she points out shes so random

there were a lot of references in the new video, did you catch them all? let’s take a look.

1. nils sjoberg

remember that time she wrote a song with calvin harris but used a different name? this is that name, on one of the gravestones. after releasing that she had actually written the summer hit “this is what you came for,” calvin harris, among others, threw a fit on twitter - even though it had been agreed that if calvin and taylor broke up, she could express that she had written the song.

2. the out of the woods dress

this blue dress probably looks familiar! it’s the same one she wore in the out of the woods music video, the last music video of the 1989 era. this poses the same frantic question, are we out of the woods yet? as this grave-digging taylor suggests, not yet.

3. here lies 2014 met gala taylor

at first glance, it just looks like the taylor from before laying there, but after pausing it and going back, one realizes that isn’t zombie taylor, rather 2014 met gala taylor. 2014 would have been the start of the 1989 era, and the out of the woods video was the end of it, thus: by the end of 1989 era, she was ready to “bury” it.

4. the dollar bill

if you look just next to taylor’s shoulder, you can see a good ole george washington. one single dollar bill. is this a reference to taylor’s sexual assault trial recently, and the one dollar she won then? most likely, because if you go to other shots of her in the tub that aren’t directly above her, the dollar bill isn’t there, meaning it was edited in later, which would explain how it got there so late in the game. it stands for the simple victories everyone else gets to celebrate, while she does the same things and gets flack for it.

5. et tu brute

a famous line from shakespeare’s julius caeser, “et tu, brute” means “and you, brute?” right as marcus brutus lands the fatal blow in julius caeser’s, his once-friend’s back. this is a metaphor for all the people that taylor thought she could trust, before they turned around and trashed her name.

6. the tea

probably pretty simple to grasp - the tea is hot. alternatively, she, the snake in the video, gets to serve the tea this time around, or, she gets to lay down her side of the story.

7. car crash + paparazzi

did you see what happened here, at face value? taylor was in an expensive vehicle that got in a head-on crash, but everyone just stood back and took pictures, instead of rushing over to help. is this a reference to all the times that everyone stood back, took pictures, and laughed at her when she was beaten down? yes.

8. the grammy

the grammy blends in with the gold of the car and her outfit, so it’s pretty easy to miss, but there it is, in her hand, even though the car crashed. perhaps the future is being predicted?

9. the birdcage + leg tattoo

look closely at taylor’s leg, and you can see what looks to be a snake tattooed there. not to mention, here she is entertaining in a birdcage, which is guarded. she’s trying to have fun in this prison, biting her tongue, being the girl everyone wants, but she longs to be let free.

10. robbing a bank/stream co., blind for love

besides getting major harley quinn vibes, what else do we notice here? taylor swift robbing a vault, which says “stream company.” remember that time that taylor wrote an open letter to apple music and called her money hungry, even though she was taking her music off to benefit poorer artists? yes, we do. this is what she’s referencing here. also, her shirt says “blind for love” which makes sense, because she frequently refers to herself as a hopeless romantic, someone who opens theirselves up for love, even if it means getting hurt.

11. the squad

without explaining anything else, this scene can be described as a crowd of blank faced people, staring at taylor swift, who stands upon a stage looking menacing, and impressing one message upon the crowd: u, squad. it’s reminiscent of all the times people said taylor swift was over, because her friends, fans, or sales were fake or temporary. this is like a visual representation of the comments people made about taylor forcing people to do things for her to create the image she desired.

12. fake friends

and here we have the mannequins of the girls from the prior scene, chopped up. this one is pretty straight forward, these “friends” that taylor thought she had sometimes turned out to be more fickle and “fake” than she thought. also, can we talk about how taylor’s red boots are reminiscent of kinky boots? because yes.

13. the dancers, i heart ts

before taylor enters the room, the dancers are goofing around, but the second she comes in, the jump to attention, and rip off their jackets to reveal shirts that say “i heart ts.” it’s a throwback to when tom hiddleston wore a shirt with the same message on the fourth of july in 2016, and everyone said that she had forced him to wear it. it’s the same thing as before with the squad - the world decided that she had forced all these people to love her, not that they actually did.

14. the fight for glory

every time you pause this video, you come across a different taylor. squirrel pajamas wanegbt taylor, 2015 bbma’s taylor, 2014 acm’s taylor, wanegbt red tour taylor, 2016 new years rockin’ eve taylor, sparkly guitar fearless tour taylor, bleachella taylor, ballerina shake it off taylor, 2016 vma’s taylor… the list goes on and on. here, you can see them all fighting and clawing, trying to stand on top. it reminds me of “i don’t like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me,” and the parallels between long live and new romantics in that line alone. all those times, she thought she’d made it to a point in her career where she could be respected as much as other artists in her tier, only to harshly realize she was going to get her name ran through the mud for doing the same thing as everyone else. the fight for glory is steep, and unfair.

15. junior jewels

looks familiar right? not quite! it is the same theme of the shirt, but look closely at the signatures - they’re signatures of actual people this time around. names like ed, selena, este, lena, blake, and ryan, among others, can be seen on her shirt, representing the true friends that stuck with her through her reputation being bashed.

16. “SHUT UP!”

here, all the different versions of taylor are repeating things that the media or other celebrities had said about her, until finally 2009 vma’s taylor repeated the same thing that 2017 taylor said in an instagram post - “i’d very much like to be excluded from this narrative.” the entire time, you can hear camera shutters going off and people chatting, presumably the rest of the world watching as she got torn apart. when vma’s taylor makes this final statement, all the other taylor’s, as well as what sounds to be an entire off-screen crowd, yell “SHUT UP” before the screen goes black. this is a powerful image, and it’s supposed to be. all the times she suffered, and people told her that she was overreacting, faking it, or doing it for publicity. if you feel remorse for seeing young taylor getting yelled at, or sorrow for the taylors falling when she said “because she’s dead,” you’re doing it right. 

nothing in this video was an accident.

if you’re angry at taylor for this video exposing things you said about her, or you’re repeating any of the words the versions of herself said at the end, you’re proving her point. her reputation was destroyed because people made a sport of making fun of her. and now, as taylor said, there will be no explanation, just reputation. 

This little girl was getting ignored by her mum.

