she said she didn't like it as much...but i probably won

In light of current events, I feel compelled to share this story about Alison Brantley, the former director of acquisitions of Miramax.

Working day to day with the Weinsteins in New York had gotten to Brantley, as it had to the others, and she had begged Harvey to let her operate out of the London office, an elegant townhouse on Redburn Street in Chelsea, between the river and Kings Road. One of her jobs was to babysit Day-Lewis, who became fond of her. His attitude was, She’s the normal person in this crazy company. Harvey would never have gotten through Granada’s doors had she not opened them, and he had somehow neglected to reward her with a bonus. She had never been to the Oscars and figured he owed her. After some prodding, he finally agreed to fly her to L.A. and pay for her hotel room, but he said, “Alie, I just can’t get you a ticket.” She replied, “Harvey, don’t worry. I’ll get one myself.” No sooner said than Day-Lewis gave her his extra ticket. When she arrived in L.A. the day before the ceremony, she got a call from Miramax publicist Christina Kounelias, who told her, “Uh, Harvey wants to talk to you.” Brantley, who had been astonished to see that the ticket was for the front row, next to Day-Lewis, couldn’t help recalling that Harvey had refused to let her sit next to Soderbergh at the closing ceremony in Cannes and understood right away he wanted to sit with the nominee. She replied, “I will be damned if he’s gonna get this ticket.” But she had indiscreetly disclosed Harvey’s intention to My Left Foot producer Noel Pearson, which Harvey discovered. It made him look bad, and he was furious. There was a meeting of Miramax staffers at the Beverly Hills Hotel at noon the next day. Harvey called her, bellowed, “You get yourself over here right now, down to this meeting.” She thought, Oh, shit, I’m in for it. I am not walking into that meeting with this ticket in my bag. I’m going to go to my hotel and lock it up. She imagined him pawing through her purse going, “Where is that ticket?”

Twenty minutes later Brantley walked into the Miramax suite. To her chagrin she realized that everybody of any importance at the company was there. She had expected a one on one, never imagining that they would drag her in front of the whole place. She thought, He’s just trying to spook me. Bob came over to her, put his arm around her, and said, “That was really dumb what you said to Noel. You must have either been stupid or disloyal. Which one was it?” She thought, This is like the Mafia. But not wanting to get herself into any more trouble, she said, in a small voice, “Oh, I guess I was really stupid.” Just then, the phone rang. It was Tom Pollock, head of Universal. Harvey took the call, put on his I’m-talking-to-somebody-important voice, and after he hung up, he looked at her and said, “People at Universal would get fired for less than this.” Bob put his arm around her again and walked her to the door. He was terrifying when he was being sweet. She thought, This is utterly creepy, and fully expected to hear him say, “Alie, you’re finished.” He didn’t, but she recalls, “In my heart I knew my days were numbered. You don’t stand up to Harvey.” None of the people in the room said a word in her defense. “They sat there watching like in a circus,” she adds. “Looking back on it, I wish I had said, ‘Fuck you!’ and walked out. The thing about working for them for me was, we weren’t raised to be like that. We were southern.” She never did give him the ticket. “I went, and I sat next to Daniel, and it was great.”

In 1990, Daniel Day-Lewis was nominated for Best Actor award for the first time. He could have brought anyone with him to the Oscars. His mother, his sister, his family, Isabelle Adjani, or any of those beautiful women he was linked with. Instead, he brought an employee of Miramax, who has been constantly bullied by her employer, the Weinstein brothers. DDL didn’t give her a lesser seat, but a front row ticket seating next to him, the very seat her boss was desperate to have. That’s DDL sending a “fuck you” message to Harvey. 

I don’t know if he knew or how much he knew but you see, DDL didn’t make empty statements. He acted. And his action was subtle and as harmless as possible and the one that made the victim feels like the winner. What made this story more sweet, DDL did win (as the youngest actor ever won Best Actor at the time) and she got to celebrate the win next to him. 

Hiram Lodge... how do I even begin to explain Hiram Lodge?

Hermione: Hiram Lodge is flawless.
Mary: I hear his business is insured for ten million dollars.
FP: I hear he does shady business deals… from prison.
Veronica: His favorite movie is The Godfather.
Hal: One time he met Kelly Ripa on a plane -
Alice:  - and she told him he was handsome.
Fred: One time he put a hit out on me. It was not awesome.*

Who are you, Hiram? I don’t need to tell anyone who follows me about my obsession with Riverparents, so YES I was excited for this. 

