she does wonderful things for me

monaramis  asked:

I actually wanna make the same question you did to me. I was wondering your characters positioning in the Halamshiral decision, more specifically about Briala too!

Spiridon Lavellan: at the time of their meeting in the Winter Palace, he has no opinion on Briala. He was not briefed on the fact that Briala and Celene used to be lovers, but he was educated on Celene burning Halamshiral.

There is one thing on Spiridon’s mind: establish temporary peace. Choosing Briala over others would’ve been fanning the revolution of the elves, and also a loss for him: how long does Briala think she can rule through Gaspard before it becomes a common knowledge just who is pulling the strings and with whose support.

And how long before the nobles of Orlais with their own small armies march against alienages everywhere, hang Gaspard and Briala and pull their support of the Inquisition who they now view as a co-conspirator of further unrest. 

Briala would simply be too vulnerable - too many secrets that tie her to Celene. She has her spy network, but no trained armies to protect alienages should the nobles revolt against the puppet emperor or the empress who sleeps with the enemy.

Still, there’s worth in Briala’s spy network, hence why he obtains information on all three, Celene, Briala and Gaspard, and forces them to work together, at least until Corypheus is dead, after which they can eat each other alive for all Spiridon cares, because it’s not his problem anymore.

He does admire the balls on her though. Vulnerable from each side, including her own side, and yet she made her play. Gotta respect the sheer insanity of it. That’s what’s exciting about politics: they’re all fucking insane. He loves it.


Lea Surana: Briala is competition, but Briala’s spies sell plenty of information to Lea. He’’s quite happy that Briala survived and was forcibly incorporated into the leadership of Orlais. Much better an outcome than her execution. He now has more eyes into the top tier of Orlais, and he has a keen idea of the movements of Briala’s forces. That’s what you get when you become a public figure: your movements become visible.  You get scrutiny. And you get tattletales in your ranks that will happily sell you out to a shadow broker. You get eyes in the Empress’ bedroom, and eyes on the back of the Dread Wolf.


My tattoo artist just told me that stress is a choice.
He told me to stop biting my nails and to let it go. And I told him
“How can I let her go if I’m in love with her? If I know she’s the one?”
He told me
“Don’t let her go. If you know she’s the one, you never stop fighting for her. You get that feeling once in your lifetime. Let her do her thing and if she chooses you, you’ll know my dear, she she does not, it is going to hurt. But you choose to stress over it. You can’t do that. Love is crazy my dear and makes you do crazy, crazy things. But the same thing happened to me, and now we’re married and couldn’t be happier. Time is wonderful, even when we don’t want to believe it is. It’s helping us, not hurting us, I promise my dear”
He gave me hope that one day, things between the two of us are going to be okay, even if I wanted that “one day” to be today, maybe it won’t be. But I have hope in us. I have faith in our future.
—  2.20pm
- I’m still in love with you & I don’t know if you see it anymore

mehcadbrooks: Just wrapped up Supergirl S2 in Canada and now off to Australia til early May. I want to thank the wonderful cast, crew, writers and producers we’ve been blessed with. Even some of the toughest times on set were made enjoyable from @jeremymjordan playfulness, @melissabenoist willingness to break out into song and dance at the drop of a hat, @davidharewood multiple characters he does which would have me 😂, @chy_leigh beautiful calming energy, @florianalima and @christophrwood way of saying the funniest thing possible at just the right time, #katiemcgrath (don’t think she has IG; correct me if I’m wrong) ability to pepper any conversation with high brow comedy and a sharp Irish wit. @strongbrenda and @officialterihatcher it’s been a beautiful experience to be on set again with you since I began my career on set with you two and thank you @gberlanti and @andrewkreisberg for another amazing season and introducing me to my new little brother @tylerl_hoechlin it has been a helluva year and we are looking forward to many more. Lastly and most importantly 🙋🏾‍♂️🙋🏾‍♂️🙋🏾‍♂️ thank you to you – the fans. We wouldn’t have a show if you didn’t love what we do. -MJB

Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.

—–

READER’S POV

“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.

—–

The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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  • Sakura: I know someone who has a crush on you ;)
  • Naruto: Is it-
  • Sakura: Not me, baka.
  • Naruto: Oh... Who, then?
  • Sakura: Well I promised I wouldn't tell but... If you guess who it is, it's won't be a problem, right?
  • Naruto: Uh right! Right! Give me a hint!
  • Sakura: This person has pale skin, and black hair, and they're from a very old, powerful clan
  • Naruto: Um...
  • Sakura: Also, when we were in the academy, they were always watching you, though you never seemed to notice
  • Naruto: Eto...
  • Sakura: They have a rare bloodline limit
  • Naruto: *scratches his head and squints*
  • Sakura: It gives them very special eyes
  • Naruto: So, you're telling me this person... *counts on his fingers, muttering* and they... Aha! I get it.
  • Sakura: Finally
  • Naruto: Hehe, Sasuke, that bastard must be pretty embarrassed
  • Naruto: Oh well, I guess it makes sense
  • Naruto: Though it's weird that we're both guys...
  • Naruto: Don't tell him I said this, but I always thought he was really pretty, not like a girl, just, um, in a different way
  • Naruto: And he's really cool, but, but sweet too, like awkward in a cute way when he tries to be nice. Plus we understand each-other.
  • Naruto: Even though we fight a lot- hell, even fighting with him is really fun.
  • Naruto: And those times we kissed... They were an accident, but damn, that bastard had soft lips. I wonder if- uh *blushes* never mind.
  • Naruto: All things considered, it could be a lot worse
  • Naruto: I wonder if I should ask him out on- Sakura-chan?
  • Sakura: It's- It's-
  • Naruto: Sakura-chan, your eye is twitch-
  • Sakura: HINATA
  • Naruto: What?
  • Sakura: HINATA, SHE'S THE ONE WHO- HINATA, SHE'S A GIRL, SHE'S ALWAYS- THE CHUNIN EXAMS, NEJI'S COUSIN, YOU CAN NOT BE THIS DENSE, BAKA NARUTO!
  • Naruto: ...
  • Sakura: ...
  • Naruto: I don't get it. What does Hinata have to do with Sasuke and me?
  • Sakura: You know what, never mind. Yeah, take him out to eat ramen. Figure out how you'll revive his clan together while you're at it. It's not going to be easy since you're both guys, but when was anything ever easy for you two? It never stopped you before.
  • Sakura: Kami-sama, I tried. I really did. I'll leave the rest up to you.
  • Naruto: Sakura-chan, you're not making any sense. Where are you going? Oi, Sakura-chan!

roseworth  asked:

hi neil! i've loved your work for a very long time, and while mucking around on long dead hellblazer forums, i came across a comment that said you claimed to have met death on a flight. i googled this claim and couldn't find anything about it, so i've come to ask you if it's true. and if it is, have you met any of your other creations?

No, it wasn’t me. Here’s what they were thinking about – from http://ew.com/article/2011/07/26/neil-gaiman-grant-morrison-talk/

NG: One of [the stories] was the point where I realized how absolutely sane, in the sense of “lives in the real world,” Dave McKean is.

GM: Oh, God, yes. Thank God.