So I was on the train and this little girl (about 5years old) was sitting across from me, her mother had her headphones in and was ignoring the little girl.
The girl was rambling about random things and started playing i spy with no one.
She then said “I spy with my little eye something that’s green” and I pointed at my shirt that was green.
She smiled and said “I spy something that’s white” and I pointed to my white shoes, she then said the colour red and at first I couldn’t find anything red so I pulled out a red school book from my bag.
This continued for a few turns and then she said brown, I looked around me and in my bag but couldn’t find anything, the girl still expecting me to find something brown started looking around too when the man two rows down pulled out a brown phone case and pointed to it.
The young girl then said blue and another lady pointed to her bracelet, we all silently continued playing until the whole train carriage was playing along, the whole time her mother didn’t even realise.

Love spell scenario

-Akuma that’s opposite of Dark Cupid
-Makes victims fall in love with first person they see
-Oh dear god, mdme bustier and gorilla make a cute couple, kind of random
-Marinette gets hit with the dust/spell before she can transform
-Quickly covers her eyes and Chat takes her to safety
-Ladybug is MIA, so all can do for now is drive the Akuma into hiding
-that means everyone is still under its effects
-Marinette is home. Akuma targets Chat, so she tells him to hideout in her room while he figures out a next course of action
-MARINETTE YOU DIDN’T THINK THIS THROUGH
-Has to wear a blindfold, but honestly as this point, is too frustrated to do much besides pout and tell Chat he’s not the person she wants to fall for
-he laughs good naturedly, but is still worried because without ladybug he can’t do anything
-Marinette playfully shoves him, clumsily letting the blindfold slip
-they both scream, expecting her to fall head over heels for him
-turns out the love spell can’t make you fall in love with someone you’re already in love with
-CUE confusion and internal and external screaming

Teacher (M)

Plot: Maybe asking your Korean teacher for help wasn’t such a bad idea. Good grades weren’t the only thing you were going to achieve from that.

Pairing: Teacher! Jung Hoseok x Student! reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Oral (receiving), Moaning denial, just full-on hardcore Jung Hoseok the sexy beast

Note: This is probably the first time I’m actually posting smut. It took me quite a while to write, considering it was very long, and I need to be in a certain mood for it. Thank you to my friend for giving me this idea. Please forgive me if there are any errors, english isn’t my first language. 3657 Words

P.S. You are 19 in this, and Hoseok is 25. I do not support all that underage sex stuff. Everything here is legal (wrong – please don’t fuck your teacher no matter how hot he is – but legal).

Korean Literature was probably your least favorite subject. You hated just everything about it – well – excluding the teacher. He always greeted you with a smile, asked you if you wanted help. You were the only foreigner in the class, after all. He gave you so much special attention, and you wouldn’t mind it at all. Unfortunately, that didn’t change your view on the subject. No matter how hard you tried, you always got a low grade.

“Okay students, remember we have a test on the new poem this Friday,” His voice echoed through your ears, breaking you out of your trance.

There was a solemn look on your face, while you stared out the window. Your eyes stayed on the uniformed kids flooding out of the school gates, while your nail dug under the staple holding your latest spelling test together.

5 out of 10. It was better than the last one.

No matter how bad it got, you always had this urge to try. You always wanted to keep studying for a higher score, but you just never seemed to understand everything that was thrown at you. It was like everything registered into your brain, but it never stayed – it disappeared, unlike your determination to do well.

As your eyes flickered over to the teacher, a nervous feeling settled in your chest. You now stayed after school for that exact reason. A few days ago, Hoseok had offered to help tutor you for an hour everyday until the test. It had been at least a week since he started, and you could safely say that you were getting better.

“Are you ready to start?” 

“Yeah.”

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How TDA characters text
  • Emma: She punctuates unnecessary emojis 🏜💽💡🔫💎 at the end of her sentences 🔪🔪🛒 but she uses 💕❣️💜💝 a ginormous amount of hearts when she's texting Jules 💚💚💙💖
  • Julian: Doesn't see the point of emojis, uses proper grammar and punctuation whilst texting everyone.
  • Cristina: She goes old fashioned with :) and <3 when she texts. With Mark, Kieran and Emma she'll get a bit wilder with ;D and :').
  • Mark: Constntly texts typos adn it pisssrs off EVRYONE.
  • Kieran: doesn't use capital letters or punctuation he just types long massive sentences with no breaks whatsoever
  • Diego: Uses odd capital Letters at Random points In sentences. turns Out perfect diego Isn't so perfect After all.
  • Jaime: Uses punctuation,,,, several times!!! For emphasis???
  • Diana: Same as Jules, except she uses the occasional <3 when texting Gwyn. ;).
  • Gwyn: Doesn't. Just receives texts and doesn't respond. Only texts Diana back.
  • Ty: He rarely texts, but when he does, he types with precision and his use of vocabulary and grammar is excellent, better than Julian and Diana by far. When he texts Kit he usually slips a couple of ❤️'s in.
  • Livvy: TEXTS ALL CAPS. EXCITED EASILY. USES LOL! LIKE A MIDDLE AGED MUM.
  • Kit: Uses ngl, lmao, tbh, lol, imo and literally every other acronym. Nvr txts a whle wrd.
  • Dru: Jules wouldn't let her get a phone >:(
  • BONUS:
  • Zara: Uses full stops excessively. Just to be petty.
|Soulmate| Peter Parker

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: About a week ago you got your soulmate tattoo on your forearm that said ‘Y-You’re beautiful’ and you’ve interpreted it as a random guy on the street cat-calling you.

Warnings: hurt(ish) Peter, (sorry they don’t kiss lol so that’s it) 

Words: 745

A/N: I LOVE THE SOULMATE AU WHERE YOUR SOULMATES FIRST THING THEY SAY TO YOU IS TATTOOED ON YOUR FOREARM (imma twist it up a bit tho and have it temporarily be tattooed)

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Originally posted by starkquinzel

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It was last Friday when it showed up.

I woke up late and in a hurry so I scurried out of my room into the kitchen. My moms eyes widened and then she sprouted the biggest grin ever.

“Finally!” She laughed. I looked at her like she was crazy. She sighed and pointed to my arm. I looked down. ‘Y-You’re beautiful’ was tattooed across my forearm. A slight blush crept across my cheeks.

“I-I have to go to school,” I said as I bolted out the door.

And that brings me here today, Thursday. I thought over this tattoo probably over a thousand time. I’m probably soulmates with a fuck boi or something. I kept on reading the tattoo as if I was walking around town at night and some random guy just passed me and said it, so I told myself to never fall in love with that man. A thick scream erupted through my thoughts. I looked down the street and a man with huge wings was flying past. I ducked as he flew overhead.

“I will do- anything to protect the people I love!” The man with wings said as he stopped and turned around. I looked back down the street as Spider-Man swung on top of a building.

