-in-law’s DVDs of the movies and binged them all. I laughed, I cried, I FELT something for the first time in weeks. Emotions. Feeling. Life. Magic. 

“I want to read the books now. I need to read the books.”

So I read them. I read several chapters every night out loud while my husband played video games. I laughed when he cried. He laughed when I cried. I did voices, and we argued over exactly how pompous Lockhart should sound. I gasped during parts that were not in the movies. “Why is Molly being such a bitch to Sirius?” “Wait, who are all these other elves?” “Dumbledore’s a shit. I’m glad he’s dead!” “OMG Tonks. OMG Fred. OMG Remus. OMG I hate this so much.”

And I loved it.

I loved it so much. 

I felt like an addict waiting for my husband to get home each night so I could keep reading. I begged him, “Just two more chapters. I’m almost done with this book!” even as I LITERALLY lost my voice in the middle of Deathly Hallows. 

Then, like magic, I remembered that the story didn’t have to end. I’d been RPing written stories with friends for two decades, and I’d stumbled into fanfiction from time to time. So I knew what sites to go to.

I read epilogue continuations first. I wanted to know what happened after. Then I thought, “I wonder what if …?” And I fell head first into the deep end of Dramione, Marauders, and a crap ton of Marriage Law and Time-Turner fics.

“I have an idea. I want to be apart of this. I think I have a story in me.”

And three years later, I have a life. A hobby. A PASSION. I’ve made amazing friends, rebuilt a really fucked up self esteem and sense of pride, learned a lot about grammar and story structure, and helped to add building blocks to a fandom that saved me. 

I can’t believe it’s been three years.

Thank you all, for some of the best three years of my life.

♥♥♥ Shaya ♥♥♥

anonymous asked:

I see, there are a lot quest about kojima haruna so i see at her grad stage that aki-p write her letter,if u don't mind can u translate that?and there is vtr show some member comment for her like from paruru,izurina and the other can u translate that too

From the VTR: 

Yokoyama Yui’s excerpt from something she said to Kojima on her seitansai last year; 
“By the makeup-artists and the staff, we would always get told, “whenever you borrow and then give back something where there’s written “Kojiharu” on it, be sure to properly express gratitude to her”. Now, as a person, that’s just good manners, it’s obvious we’d do that, but I also realized that it is something maybe we don’t really always get the chance to do. But then,  by following those instructions for the past 10 years, and by seeing you doing just the same, I realized what an amazing person you also are not only on the outside, by showing off this cool attitude and beautiful looks, but also on the inside.”

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anonymous asked:

Part 2 of Takao's fem best friend's unrequited love please?? An extra req, if you're gonna do a time skip, can you pls not make it longer than two months? I'd like those emotions to be raw, esp right after Takao knows of her feelings ^^ Thank you!

Anonymous said: Takao anon here! Yes, I’m the original anon who requested the first scenario. Um, honestly, I can’t think of any general plot for this 2nd one; all I actually want is a continuation of the 1st scenario, with more angst before the happy ending~ and yep, I want Takao to return his best friend’s feelings! ^^ So aside from the 2-month specified time, angst+happy ending, and Takao returning (maybe realizing his hidden feelings for her?) that love, like you said, I allow you to do whatever you want. 

I hope you’re not mad at me for delaying this for so long! I honestly don’t know how to feel about this, but here it is, I really hope it’s satisfactory. Since you like the feelings raw, I didn’t put a time skip. Thank you for your patience!

This is a continuation to this story here. You are heavily suggested to proceed only after reading the first part. Female!Reader ahead for consistency. 

It Was Always You by Maroon 5

Originally posted by grrungegoddess

Stupid stupid stupid stupid, he thinks, hands balled into fists at how completely idiotic he is. He should’ve just straightaway ran to your house instead of asking your friends, waiting for them to pick the phone up to ask them where you were, if you were partying with them—that way, he could’ve caught you before it got dark. Although he’s close to your family as your best friend, how is he supposed to knock on the door to your home at nearly midnight? 

What is he going to say if your parents open the front door?

What is he going to say if you are the one who opens the door?

Takao sighs, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his dress shirt and loosening his tie. His hair sticks on his face from sweat, but in contrast to his slightly ragged breath and the sensation of the cold air against his damp skin, his mind is numb. 

He can see your bedroom window from here. It’s dark. You’re probably asleep. The idea of throwing rocks at your window is quickly discarded—you most likely don’t want to look at him in the face again.

The glare of his phone catches his eye and tells him that his girlfriend is looking for him: ten missed calls and a couple dozen of texts, gradually changing tone from sweet questions of where he’s at to a storm of textual rage. He turns off the device—she’s the least of his concerns right now. Takao sits on your empty porch with empty eyes and a rabbit heart as his mind flashes him images of the last few times he hung out with you.

When he can only recall conversations about his relationship and that forced smile on your face, he curses. 

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he says to himself, feeling as if his heart is in the fist of a phantom hand, painfully clenching the organ. 

The two of you don’t even talk to each other these days—at least nothing of substance like your usual deep or humorous exchanges. Since the end of his second year in Shuutoku, which is around the time he found his “soulmate” (Takao swallows bitterness at the word—how did he have the gall to use it so lightly?), the conversations he shared with you were shallow banter with him mostly talking about his girlfriend and you having to listen. He’d ask for relationship advice, what a girl likes, where to take her on dates. 

You were probably forcing laughter, faking smiles, crying yourself to sleep when you’re alone.

Takao let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. The night is dark and quiet save for the occasional gust of wind and sounds of crickets singing between the grass, but his mind is loud and disorganized: a mix of realization, question, and self-deprecation. The way you looked at him when he talks, how other people seem to let their gazes linger on you and him—everybody knew, even Midorima noticed, for heaven’s sake. How could he miss the signs? How could he be so blinded, even when he was the one that told you “nothing is going to change” when he got a girlfriend?

If only he could go back in time and punch himself in the face for saying that to you. It obviously turned out to be a lie, no matter how he didn’t mean it to be one. He didn’t just replace you, he made you suffer by putting it in your face for at least one year and you say a single word against it.

He blinks, and a tear slowly makes its way down his cheek. It takes a moment for Takao to realize that he’s crying, but when he does, a wave of thoughts darker than the sky he’s under flood his mind: there’s no way you don’t hate him right now, not when he’s caused you nothing but pain for a long time. That’s why you didn’t talk to him after the graduation ceremony, that’s why you’ve been rejecting his offers to lunch together, that’s why you’ve been oddly quiet whenever the two of you hung out. 

He remembers the big game Shuutoku won and how he doesn’t recall you congratulating him. It must’ve been since then. He must’ve hurt you so much without realizing, like the Prince in The Little Mermaid and how he asked her to dance the night away, not knowing of the swords she feels like she’s stepping on. And like the Prince, too, he discarded her for another, despite the sacrifices she has made and the pain she must endure.

Then, he thinks about what will happen next. His apology won’t be enough, not after what you’ve been through. You’ll grow to despise him, cutting him off from your life like removing a parasitic infection—that’s what he’s been anyway, sucking the life and love out of you. You won’t look at him in the face again when you pass by each other on the street. He might have his girlfriend in one arm, but the thought of him not being in your life coils a rope in his chest.