Information we knew about Hiram from season 1: Fred refers to him as the “rich kid” Hermione choose over him. He is from Riverdale. (In the first  tie-in comic, Hermione refers to Riverdale as “the town upstate your dad and I are from,” so making this assumption here.) Lodges are quite possibly one of these “founding families” the Blossoms refer to, since their history in Riverdale seems to date back to it’s founding (75 years of getting paid off by the Blossoms). And that is… it? He’s in prison for white collar crime, yada yada yada on the details.

Hermione tells her daughter several times to stop turning him into a villain and Veronica does seem genuinely shocked when she keeps discovering all these shady things her parents were doing. We can hardly blame her in this sense, because it seems like she did have a pretty good relationship with both her parents (minus going on the occasional bender to piss off mom) back in NYC. Spence student, Dakota-living, personal-Barney’s-spending-account Veronica Lodge was, first and foremost, a daddy’s girl.

My Hiram headcanon before Mark Consuelos was cast was that Hiram was perhaps slightly older (must Sheriff Keller be our only resident Silver Fox?) like in the comics. Distinguished. Hermione probably came from a middle class (probably on par with the Coopers) and was won over by the older boy’s charm and, yes, perhaps a little by his money. Everyone liked messy, Springsteen-loving Bulldog Fred Andrews, but Hermione never looked at Fred as  much more than a boy. Hiram was a man. 

But it appears Hiram is more their age and perhaps Fred’s line of “rich kid” does refer to him as being a peer. Was he in the same grade as them in high school? Was he a future MBA? Did he throw his weight around, knowing the Lodge name could get you whatever you wanted in Riverdale? Was he friends with any of our other Riverparents? Did him and FP have an epic rich-kid/poor-kid dynamic where they were constantly trying to out do one another? I know the idea of a flashback episode has pretty much been shot down, but could we get like… a tie-in comic of them in high school at least? A scene with them looking at their high school yearbook? Like come on, I’m a desperate woman with a very specific obsession here. Throw me a bone, RAS.

I’m actually a little let down we saw him so soon, as I waned a little more build up to this moment of seeing Hiram. It’s been like… three days since they said he was getting released early? But this is Riverdale Law and shit don’t have to make a lick of sense here (re: FP in jail, Jughead going to juvie… I could go on). So okay, he “came home early.”

Let me tell you, this scene gave me CHILLS. I love that he’s just sitting there in the shadows of the dining room. Hermione obediently at his side. During this father-daughter reunion, he literally makes his daughter cross all the way to him to give him the most heartless kiss I’ve ever seen. Geez. Way to throw your power around, Hiram.

And Hermione. Lets talk about Hermione. She’s so back and forth during season 1, which I thought was perfect because, just like her daughter, she was using this move to Riverdale to try and turn her life around. Forget being this socialite rich bitch, you’re scrubbing grease off the grill at Pops. Talk about becoming humble. We see Hermione do these “bad things,” but overall it seemed like she was doing so many of them to make sure she and her daughter were able to stay afloat. If that meant being the courier for Hiram’s deals, so be it.

Hands down, the best Hermione moment of this episode was her threatening to slap Veronica. But holy shit. “And she drank your Cristal.” WHAT IS YOUR GAME, WOMAN? You know when your sibling was in trouble and you were  pissed at them, so you just feed your parents more bullshit to get them madder? (”How the hell is your cell phone bill $300?” “BECAUSE SHE’S ON THE PHONE ALL NIGHT TALKING TO HER BOYFRIEND, THAT’S WHY DAD.”) That’s literally the tone Hermione was using. I also want to point out that Hermione has zero problem with her 15/16-year old daughter enjoying a mimosa after a night of hot teen sex, but she has a problem when it’s a $400 bottle of champagne being used in that mimosa. I fucking love you, Hermione.

I am SO READY for these mildly evil (okay, there is no “evil” or “good” in this town, it’s always both) Lodges. BRING IT. 

*no, I don’t actually think this “angel of death” has anything to do with Hiram. It just seemed like an appropriate line.

Welcome to the Vague Thought Corner~

In which, before we go any further, we’re just going to quickly touch base with my thoughts on each character at this precise moment in time. For fun. 

But also mostly for the sake of comparison, so that you can compare this to my earlier (and later) thoughts. 

Behind a cut though, because when I said “quickly” I was absolutely lying. 

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Fic: It could have turned out differently, I suppose (But it didn't)

Written for the @olicityhiatusficathon organized by @thebookjumper prompt “at odds.” (and yes the title to this fic came from Jane Austen)

Okay, this one is a little weird and dark for me. But I followed this plot bunny down it’s rabbit hole. I have no beta and wild and crazy children - so I apologize for any mistakes. 