“Same goes for me- that’s why I gotta stop you.” The few people along the street started to scream and run away. I backed against a wall as the winged man and Spider-Man fought. I glanced down the street, wondering if I should run for it. I decided that yeah… I might get crushed by this weird vulture guy but also I wanna get the hell out of here. So I ran.

As I got closer to the end of the street I heard a crash in an alley I just passed. I stopped and looked over my shoulder, then up above me. The man with wings was flying away. I sighed and ran back to the alley. At the end, there was a trashcan with Spider-Man laying across the top. He had seriously dented it bad. I ran up to him.

“Oh God-” I said as he lay there motionless. I jumped up on the trashcan and kneeled next to him. His mask was pulled over half his face. I shimmied the rest of his mask off and put two fingers under his ear. Thump thump. I let out a sigh of relief. He groaned and I put my hand on his chest and shook him. “Hey- hey- wake up. Are you ok?” I asked. He leaned up slowly and then hissed in pain. He suddenly clutched his forearm.

“Shit-” He groaned. His suit had a rip near the hand and he ripped it even more.

“What are yo-” The sight of his forearm shut me up. A thin worded tattoo was now burning away off his skin. The words ’re you ok?’ were all I saw and then it was gone. He looked up at me with a confused look and then all of the expressions on his face dropped.

He was cute. Like wow. He looked kind of familiar with those brown eyes and messed up locks of hair. I doubt he went to my school since my school was so small and I basically knew everyone there. He probably went to Midtown, the high school that was a couple blocks from my school. Was he my soulmate? Is that what happened? Would the tattoo disappear from my skin? I realized he was still starring at me with his mouth agape.

“W-What?” I asked, blushing.

“Y-You’re beautiful.” He said. I bit my lip and a sharp pain spread across my forearm.

“Ow!” I moaned. I lifted up my sleeve and looked down. My tattoo was burning away, just like his. I looked up at him and he was beat red. A scream sounded from a couple blocks away, causing Spider-Man to break eye contact with me.

“I-I-I have t-to go-” He stuttered as he jumped off the trashcan.

“Wait- will we ever see each other again?” I asked him. He thought for a moment.

“I’ll find you- trust me on that.” He smiled and grabbed his mask. I smiled back as he swung away onto the building. It turns out it was smart of me to trust his word because the next day after school, a little spider, who was out of his costume, met me on my walk home.

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I continue to be ALL ABOUT “Adrien Agreste can’t be bisexual but it’s probably almost definitely fine for Chat Noir to be” as one of Adrien’s personal rules for his “no-pun-intended model son”/”destructo-boy superhero” divide, and I mean this in every way, up to and including: 

  • randomly deciding one night to just start ranking past akuma victims by hotness while patrolling with Ladybug (she is so shocked that he doesn’t just say “Copycat” and be done with it that she lets him go on for like fifteen minutes before just cutting him off with “Jagged Stone, OBVIOUSLY” and then he pretends to be all scandalized because “my LADY you like OLDER MEN?? how will I ever COMPETE??”) 
  • the whole thing dissolves into semi-flirty bickering and afterwards Adrien goes home and breathes out the biggest sigh of relief of his LIFE that Ladybug did not freak out or get weird about it and then starts worrying if that was really obvious enough, maybe she just thought he was joking and not actually trying to come out to her or–
  • less-randomly deciding during the next akuma attack to make a point of going “OH NO HE’S HOT” about said akuma. Ladybug is like “okay fair he really is but FOCUS PLEASE, KITTY” (and THEN Adrien goes home and breathes out the biggest sigh of relief of his life.) 
  • checking out boys in the gossip rags with Marinette on her balcony when she’s supposed to be doing her homework (in addition to trying not to die when she points out one of Adrien’s ads MARINETTE THAT IS SO PHOTOSHOPPED FOR CRYING OUT LOUD–) and being delighted when she starts commenting on the GIRLS too, PRINCESS LET’S BE BI BESTIES 5EVER and Marinette is like “oh my god I should never have told you” but it is already Too Late 
  • making a point of regularly patrolling the rooftops of the queer neighborhoods and blowing kisses to random cuties who spot him, hello gay Paris I am one of your baby queers and I secretly wish I could do this without the mask on but HAH fat fucking chance of Father not hearing about THAT one BUT IN MY HEART OF HEARTS I TOTALLY WOULD 
  • regularly addressing Nino Lahiffe with such gems as “hot stuff”, “sweetheart”, and “stud” with a genuinely embarrassing level of sincerity and zero (0) percent shame every single time he encounters him, accidentally purring VERY LOUDLY one (1) time when Nino decides to call him “tiger” in response, and then being unable to look Nino in the eye as Adrien for two (2) days oh GOD 

what she says: I’m fine

what she means: At the end of the Timebreaker episode Alix says that it’s her fault the watch broke and she should have been more responsible, but the thing is that it wasn’t her fault? She knew it would be better not to have the watch in her pocket while she was skating in case it fell out so actually it was pretty sensible of her to give the watch to her classmates to look after for a few minutes, since she didn’t have anywhere else to put it. And she also made sure to tell them how important it was to her, so what else could she have done in the circumstances? Okay so the episode was about managing responsibilities etc but that was Marinette’s lesson to learn, not Alix’s. The watch being broken was an accident in both timelines and Alix had nothing to do with it either time. Basically what I’m saying is that Alix Kubdel did nothing wrong and IT WASN’T HER FAULT THAT THE WATCH BROKE AND SHE DIDN’T NEED TO APOLOGIZE AND I HOPE SHE’S DOING OKAY CONSIDERING SHE GOT AKUMATIZED ON HER BIRTHDAY AND WAS ONE OF THE MOST MURDEROUS VILLAINS BY FAR WHICH MUST HAVE BEEN PRETTY HORRIFYING

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More and more Quileute tribe members were shifting uncontrollably from human to wolf due to the oncoming mass of vampires. The older members were all helping the cubs understand how to work their new ability without hurting themselves or someone else. Sam was especially adamant on that fact, he didn’t want anyone repeating his mistake.

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anonymous asked:

what was your favorite thing about meeting taylor?