And when he thinks of you having another person by your side, someone who shares kisses with you, someone who gets to make you smile and laugh, the only one who is allowed to hold you in their arms—and that someone is not him…

Takao feels like he’s been physically hurt, but there are no wounds on his skin to show.

He spends the rest of the night punishing himself in the chest with these thoughts sharp as blade, bleeding tears into the night until he’s too tired to stay awake.

You wake up the next morning with puffy red eyes, gauging that it is approaching afternoon by the strong sunlight that enters your bedroom. The weight of your heavy heart is somewhat diminished, not only by the fact that you cried your eyes out the night before, but also by the faint feeling of hunger. After brushing your teeth and a brisk shower, you change into clean T-shirt and shorts, not bothering to conceal your swollen eyes since you’re staying at home for the rest of the day.

Your parents should already be away for work at this time of the day, leaving you alone in your house. Your assumptions are confirmed when you walk downstairs to find silence—even the television is off. 

So when you enter the kitchen to find Takao, sitting with a plate of half-eaten toast in front of him, you gasp as if you’ve seen a ghost.

He does look ghastly, his paler face contrasting to the marks under his eyes. He shows signs of surprise as well when he sees you, which quickly dissolves into hesitance. He’s here with the full intention of talking to you, apologizing, telling you how stupid he was and how he realizes he doesn’t want a life without you—

—you don’t even know he knows.


“__________-chan,” he says with a start—weird since he’s the one barging in your house. He realizes your swollen eyes and remembers that he spent the night crying too, but he can only hope that you don’t notice.

“What are you—how did you get it?” You look at the front door and back at him again, positive that the entrance is properly locked.

“Your parents let me in,” he answers, “I came here in the morning.” Takao still can see your mother’s reaction when she finds him sleeping on a chair as she checks the porch every morning. She was surprised more than anything, but she didn’t ask when he said he has something very important to say to you.

Maybe she knows, and from the way your father glanced at him before offering him breakfast, Takao thinks he knows too. Have you been so upset that your parents notice what’s going on, though you’re not the type to tell them? Did they mention his name during a family dinner, and all of a sudden you just got quiet, like when he mentions his girlfriend’s name? Did they hear your sounds of sobbing across the hallway at night?

“Oh,” you answer dumbly, making a sandwich for yourself as you face the kitchen counter. You don’t want him looking at you, not when you’re like this: vulnerable and unprepared. “What brings you here today?”

“I—you—” he trips on his own words, “__________-chan, we need to talk.”

Fear overcomes you for a split second at the seriousness of his tone. Takao has rarely used it in his conversations with you, but after knowing him for so long, you can tell. He means business.

“What about?” You ask, putting a slice of cheese on toast before busying your hands with something, anything. You don’t want to talk to him.

“__________-chan, look at me.”

You freeze for a moment and hope he doesn’t notice, but Takao does not hold the nickname Hawk Eye for nothing. You slowly turn to him, looking at him in the eye, keeping your defences up with whatever dignity you have left in you.

In front of you stands the boy who you had your heart in his hands, and instead of looking powerful and confident, he’s not much better than you are. For a second you are tempted to throw in a joke about his face—he must’ve partied so hard and the hangover still hasn’t subsided, but you know the humorous attempt is merely a cover-up of the truth.

“__________-chan,” he calls your name again, softer this time as if reminiscing a memory, “do you… like me?”

At that point, thoughts of lying to him, telling him that of course you do—you’re not best friends if you don’t, are thrown out the window. There’s no use for sugar-coating and false masks anymore. Your grip to whatever leash that has been keeping your sanity together loosens, and tears begin to pool in your eyes as fast as he made you fall in love with him, breaking the dam.

You defy his orders, looking down to the floor and covering your face with both hands. Takao’s eyes widen only a fraction before he feels a pang in his heart. He knows you don’t usually cry in front of people, that you prefer to let loose when you are alone in your room—the fact that you’re openly crying in the kitchen with the cause of your pain right in front of you is proof that he made you go through a lot.

He feels like he’s suffocating.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I—I tried not to… I thought—”

He places a comforting hand on your shoulder, attempting to pull you into a hug, but when you flinch and freeze before taking a step back, another portion of his heart breaks. You inhale deeply yet shakily, cupping your hand over your mouth as if it stops the sobbing somehow.

“It’s okay,” you say, a sudden calm overcoming you and his eyebrows crinkle in confusion. “I, we’re not going to the same university, s-so we won’t see each other as much,” you continue, cursing inwardly at your shaky voice when you see Takao’s expression.

“I’ll—I’ll stay out of your way!” It comes out as a suggestion, but it’s like his heart is about to burst in the phantom hand’s tight grip.

“I promise not to get in the way of your relationship.” He swallows, scenes of not seeing you ever again playing in his mind, and his mouth feels dry and bitter.

“I didn’t want you to know in the first place. Just please… pretend you don’t know.” His stomach sinks at the request.

“I’ll be fine,” you say, but it feels as if you’re trying to convince yourself, “I’ll be okay.”

That’s when he snaps, pulling you into a hug so tight you’re encased by his whole body. The desperation in his hands as he cups the back of your head says he’s afraid that you’ll slip through him like sand. Pressed against his chest like this, you feel his rapid heartbeat and warmth, and the tears you have been trying so hard to supress makes their way down your cheek, seeping into the material of his shirt.

“No, don’t, please,” he tells you, exhaling shakily, “I was—if I let you go now you’ll run away, and I spent the whole night thinking about what would happen and I,” he swallows, “I really can’t imagine not having you with me.”

“Then what?” You cry, pushing at his chest in anger to put distance between you. “You want me to stick around and ‘stand by you’ while you’re with your girlfriend? I’ve done that for the past year!” Your voice breaks with the gradually rising volume, evidence of how hard you cried the night before. “I don’t want to go through that anymore. I’ve had enough.”

The room falls into silence as Takao looks at you while you quietly lower your eyes down to the floor. Thoughts run a thousand miles an hour in your head: if Takao only loves you as much as a friend does, there’s no point in having this conversation anymore—at least not until you move on. You must cut all ties with him, start anew, and fall in love again to be ready to face him.

“You hate me now, don’t you?” He asks.

Even the words sting his tongue when he says them.

This time you look him in the eyes as you give him your answer.

“I wish I could,” you whisper, “that would make things so much easier.”

And like a meteor colliding with Earth, there is realization and clarity, like the smoke is cleared out of his mind. When he pulls you by the arm and crashes his lips onto yours in a desperate kiss, it feels as if everything makes sense—it’s right, and he has never felt nothing as perfect as this before.

Your eyes widen at the foreign sensation. You’ve never expected this to happen, never in your wildest dreams—at least not after you’ve discarded them. You feel tears well again in your eyes for the umpteenth time in the past twenty-four hours, because how can you not cry while he’s kissing you and you’re already giving up on him? Any form of resistance you can come up with is futile: your push isn’t as strong and your fists are instead bringing him closer, the way you try to pull away but always responding when he chases you.

Inside, you figure that there is still a bit of hope that he would return your feelings.