NG: You wouldn’t think to look at Dave’s imagery. He was going to the San Diego Comic-Con and he got there late. He was coming over from the UK and his plane came in incredibly late. I asked what happened and a guy had died on the plane, and they had to land and get him taken away to a hospital. It was this whole big thing, a guy in the middle of a transatlantic flight just died. “But I could tell I was coming to Comic-Con,” Dave said, “because there was one of your fans on the plane.” I said, “Oh?” And he said, “Yeah, she was dressed as Death.” And I thought, you know, if it were me, I would have wondered, just for a moment, “What are we saying here?” Dave, of course, has that gloriously rational mind that never does that, whereas you and I are both slightly mad.

Pipsqueak (Tom Holland x Reader)

Hello there, I just have to say I love your writing so much. I think you’re amazing, I was wondering if I could make a Tom Holland x Reader request? Where reader and Tom are dating but it’s like been for a month or so and reader is short and always has trouble reaching things and doing things. (I’m 4'10 so my short problems are real) and Tom just laughs but does help and keeps reminding reader how much he loves how short she is? I just really need some fluff at the moment :)

Originally posted by wwwkissmelovemehugme


“Tommy? Come grab this for me, please?” you ask your boyfriend while standing on your tiptoes, pointing at the baking sheet on the top shelf. You’re baking cookies for Harrison because he just got cast in a short film. The celebration is in an hour and you really want to make him his favourite biscuits before you went. Tom steps forward and wraps one arm around your waist, his hand making contact with your uncovered midriff. You stop reaching towards the cupboard and choose to hug his arm against your body. His other arm reaches out and grabs the baking sheet before handing it to you. “Here you go, sweetness,” he whispers into your hair before stepping back. He retreats back to the couch, but not without pinching your bum first. You swat his hand away.

God, he thinks as he backs away while watching you, I love you.

*

“Babe! Where’d you put the movie?” you called out to Tom. “On the shelf above the TV!” he shouts back from the bedroom. You reach up to grab it but find yourself unable. Instead of struggling, you opt to grab a tall stool from the kitchen counter and to kneel on that. Tom walks in to see you standing on a wooden stool with your arm raised holding the movie out to him. He sighs happily at the sight before choosing to carry you off the stool to the couch. You squeal with laughter when he picks you up. He tosses you onto the cushioned couch and leans to kiss your forehead. Yup, you think as you pull him into a kiss, I definitely love this guy.

*

From that first day, you swear that Tom repeatedly places everything high up so you can’t reach. Your tea mugs have gradually moved from the lowest shelf to the second highest, the cereal lives on top of the fridge instead of on the counter beside it. Everything has moved so you can’t grab anything, and now you’re having family over for dinner. Your families are coming at quarter to six so you have to set the table while dinner is cooking. 

The plates are on the highest shelf above your mugs. With a huff, you pull yourself up onto the counter. Kneeling there you can reach the plates. You hear a snort of laughter from behind you and you turn to see your boyfriend leaning in the doorway. “Not funny,” you mumble. He strolls over to place his hands either side of your knees. He laughs breathily and rests his forehead against the small of your back. “It’s kinda funny,” he tells you. “Well, you can laugh as you’re carrying plates.” “Can do, shortie.” 

Your foot gently kicks his butt as he walks away and he can’t help but chuckle as he hears a muffled “Arsehole”.

*

“(Y/N)?” Harrison calls as he walks through the front door of your and Tom’s apartment. “In here!” you yell back from the living room. He walks in to see you standing on the back of the couch trying to grab something from above the doorway opposite you. The doorways in your apartment with Tom were obnoxiously tall which means you can’t reach, even will a chair underneath your feet. “Oy, get down from there! Tom will kill me if I was here when you broke your neck from falling,” he scolds. “He’s the one making me do it! He put my fucking keys on top of the doorframe!” At this, Harrison doubles over in laughter. 

“I’d understand why,” he says, chuckling. “Why?” you ask. He snorts before replying cheekily, “well, I do have a really good view of your arse from here. It’s definitely not a bad sight.” That gets him a pillow chucked at his face.

I’m totally getting Tom back for this, you think with a smile on your face.

*

“Tom, this needs to stop. I can’t do anything around our house without getting on my tiptoes,” you berate Tom when he walks through the door. “I don’t see what the problem is,” he replies cheekily. “How’d you end up getting your keys?” At this comment, Harrison walks out from behind you into the hallway. Tom doubles over in laughter, “YOU CALLED HARRISON!” he shrieks amused. “Yeah, and apparently I have a nice arse,” you say and wink at Harrison. With that comment, Tom’s laughter dies and he begins to glare at his best friend. You turn to Harrison and get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Thanks, Haz. You were a big help, today.” Let’s just say Tom was a bit mad at the both of you for a few days.

*

You’ve gotten used to the height of everything by now. You’ve mastered counter climbing as well as chair mounting. Tom can’t help but smile lovingly when he sees your daily conquests to get a tea mug or the cereal box. He likes to watch when you stand on a stool and reach up because his large t-shirts you sleep in ride up your thigh. When you go to grab your jacket from the back of the front door, you instinctively kick your leg up. He doesn’t think he has seen anything better, though, than when you stand on his feet on your tiptoes just to lay a loving kiss to his lips.

“Babe,” he says finally. It’s a Sunday morning and you’re both in lying bed. You hum to acknowledge him. “I love you,” he whispers into your hair, “so, so much.” “I love you too, superhero.”

I love you more, he thinks.

“No, you don’t,” you tell him, still facing away from him.

“What?” he questions.

You turn to face him and snuggle into the pillow before grabbing his hand and wrapping it around your waist.“I can tell right there you were thinking ‘Oh I love you more, though’. But you don’t. It’s a fact.”

He giggles and tells you, “But I do, though. I love you to infinity.”

“Yeah?” You ask. 

“Yeah,” he tells you sincerely; a loving look in his eyes.

When you say, “Well, I love you infinity plus two.” He can’t help but laugh.

Anonymous said: May I request a Jeff imagine where he’s been asking you out for a while now and you always turn him down? So one day you hear him talking to Clay and Tony about how it’s actually starting to hurt him a bit and he thinks something’s wrong with him because of constant rejection by the one girl he likes. The other jocks keep teasing him about Y/N’s rejection which upsets him, but you shock all of them by going up and kissing him which leads to a hot makeout session and ask him on a date.

Originally posted by cutie---kisses

JEFF X READER

You’re sitting in the bleachers, letting Sheri show you the newest cheer routine that she wanted to teach her girls. While you aren’t the cheer type, you don’t mind letting your best friend bounce any and all ideas off of you.

“Woo!” You obnoxiously shout as Sheri ends the routine in a split. “Now show me some spirit fingers and the routine will be perfect!”

Sheri laughs, shaking her head in amusement as she slowly stands to her feet. You feel the bleachers shaking because someone’s  either running on them or just acting a fool, and you turn your head just in time to see Jeff slide in next to you and wrap an arm around your shoulders.

“Smooth, Atkins. Very smooth,” you laugh.

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anonymous asked:

prompt: more of even thinking his boyfriend is the funniest/cutest person ever whenever he does anything honestly (see as reference: even's look directed at isak before proceeding to kiss him in disbelief/amazement after the whole "your mother pays me 500 a week no wonder she wants to meet me thing"

Sometimes - most of the time - the way Even looks at Isak still overwhelms him. Isak always shoves his gross feet into Even’s lap whenever he’s cold. Even will complain about how high maintenance he is, but he’ll massage Isak’s feet with a grin. Isak will make some bad joke about atoms and hydrogen bonding that falls flat with the rest of the guys, but Even will still kiss him, even if the rest of their friends have started mental lists of “reasons why Isak isn’t funny and shouldn’t be allowed to try.” Isak will try to rap along to whatever NAS song is playing at the time, and he knows his rapping is subpar at best, but Even gets this dopey look on his face like I chose you, dorkiness and all.