OK SOMETIMES I GET REALLY EMOTIONAL WHEN I THINK ABOUT THAT DAY SO BARE WITH ME……
First. She literally walked into the award show and she didn’t even sit down. She was on her phone looking at a picture of my face so she could find me.
Within minutes she found little ole me in the pit area. I still can clearly picture in my mind when we caught eyes and she pointed at me and said to tree “yep! That’s her”
She literally had the biggest smile on her face and her arms open so wide and embraced me with this genuine hug that I had been daydreaming about.
Like I really don’t know how I didn’t pass out because I don’t think I was really breathing.
Then she asked if there were any swifties with me and I told her about Selene and she had tree find her!!!!!
Ok then she wanted to take pictures but I didn’t have my phone with me and she was so funny about getting this random camera guy to take our picture and she promised me I’d be able to find it online that night.
Ok so then I’m thinking about walking back to the pit and she goes “wanna sit down at my table and talk for a little bit”
(AND I SAT IN JUSTIN TIMBERLAKES SEAT)
so we literally sat with her and exchanged stories about our lives for about 30 minutes and I swear she listens to every single word you say. She listens not with the intent to reply but the intent to understand what you have to say and I admire her for that beautiful trait she has.
I JUST REALLY LOVE HER OK AND IM EMOTIONAL AGAIN BUT IM SO THANKFUL FOR THIS EXPERIENCE BECAUSE IT MEANT THE WORLD TO ME. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

the world is quiet here

A/N: for Alice. prompt: ‘clarke tells bellamy he makes her happy’

This takes place in the weeks between 4.03 and 4.04.

Clarke overhears that Bellamy has returned from his hunting trip, and she immediately drops everything to go find him.

It could probably wait— it could definitely wait— but she’s been stressed the whole day. Seeing and talking to all the people she hasn’t put on the list has taken its toll. Knowing that she put herself on that list instead of one of them has made her increasingly distressed as the hours went by. Somehow, she just thinks if she catches a glimpse of Bellamy right now, she’ll be calmer. She won’t feel as alone. That’s all she needs— a glimpse. She’ll just drop by to say hello and then be on her way.

That’s all she needs. Really.

Clarke finds him helping Niylah and Raven in one of the storage rooms, where they’re busy preparing meat for storage. Bellamy has unloaded all the game from the day’s trip, and currently has his arms submerged up to the elbows in a bucket of sudsy water.

He glances up when she enters. As always, she feels a little wave of comfort when his dark eyes find hers. 

And all her plans to keep this to a ‘hello’ go out the window.

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Some Highlights From Idina Menzel's Concert Tonight

- There were two ASL interpreters there and she kept saying how cool they were
- “Look, I’m making them compliment themselves.”
- “Oh shit…whoop, I just made them sign shit. Sorry…shit. Okay, where were we?”
- During “No Day But Today”, she asked how to sign it, and a man who was deaf or HoH came up on stage and showed everyone
- Then he showed her his tattoo that said “No Day But Today” and I was crying
- “Shout-out to the one straight guy in the audience. Are there any straight guys here? You are? Well, you didn’t who I was. You googled me in the car, you listened to what your wife had to say about me. Thank you for comimg, your wife must love you. You’re getting laid tonight because of it….sorry, parents. Cover your kids’ ears. The Disney role model is making sex jokes. It’s hard being a Disney queen and a forty-five year old woman from Long Island!”
- “I just assume everyone who’s into musical theatre isn’t straight…which doesn’t make sense, because both my ex-husband and fiancee do musical theatre and I’m pretty sure they’re both straight.”
- *while pointing at the drummer at random times* “I have to keep him on his toes because it was his birthday last night so he’s a little hungover.”
- She was checking out the stairs at the edge of the stage and a guy in the front row got her attention, so she was like, “Can I have your seat?” and she handed him the mic and sat down. He sang a line of “I’m Not That Girl” and was applauded very enthusiastically.
- “Anyone else here recently engaged?” *cheering* “Anyone here just divorced?” *even louder cheering* “I like the enthusiasm on that one.”
- Someone in the front row gave her a gift so she handed it to a stagehand to keep safe, then Jimmy the Stagehand got his time to shine.
- She sang a bit of “For Good” acapella with no mic and I had c h i l l s
- “I had to explain to my son what a diva was the other day. I started with the opera definition…then I said, ‘people call your mommy a diva but that doesn’t mean she’s mean, it just means she’s fierce…and confident in herself.’”
- She said very, very sweet things about Jonathan Larson and I cried again
- Defying Gravity was???? Flawless????
- She was singing a song about her sister from her album and then seamlessly transitioned into “Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?” and I didn’t see it coming man
- She also sang “Don’t Rain On My Parade” and just rocked my freaking world
- *awkward silence* Man in audience: “I LOVE YOU.” *another awkward silence* Idina: “I love you too!”
- Shoutout to that entire band, what the heck?? The backup singers, the cellist, the violinist, the bassist, the guitarist, the drummer, the pianist, the keyboardist, there was just Too Much Talent on that stage
- She invited a bunch of kids up to sing “Let It Go” with her and it was the most adorable thing ever
- I mean, there was a whole hoard of kids
- There was one girl that had to be about 2 who just kept wandering around the stage and Idina was very worried that this kid was gonna just walk off the stage
- Shoutout to Phoebe, an adorable little girl whose favorite part of Frozen was “when Anna saved Elsa.”
- “You’re probably getting sick of this song, but I’m a mom, so I have to give everyone a chance to sing.”
- She’s just so incredible. I’m very emotional.

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A/N: If you guys want another part, it’s going to be virgin Shawn smut, but we’ll see if you like this. 

Word count: 4,431

You laughed as you and your friends made your way through the crowd of slightly drunk people. Okay, more than just slightly. Just before you were about to reach the doors to the club, your friend Laurel stopped walking, making you and your other friend, Julia, stop as well.

“Alrighty girls-“ she started, raising her left eyebrow at you.

Oh no, you knew that look.

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part 5 of my peter x mj head-canons! you guys are so supportive of this, and i never thought i’d be writing a 5th part…but here it is! i quite like how this turned out, let me know what you think!