Takao’s kiss is deep, passionate, desperate. It’s more emotional than your previous conversation combined, it tells you everything you need to know about him and him you: that he is certainly not willing to let you go or run away, and that a small part of you hasn’t lost your wish of being with him despite what you try to tell yourself.

“I’m sorry,” he says in between kisses, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise, just give me the chance to.”

You gasp his name and he moans against your lips, kissing until the fire in his gut slowly turns into an ember, and by then he’s peppering slow kisses around your face in silent admiration and affection.

“What about your girlfriend?” You ask quietly. You really wish that you can skip this part, but he’s technically still in a relationship with someone else. Takao sighs, fishing out his phone and turning it on. The two of you stare until the blank screen lights up, and after a few seconds you can see notifications flooding in his phone, her name glaring in pixels. You spot snippets of the long sentences she sent to him, cuss words and spelling errors that turns out to be a continuation of what he received the night before.

“It’s clear that she’s upset of me ditching the party last night,” Takao scoffs a bit at that, “but who cares? She most likely found somebody else to grind with on the dance floor if she has the gall to diss me like that.”

“That’s horrible,” you say, eyebrows scrunching lightly with discomfort.

Takao places the device on the kitchen counter, paying absolutely no attention to it before he moves in to kiss you softly on the lips. When you pull away, it’s slow and unwilling, like you want it to last forever, but the need for air makes such wish impossible. His eyes are lidded, looking at you with an expression you can’t exactly decipher. You’ve never seen this look on his face before—something tells you that you’ll see more of this side of him in the future.

“I can’t believe it’s you all along,” he whispers, kissing you one more time. You reciprocate with equally, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to sink in the feeling of him wrapped around your senses. He smiles into the kiss.

“We’ve got a lot of talking to do.”

klarolinekolvina  asked:

98 don't shut me out. Klaroline

Thank you for this one! It’s a bit angsty with fluff, but I hope you’ll like it!

KC + “Don’t shut me out.”

“Seriously?” Caroline paused above Klaus, looking at him in astonishment. “You did not just say that!” she exclaimed, gathering the sheets around her while she crawled off of him.

Klaus looked up in surprise, still naked on the bed and confused at the turn of events. “Caroline, I didn’t mean to-”

“Exactly! And that’s the problem. You didn’t mean to. I can’t believe you just had to ruin perfectly good morning sex with… with what? A stupid impulse? A joke? Is that all I am to you?”

“Of course not! Caroline, I love you. You know that!” Klaus sat up on the bed, looking at Caroline who was standing in the opposite corner of their bedroom with the sheets wrapped around her frame. She looked livid and he was certain that this was one of those situations where everything he said would be the wrong thing, but he had to try. He had everything planned out, and it was already starting the wrong way.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Caroline seethed. “I’m going to take a shower and when I return, you’re gone. You can stay with one of your siblings for the time being.”

“You’re kicking me out,” he stated dejectedly. Caroline nodded and he got up from the bed, “You’re not even going to listen to me? Let me explain? You’re overreacting love!”

“Don’t you dare tell me what I am or am not doing. We’re done here. There’s nothing left for you to say.” Caroline turned around, grabbing a change of clothes before she moved to the bathroom. “You better pack your stuff before I return.” She looked back regretfully for one more moment before she turned around, locking the bathroom door behind her. How had her morning taken such a drastic turn? 

She let herself slide against the bathroom door and could feel her tear ducts fill. She was glad that she had managed to leave the room, leave Klaus, before he could see her cry.

“Caroline,” she could hear Klaus call out her name while he knocked on the door. “Caroline, come on!” he pleaded but she didn’t move. She let out a sob and hugged her clothes close to her chest. She wouldn’t open the door. She couldn’t succumb to this.

“Don’t shut me out!” Klaus exclaimed helplessly. “We need to talk about this.”

“We don’t. We don’t ever need to talk again,” she managed to stifle another sob until she finished her sentence and turned back from the door. “You hurt me, Klaus!”

“You completely misunderstood! I know I went to it the wrong way, but it was an accident.” Klaus admitted, “You have to know I would never hurt you.”

“An accident,” Caroline scoffed, opening the door so she could glare at him. “You’re telling me you ‘accidentally’ asked me to marry you? During sex nonetheless? Which by the way is just as bad a timing as telling a girl you love her for the first time during the act. But no, because that wasn’t bad enough, you had to actually take back your words. You couldn’t have gotten engaged by mistake, right?”

“That’s- that’s not what happened,” Klaus pleaded, when he noticed Caroline trying to close the door once more, he put his foot in the opening. “Okay, yes that’s what happened, but it’s not what I tried to do. I-”

“You what? You didn’t mean to take back your proposal? Or you didn’t mean to propose in the first place? Because I got that hint when you said you didn’t mean to do that,” Caroline slumped against the door opening. She wished there was something that could make this all better, but couldn’t think of anything that would change matters.

“I- I did mean to propose,” Klaus admitted, walking past Caroline into the bathroom. He avoided her look, not ready to see her reaction just yet. He opened the medicine cabinet and came back with a bottle of a prescription drug; he had gotten them last month after a shoulder injury. He opened the bottle and emptied the contents in his hands, closing them around it.

“You- you did mean to propose?” Caroline observed him from her place, not sure how to react to that knowledge. If his plan was to propose, he did a shitty job. “Than why take it back?”

“Because I had a plan,” Klaus admitted, opening his hands and revealing a diamond ring. “I was going to do it tonight, after we went to dinner at that French restaurant where we had our first date. We were going to have a great night, have champagne and before we would leave, I would go on one knee…”

“You had a plan,” Caroline felt herself get weak in the knees and put her hands on the sink to keep her balance. “You actually were going to- and I reacted. Omg I was horrible!” she clasped her hands in front of her mouth in horror. “I’m so sorry,” she cried out. She could feel new tears fall over her cheeks and she wiped them away. She couldn’t handle the shift in emotions.

“It’s my fault,” Klaus said, taking the blame. “I was so consumed in my plans for tonight, I’d been rehearsing it all night and then when I was inside of you, looking at you… You consumed me, Caroline. I just- I love you so much and I’d said it before I could think it through.”

“It wouldn’t have been the most romantic proposal, but it would have been honest,” Caroline tried to reason. “Especially if you continued with the explanation you just gave and showed the ring…” She wasn’t sure if she would have let him explain, just like she hadn’t earlier, but she hoped she would. He deserved at least that much.

“I panicked,” Klaus admitted, “I thought I had ruined it all, but I only made it worse by taking it back. I’m sorry for making you feel like asking you to marry me was a mistake. In truth, I think it’s the best decision I could possibly make.” Klaus kneeled in front of her, ring still in hand. “Will you forgive me?” he asked.

Caroline looked down at the man she dearly loved. She knew she reacted harshly that morning and he was still willing to look past her flaws and accept her for all she was. “Can you forgive me for being an unreasonable bitch?” she returned.

“Considering the situation, I think I can overlook it. For this one time at least,” Klaus teased, waiting for her answer.

“Okay,” she took a deep breathe, looking down at Klaus on one knee, “I do. Forgive you I mean,” she hastily clarified.

“And on the wanting to marry me thing?” Klaus continued, patiently waiting for her verdict.