Read it on Ao3 or below.

It could have turned out differently, I suppose (But it didn’t)

You know that pain and guilt can’t be taken away with a wave of a magic wand. They’re the things we carry with us, the things that make us who we are. If we lose them, we lose ourselves. I don’t want my pain taken away! I need my pain! – James Tiberious Kirk

Felicity looked around the room at her friends, all in the fetal position, crying. The meta human – “The Heartbreaker,” as Cisco dubbed him, stepped over their bodies as he stalked toward Felicity.

“Choices. Human existence is made up of millions of choices. Left or right. What college? Who to date? Fight or flight? And with those choices comes another plague to humankind – regret. Did we make the right choice? What would life be like if we had chosen differently?”

While he gave his villainy monologue (why did villains always do that, she wondered), Felicity surveyed the room for an exit. Or some way she could get ahold of Oliver.

“You humans are always at odds with yourself, and I simply use that to my advantage,” Heartbreaker said as he stopped a few feet from her.

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dead-annabethcaser  asked:

things you didn't say at all: percabeth

things you didn’t say at all

.13 years old

Without a word, they fell into position; back to back, stepping in perfect time, weapons raised. Percy didn’t need to tell Annabeth when to move - he could feel it in the tension of her muscles, hear it in the weight of her steps, sense it beyond any rationale. They made their first strikes at the same time, and rather quickly the monsters who’d surprised them in a corner of Grand Central were gone, nothing but dust sweeping across the floor.

Annabeth sheathed her dagger and grinned at him. “Reflexes have gotten a bit slower, Seaweed Brain.”

“Oh, like you can talk, Owl… Head…,” he replied, trying to think of a witty nickname in retort and failing.

She laughed, probably at the way his eyebrows were scrunched together in concentration as much as at the crappy nickname. “Don’t ever call me that again.”

Before he could reply, she turned to lead the way out of the station. Percy collapsed Riptide and followed her at a run, too proud to call out for her to wait up.

.15 years old

Annabeth was sitting across the campfire, at the back of a huddle of Athena campers. Percy had a direct view of her above the flames, and he was too busy staring at her to pay any attention to what Travis was saying. He could hear the other boy talking beside him, saying something about a new prank he had planned to try and ‘lighten things up’ - but Percy’s entire consciousness had narrowed to the curve of Annabeth’s shoulders, the downturn of the corners of her lips, the way the edge of her ponytail fell forward over her collar. She looked so sad.

They hadn’t spoken in three days.

Sometimes Percy wondered if the kiss she’d given him in that volcano had been a dream.

“Dude.” Travis punched Percy’s shoulder, snapping him abruptly back to attention. “Are you even listening?”

“Yeah,” Percy said, flinching slightly when the word came out in a snap. He rubbed his arm absentmindedly and sighed. “Sorry, no. I’m a little… out of it.”

Travis looked confused, until he glanced across and saw Annabeth. His eyes widened with realisation. “Ooh. Yeah, man, that’s not good.”

“What’s not good?” Panic twisted Percy’s stomach and made his voice rise in pitch. If the other campers were talking about his fight with Annabeth, it might be worse than he thought. “What is it?”

Travis leant back and held his hands up, palms out. “Nope, I’m not getting involved.”

Percy narrowed his eyes at him. “What’s Katie told you?”

“Look, just…” Travis gulped. He visibly debated with himself for a few seconds before saying, “Maybe you should talk to her about it?”

“Talk about what?”

“I dunno… Apologise, maybe?”

“Apologise?! What do I have to apologise for? I haven’t even done anything, she’s the one acting all -”

Percy was so wound up he didn’t catch Travis’s panicked expression until it was too late. The words died on Percy’s lips as he saw a flash of blonde hair in his periphery. He looked over just in time to see Annabeth stomping towards him, expression murderous. He stared at her, half of him wanting to run away and hide, half of him ecstatic at the chance to talk to her again, even if the talk was probably going to involve a lot yelling.

But she turned at the last second, heading in the direction of the beach, and just before she went Percy swore he saw a tear fall down her cheek. He wanted to call out after her, but he had no idea what to say. He watched her retreat, feeling sick to his stomach, and tried to figure out what the hell was happening to them.

Travis clapped a hand on his shoulder and clucked sympathetically. “Like I said, man - apologising might be the smart thing to do.”