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4

  • AP bio is a lot more fun when your lab partner is your boyfriend
  • that’s the first thought Michelle had this morning when Peter walked in, kissed her on the cheek, and sat down right when the bell rang
  • he does that every day now and that’s right…peter parker is her boyfriend™
  • and it’s pretty freaking great
  • they both have no idea what they’re doing, because neither of them has had a real relationship (obviously, they’re smol beans)
  • peter is the opposite of michelle, he’s impulsive and spontaneous and demands to be the little spoon a good 90% of their movie nights
  • he made MJ swear not to tell Ned that, so naturally Ned teases him about it nearly every day
  • michelle on the other hand, is quiet and cautious and hates spooning, but with peter…i guess it isn’t that bad
  • one day, when MJ is at his house and they’re in his room with the door open so May is happy, Peter suggests they go on a random date
  • and Michelle nearly panics
  • “well…that never works i mean in the last book i read-”
  • “MJ…those are fictional relationships,” he’s grinning like an idiot and she wants to kiss that grin right off his stupid face
  • “but-” she starts to turn and grab one of her books off his nightstand when he suddenly has his hands around her waist and literally picks her up and walks them away from the nightstand
  • “PETER!” 
  • “let’s go, it’s date time,” he sets her down next to her shoes and she pouts and starts to argue about how women should be able to plan dates and then peter reminds her that they’ve never actually been on a real date
  • which only makes it worse because not only is this a spontaneous date but it’s her first date ever with her first ever boyfriend who is peter aka spiderman and oh my god
  • after promising May they’ll be back for dinner since it’s pasta night, the two little lovebirds head out the door
  • “where are we going?” she asks as they walk down the sidewalk, and Peter shrugs
  • “wherever we want,” he smiles at her and she rolls his eyes
  • “you’re a dork,” is all she says, and Peter laughs because he knows he’s right, and he grabs her hand and kisses it, and she rolls her eyes again
  • peter has learned by now that this is a term of endearment  
  • they end up at a museum not too far down the road, and michelle finds out they have a history section and she nearly drags peter up the steps and inside
  • she’s pulling him around and suddenly she’s a completely different person
  • she’s saying random facts about random paintings, she talks about the theme or the significance of the time period and she’s talking a million miles an hour to the point that others are giving peter a “oh the poor boy” look when they walk by
  • and peter can’t stop smiling
  • because in his mind, she’s so damn beautiful 
  • “i have an idea,” he says when she finally stops talking for a moment, and she turns to him, her eyes already showing so many different constellations that peter has never seen before
  • “what?”
  • “let’s try and find the most beautiful piece of art here.”
  • and michelle is dragging him again, because she already knows the one
  • or so she thinks
  • they end up in a section dedicated to the Shakespeare era, and michelle lets go of peter’s hand to point out all the artwork in the room
  • “so?” she asks after a moment, “which one is the most beautiful?”
  • and peter just stares at her
  • “peter?” she asks, coming back and grabbing his arm again. “are you okay?” she feels his forehead with her hand because maybe he has a fever, his cheeks are quite red
  • “i’m…” he gulps, suddenly nervous. “i’m staring at the most beautiful artwork in the room.” 
  • there’s a pause. a long pause and suddenly peter wants to try and save what he just said when michelle literally starts laughing and puts her head on his shoulder.
  • “you’re such a fucking dork, parker.”
  • “you’ve already told me that today,” he smiles, and she once again, rolls her eyes
  • he wraps his arms around her and she looks at him. “you were right,”
  • “wait what was i right about?”
  • “this,” she gestures to their hands that are intertwined again. “we got each other.” 
  • he kisses her on the forehead again, “damn right we do.”
  • and both of them stand there in the center of the room completely oblivious to any of the artwork because for once, spiderman doesn’t exist, the world isn’t in danger and they’re just two dorky kids in love
  • which neither of them have realized…yet

update: part 6 is here!

Meta Monday: Rose Tyler Defence

Today’s Meta Monday post is brought to you by the person who left a full-fledged rant against Rose Tyler in a comment on one of my fics. For the record, if you spend 500 words putting down one half of my OTP, you cannot say you respect that I ship Ten/Rose. Also, RUDE.

So, I’m going to break down the comment point by point. This was left on my ficlet about Martha, and about halfway through, it switches to ranting about how Martha was treated by the Doctor. For the sake of length, I’ll cover that part next week. Bullet points in quotes are taken directly from the review.

1) Rose was selfish.

At times, yes. Because Rose was human and humans have flaws. She was a well-written character who didn’t always do the right thing for the right reason.

Can we talk for a minute about why Rose is selfish? She’d recently ended a relationship with someone who took advantage of her. Jimmy Stone took off and left her £800 in debt. When you’re used like that, you learn to look out for yourself first, because no one else will. It’s a habit that takes time to break. 

Now, this accusation often includes, “Rose was selfish to leave her family to travel,” and I will argue against that with my dying breath. It is not selfish for a young woman to decide to leave her family and create her own life. That is natural. I know Jackie and Mickey struggled with it, but that’s their thing to deal with. Honestly, them expecting Rose to never change and always be the same Rose they remembered is more selfish than Rose choosing to create her own life.

Don’t we tell girls all the time that they should plan their lives based on what would make them happy, not on what people expect them to do? Isn’t that part of what feminism is? So why do we insist it’s selfish when a young woman is actually bold enough to flout expectations and forge her own path?

2) “She ditched Mickey immediately when she heard the Doctor telling her that Tardis is a time travel machine.”

Why is it so horrible that Rose jumped at an amazing opportunity for a better life? She was obviously bored and dissatisfied before meeting the Doctor. (Look at her face when she’s working at Henrik’s. That is not the face of someone content with their life.) 

And let’s get rid of the notion that Mickey was a perfect boyfriend. Do you remember the part in “Rose” where she asks if she can borrow his laptop? And he says yes, but then in a panic tells her not to look at his email? That’s supposed to be a hint that he was cheating on her–another sign that her life was not ideal, meaning she was at a perfect spot for a change.

I understand that it hurts to be the person left behind. I’ll even agree that Rose should have said a bit more of a goodbye to Mickey than she did. (Though since the Doctor had already left once, I don’t blame her if she thought there was a clock ticking.) However, I refuse to blame Rose for wanting a different life. That’s grossly unfair. 

Think about this: Donna pitched the keys to the car she shared with her mother in a bin, then took off without saying a word about travelling. And yet, I’ve never heard anyone say anything bad about the way she left her family. Why is what Rose did so much worse?

3) “She also not only made Jackie grieve over her, therefore making her get Mickey go to police 5 times the whole year.”

Oh boy. One of my favourites. 

THE MISSING YEAR IS NOT ROSE’S FAULT.

We don’t know how long Rose had been with the Doctor when they landed at the beginning of “Aliens of London.” If we go strictly by time we’ve seen, it’s less than a week. If we believe there are adventures that happen offscreen, then maybe 2-3 weeks. 

Not only that, but she had been assured that to her mum, only 12 hours would have passed. She walked into that flat thinking she’d been gone overnight, thinking her phone call from Platform One would have been plenty to ease any worries. 

It is not Rose Tyler’s fault that the TARDIS, purposely or not, skipped a full year.