“Yes!” she whispered, “Definitely yes.”

Klaus placed the ring on her ringfinger, before getting up, capturing Caroline’s lips with his. She knew there were more tears running down her face, her tear ducts were running over time this morning, but this time they were happy tears.

“Just so you know,” she whispered when she broke their kiss, “When anyone asks how you asked me to marry you, we’re totally going with the first date restaurant proposal.”

Klaus laughs, “Well I still have the reservations. I can do it all again tonight, if you want?”

“Hmm, three proposals in one day? That might just be a little overboard,” Caroline laughed and pulled him closer, walking backwards out of the bathroom, back to their bedroom.

“Just a little,” Klaus laughed, letting Caroline guide him.

“Just a little,” she confirmed before she let herself fall backwards on the bed, pulling Klaus on top of her. Their mouths met again, and Klaus hands quickly made work of the sheet still covering Caroline’s naked body.

It might not have been the proposal that she had dreamed of since she was a little girl, but he was the man of her dreams and that was what mattered most to her. 

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anonymous asked:

How was the play!! :D

halla anon! 

sorry i took so long to reply to this! i wanted to write down some of my thoughts and feelings on it, so that’s why it took me a while! but short answer: it was a lot of fun! i am very happy i got to see it, and it was great seeing tarjei on stage :) i liked the play overall, it had some good topics but didn’t really give many answers or anything. i went with a friend and we spent the rest of the night together and we ended up talking about it quite a bit, which is always a good thing i feel! 

im gonna spoil the plot now, so if for whatever reason you don’t want to know, dont read the rest of this (under the cut because it became way too long)

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anonymous asked:

In some of the Classic Undertale fandom (as in, the original universe, with sub-au's and head canons), Papyrus is portrayed as a slightly un-informed oblivious wannabe-popular skeleton. In others, which I prefer, Papyrus is much more mature, and has a more realistic personality, albeit a little sheltered. I hope that you don't feel uncomfortable answering this, but which do you view as more likely, given the game itself? The "dumbed-down", the more realistic, or something mid-ground?

I’m okay with interpretations where he’s oblivious and silly, as long as he’s not entirely babied by people around him. I think that’s my biggest problem with “dumb silly Papyrus” interpretations, they almost always get paired up with “everyone else is smart and very serious.” Papyrus IS uninformed and oblivious for most of the game. He’s a goofy, slightly ill-informed character! But so is Undyne! And Mettaton! And literally almost all of the NPCs!

But I don’t mind a more grounded interpretation of Papyrus either, if it goes along with grounding everyone else too. He was missing a lot of his goofball edge in Flowey Is Not a Good Life Coach, but I still enjoyed that because he felt like he matched up with how the other characters were written. Even if the tone of the fic didn’t exactly match the tone of the games, I felt the relationships between characters was as it should be.

It’s when ONLY Papyrus is goofy, but Sans is angsty and hardXcore, Undyne is a badass and nothing else, Alphys is steeped in depression, and Mettaton is shrewd and hypersexual that we have a problem.

Makes it out like Sans ISN’T the kind of silly person who waits around with a trombone to play WOMP WOMP WAAAA sounds, or Undyne also didn’t know what the “L” stood for in Right and Left, or that Alphys isn’t a total weeb with a crush on everyone, or that Mettaton bedazzles hamburgers and takes union mandated breaks during his fight with you.

Papyrus is certainly a gem among an already fun cast, so maybe that’s why people elevate his silliness while downplaying it for everyone else? He just stands out the most. But tonally, he’s really not THAT different from the others. Maybe it’s because he chooses kindness over anger in the Genocide Route, people don’t take him as seriously.

Ideally, I like when people capture the weird humor of the game. But I don’t mind more realistic interpretations where their other character traits are focused on instead. It’s just a matter of applying it to all the characters equally.

Otherwise, I feel like people fall into that trap of “Sans works SO HARD and CRIES EVERY NIGHT to protect his poor dumb brother who just doesn’t know any better.” THAT bothers me. In the context of the game Pap is proud, excitable, gentle, and lonely. No one acts like he’s not a smart guy, he’s just not cut out for a job that requires hurting others and being someone’s enemy.

anonymous asked:

WHAT EVEN WAS THE FINAL PROBLEM? I was continually sobbing during the whole thing omg... why do Mark and Steven do this to us ugh. I don't know why I do this to myself. How did you handle it? Thoughts after seeing it?

*rubs face* *takes a deep breath*


Nothing makes sense.

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anonymous asked:

I'm a larrie and I don't really get this 'big larries lies!!', you are always so good to discuss things with and I'm always up for different opinions on things, so... I follow a lot of larry/larrie blogs obviously and some do post about "recipes" but 90% it's from an anon and the OP almost always say that they can't say if the story/information it's false or not. I never believe those things... I'm not sure if you understand that most people don't? If it's a story people mostly think it's cute.

im really glad u asked anon…seriously. bc antis can go on about “big larries lie!!!” all the time w/o elaborating so ur question is valid. and it gives me the opportunity to lay it all out as best as i can! thanks to @thelarrative for tagging stuff properly so i could find all of these posts! otherwise my undocumented ass would’ve been searching for years! 

okay let’s get started (we’ll go larrie by larrie):

vansandburberry: lied about danielle leaving during the x factor taping. someone who was actually there said that was a lie, that danielle stayed the whole time and left with louis.

lapelosa: hoo boy. perhaps the biggest liar of them all. claimed she knew briana did not give birth by saying “Yes I know the whole story is fake” but failing to give any sources. when asked if she knew “for a fact” if larry was still together, she simply said “yes i do”. no sources, no elaboration. just a yes bc DUH. who needs evidence or proof when you have lapelosa’s word. said she knows for “a fact” that azoff signed the whole band, that larry are definitely engaged to be married (from a reliable mysterious he/she-who-cannot-be-named-but-most-definitely-exists-of-course), that there “is no baby” in this lovely post that compiles her lies together.  a continuation on that whole azoff thing she claims to know in this post. on top of all of this…an anonymous entity submitted this story to lapelosa about meeting the tattoo artist at bondi ink who’d done louis’ dagger for him…it reads like a poorly, cheesily written fanfic, the most notable quote becoming larrie jargon: “the rose has already been taken care of”. to lapelosa’s credit she simply posts it and thanks the submitter for the story however the post gains almost 10k notes and as an anti blog at the time, i was FLOODED with anons quoting this bullshit at me and saying i’d lost. when lo and behold…the tattoo artist debunked the entire thing thru an instagram post that has now been deleted. but was the original submission updated with this debunk? nope! it was not! allowing it to conitnue on into internet eternity where unsupposing larries who’ve never heard the story to consider it as #fact (the debunk photo was posted by another larrie on this list however it only received 22 notes vs the 9k+ ppl who saw the original).

worshippedlove: has this document where she supposedly compiles all of the things she’s been told by “people” over the years about louis and harry being spotted together. source for the specific story in this post is ambiguous, story is exaggerated and details that actually place louis and harry together have been filled in (i.e. tattooed guy immediately became louis, no questions asked even though it could’ve been anybody with tattoos). 