It’s a lot of pressure to handle, especially when it feels like he should be more, the way Even is. Even can pull off ten layers of clothes in all of his hipster glory, even if, by all accounts, he should look like a very sad burrito. Even knows all the best songs, the most artsy movies, and when he gets excited, Isak can hardly keep up. Even’s friends are actually popular, and it’s not fair, because Even’s just transferred to Nissen. Isak’s pretty sure he caught Magnus eating M&M’s off the floor the other day. There’s no parallel universe where his friends are actually cool.

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anonymous asked:

In the first season, I recall that whole subplot of Zuko having Katara's necklace for a bit and now I'm wondering if Book 4 would have called back to that somehow with the development of Zuko and Katara having a romance.

I can see something like that. It would be funny if they were visiting the Water Tribe, and Master Pakku made a comment about how he just so happened to find that necklace on the ground. And how it was a sign that he would finally be with the love of his life. And Zuko has a weird moment of recognition on his face of the same thing happening to him.

It makes me wonder what Zuko was thinking when he found it. He knew that it was Katara’s but since it is a betrothal necklace he might have assumed that she was engaged. That is what Yugoda thought. And maybe that was why he thought it was important enough to get Katara to tell him where the Avatar was. He wouldn’t have known it was important because of her mother. But she does say that it was her mother’s when he showed it to her.

Then in the cave she tells him that her mother was killed by the Fire Nation. He probably remembered how he used the necklace at that point and felt really bad because it belonged to her dead mother.

Drunk Headcanons- Gentlemen

“Alcohol does not change you, it just makes you lose control of your inhibitions. What those people did–it was inside them.” -Dan Howlter

Genji

  • Pre-cyborg? Definitely the sexual predator drunk. Can’t keep his hands off anyone, cat-calls, making offensive comments, and much more likely to make a move on you and wake up with you the next morning with no memory how he got there.
    • Liked all kinds of wild, new cocktails (Sakura martinis, Niagara Grapes, even Grasshoppers)
  • Even though he drank a lot back then, this pretty boy could never build up a proper tolerance. Two and a half cocktails in and he’s singing ebarassingly at the kareoke bar
  • Now, well, I’m not sure he can process alcohol in his new body
    • I mean, it hasn’t been explicitely said if he can eat and drink or not anymore, but I’m assuming not
    • This has actually been really bugging me, in one of his voice lines, he says “Ramen! *sigh* It’s just not the same anymore.”
    • Which raises the question if it’s just that he can’t eat or if things taste differently or don’t taste at all for him
      • Which then makes me wonder if he has a mouth, which I think he does uuugh, I’m so confused
    • And in the newest lines with him and Angela exchanging chocolates? Angela would know whether or not he can eat, so she either knows he can eat the chocolates or is just giving them to him as a kind gesture to show that even though he’s a cyborg, he still deserves the same courtesies given to regular humans
  • BUT for now, I’m going to assume he can’t drink anymore
    • Although he still has a brain, so that means his brain can still be intoxicated, so saying that he was somehow intoxicated through some other means…
  • He would be very unaccustomed to the feeling, after all, it’s been so long since he’s been tipsy or drunk
    • Gets very quiet and ponderous, examining himself curiously for any reasons why he feels buzzed (think Legolas after the drinking contest in Lord of the Rings)

McCree

  • As he says in the game, he prefers alcohol with more of a bite to it
    • So I’d say he prefers tequila, whisky, gin
    • Back in his Deadlock days, when he turned 16, the members probably gave him a little “initiation” involving a bottle of tequila, a lemon, Kosher salt, and a worm (look it up)
  • Drinking is a common part of Jesse’s life, and he almost always sipping on a glass of whisky in the evenings
    • Gets wasted at least once every two weeks
    • Not the most healthy lifestyle
  • But he’s pretty good at hiding that he’s drunk
    • Sure, he gets louder, sillier, maybe a little grope-y with his s/o, but when it comes to drunk tests, as long as there’s no breathalizers, he can walk a straight line like it’s nothing
    • Years of experience
  • He has a pretty high tolerance, he is a cowboy after all, and he can drink most anyone under the table
    • But after about 10 shots of tequila, he’s gonna get drunk

Reaper

  • Back in his Overwatch days, probably went out drinking with Jack quite a bit
    • These two would usually have some cold beers, but on special nights, martinis or margaritas
    • I’d even headcanon that he used to make the martinis and margaritas for the two of them
    • Can probably still shake up a potent drink even now
  • Used to have drinking contests every now and then with Torbjorn, Jack, and Reinhardt. He had a friendly contest with Jack, but always resented Rein for winning 70% of the time
    • He came close to beating him once, but…
  • He has a pretty good alcohol tolerance even today, it’s just that he doesn’t drink much anymore (not sure if he even can in his ghostly form)
  • But even if he can drink as Reaper, he probably avoids drinking simply because it interferes with his work
    • Doesn’t want to look unprofessional
  • But before the fall of Overwatch, when he and Morrison were butting heads, he probably drank quite a bit to calm his nerves
    • And some nights he’d just drink, and drink, and drink…
  • A mix of the angry, emotional, and tired drunk
    • Starts off really pissed, maybe throwing things, complaining about how much he hates Overwatch
    • Then gets really emo and mopes. Back then it’d be about how he lost his friendship with Jack. Now it’d be about living as a literal ghost
    • Then just collapses and falls asleep

Soldier: 76

  • Back in his Overwatch days, probably went out drinking with Gabriel quite a bit 
    • These two would usually have some cold beers, but on special nights, martinis or margaritas
  • Used to have drinking contests every now and then with Torbjorn, Gabe, and Reinhardt
    • Almost always the first one out. Though, he has a decent tolerancy
  • Was probably still professional with his alcohol before the fall of Overwatch
    • He was the Strike Commander, after all
    • Only drank off-duty
  • Now, he’s a little less of gentleman and will drink beer and whisky whenever he feels like it
    • He’s a grizzly, war-worn old man, you think he cares?
  • He’s an angry and emotional drunk
    • He won’t start fights, but if someone says even remotely offensive about him or his friends, he’ll be up in their face!
    • But towards the end of the night, he’ll get really sad and will start to monologue about the “good ‘ol days”

Hanzo

  • Prefers sake or any smooth, sophisticated drink. Nothing with a “bite” to it like McCree likes
  • Has always been very responsible with his alcohol. He had an image to uphold after all, and that sense of duty has never left him
    • Slowly sips his sake, taking into account how much he’s had and when to stop
  • But he’s such a kill-joy when he drinks with friends or significant others
    • Always reminding them when they’ve gone over their limit, being dubious of whether or not they can handle certain drinks, and sometimes cutting them off entirely!
  • Very much like Symm when it comes to drinking. He’ll drink, but he doesn’t believe alcohol should be drank for the sake of getting drunk. It should be savored for its taste and history. Only drinks it to unwind
  • But he can still get drunk. Once he’s hit a nice buzz, his responsibility will begin to waver, and he’ll lose track of how much he’s had
    • Probably the emotional drunk, mumbling about how the Shimada empire was to be his, how horrible he was to kill Genji, blah blah blah…

Junkrat

  • Ooooh boy…Oh dear….
  • There is NOTHING this boy won’t drink (but it has to be confirmed alcohol. He will not drink turpentine or boot-shine just to get drunk)
  • But this boy won’t even shy away from moonshine!
  • For him, alcohol was MADE to get you drunk! Jamie doesn’t drink unless he is seriously aiming to get wasted!
    • But he’s not a total alcoholic. He never drinks when he’s on a heist because he knows it’ll affect his work
    • Only drinks when he knows he doesn’t have anywhere to be in the next 12 hours (this does not exclude day drinking)
  • Usually just drinks plain old amber fluid (Aussie slang for beer) since it’s the cheapest
  • Always makes sure his friends have something to drink along with him. Coldies for everyone!
    • But who said he was paying? Who said he didn’t steel the coldies?
  • Not sure what Jamison’s tolerancy is since he chugs his drinks too fast to keep track of. He wants to get on that high fast!
  • A loud, silly drunk who laugh maniacally and catches the bar on fire!