That means none of the things that happened to people on Earth during that time are her fault. It’s not her fault that her mum thought she was dead. It’s not her fault that Mickey was dragged in for questioning. Jackie and Mickey resenting Rose for the missing year does not make it actually Rose’s fault. 

4) “She flirted with Adam and Jack and broke up with Mickey, making him feel like crap.”

Right. Mickey who told Rose–in the middle of trying to chat her up–that he was seeing Trisha Delaney? Which he told her purposely to make her angry? Mickey is not superior here, so don’t even try to make it out like Rose is the horrible tramp and Mickey is the long-suffering boyfriend. 

And if she’d broken up with Mickey, what does it matter that she flirted with Adam and Jack? This kind of slut-shaming needs to end. Flirting is not a sin.

5) “She ripped Tardis console to become Bad Wolf, despite the fact that Tardis was an sentient being.” 

I see this thrown out as a horrible thing all the time. Do you know who did not get angry at Rose for opening the TARDIS? The Doctor. Not once in his explanation to Jack during “Utopia” does he say anything bad about Rose opening the TARDIS. Not once does his voice betray anything but awe at what she became. 

No one knows and loves the TARDIS more than the Doctor. If he wasn’t upset with Rose for opening her heart, maybe it wasn’t a bad thing for her to do. 

Also, if you’re thinking Bad Wolf was a selfish choice, then you’re purposely reading your opinion that Rose was selfish into the text. Rose knew looking into the heart of the TARDIS could kill her–she’d seen what had happened to Margaret the Slitheen. But she chose to do it anyway, because it was the only way to save the Doctor. 

Rose becoming Bad Wolf is not about her pouting because he sent her away. That is the wrongest interpretation of that scene I have ever seen, and it makes me angry every time. In the diner, when she’s trying to explain to Jackie and Mickey why she’s so upset, she starts with, “Two hundred thousand years in the future, he’s dying, and there’s nothing I can do.” And when Bad Wolf explains her choice and her purpose to the Doctor? “I want you safe. My Doctor. Protected from the false god.” 

Not to mention her glorious speech in the diner, which is entirely about understanding that life is better when you live it for other people. Bad Wolf is Rose Tyler at her least selfish and she is absolutely brilliant. 

6) “Martha actually worked hard to become a doctor, while Rose could not even get herself a job after getting her job blown off.” 

Wow. There’s so much classist garbage in here, I don’t even know where to start.

  1. Yes, Martha worked hard. That doesn’t mean Rose didn’t. Stop putting down one companion to praise another. 
  2. You don’t have to have an upper class job like doctor to be a hard worker. Poor people work their tails off, doing things no one else wants to do. Even Martha complained that she had to work in a shop. (Blink)
  3. Rose left with the Doctor twenty-four hours after Henrik’s blew up. 
    1. No, she didn’t go out job hunting the day after almost dying. 
    2. Lucky she didn’t, because if she hadn’t spent the day looking up the Doctor, she might not have been there when he faced the Nestene Consciousness. And the Doctor himself admitted that he would have died if it wasn’t for her.

What you’re really saying is that instead of going off to have a fabulous life, Rose should have stayed on the Estate. I’m being kind and not adding, “where she belonged” to the end of that statement, but really–that’s what you’re implying. That as a young woman from the Estate, Rose didn’t deserve the kind of life she found with the Doctor.

Why not? 

Rose Tyler was clever. Practically the first thing the Doctor says to her is a compliment because she’d come up with a logical explanation for the Autons. It was wrong, but he was impressed by her logic. 

Rose Tyler was brave. She saved the Doctor that first day, she ran into the TARDIS even though he told her it would be dangerous, she ran after the ghost in “The Unquiet Dead…” Do I need to go on? Rose Tyler shot out the window of the rocket she was on so she could kill Satan. How’s that?

Rose Tyler was compassionate. She objected strenuously to the Doctor asking Gwyneth to channel to Gelth. She saw a little boy calling for his Mummy and tried to help him. She refused to let the Doctor kill a Dalek. She was outraged by the slavery of the Ood.

Rose Tyler stood up for what she believed in, no matter what the cost. She never hesitated to tell the Doctor if she thought what he was doing was wrong, even though she knew he could always take her home if he got annoyed with her. When he was passed out from regeneration sickness, she stood up to the Sycorax in his place. She got in Mr. Connolly’s face in Idiot’s Lantern when he was being a sexist jerk, talking down to his wife. 

Rose Tyler was clever, brave, and compassionate. When she was gone, the Doctor missed her ability to spot things he missed. “Rose would know,” was not just a sentimental comment–the solution to their adventures often started with Rose spotting something out of place and pointing it out to the Doctor. (The Unquiet Dead, The Long Game, Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, School Reunion, Idiot’s Lantern and Fear Her, just off the top of my head.)

So no, random reviewer, Rose is not flawless. But she’s also not the selfish girl you insist she is.

i was out for EIGHT HOURS playing pokemon go with my good friend who lets me use his hotspot, bless his heart

here’s some stories from today:

  • found a cp 1600 typhlosion. it ran away. yes i cried.
  • found a lapras in the water, we went to catch it. his was cp 1300. mine was ………33
  • at the pier where we caught the lapras, we met a dude who was also catching the lapras. he showed us his pokemon and we made friends. he then left, and came back excitedly to show us the shiny magikarp he caught!
  • found a random charizard just chillin out behind the library. it wasnt the best one but like. charizard, dude!
  • met an old lady named linda who was also playing pokemon go. she is apparently super in to it, level 33, trying to complete her dex. we walked and talked while we played, and she pointed out a dragonite. i was sad cuz my friend had left at this point so i couldnt catch it. but she was kind enough to let me use her hotspot to capture it!!!!
  • and if that isnt fuckin cool enough, the dragonite wouldnt let itself be captured y my ultra balls or great balls, i ran out of all of them, as well as my razz berries. i was hopelessly throwing pokeballs at it and yes. i caught it!!! (good karma is coming for linda!! i hugged her)
  • went to the park to take over some gyms with friend. dude who was fighting our valor gym overheard me planning out how i was gonna fight it, and he said from like. twenty feet away “just let me put my pokemon in so i can get the coins, then you can kick me out!” on his way out, he winked to us and said “dont be too rough on him~,” in reference to his machoke!

some unrelated but still nice stories from my adventure too:

  • met a cute cat with no tail who kept meowing at me!
  • petted three dogs
  • ran in to an old friend while we were recharging our devices in starbucks
  • saw a cute gay couple
  • managed to walk all the way up our intense death hill without deciding to ride the bus

so yeah!! pokemon go brings people together, gets this depressed poor person outside, and makes me happy

|| unexpected coffee dates ||

[[request prompt: I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING ❤ you’re my favorite writer ever !!!! So could you please do a Peter x reader where the reader is being hit on by older guys in a busy coffee shop and she is really uncomfortable and she says she has someone with her and they ask who and she points to a random person and goes and sits with him and its Peter nose deep in a chemistry book and she tells him what’s happening and they both instantly fall for each other and it’s fluff at the end and he asks her out again.]]

this is going to be both a test post and a new update to see if Tumblr is being a douche to me and my stories after its latest update (。◕‿‿◕。) ♡

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Boys today have no class, you think to yourself as you awkwardly twirl at the ends of your hair. While you were waiting in line at your local coffee shop, you could feel two teenaged boys ogling you like you were some piece of meat. They kept on whispering about how cute you looked all while discussing ways to get closer to you.