conscious-ramblings: told a complete lie about Joe McElderry’s coming out under the guise of her supposedly “working in music” 

srslycris: talked complete nonsense about simon being “a wreck” over “a lawsuit” being waged by the entire band that aligned with the larries’ “it’ll be march soon” mantra. when march came and went without event, cris here had to do some improvising which proves to make absolutely no fucking sense.

aaronbutterfield: a “journalist” (i use that term oh so lightly) pretended to be “brand new” to the larrie culture when he wrote a heavily biased article on larry and why “things were shady”. turns out that was a big lie! @britishsoldierharry carried out the difficult task of exposing aaron for his larrie twitter likes and discovered that he actually wasn’t that new to the whole larry conspiracy after all! and to make matters even more sketchy…he then proceeded to unlike all larry-centric tweets sometime after britishsoldierharry created the original post! huh! fancy that. on top of this, he also said “no other celebrity child has ever had their birth certificate leaked” when that was a blatant lie. he also made this fucking ridiculous post that still makes my blood boil to this day about briana either “profiting off of someone’s closet” or “[sleeping] with a boybander all to become pregnant”, which he bases off of when he has interpreted she would have her first period (which ?????). uh huh. all the while not giving any sources as to how he KNOWS FOR A FACT all of that is true.

saracha33: misled her followers into believing that louis and harry were ALWAYS seen at the same time on the same day which….was proven to be very much not true.

lesbianslovelouis: the doll lady. convinced a very substantial portion of the larrie fandom that freddie was a doll (2 links there). was hailed for finding “the right doll” that was “obviously freddie”. was clearly wrong about freddie being a doll as he is very real and very lovely. a nice big fat lie that she never had to take responsibility for.

BONUS POST: @got-stars-in-your-eyes compiled this post a long time ago, which includes even more big larrie lies! rather than retyping them all out again, you can check out the post which includes other big larries like droppingtheveilofmaya, tellmethisisnotlove, zenlikejen, larryappreciation and more.

a bonus tidbit: this happened just before i ever ventured into the larrie tumblr world so i am not the expert as to what the entire situation involved or who exactly was involved…but it’s evidence that big larries purposely lied to their followers and manipulated what they were posting in order to keep the conversation “on track” to their liking. the post exposing it all is an interesting read.

finally, i am super glad to hear you don’t believe everything you read. but unfortunately others do not operate this way. u will just have to trust me when i say that larries do buy into this stuff and often do bring it up when they talk to me. i’ve had this blog for a year and had to constantly debunk stuff that i’ve debunked time and time again bc multiple larries buy into what the big larries are feeding them. it’s not good, seriously. and some larries will consider them facts until they’re called out on the bullshit and then retreat back into “it was just a headcanon it’s not that deep!!!!!!” which can be frustrating.

anyways, that doesn’t really even begin to scratch the surface with these larries but it’s enough to get a rough idea of the way these people behave! let me know if u have any questions at all :) 

countdown to karin's bd; day 2

A Karin moment that pulls at my heartstrings

The thing with Karin is that since she keeps every emotion aside from anger and irritation pretty close to herself, whenever something gets to her to the extent where she actually shows it, it’s bound to basically crucify me with feelings. Even more so because said scenes are usually all about the details (imo, at least), and I’m prone to being more emotionally affected by those rather than by over the top ones.

So I have to name not one not two but three different scenes ;~; and it would be four, weren’t it because I’m certain 482 will get the love it deserves haha

I no particular order:

  • Chapter 484: Karin cries with Sakura.
  • Chapter 483: Karin tries to stop Sasuke from killing Sakura.
  • Chapter 466: Karin’s reaction when she thinks Sasuke died.
→ Chapter 484: Karin cries with Sakura

I’ll use the raw rather than the scanlations because I love to see the way Kishi writes Karin’s thought process. As we know, Karin tries to talk to Sakura, struggling with a “…Y…you…" that Sakura interrupts by reminding her that she shouldn’t be talking just yet. 

So it is through Karin's own thoughts that we see just what she meant to say:

Things like the feelings of the enemy... your feelings...
I don't even want to understand them...

There is so much to love about that single line in my eyes. So much.

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lucas looking @ riley pt. 1

alright so y’all wanting this, so i’m giving it to you. i have a folder on my computer that has 179 caps in it, so this will probably be split into like 3 posts so they aren’t too long. they’re gonna be in order, so this post will be s1 and the first half of s2. i’m gonna put it under a cut so it doesn’t clog up anyone’s dash, so have fun, enjoy the suffering !!!

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what are THOOOOSE

This fic started as me trying to process the fact that Chat Noir leaves freaking pawprints and then it kind of turned into a glorious mess of character study/headcanons/shenanigans/the laziest akuma OC ever. It is the most “me” fic I’ve written in a while, haha. Hope you guys enjoy! :’) And now it’s on AO3!!

In which Marinette plays the roles of ambitious designer, compassionate hero, reluctant detective, teenage girl, and meme machine. Meanwhile, Chat Noir’s eternal streak of bad luck continues strong.


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anonymous asked:

(Okay, because I'm a massive loser who doesn't know how to talk to people, I'm just gonna go ahead and say what I'm gonna say) So, 1) you're one of my favorite fanfiction authors on tumblr 2) I really want to write some high-quality ereris, but 3) I've never written fanfiction and I don't really know how it works, so I thought I'd come to you. Do you have any advice?

HIGH QUALITY ERERIS YOU SAY? I’m here for that nonnie!

I wrote a similar post before but I couldn’t find it oof, so sorry if this sound redundant to you. Alrighty let’s get this motherfucker bullet pointed!

  • The first rule of fanfiction is to have fun and be yourself. *cheesy grin* No but…seriously. People turn to fanfiction because there is something in the original storyline that they wanted to change. Everyone brings something to the table. You’re bringing your own personal history, your own insight, your own worldview to the story. So when you say that you “don’t really know how it works” well…there are no rules! The world is your oyster and you are the pearl. Write something fun. Write something beautiful. Write something ugly. If you want to write about platonic ereris feeding ducks, I guarantee you someone will want to read it. Hell, I want to read it. Someone write that please?
  • Don’t wait for someone to give you permission. If you want to write, do just that, WRITE. Just fucking write. There is no point waiting until you’re good enough to share your work. Write something. Finish it. You will only get better when you write. Writing is like a muscle, you gotta flex it.

  • Edit. For the love of god, please edit. And not just editing to fix typos or grammar, but editing to fix entire paragraphs and sentences. Edit for continuity, edit for characterization, edit to fill all 5 senses into a work so your audience is completely immersed.

  • Read. If you’re still stuck and you aren’t quite sure you’ve gotten the hang of this fanfiction thing, READ. Use your favorite fics as inspiration. What do you like in fics? Do you like how certain people use settings? Do you like their dialogue? The aura they cultivate? Use what strengths you find in another author to bolster your own strengths.

  • Fics: oneshots vs. chapter. Look, I’ll be real. Chapter fics get more play than oneshots. If you’re just writing oneshots, don’t be surprised people don’t seem to notice it as much when you’re first starting. But keep at it! And chapter fics don’t usually get much of an audience until you’ve progressed further into the storyline. But don’t let that stop you from writing either! Write a good few chapters into your fic (or even finish it!) so you don’t get burnt out and stressed after only 2-3 chapters. 