Torbjorn

  • Despite his size, he can drink a lot.
  • In his drinking contests with Rein, Gabe, and Jack, he’d win occasionally
  • A very loud drunk who will do drunken jigs on the table

Reinhardt

  • Good luck getting this man drunk. He’s drank some bars clean before
  • He’s seven feet tall, after all
  • Loves a good drinking contest since he knows he’ll usually win
    • But just like battle, he lives for that rush of competition as he swigs down another glass of beer, staring his opponent dead in the eyes
  • Prefers German beers with the occasional schnapps
  • IF somehow you got him drunk, I’m sorry
  • He’s loud and VERY unaware of his size and spatial relation
  • He’ll teeter around, knock things over, collapse into tables (breaking them), and knock people flat on their faces when he pats them on the back
  • And if he passes out, you’ll have to call a tow truck to haul him out of there

Roadhog

  • Doesn’t like to brag, but he has a tolerancy level to rival Reinhardt’s
  • Can often be caught day drinking on the couch with a coldie, even when he has somewhere to be that day (he can handle a few beers before then)
  • But usually doesn’t drink in front of people except Junkrat, since it requires him to lift up his mask or take it off entirely
    • If he were to brag about his drinking capabilities, then someone would try to get him to prove it, and he doesn’t want to take off his mask in public…
  • But then there’s Junkrat, bragging for him, “You wouldn’t believe how much my friend Roadie here can drink!”
    • “Mrrghh…” he grumble, “Shut. Up.”
  • The biggest, hungriest, sleepiest drunk. It’s hard to get him drunk, though
  • But once he is, he’ll suddenly start making drunk food decisions and ordering hugs amounts of food at once!
    • Then he’ll scarf it all down, let out a monstrous burp, and pass out…
  • You should have seen how much he ordered during Chinese New Year! Where do you think that highlight reel came from?

Lucio

  • He likes a good drink as much as the average guy, but he’s always sure to be careful
  • An all-around wholesome guy who looks out for his friends too when they drink. Reminds them when it’s time to take a break, have a snack, or maybe stop all together
  • His favorite drinks are Jell-O shots and he loves drinking if it involves a drinking game
  • When he gets drunk, though, he’ll pull out his tunes and start playing them really loud!
    • Eventually he’ll dig up some irritating meme music and start blaring that, laughing hysterically to it
  • He’s been booted from a few clubs early in his career for playing annoying music. Now he knows when it’s time to be responsible.

Zenyatta

  • Zenny can’t drink, but I’m sure there’s a way to screw with an omnics circuits and recreate a drunken feeling for them
  • And he’d be such a silly drunk! He is only 20 after all–sassy little college student…
  • The next morning he’d be so apologetic for anything he did. He’d say that he just wasn’t himself.
The Thing That Kept Him Safe

Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers

Warnings: TWS Bucky, Violence, blood

Summary: No one knew how they used to control The Winter Soldier back in the day but Steve thinks he has finally found it.

Word Count: 2613

A/N: I missed writing so I finished this and I hope it’s alrightttt! Thank you for being patient as fuck while I’m on my hiatus and HOLY FUCK THANK YOU FOR 700+ READERS!!!!!! Thank you so much to @stevette60​ for requesting this awesome fic!

Originally posted by rohgers

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My Girlfriend's An Idiot

Request: I was wondering if you could do a Jasper imagine, from twilight, where he and the reader are fighting because she’s human and he doesn’t want her to get hurt, but she does the thing regardless and someone accidentally hurts her and Jasper’s alter ego comes out and almost attacks the person so reader has to calm him down and it’s just really cute and fluffy… Sorry this is long.

Warnings: swearing, fluff

Originally posted by sweetlambs

“You know, for someone who’s seen me naked, I’m a little uncomfortable at how much you try to act like you’re my father.” You snapped, walking through your house, gathering the stuff you’d need for your day trip.  

“Y/N, you know I’d never try to control you. I’m just … worried about having you over there. Where I can’t reach you.” Jasper followed behind you. 

You sighed. Jessica had invited you to La Push for the day, and Jasper had basically asserted that you were not going to go. He was bothered by the fact that he couldn’t go with you and protect you. And probably slightly bothered by the fact that you’d be hanging out with boys from school. Mostly, though, he worried about the Quileute pack making an appearance.

“Bella’s going too, you and Edward can suffer together.” You said, throwing sun screen and a towel into your tote bag. You felt yourself calming down, and turned around. “Can you please not do that?”  

Jasper’s lips twitched. “It’s a habit.” 

“Well quit it. I’m angry at you. Take it like a man.” You said, a hint of humor in your voice as you turned around, making your way to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you so that you could change into a bathing suit. He was still standing there when you came out. 

“They’re animals.” Jasper said. “And even worse, they’re teenage boys.” 

You heard the dryness in his voice but you could see the worry in his expression. He truly didn’t want you to go. 

“Mostly, though, they’re just teenage boys. And I can handle those.” You said, grabbing his hands. “Jess and Angela and Bella are gonna be there too, okay? And Mike and Eric.” 

Jasper rolled his eyes. “Mike and Eric couldn’t protect you from a pack of guinea pigs.”  You snorted, but softened when he wrapped his arms around you from behind. “They’ll be able to smell me on you. If you got hurt, I don’t know what I would do.” 

You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. “I’ll be careful.” You said, putting one hand on his cheek, fingers brushing over his sharp jawline. “I’ll text you. I’ll stay with people I know. But I’m going.” 

He sighed, his hands rubbing absently over your hips. “I suppose I can’t stop you.” He smirked. “I mean, I could.” 

“But you won’t.” You said smugly, turning to pack the rest of your things. 

“Because my girlfriend carries a surprising amount of wrath in her fragile, mortal body?” He asked, hands still on your hips. 

“Yes.” You say, shouldering you bag. “And because you love her and would never dream of restricting her freedom for your own selfish reasons.”  

“I’m so glad we’re on the same page.” He said sarcastically, leaning in to kiss your lips, and then your jaw, and down your throat, before he stiffened and Jessica’s car honked from the street. 

“Guess that’s my ride.” You said. 

He nodded, no longer trying to conceal the worry in his eyes. “I’ll text you.” You said, and he nodded again, stiffly. “And I love you.” You said softly, with a smile. 

He was unable to stop the smile that answered yours, “Yeah, yeah. Sure you do.” He said softly, which was his way of saying it back. 

You kissed him again when he walked you to the door before you jumped into the backseat of Jessica’s convertible, where Bella was already seated with Angela in the front. Jessica cranked up the music on the radio before the four of you sped off to meet up with Mike and Eric and head to La Push. 