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drama club (peter parker x reader)

request: ‘can you do a peter parker imagine where you’re in drama club and into musicals and things and so peter thinks you’re really outgoing so he’s nervous to talk to you but you’re actually super geeky and shy and :))’

summary: you run into a very nervous Peter while practising for a drama performance

word count: 1.3k

ok so before you read this: i didn’t really follow the request that well and i wanted to put all this other stuff in but I felt like it’d be too long so I’m gonna write a part two for this fic which will include a lot more of the stuff that the request asked for. idk when but it should be out soon so look out for that. okay, enjoy, ilu <3

tagged: @undoroos @barely-emily

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“Well, i thought it was great,” Peter laughed, earning a scrunched-up music sheet to the face from an unimpressed clarinet player. He exhaled another chuckle and rested his chin on his arms, sitting backwards on a too-small plastic chair. 

Michelle sat in the front row, curly hair in her eyes and she shook her head to rid of it, though it fell right back into place.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong…” she mumbled, eyebrows knitted together and her teeth grazing her lip. “It goes F sharp, then- ugh, no, what’s that one again?” she pointed a fingertip to her sheet music that lied on her lap and tucked her hair behind her ear. Peter leaned forward to see and she pushed him back by his forehead, grunting. “I got it.”

There was a small group of other people in the hall, all bearing instruments and nimble fingers. With random notes and frustrated groans filling the air every so often, Peter let out a sigh.

“I’m kinda bored. This is boring.” He said, dragging out his words annoyingly.

MJ didn’t even look up, her knee bouncing. There were ripped fishnet stockings on her legs and a black vintage slip dress on her shoulders over a white, long sleeved top, scuffed cow-boy boots that looked straight out of her grandmother’s closet on her feet. An interesting get-up, but different every day.

“I’m booored,” He repeated, a little louder this time and she looked up, irritated.

"Then go find something to do, loser. Actually, get me a music stand from 197? Thanks.” she threw a lock of her hair over her shoulder for emphasis and continued with her struggle to read her music.

“Hey!”

"Just go!”

Laughing and holding his hands up in surrender, he stood up and ran his fingertips through his neat hair. “Fine. I’ll be back,” he told her, pulling his backpack onto one shoulder and leaving the hall.

Almost 10 minutes after going down the hallway and up the stairs, then doing three laps of the floor, Peter found room 197 tucked away in the corner by the theatre room. He didn’t have any classes down this hallway, so he rarely walked down it. He could hear the voices of the drama students laughing and practicing lines in the next room over, the door wide open. Ignoring it, he opened the door and stepped into the small storage room, switching the light on, though nothing happened. He sighed quietly, eyes not adjusted to the darkness, and he felt around the room for a music stand, feeling as if his lungs were filling with dust with each breath he took. Coughing, he saw something that resembled the outline of a music stand, grabbing it and making his way out of the room. Before he had even pulled the door shut behind him, you barrelled into him, falling on top of him and the music stand in a heap.

You gasped, the half-made costume you adorned audibly tearing as you hit into Peter mid-speech. You moved from the theatre room to the hallway to practice your lines, and you hadn’t even noticed Peter coming out the storage room as you fell backward dramatically for your scene, right into the boy.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you cried, scrambling to your feet. Peter stood up more slowly, picking up the music stand and rubbing the arm he landed on. When he looked up, his eyes meeting yours, his eyebrows shout up. His lips stretched into a nervous, half-smile, like one side of his mouth wouldn’t cooperate with him.

“N-No, it’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he stuttered, readjusting his grip on the metal stand. He recognised you. He saw you preforming a play at the Art and Technology exhibition two weeks ago, and he was sure you sat in front of him in English. He studied your ensemble of a poorly-made costume pulled over a blue school shirt, paired with baggy grey sweatpants and worn sneakers with a taped-up hole in the toe.

“No, really,” you pressed, feeling hot with embarrassment under your skin. “Are you hurt? Do you need help with that stand? I’ll help you, where…where are you taking it?”

“Just the hall, but I can- I can take it myself, don’t worry-“ Peter started, before you cut him off.

“No, no, I’ll take it down for you! Your arm’s hurt, I hurt you- oh god, I’m so sorry,” You rambled nervously, the words spilling out before you could stop them and you grabbed hold of the music stand.  Taking it from him, you wrapped your other hand around the metal as well and walked past him, toward the stairs before he could protest. Peter blinked blankly for a moment, the whole thing playing out too fast for him to process and he turned on his heel, running after you.

“Hey, you- you don’t have to- I really can take it down myself, I-“he blurted, hurrying down the stairs beside you. You held the stand out in front of you stubbornly, out of his reach. He let out a defeated sigh, continuing alongside you and wringing his hands together. The quiet between you was far from comfortable, enough anxiety to fuel every kid during exam week radiating off the both of you. You arrived at the hall, your shoes squeaking on the polished, hard-wood flooring.

“Where did you need this?” You asked Peter, your skin still hot with left over humiliation. He beckoned you to follow him with a wave of his hand, making his way over to MJ, who held her clarinet reed in her mouth, writing on a sheet of paper in her lap with a stubby pencil. You placed the stand down in front of her and she grunted, not looking up.

“Thanks, loser.” She mumbled, scribbling something out on her page.

“She means me, I-I’m ‘loser’- well I mean, that’s not my name, obviously, I- my name’s Parker Pe- Peter Parker – god.” He brought his hands up to cover his burning face, eyes wide as he listened to himself tripping over his words.

You gave a nervous, half-smile, like one side of your mouth wouldn’t cooperate with you.