  • Post during peak hours. Look, I don’t know when peak hours are exactly, but you can’t just drop your first fic in the middle of the night and expect people to see it. I mean, maybe the Australians will see it, but try to aim for peak hours on Ao3 or tumblr. 

  • TAG! Tag if you have any stuff that can be triggering: character death, rape, dubcon, cutting, suicide, abuse, guns, knives, etc. But be careful of overtagging. Tag what is NEEDED to give your audience a good idea what to expect, but don’t overdo it with “Eren just thinks Levi is the cutest!” “Levi makes friends with a crab hahahaha” That stuff can be saved for your fic description. Also: I would read a fic on how Levi made friends with a crab.

  • WRITE A FIC DESCRIPTION! Don’t write “Bleh, I’m not good at these things.” No one is. No one likes writing the blurbs. It’s annoying and HARD. But for you to put so much effort into a work and then not have a fic description is undervaluing your work. Not writing a description is like decorating a beautiful interior, but not painting the chipped outside of your house.

  • Network. I use my tumblr as a way to interact with my favorite authors and artists and to fangirl about ereri and other anime crap. I keep my main blog separate. Mostly bc that blog just has a lot of cats. A lot of cats. But I use this blog to link to my fic. That way it doesn’t just feel like I’m jettisoning my fic into the emptiness of space on Ao3. Ao3 is great because you have an eager and willing audience, but it’s also frustrating because there are so SO many other fics. So use Tumblr, use Twitter. Writing by myself always felt…so fucking lonely. I always had all of these ideas and I would write them out but I never had anyone to share them with. It’s a heavy burden to have a work you really truly care about. It feels like you’re constantly carrying your ship to the shore by yourself. But when you connect with other writers and readers, it starts to feel much lighter. Unburden yourself my friendo. Talk to some people on here. It’ll help you. And you might make friends.

When it comes to High Quality Ereris™ stuff gets a little more complicated.

  • Avoid toxic tropes. Levi is not abusive, stop writing him as such. Eren is not a moe little crybaby, his cries are those of grief and anger. “Shitty brat” got old like two years ago. 
  • If you’re writing smut: CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT. Enthusiastic, verbal consent is fun! I get frustrated also in fics where people act like someone is a “good guy” for asking for consent. No. Consent isn’t a bonus, consent is mandatory. NORMALIZE CONSENT!
  • Be careful using too many tropes in a fic. Sure pastel!fairy!fireman!Eren sounds like fun, but it can be a little busy. You can’t substitute tropes for personality. You can’t substitute tropes for plot! So if you want to write pastel!fairy!fireman!Eren, fucking do that shit, but ask yourself, is the plot of the fic just in Eren’s pastel fairy wings and fireman outift? Is there anything more to his personality? Is there anything more to the story? See Kale’s excellent pickle post @skaletal .

And I have a lot more, nonnie, but this post is already very long. If others have input (and I know they do because I asked for help when writing this post) feel free to add! Come talk to me off anon on chat and we can have fun talking about fics! Happy Writing!~

future fic where everything is happy. because i do what i want.

(Also hey there’s this soumako fic that doesn’t show up on the tags because I fail. Go click it.)

It just felt right, somehow. Iwatobi and Samezuka has forged such a strong friendship in the past year that it was easy to imagine them doing the “Thank You” celebrations together. Makoto and Rin were great captains. Both teams wanted to celebrate that.

And also, Momo just really wanted to party. Nitori can’t stop him no matter what he does. Momo’s energy exceeds normality.

“Sousuke-senpai,” Nitori, ignoring Momotaro’s complaints about the small number of females in the list of attendees, strode over to Sousuke with a determined expression. He really was starting to look and sound like a captain. It was a great look on him. “Can you…” He took one deep breath. “Can you distract Tachibana-san?”

That was… unexpected. But in a way, it really shouldn’t have been. Nitori was artsy and was the brain of the operations. Momo knew how to party, knew how to make ones. Nagisa was in charge of food. Rei was in charge of stopping Nagisa from munching on the food, and also giving beautification advice on the party hall (the order was to do the exact opposite of Rei’s advice).

Haruka was in charge of distracting Rin. No, actually, it was more like they already had plans together even before the party plans were made.

That leaves Sousuke. And Sousuke hates being useless, so of course he agrees.

Wrong move?

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Hey there Nathan, 

one year already since the last time I had to write you something for your birthday and cried my eyes out because you were 20. I'm so mad at you for getting older, it frustrates me and ugh. To be honest, that's why I don't like your birthdays. Cause you're getting older and older. Can you stop for a minute and find some vampire to bite you so you'd stop growing or become Peter Pan? If anything, I'll always imagine you as Peter Pan. You're a beautiful young soul and we'll get to your looks along the text. So, you're officially 21 now. That's a huge number for United States and everyone will start treating you like an adult that's why I'll tell you few things how to live like an adult (ironically I'm still a teen); pay for your bills, don't drink too much, don't give a fuck and live your life. You're my idol since forever and I would really like if you would continue being that for the rest of my life. Me and tons of other people need someone to look up to and you're that someone. I just wanna let you know not to change for anything or anyone because you are perfect just the way you are. What's the point of you telling us, your fans, to love ourselves when you're insecure? It doesn't make sense. Even if you have flaws, they make you perfect and special. There's no point of being someone else and trying to be like someone else. Be yourself, because everyone else is taken. Let me tell you few things that will make me sound extra cheesy but they're true; your smile lights up the whole world and makes everything tons of times more better, your green eyes are pure look into heaven, your sloth-ish nose is the cutest thing in the world and it gets even more cuter when you get shy or mad, your blushed cheeks are a thing to die for, seriously now, your body is a wonderland, I swear to God it is and you should really see it because it's so beautiful and amazing, your piano skills are heaven to my and everyone else's ears, your voice is bundle of passion and sex, your laugh is a mix of adorableness and it makes me blush every time I hear it, your swearing drives my crazy like seriously you do not understand, your hip thrusting during your preforming is god of stripping to be fucking honest, your personality is an angel. Nathan, I love you so damn much and I hope you'll continue being an amazing person as you always were and I hope you'll learn how to love yourself because we love you more than you think.
Yours truly, Antonia
Scandal Review: Where The Sun Don't Shine, Episode 409

Wooohoooo! Well hell I enjoyed the hell out of that episode!

It was crazy of course, but crazy in a way that at least made sense!

Let’s get right to it, shall we?

What I Hated

1.  Seriously, do you even need to ask at this point?

Jake, I always hate Jake. I hate his mouth, I hate his voice, I hate his hair, I hate the fact that his character stays flats as fuck, I hate the fact that he’s still being forced on us, and I hate the fact that he’s part of the worst triangle on TV. Yep, the Jake Hate is real people, and the first person who tries to defend him to me will be blocked posthaste.

2.  Olivia and Mommy Dearest.

Ugh, really, what was the fucking point in bringing her out of the hole? Maya proves over and over that she will always be the worst mother ever.