You spent the first couple of hours tossing around in the waves. You wrestled Mike to the ground for slapping you with a piece of sea weed until he finally gave up fighting you and apologized. You crawled onto the beach exhausted with the girls and sat in the sand, under the cool grey sky. Though you could tell Jasper was desperately trying not to check in too much, you made sure he knew you were okay every hour or two. 

The boys suggested, once it became too cold to swim, that they all take a hike up to the cliffs. Everyone was fairly rested up after swimming and agreed, so you all shrugged your clothes back on and set off up the narrow mountain trail that led to the cliffs above La Push beach. 

“And people jump off of these for fun?” Jessica asked skeptically, trying to stare over the cliffs but not daring to come within five feet of the edge. 

“That make you nervous?” Mike made like he was going to push her and earned a shriek and a smart punch in the arm in return.  

“Any of you ever jumped before?” All of them turned to see a group of three boys emerging onto the cliff, clad in normal clothes but clearly very muscular, and all with dark hair cropped short and dark eyes. You’d never seen the wolves in person but you knew that these had to be some of them, ripped with muscle though the oldest one couldn’t have been more than twenty.  

“No way, man.” Eric said. “I’m Eric. This is Mike, that’s Jessica, Y/N, Bella, and Angela.” 

“Sam.” 

“Jared.” 

“Paul.” Each of the boys introduced themselves. You noticed them glancing at you, and you realized Jasper must have been right. They could smell him on you. They all shared a glance and you tried your best not to notice, staring at your phone. 

They’re here. You texted Jasper. 

His reply was almost immediate: I will come get you. 

Do not cross that treaty line. You sent back. Under any circumstances.

You ground your teeth, looking up briefly. 

“Y/N, we’re headed back down to start a campfire. You coming?” Angela asked, frowning briefly your troubled expression and glancing at your phone. 

“I’ll be down in a minute.”  You said, and they left you alone. You looked back down at your phone.  

Who’s being selfish now? Jasper asked.

For keeping you from starting a war? You challenged. 

For risking your life because you’re too stubborn to admit you might be in danger.  He shot back.  

You shook your head, eyes completely focused on your phone when suddenly the ground fell out from under you and you screamed. 

The edge of the cliff. You’d wandered too close to the edge of the cliff. You were falling, eyes closed, and then, with a painful jerk of your arm, you weren’t anymore. Someone had caught you. The one named Sam had grabbed your wrist. 

“Grab the ledge.” He said, voice straining with the effort of holding your dead weight. You did and slowly, he hauled you back onto the rocky outcropping. You collapsed on your back on the hard ground, breathing heavily, your arm draped over your eyes. 

“Nice … catch.” You said between breaths, still reeling, adrenaline coursing like acid through your veins. 

“No problem.” Sam said, sitting beside you. His chest still heaved but he was catching his breath a lot easier than you were. “For future reference though, maybe don’t text on the edge of a cliff.” 

You let out a laugh, loud with relief as it dawned on you that you very well could have been killed just now and somehow remained relatively unscathed. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.” You said, bringing your phone up to look at it before you realized it was not in your hand. 

“Oh no.” You said, rolling onto your stomach and leaning up to look over the cliff before slapping your hand over your face. “Shit, shit, shit!”  

You jumped to your feet and found yourself dizzy. Sam steadied you. 

“Take it easy, what’s wrong?” He asked. 

“My phone!” You pointed to the cliff. “I was talking to-” You cut yourself off, realizing who you were talking to now, and just shook your head. “Um … I need to get ahold of someone. Do you have a cell phone?”  

He shook his head, “Sorry. I’m sure one of your friends does, though. We can walk down and …” His voice trailed off as you thought. Jasper was panicking. You just knew it. If you told him the wolves were here and then didn’t text him back … the longer you waited increased the likelihood that he was on his way here. It left you with one option. 

You turned to face Sam. “I need you to drive me to the treaty line.”  

Sam didn’t seem all that surprised that you knew what that was, but crossed his arms and looked you over. “Why?” 

“You know who my boyfriend is, I know you can smell it on me.” You said. He tilted his head up and watched you. “I was texting him about you being here. If he knows I was with you and then I don’t text back, he’ll try to come get me.”  

Sam’s eyebrows shot up. “And start a war?” 

“If he thinks I’m in danger.” You said. “You’re the leader, right? Sam Uley?” He watched you, but didn’t say anything. “This doesn’t have to end in a fight. Not if you can get me there in time.” 

Sam seemed to look over you, trying to decide if you were telling the truth, before he shook his head. “Get on.” 

He took off his shirt and doubled over and before you knew it a black wolf the size of a grizzly bear was standing in front of you. Get on, he’d said.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You mumbled, before struggling onto his back. He let out a small growl which you guessed was wolf for ‘hold on’ and then took off at a run.

You’d been running with Jasper before, and were quite surprised to find that the wolf was just as fast, if not faster. Trees flew by you in a blur of darkness now that the sun had set and before you knew it, you’d reached the treaty line. You rolled off his back and doubled over, hands on knees, stomach churning. Though he was just as fast, Sam was not nearly as graceful. He looked at you warily before something in the woods caught his attention and he crouched into a more defensive position.

“Jasper?” You called out, knowing that’s the only one it could be, but Sam’s head was darting around, his lips curling back over huge canine teeth. There was more than one. “Emmett? Alice? Ed?” You guessed. “I’m fine, no one’s trying to hurt me.”

You glanced at the ground for something, perhaps, that marked where the actual treaty line was, but there was nothing, so you just glanced back at Sam and moved about ten feet forward, hoping that would put you in Cullen territory.

Emmet and Edward appeared just ten feet away, eyes trained on the wolf. Jasper was already in front of you.

“You smell like one of them, are you hurt?” He asked, voice stricken with tension.

“No, I lost my phone and-” You tried but he interrupted you.

“What’s this?” Jasper held up your bruised wrist and ignited a similar pain in your shoulder from where Sam had hauled you back over the cliff. You sucked air through your teeth and jerked your hand away from him instinctively.

What happened next happened very quickly. Edward, reading Jasper’s thoughts, said something along the lines of ‘grab him’ and before you knew it Emmet and Jasper were struggling behind you, Jasper trying to get to Sam, Emmett pouring all of his strength into keeping Jasper behind the treaty line. Sam was crouched and snarling, not attacking first but ready should Jasper get to him. Edward realized that Emmett may not be enough to hold him and grabbed Jasper’s other shoulder as Jasper kicked and snarled, as if all he wanted was to cross the treaty line. Before you really knew what you were doing, you were standing in front of Jasper.

“Y/N he’s not in control right now, you need to move.” Edward said seriously. He was not as strong as Emmett and his grip on Jasper’s arm kept slipping. You didn’t listen.

“Jasper look at me. Not him, me.” You said evenly. He didn’t listen until your hand touched his face. When he looked at you, you could tell it was not entirely Jasper staring back at you. Not your Jasper, anyway. “He didn’t hurt me, okay? You have to believe me, he didn’t. I lost my phone. He brought me here because I knew you’d be looking for me.” You said, your nails scratching in the hairs at the base of his neck.

He was still struggling but it seemed as if he was struggling away from you now, afraid he’d hurt you when he was not in control.

“Look at me.” You said again, forcing him to focus only on you.

“It’s working.” Edward said, looking at you. “Keep going.”