“Well, it’s been nice to meet you, Parker Peter.” You said gently, nerves making your fingertips itch. He seemed surprised with your reply, face breaking out into a relieved smile and he dropped his hands, scratching the back of his neck with one.

“Y-yeah, you too, uh…”

“Y/N.” you told him, tucking your fingertips into your palms.

“Right, Y/N.” he smiled, mouthing your name once more after saying it as if to make sure he wouldn’t forget. “Thanks for, y’know…”

“Hitting into you?” You said, regretting it as soon as it left your lips and you pushed your balled-up hands into the pockets of your torn costume. Peter chuckled, though it came out awkwardly – as if he were either clearing his throat or choking on his spit. He swallowed, muttering an inaudible apology before Michelle looked up, placing her sheets on the stand.

“You guys are lame.” She stated around the reed between her teeth, eyes travelling back to her music casually. Peter’s mouth dropped open for a moment, before curling into an amused smile.

Thanks, MJ.”


to be continued…

I have a headcanon. 

Let’s go back to CA:TWS where Natasha was trying to find Steve someone because she didn’t want him being lonely. What if situations were completely different and Tony didn’t reveal himself as Iron Man? What if he refused being an Avenger but still worked side by side with Shield? So, the Avengers know him as Iron Man but not as Tony. 

What I’m getting out here is that Natasha meets Tony at some point (at some random place) and the two of them get along so well immediately. She thinks that Tony and Steve would really hit it off so she offers to introduce Tony to Steve. Tony doesn’t mind while Steve is unsure but allows Natasha to take him to meet this guy. 

Tony and Steve are smitten in like ten minutes and Natasha deems this a success. 

I think it would be hilarious because let’s say no one knows that Steve is Captain America except for those at Shield and his team. 

So Tony and Steve don’t know each other’s superhero identities. 

anonymous asked:

Hey captain!! I know you have a loooot of prompts to get through so like ignore this please but I just wanted to send it since your asks are open.. could you maybe write ace!alex and maggie going out and maggie gets hit on and alex gets all insecure? I need some ace positivity in my life...

She knows Maggie wants her.

Sexually.

She knows because they talk about it, and it makes Alex feel good. It makes Alex feel special.

Not like other people who’ve wanted her.

That made her feel wrong, and uncomfortable, and somewhat violated.

But this? Maggie?

Maggie makes her feel perfect.

Because Maggie never asks for anything more than Alex wants to give, and Maggie asks if it’s alright for her to think about Alex while she masturbates.

And god, is it alright.

Maggie tells her she’s perfect, and Maggie tells her she’s more than enough, and Maggie tells her she loves her, god, she loves her so damn much.

But Maggie is sexual. Very sexual.

And Alex… isn’t.

So when she’s late to one of their dates at the bar and she sees some new woman in town all up in Maggie’s space, the bottom drops out of Alex’s stomach.

It doesn’t matter that Maggie’s body language is screaming that she’s flattered, but totally not interested.

It doesn’t matter that Maggie is shaking her head, that Alex hears something about “my girlfriend” and “meeting me soon” and “yes, we’re monogamous, and happily so.”

It doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter, because that woman is looking at Maggie like she wants to give her sex. 

And Alex?

Alex can’t do that.

She panics.

Of course she panics. She panics when she can’t be perfect, and this woman? This random woman, wanting to fuck her girlfriend? Or, who knows, get fucked by her girlfriend? This random woman, in this moment, to Alex, feels more perfect than she can ever be.

So she panics. And she runs.

She’s not sure how Maggie knows – she thinks maybe Darla points it out to her – but she’s barely back on her Ducati before she hears Maggie’s rapid, jogging footsteps, before she hears Maggie calling her name.

“Alex, hey, whoa, where you going?” she wants to know as Alex slams on her helmet and revs her engine.

“Danvers,” Maggie pleads, and Alex heaves out a labored sigh and rips her helmet back off.

“She was flirting with you!”

“I wasn’t flirting back, Danvers,” Maggie’s voice goes hollow. “I told you what I did to Emily was a horrible mistake, you told me you weren’t judging me, I – “

“What? Maggie, no, that’s not – “ Alex slips off her bike and puts her helmet on the seat, holding her hands up in surrender. “Maggie, that’s not what I meant, I promise. I know you weren’t flirting back, I didn’t think you were going to cheat on me, I just… I mean, you could. If you wanted.”

Maggie narrows her eyes, tilts her head, and blinks. “What?”

“You could. If you wanted. Go back in there and take her home. Or go back to her place. Or whatever. If you wanted.”

“If I wanted.”

“Yeah.”

“Danvers.”

“Maggie.”

“What the hell.”

“I’m just saying. I don’t want to limit you.”

“Limit me? Alex, what – “

“You know what? Forget it, okay, I – “

“No, Alex, you don’t get to do that. You gotta give me more than that, babe, I don’t understand – “

“She wants to have sex with you, Maggie! And she’s gorgeous, and she wants you, and she’ll do all kinds of things with you that I won’t do, and I’d rather you be happy than settle for someone who – “

“No.”

The force of Maggie’s single syllable cuts Alex’s tearful ramble off abruptly, and she blinks.

“No. Alex, please don’t finish that sentence. Okay? Because I’m not settling for you. I’m not settling. Because you’re not someone who… I don’t know, however you were going to end that sentence. You know what you are? You’re someone I love. Someone I’m in love with. You’re someone I want to have a lifetime of firsts with, someone I want to get a dog with. You’re someone I want to save the world with over, and over, and over, and you’re someone I want to laugh with and cuddle with and have game nights with your sister and her friends with. You’re someone I want to marry one day, Danvers. You. Just you. I don’t need to have sex with you to want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“But you… want to have sex.”

“With you, Alex. Not anyone else! You. And no, no, I don’t mean it like we should have sex, I don’t mean it like that at all. I don’t feel bad that we don’t have sex. Because I can get myself off, Alex, that’s not a problem, and the… the intimacy that we have? You and me? The kissing and the cuddling and the talking and the way you wear your glasses around me and nobody else and the way we brush our teeth together and the way you get up to swish around some mouth wash every morning so we can kiss without morning breath? That’s all the intimacy I need, Alex. You’re all the intimacy I need. You’re all the intimacy I want. You’re everything I want, Alex. Everything. Alright?”

A long silence. 

A long silence of breath and tears and shaking fingertips reaching for shaking fingertips, trembling soul touching trembling soul.

“Understood.” 

Her voice is soft and it’s cracked and it’s whole and it’s perfect, perfect, perfect.

Just like she is.