3.  That B613 agent trying to kill Jake and failing miserably.

Dude, you had one job. How terrible are these agents? The man had his back to you, Man. Ugh.

4.   Jake Dancing

5.  It looks like The Worst Triangle In Television History Is Here To Stay.

I can’t.

What I Loved

1.  The montage at the beginning of the episode was great. The CIA operatives hunting for Rowan, Olivia reflecting  with her father. Also, there’s something about the music that was playing during Cyrus’ sexual assignations being discovered by the world, that I loved.  

2.   “Chief of staffs”

That headline was hilarious. Poor Cyrus. Ok, maybe not.

3.   “America loves a love story. America will forgive anything for love.”

Interesting. Foreshadowing maybe?

4.   “The sun went down a long time ago and it’s not coming back up”

Yesssssssss! Let’s hope that fucking term will now be laid to rest permanently!

5.   Endless Love playing while Abby was putting a knife to David’s heart and Charlie and Quinn fighting each other after she discovered he was supposed to kill her was genius. Hat tip Shonda. This scene was brilliant in every way, and the irony was not lost on me. 

6.   “Songs In The Key of Life”

I don’t know anybody with any taste in music who didn’t have this album.

7.0 Olivia and her father.

Man that was some dysfunction. Joe Morton’s acting when Rowan realized that his daughter was going to shoot him was awesome, he’s such an amazing thespian.

I’m so over Eli Pope, but dammit, I felt just a tiny bit sorry for him when he realized that Olivia pulled the trigger. To be honest though, he must have had his doubts because he took the bullets out in the first place.

8.  "The only life you have is the sad, twisted one that you have here"

I saw people reflecting that Olivia was talking about herself during that tense conversation with Rowan, and some of what she said might apply to her, but the main difference is, Olivia is loved. Olivia is loved by Abby, Huck, and Quinn. They’d voluntarily go over the cliff for her and they’ve proven that. She is also loved by Fitz and The Vibrator. Rowan is loved by no one.

The people who go over the cliff for him have been coerced into it, and they would leave if they could. So yeah, I reject the notion that Olivia is just like her father. She’s a mass of dysfunction and complications because she literally has the worst parents in the world, but Olivia feels love, and she is loved. Despite the monsters that her parents are.

By the way, who didn’t know that Olivia would pick up that gun, and that it would be unloaded?

I blame Jake the Snake for Olivia even touching that gun.

I knew he’d never harm her, Rowan and his Vagina Policing ways loves his daughter to death. God I fucking hate Jake. I blame him for the rain, and anything bad that happens to farm animals. Including pigs.

9.  Cyrus handing his resignation to Fitz.

All. The. Feels.

I love that I can hate Cyrus as much as I do, and still feel so sorry for him. Then I remember that he tried to kill his husband and I go back to hating him.

10.   Olivia and Cyrus

Man, I loved this scene, I cried watching it the first time, and cried when I rewatched it. Kerry was amazing throughout the episode (At last a credible Emmy-worthy submission) but this scene just had me all up in ma feels, and I forgot for a moment that I generally hate Cyrus as a matter of course.

11.   “I’m thinking Europe. They have a long history of accepting failure and disgrace.”

Oh the freaking shade.

12.  Granny Fran.

I don’t know why, but I loved this piece of information that Charlie had obviously shared with Quinn when they’d been together before.

I loved their Mr and Mrs Smith-esque scene. Loved it. Yes of course it’s another scene full of dysfunction, but it was my kind of dysfunction. This is Scandal people, you either embrace the madness or you go crazy.

13.   Abby and David

Oh dear. I’d lament about David’s damned bad luck, but that would indicate that I gave one singular fuck about him so…no. I’m fully on board the Ableo/Labby ship. 

14.   Cyrus entering into a marriage of convenience to save his career.

Seriously, the amount of karmic retribution involved in this made me get up and dance. I’m here for Cyrus suffering. I still recall how much I hated him in season two.  Him showing up at Liv’s and betraying both her and Fitz, so yeah, I’m bitter, and what?

15.   Huck and Kim.

I hope they can have some kind of resolution, but I’m not sure that Kim is going to feel any better about a crazy talking Huck who kills people. Maybe that’s just me though. I have been told that my standards are a tad high.

16.   “It just makes us both at risk for the same STDs.”

Mellie discovering that yet another man in her life prefers another cooch to hers.

That poor bitch stays losing, and I ain’t even sorry.

17.  Mellie and LizzieBear’s confrontation.

I was here for Mellie reading Liz for filth, that line about sharing stds made me howl. She took the betrayal well considering he was the first man in 15 years who’d voluntarily climbed between her thighs, and she seemed to have a real emotional connection with him.

Was I the only person side-eyeing the fuck out of Mellie telling Lizzie that she’d been sleeping with Andrew? Like, what? So these kind of secrets that would have once torn down the White House are being shared like confetti at a wedding?

I’m here for her going to war with Lizzie, until I remember that Mellie is all hair and teeth, and no substance. She’ll probably end up needing to be rescued by Hank The Dog, seeing as everybody else will be busy looking for Olivia.

Anyway, I got the feeling that this was Mellie announcing her intention to run for president after Fitz. Good luck with that Boo.

17B.   Olivia seeing Fitz, Abby and Cyrus looking happy and choosing to leave them be for the moment.

Loved this scene. She knows how much Abby has been struggling, so I felt like she didn’t want to interfere in her moment. It was a lovely scene. Unless you hate Olivia and choose to see everything she does as an affront to humanity.

18.   “You can dance with me, or you can get off my dance floor. I’m fine dancing alone.”

Olivia dancing! Oh man I loved this scene. And yes, of course we’ve seen it before on Grey’s, but when it brings another dimension to my girl, I’m going to appreciate and love the fuck out of it. 

By the way, for the first time in Scandal history, Scott Foley finally delivered a line well. His “Man do I love you” wasn’t terrible. There, I said it. I’m here for people loving my girl, I’m just not here for them being pointless annoying characters. 
And Jake is a pointless annoying character. Forever and ever, Amen.

19.   “I’m choosing me”

Olivia chose herself. Yes, she did. She chose herself.

I saw some people whining that she didn’t really choose herself because she was going to have sex with Jake on the piano. GTFOH.

I know that none of the folks who felt like she didn’t really choose herself because she was still with Jake would have said a damned word if she’d been laying Fitz horizontally over her piano. Seriously, stop with the faux Olivia concern. I hate Jake with the passion of a thousand burning suns, but until Fitz exits left out of his marriage, he is just not a fucking option. Olivia deserves better than to be a side-piece relegated to the shadows. Fuck that. I’ll say it again, Fitz needs to shit or get off the pot.

20.  Olivia goes missing just before we’re subjected to sex-on-the-piano between her and Jake.

Well, erm, you know what I mean. Of course it’s terrible that she’s been abducted, but guys, we were spared an Olake sex scene, so silver linings and all that…

I did not see that coming though.  And neither did you people until Jake started back to the lounge. You, like me probably thought that all your dreams were about to come true and Jake was about to feel the caress of a bullet to his brain, but nope, those hopes were dashed in seconds. Shonda hates us.