You looked back to Jasper and smiled. “Baby I’m fine. No one hurt me.” You said, your hands on either side of his face. “Listen, I’ll explain everything. But I need you to calm down.”

Jasper glanced back at Sam, and you did too.

“Thank you, Sam. For everything. You can go.” You said. Sam watched you for a second before he seemed to decide to trust you, and turned, loping off into the woods.

“He didn’t hurt you?” Jasper asked, his voice still laced with fury, but it was clear he was back in control.

“You can let him go.” You said to Emmett and Jasper, taking a breath.

“He saved her life.” Edward said, having apparently read Sam’s thoughts, “Apparently you were the one who almost killed her.” His voice was thick with amusement.

Jasper’s eyes widened and he straightened up. “What?” He asked.

You laughed in spite of yourself. “I may have been arguing with you and walked off a cliff.”

Jasper just watched you. “What.”

You broke into a fit of giggles and put your uninjured arm around him. “Let’s just go home. I have to go buy a new cellphone tomorrow.”

“My girlfriend’s an idiot.” Jasper put his arm around you, clearly pissed but amused as well.

“You love her.” You said smugly. His arm tightened around your waist.

there’s a little girl at work i just wanna talk about a bit

she’s 7, she’s autistic and has a physical condition so she can walk with a walker but usually uses a tiny, tiny wheelchair with patterned wheels

when she is excited, she flaps, rocks, shrieks and she spins her chair in tiny circles. oh my god

she is pretty much the opposite of tactile defensive. if she sees a cool new texture she is going in with both fists. no craft or edible substance is safe. and no-one is safe from the mess. she comes to our afterschool service and her entire body and chair are always coated in paint, glitter and other miscellaneous stains. always

never do a craft activity with her without accepting that she will be covered in whatever it is up to her elbows, and any nearby surfaces will get liberally coated

i made candles with her, with soya wax at a very low temperature and it’s a good thing i did because she was like “stir colour in with crayons? how about overflow the entire container by dumping crayons in and then pulling them out by hand?”

she’s good friends with a slightly older boy who has a physical condition and can’t talk, and she has learned to do choice hands with him, so when she comes into our evening service and sees him she says “hi [name], did you have a good day at school? yes or no” and does the choice hands, all while wiggling with happiness at seeing him

she communicates mostly through scripting one way or another, like pretty much everything she says has a singsong quality to it and has obviously been pieced together and practised, which i think is amazing and wonderful. one thing she says often when she leaves is, “thank you for inviting me to [organisation], see you on [day of next service!]”

when she makes cakes, which she loooooves doing, your main difficulty is preventing her very casually eating all the mix and the icing as she goes along…again, in fistfuls. the best bit is her completely nonchalant demeanour as she does this

Midnight Masquerade - Part 8

Originally posted by beui

Genre: Vampire!AU | Fluff | Angst

Synopsis: Your best friend drags you into attending a masquerade ball with her, only to abandon you in the middle of the strange dance. Standing alone in the midst of a flurry of people, the events that play out here change the course of your life; only to leave you wondering; who is under the mask?

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi (Ft. the other boys of BTS cx)

Word count: 2119

Warnings: None for this part c:

Series: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10

(A/N: Ah, I’m not sure if this came out okay cx I really would like feedback, are you guys still enjoying the series? Is the pace too slow? Does it need more action? Please let me know! Ah, I’m not entirely satisfied with this part, but I wanted to update it, and I had to get it done today because I won’t have time tomorrow for sure ;-;)


Yoongi stared at Nurse Sumi, his figure now upright and attentive, his eyebrows furrowed in a questioning expression. Even the other boys in the room were murmuring amongst themselves, their gazes also focused towards Sumi, waiting for an explanation. The youngest, Jungkook, nudged Jimin, his eyes darting around at the other member’s inquisitive, surprised faces, knowing nothing about was going on.

“Come again?” Yoongi said slowly, glancing over at your figure still and unconscious, your hair sprawled out over the pillow, and then back to Sumi, his gaze intense and unwavering. “You’ve lost me, Sumi. And the others look even more confused, so care to explain?”

Sumi sighed, pulling over a plastic chair, the scraping causing the boys to wince slightly. Looking around at the boys, who were now leaned forward, listening intently, her gaze stopped on Yoongi, and she began explaining the situation.

“I’m not sure if I should be telling you this, or if I should leave this for your father to explain, but I guess I should explain what’s going on. To summarise, when you were a child, Yoongi, you were betrothed to, who I think is, (Y/N) over there,” she said, nodding at your sleeping figure. “If she is the right person, then she’s a half-breed, not fully vampire, but also not fully human. Something didn’t work out, it seems, otherwise she wouldn’t be here, she’d still be living in our area… I don’t know the specifics, but your father set me the task to find her again… and here we are… ” Sumi explained calmly, ignoring Yoongi’s increasingly confused expression.

Yoongi continued to stare at her, his eyes scanning her expression, and yet she remained straight faced, no sign of lying evident in her face. Was that why he felt such a connection to you? Did you know each other at one point? Who were you exactly? So many thoughts began swimming around in his mind, and he felt himself left with more questions than answers. The other boys began murmuring amongst themselves, their gazes occasionally darting to glance over at you, as Yoongi sat there, mulling over this new information.

“If she’s a half-breed as you say, then how will the… bite affect her? You said she’s not human, so…?” Yoongi’s voice broke the quiet atmosphere, his eyes fixating on the jagged scar on your neck. What brought him to do that? You fascinated him still, as he watched your still body, your skin strikingly paler than before.

“Why exactly does she have a bite mark on her neck, Yoongi hyung?” Jimin piped up from his corner of the room, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “What did you do? You never did explain that.”

Everyone turned to stare at Yoongi once again, eyes squinting slightly in confusion and curiosity. “Ah that…” Yoongi rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, trying to work out how to explain himself. “I kinda might have bitten her… It was her scent…” Yoongi tried to defend himself before trailing off awkwardly, his eyes darting around the room as the boys snickered amongst themselves.

“You think he would’ve been able to tell she wasn’t exactly human, huh?” Namjoon asked, trying to hide his own smile, as the boys held in their giggles, Taehyung nudging Jungkook with a laugh.

Yoongi glared at them all, trying to hide his own embarrassment behind a cold front, but Jimin simply mumbled something to Hoseok by him, bursting out into a fit of giggles.

“You’re into some weird stuff, Yoongi hyung…” Jimin laughed, his eyes scrunching up into crescents. “What were the two of you getting up to, hm?”

“Say one more thing, and you’re dead Jimin,” Yoongi threatened, and yet spinning around when he heard you stir, groaning as you tried to sit up.

“What happened? Did I pass out again?” You said with a rough voice, shaking your arms around. The pain had lessened, resulting in a dull, bearable throbbing in your head. Crossing your arms, you looked around expectantly, your eyebrows raised.

“Now, can someone please explain what the hell has been going on with my body? The random fainting spells, the pain, everything?” You twisted your body, your gaze fixated on Yoongi. “Yoongi, what the hell did you do to me?” You gestured to the bite mark, and the room erupted with laughter again.

You were not in the mood for laughing at this point, you simply wanted answers, and so you balled up your fists in frustration, anger bubbling up in your chest, your stare becoming fierce and fiery.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” You said slowly, between gritted teeth, and pools of murky red unknowingly settled into your irises, flashes of flames beginning to burn. “Is someone going to answer my question?”