I saw a few people saying that they’d predicted this so it was boring. GTFOH. You people predicted that Olivia would be kidnapped in season two and season three. Hell, even I predicted that it would happen in season two. Yes, it was always going to happen, because it’s an obvious plot device and one that has been used endlessly by numerous shows over the years, but in my opinion, I think the timing of it was perfect. Not only that, but if done right, it could be fantastic.

Anyway, whatevs, I was totally here for it, and somehow it gives me so much hope that this may well be the catalyst for Fitz to finally pull the curtains on his terrible marriage.

Random thoughts:

Tony Goldwyn did a great job directing. It had a movie-type feel to it, and I loved the way everything was filmed and how amazing Kerry looked in every shot. 

Fitz stays having the worst VPs in political history. He should have listened to Olivia. The man screwed his wife, now he’s screwing him.

Portia has definitely abandoned that terrible southern accent. So glad about that. Some people can mimic the southern accent perfectly, Portia honey, you’re not one of those people.

I knew that that car bombing was a set-up. I called that last week.

I don’t want to see Mama Pope again. She literally brought nothing to this episode, and until we can see an actual civilized conversation between her and Olivia, she can just burn in hell for me.

I love how much we’ve gotten back to this show being about Olivia Pope again. 

As an Olivia Pope fan, when she’s the center of everything, I’m good.


I only have one prediction


Divorce will be announced in season 4b. I really believe that. I mean come on, they will have thirteen episodes left to play with. That’s a lot of episodes to fill without tackling the Grant divorce.

Anyway, we now have two months to wait until the winter premiere and honestly, I’m excited. I really am.  This half of the season has been pretty fantastic. Better than anything that came in season 3, that’s for sure. Some of you might obviously disagree, but alas, tis life.

No gifs of Claire and Jamie this week, it was all good and everything hurt in the right way. So I’ll leave you with Olitz scenes instead…

Surfbort. Lol.

anonymous asked:

Thank you! I'm sorry if this question is already out there, but someone told me that Yuu//noa will probably happen because Shinoa's feelings are blunt and out there as for Mika's feelings aren't really confirmed.. I don't know.. I think they have a point, but does that really mean anything? I really appreciate :)

Hello there! I could see where the person who told you that is coming from but at the same time, I have to disagree somewhat. Because Shinoa never once actually mentioned that she herself loved Yuu. No, Guren did that for her, and before that…there was hardly if ever indication that she had romantic feelings for Yuu. In fact, did she not tease Mitsuba about having a crush on Yuu? Like, her feelings weren’t confirmed or even acted upon until Guren said what he said.

And, if you consider that outward and blunt, then…I’m pretty sure almost every other character who has shown concern or care for Yuu is in love with him.

Never once does Shinoa herself outwardly mention that she loves Yuu, and honestly, she doesn’t even outwardly allude to it. Idk, her feelings may be blunt because they’re forced but at the same time, she herself never outwardly goes out of her was to show, or really imply that she has love for Yuu.

And I should add at least,  not the way I see it.

Because if we’re comparing her to Mika, then I’m going to have to say that his feelings are a lot blunter and more confirmed than Shinoa’s.

Idk if you’re friend or whoever is reading, or watching the same manga/anime—but seriously, to deny that Mika’s feelings towards Yuu aren’t really confirmed is false.

Does it even have to be brought up that Mika is always thinking about Yuu? In the manga/anime whenever we are shown parts with Mika, he’s always thinking about Yuu. The mere thought of Yuu is enough to bring him to tears, it’s enough to make his heart hurt inside, and it’s even enough to make him smile. Keep in mind, up until now, Mika hasn’t smiled or cried since childhood (from what we know), so, the fact that just the thought of Yuu is able to evoke such emotions, proves that his feelings are confirmed. (Plus the thought of Yuu gives him home)

And if people still don’t believe that Mika’s love for Yuu isn’t genuine because he doesn’t flat out say it, then take it from Ferid who basically confirmed for Mika that he was in love with Yuu. And Mika didn’t shut the idea down at all. And I guess you’re thinking “WELL…That’s like Guren telling Shinoa that she loves Yuu right…?” Well, not it’s not, because Shinoa hardly ever acted on Guren’s revelation afterward (when she does happen to by chance, it looks very odd and forced. It just feels uncomfortable).  

Mika’s feelings for Yuu were pretty much confirmed before Ferid pointed them out. And I’m just going to add, that’s another difference between the situations with Guren and Shinoa. Shinoa never once showed any romantic feelings or even alluded to it before Guren said what he did. However, long before Ferid even brought it up, Mika was already giving us enough evidence by his actions and thoughts to prove that he had some type of feelings for Yuu. He didn’t need Ferid to point that out for him in order for him to actually feel something for Yuu and act upon those feelings–He felt something for Yuu long before Ferid even mentioned it. Shinoa didn’t feel anything romantic for Yuu until Guren said something. You see the difference?

Mika had shown tons of signs, beforehand.

And whether those signs were shown from his actions, or inner thought dialogue, or word of mouth they pretty much confirmed that he loved Yuu. Even if he never flat out said that he loved Yuu, it was pretty easy to tell that he did.

And speaking about actions as a sign of confirmation…

The recent chapters have pretty much given us a solid confirmation that Mika loves Yuu. If we’re not talking about the first time they met when Mika basically asked or better yet told Mika to abandon everything and runaway with him (like…okay, that is as blunt as I don’t know what), then we should probably bring up the more recent chapters, where Mika once again asks Yuu to elope with him so they could live on the country side together, and then later on Yuu actually agrees (though he wants to save the squad + guren first which is understandable. And yes, that is called eloping what they’re doing.) …

Or, we could highlight the part where before Mika and Yuu are able to finally escape the battle field (before Mika becomes a full vampire), Mika is trying to get to Yuu and is basically running into the enemy lines risking death (he is stabbed various times) all to see Yuu one last time before he possibly dies…and just a note, during that part of the manga Mika was literally about to die. At a point, it no longer mattered that he needed to speak to Yuu…I think with the knowledge that he was probably going to die, he just wanted to see Yuu one last time…this is how I take it at least.

If these aren’t blunt, outward, signs of romance or emotions then I don’t know what to tell you.

Personally, I think Mika’s feelings are a lot more confirmed, genuine, and visible than anyone’s towards Yuu’s so far.

And maybe this is just me because I ship Mikayuu (HURR DURR), but I mean…I don’t see how anyone can look at how Mika acts, thinks etc….and say that he doesn’t love Yuu or that his emotions aren’t genuine.

And to be fair, Mika has been through a lot. Showing emotion does not come easy for him, and so far, Yuu has been the only reason he’s been so emotional as of recent.

So I hope this helps, and eases your qualms.

Sorry for the long delay—I was contemplating on going in the manga to get some manga panels but I hope you get the point. Plus, it’s midnight here and I’m tired, but I’ve been so eager to answer this.

Also, I think that your friend or whatever should kind of take into perspective that Yuu and Mika’s relationship is supposed to mirror Romeo and Juliet’s, where understandably, the two couldn’t be so open about their love for each other, for obvious reasons. But they thought of each other all the time, and they lived for each other…and even if they didn’t say it, it was evident the two were in love.

Love doesn’t have to be mentioned for it to be love!!