Sumi rushed over to your side, gently attempting to push you back down onto the bed, the boys now silent, worried by your sudden change. “This is definitely new to me,” she mused, chewing on her lip in thought. “I reckon the bite has caused a physical change… it seems the human side of you was always more dominant, but the bite is reversing that, causing the vampire side of you to come out…”

“Uh, excuse me? Human side? Vampire side? Care to explain?” You gestured with your hands, completely in the dark about your current situation, your anger only building up even more, your eyes becoming darker by the second.

Yoongi moved over to your side, as you snapped your head around to face him, and yet feeling yourself soften under his weirdly concerned gaze. He awkwardly reached out to take your hand, and you visibly relaxed, your eyes reverting to their usual colour, the boys sighing in relief, knowing that could’ve ended badly.

“Ah…” Sumi spent the next five minutes attempting to explain everything she had explained to the boys, much to your shock.

“So, let me get this straight… You’re telling me that not only am I a… half-breed, but that I was supposed to get married to Yoongi over there, someday? I barely even know him, how could that be possible? My mother doesn’t have a role in this, does she? Otherwise, I have no idea…” Your stare darted from Yoongi to Sumi and back, and you threw your arms up in frustration, wondering if you had imagined the whole thing or if this really was your life now. And yet, it gave some explanation to as why you felt yourself strangely drawn to this man you barely knew, apart from seeing him around the university. Why his presence seemed to calm you down, why you felt so drawn to him. Clearly this wasn’t an ordinary case of a promise to marriage; there was something more to it.

After sitting in contemplation for a few minutes, you remembered what you had heard eavesdropping on your mother, “The bite is going to activate the dormant side of her.”

The realisation slowly hit you, that she knew. Your own mother somehow knew about this, and she had kept it from you. You were some sort of weird hybrid - at this point, you didn’t know yourself anymore - and she hadn’t ever thought to mention it. You were determined to get answers as soon as you stepped into your house; you weren’t going to drop the matter. You weren’t even human anymore. You wanted a sound explanation from your mother, and so you opted to ask her about it as soon as you got home.

Sumi slipped out of the room, leaving you still lying in bed, the sheets pulled up to your chest, and the other boys murmuring to themselves. Yoongi was staring intently at you however, his eyes wandering over your face, almost as if he was looking for something. You noticed, and it unnerved you slightly, shifting slightly to stare back. You expected him to look away, having been caught staring, and yet he only met your gaze, the two of you once again caught in your own bubble, closed off from the rest of the world, oblivious to the giggles that had started up in the corner of the room.

Yoongi felt that same strange feeling of familiarity nagging at the back of his head, but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. Something about your eyes was so familiar to him, the way your eyebrows adorably furrowed when you were annoyed or confused. You seemed so familiar and yet so new to him, and he was beginning to think he’d somehow known you somehow at one point. Sumi did say the two of you were betrothed somehow, by your fathers, so your fathers must’ve known each other. Yoongi thought about it, feeling slight dismay, knowing the motive for his father must’ve been power or something similar. It was always about power and securing his family’s position in the hierarchy with Yoongi’s father, and he had always disagreed with it. But, what could he do? It was all about connections.

So why you? Yoongi was still baffled by it, his gaze still fixated on you as he tried to work out the meaning behind Sumi’s words. Why would his father get him betrothed to you? If his father cared so much about connections and ensuring the best for his family, why you? He hadn’t ever heard of you or your family; you didn’t even live nearby it seemed. Who were you?

**

You were equally baffled by the situation, if not more. You, betrothed to a man you didn’t even know? It all seemed very old-fashioned to you, and strange. Did your mother do this? Your father didn’t even play a role in your life; you had no memory of him, your mother always avoided the subject whenever you’d tried to bring it up, her eyes holding a sense of guilt, like she knew something that she wasn’t letting on. The events that had just began unfolding in your life left you with unanswered questions, some new, some question you thought you had buried years ago.

“So, if I’m a “half-breed” as she says… wouldn’t that mean one of my parents would have to be… well, a vampire?” You said out of the blue, your arms crossed in wait.

Yoongi seemed surprised by the question, biting his lip as he thought. “Well… I assume so, I’m pretty sure that’s how half-breeds work.”

You sat up, contemplating this new information. You highly doubted your mother was anything but human (Although, at this point you weren’t sure of anything, you weren’t even human) and so this led your thoughts to drift off to the father you barely knew. Was he a vampire then? You were determined to grill your mother about all the questions you were left with, determined for answers. You looked around the room, throwing the sheets off yourself and peering around,

Sumi walked back into the room, her gaze resting on you once again. “I think it’s best I sent you home for now, (Y/N). You should be okay to come in to uni tomorrow though.”

You sighed in relief, climbing out of the bed you had been laying in and grabbing your coat and bag, ready to leave at any moment. Yoongi felt a slight pang of forlorn, and yet he kept silent, watching as you gathered your things, and making a mental note to get a hold of his father once he returned home.

“I guess I’m going then…” You trailed off, meeting Yoongi’s gaze once again, and once again the feeling of familiarity returned, your head tilting to the side slightly as you tried to work out why you felt this way, why you felt like you knew him at one point in your life. You watched as he brushed his fringe away from his eyes, your mind suddenly casting back to the strange flashback you had on the night of the ball. The child reminded you so much of him, you thought - even though the memory didn’t even seem like it belonged to you - and you stopped in your tracks.

Was Yoongi the child in your flashback? Could you have known him as a child? How would that be possible? The building from that night had felt strangely homely in a way; you realised it was strange how you seemed to know where to go, how you knew to go towards that hallway. Who was this man?

Yoongi simply stared back, and it was as if you shared the same memory, your eyes both widened, and you both took a step back.

“Our parents have some explaining to do.” You both simultaneously said, a determined look evident in the both of you.

Thoughts about Spn 12x19

SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS!

First of all TRIGGERWARNING FOR A GRAHPIC DEPICTION OF SUICIDE! If you are sensitive to see such content skip the first minutes until 5:30 (basically what happens is Dagon keeping Kelly as a prisoner, telling her again that she will die and that her son will kill the world. Devasted Kelly kills herself in order to prevent this from happen). The suicide is mentioned again later in dialogue, but I consider this less problematic than actually showing it.

Overall I really liked the episode, mostly because it was Cas-centric. And as many others speculated before this episode was all about Cas future, while 12x10 was about his past and 12x12 about the present. I liked the directing, Amanda Tapping gave us some great shots (though I still think you don’t have to show a suicide simply because it is a trigger to many folks). I am really curious now where the nephilim story is headed and I wasn’t before. They definitely took a spin on it that makes it more ambigious and will now be a huge part of Cas’s fate as well, so we will see.

Speaking off.

Castiel

Even though the episode is titled “The Future” Castiel reminded me a lot of the past, namely season 6 and 8, with him ignoring the Winchesters and going behind their backs in order to do what he thinks is the right thing. The reason he is doing it is because he thinks he fails at everything and that as well is nothing new. Cas is depressed and commits acts out of desperation since… I dunno, season 8? The difference is that in the past he tried to fix heaven and redeem himself as an angel. Now he tries to redeem himself to his family, the Winchesters. The episode made a point to confirm again what he said in 12x12: Sam and Dean are his family now. He corrects Kelvin that what he is doing is for them, not heaven and later when he tells Kelly that he betrayed his friends he adds the word “family” as well, as though he still gets used to this idea. The problem of course is that for Sam and Dean there is no need for Cas to prove himself to them. What they want is to have him around and be honest with him. What Cas sees as his failures is stuff Sam and Dean never blamed Cas for.

In that regard it is interesting to see the interactions of team free will and how different yet again Dean and Sam’s reactions are regarding Cas. (And speaking of team free will: I know this is a popular fandom term, but Dean said it once, 7 years ago in 5x13, and now he uses it again? Or does he think of them like this all the time?) Sam is just glad Cas is back, Dean is not. He is angry, he is pissed and just as in 12x10 he lets Cas know that his anger is born out of worry. Still, he tries to offer Cas an olive branch here, reminding him that they work better together. Just for Cas to leave again and on top of it, to steal the Colt. And sure, not good, but on the other side it gave us Dean slamming Cas into a wall and I myself will be forever gratefull for that scene.

I found the Cas/Kelly-dynamic interesting as well, and before anyone asks, I don’t think there was anything romantic about it. Cas wanted Sam and Dean out of the mission to spare them to kill an innocent woman, but of course in the end he couldn’t do it either. What a surprise.

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If anything I think Cas saw himself in Kelly. First when she mentioned that she was desperate enough to kill herself. The pain on Cas’s face… takes one to know one. And then of course Kelly’s believe in a plan, in fate, in destiny. I think it is no coincidence Dean mentioned team free will again, because right now the conflict of season 5 (or rather the whole Kripke era) comes back again: fate vs free will. Cas is our poster boy for free will and he learned it the hard way. He tries to spare Kelly the pain to learn that there is no greater plan and that her human life doesn’t have any value to the forces of heaven and hell. He also offers her a painless death, which reminded me a bit of Dean offering the vampire in 12x14 a painless death. Also, the fact that no human can walk through the gates of heaven without dying… I think this might become relevant again in one way or another this season.

Kelly on the other hand… I think she already trusted Cas before her child gave her a vision of the future. He had the chance to kill her but he didn’t. He listened to her. He cares about her. And the moment Cas asked who is gonna take care of the child if Kelly dies I knew the answer. Real talk: if I had a child I would totally make Cas the godparent. Also “What would Cas do?” is a question I ask myself every day. I think Kelly’s trust in Cas was a reminder to the audience why we fell in love with this character in the first place: because he is the epitome of goodness and kindness. Kelly saw that. And I think her child somehow too. If this episode was about Cas’s future than it told us what Cas’s purpose on this world is: to save it. To make it a better place. (Which of course the Winchesters do as well, but in a different way) And maybe to guide Lucifer’s child to use his powers for something great. Because power itself is neither good or bad, only the ones who use it. And Kelly said herself, no one is born evil. Also:

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The Nephilim

So how sure are we if this child is evil or not? So far we only know it wants to survive. Did he heal Kelly because he still needed her, as he is not ready yet to be born? Or did he heal his mother out of love? Was there ever a chance to kill this child? Would an abortion even have worked? Also, if nephilims are so powerfull why did Lucifer didn’t create on earlier?

Speaking off Lucifer: what is the plan here? He wants to rule over heaven, hell and everything in between with the power of his child? And as it seems the help of Dagon. I dunno if it was just me, but did it seem to anyone else that Dagon and Lucifer had a thing once? I can’t really picture Lucifer with anyone, especially not a demon, as he always looked down on them (well he looks down on everyone, so). He needed her to make sure Kelly is okay and of course to bring his child to him once it is born. But after that? And what was in for Dagon? Was it just that little power fantasy or more? And why did Lucifer had such power over her, when he was trapped in heaven and has no access to his powers? With her dead now we probably won’t get any more answers regarding their relationship.

The nephilim sure wasn’t a fan of Dagon. And that makes me wonder… of the child just wants to be born, he wouldn’t care about Dagon killing Cas or how Dagon treated Kelly as long as she was still alive. But the nephilim took care of both Kelly and Cas and killed the one thing that was a threat to both of them. He chooses his parents in a way. Now the question is if the child can really show the future. Kelly was so convinced she made sure her vision would happen, driving to the sandbox. And now I wonder what Cas saw. Or is the nephilim manipulating both of them? Remember how Sam thought he was talking to God in the beginning of season 11? Just to learn it was Lucifer all along. And Cas behaviour in the end of course gave me massive Godstiel vibes. We will see.

Some other things:

1. THE MIX TAPE!!!!!! You know who does mixtapes for each other? Boyfriends! This was right out of a fan fiction. And just “It’s a gift. you keep those”. Maybe I’m reading too much into this (arghhh who am I kidding here?) but it felt to me as if Dean was talking about something else as well. As if he wanted to say “I gave you my heart, you can’t give it back to me”.

2. Apparently Cas has a room in the bunker. *makesexictednoises*

3. Once again we are reminded that the Winchesters try to find a better way, that this is not the past repeating itself and even though we had a lot of references to past seasons the outcome might be different. And the grace extraction solution might became relevant again.

4. The Colt is gone for good. I’m not really surprised. It has always been too much of a deus ex machina, too good to be true. Not sure if it could have killed a nephilim but even if not every other hunt would have become way more easier and for this show more boring, so the thing had to go.

See you next week!

anonymous asked:

Do you mind doing the analysis for the "I'm not proposing" scene?

I love their playfulness. 

I miss it.

The teasing, the happy tones, the flirting. 

This, to me, was a glimpse into life living with married Emma and Killian. Put them in their house and have Emma getting ready for work in the morning.

“I’ve got to run to the station and finish off those reports from yesterday. It’s a risky mission - I might not make it back home before lunchtime. However will you cope without me for so long?”

“I know when you’re being facetious.” 

This is a completely different Killian to the one that was in the diner just before.

Diner Killian was airing all his fear and frustration. He’s terrified, he’s angry, and he wants more than anything for everyone to realise just how badly they need to move forward and help Emma. He’s had enough of dawdling- it’s time for everyone to pull their thumb out and get on track with saving her.

But this Killian right here is masked. He doesn’t want Emma seeing any worries or fear- he doesn’t want her to be scared or doubtful… so he’s nothing but the loving supportive boyfriend full of hope. Because that’s what Emma needs.

And that’s what he’ll give her. 

And she’s reassuring both of them that she’s got this. They have a plan and it’s going to work.

“Be careful, Emma” - he still worries for her.

N’AWWWWWW

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team voltron’s favorite disney princess as follows 

  • Shiro: Cinderella, kind and good natured and self sacrifices for others. I feel like seeing how Shiro is as a person he’d appreciate that in a princess. 
  • Pidge: Belle, one of the more brainier princesses and like Pidge can have a sharp tongue. Pidge values brains a lot so I mean obvious choice ???
  • Lance: Ariel, bubbly and carefree plus the whole mermaid thing does wonders. 
  • Hunk: Tiana, hardworking caring and shares his love of cooking and food
  • Keith: Mulan, badass and determined. Will do anything to protect loved ones even if it’s not really the ‘honorable’ thing to do.   
  • Allura: Pocahontas, strong willed and adventurous. Will take charge when the time comes and other people aren’t doing what needs to be done. 
  • Coran: Rapunzel, he likes how lighthearted and creative she is. 
wjsn for newbies here we go

BACKSTORY so cosmic girls/wjsn is made up of four units (wonder, joy, sweet, and natural) and is the baby sister girl group to sistar and monsta x. they are WILDLY gay and chaotic (have been coined the Chaos Family by yours truly). their concept is that they are from space and thats it thats the concept so space is gay. theyve had two comebacks and had a member in ioi and a member who participated in girl spirit

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