Percy shrugged him off and snarled, “She’s the smart one, not me.”

.16 years old

Sometimes Annabeth needed some silence. After the war, it was a bumpy road to settle back into life at camp. Everything felt irrevocably different; she’d once confided to Percy that she couldn’t figure out whether it was the camp or her that had changed more, and nothing terrified Annabeth more than not having an answer.

A week after their return, he found her sitting on the beach, eyes red rimmed and shadowed. Apart from a slight tensing of her shoulders, Annabeth didn’t move when Percy sat down next to her. He propped his chin on her shoulder and gazed down at the shape she’d drawn in the sand - a trident. When he lifted the hand she was using to fingerpaint up to get a better look at the design, she brought her other one round and wiped some sand on his cheek.

He spluttered dramatically and wiped it away, shaking his head and trying to prevent her from doing it again. She was smiling as she climbed into his lap and wiggled her dirty fingers in front of his eyes, and he was laughing as he let her get in a cheap shot and smudge some sand on the tip of his nose.

If it hadn’t been for the shadows in her eyes, or the scratches on her skin, Percy almost wouldn’t have believed this was the same girl he went through Tartarus with. But of course it was; this Annabeth, now using her sleeve to clean his face, was the same Annabeth who’d fought with him through the deepest pits of hell, and she was the same Annabeth who’d kissed him for the first time in a volcano, and she was the same Annabeth as the girl who’d sat in the back of a Kindness International truck and made him feel like maybe they could be proper friends after all.

There were a million things Percy wanted to say to her; we’re home, we’re safe, we’re together; we made it, we did it, we won; I’m so proud of you, I love you. He wanted to thank her, for saving his life, over and over, in more ways than he could fathom.

But Percy had never been good with words.

So he grabbed her hands and held them still, and he kissed her, softly and sweetly, on the sand of the camp beach. He tried to pour every bit of emotion he had into that kiss. He tried to make it reassuring, and loving, and hopeful, and gentle, and everything that Percy had promised himself he was going to be for Annabeth, for the rest of his life. Her hands snaked into his hair, carding through the dark strands, and his arms wound around her waist and held her tight as they kissed, and in the end neither of them said anything at all.

After all, Percy had a feeling Annabeth already knew everything anyway.

Letters in Iron

Hey everyone! This is my third fic, and it will be a multi-chapter one!

Nah, I’m kidding. How, you ask? Because each fic is a oneshot. All of them are based on a one word prompt starting with each letter of the alphabet. 

I am proud to say that this is my best fic (out of a grand total of three), and I hope you like it. Reviews are very much appreciated!

This is also up on FF and AO3.

Rating: T
1. Apple
Words: 1702
Summary: When Gajeel eats an apple that Levy received on a mission, he is unpleasantly surprised to find that he has turned into a cat. And not the Exceed kind. Rated T for swearing.

Gajeel wonders what kind of crummy job she took to end up with a basket of apples as her reward.

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Day 2 - Nerd Girlfriends

I made you all this… it’s a high school AU because I didn’t know how else I could make this happen and I warn you now, I tried to be funny.

“But Alex, if UV-light is necessary for the reaction to start, wouldn’t it just stop if you put it in a dark closet?”

“No Winn, first of all very few things stop when you shove them into a closet, pun intended, and second, once the molecules are activated they start reacting with others no matter if there is any light or not.” Alex explained. Winn hummed in understanding.

“So what you’re saying, once out in the light, there is no stopping, no matter what happens?” Winn asked, grinning.

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Pumpkin - My third project

Pumpkin is a cat from one of the first fiction I wrote in english. You can find it here : Halloween Prompt: Black cat.

I’ve wanted to make her since the beginning, when I started crochetting but, well, starting with black yarn was a very bad idea as I learned later. I understood quite a bit myself when, doing my first ring circle, I couldn’t distinguish a stitch from another. For a first project it was quite difficult, especially for learning how to crochet and all that.

But I kept in mind to do Pumpkin at some point and… yeah, ok, I couldn’t wait any longer and tried it. Which… urgh, black yarn is such a bitch, I swear XD.

She’s now sitting in the middle of my Iron Man & Winter Soldier pop. The collar wasn’t part of the pattern but I found how to made it and I improved a little bit x).

To celebrate it I made a small fiction relating to the thing I wrote about her… because I really like Pumpkin (go figure) and… well, I wanted to write more about her. It’s not great but it’s a small thing I wrote when I finished my amigurumi. There’s another picture at the end of the fiction.

Life at their apartment had become… nicer. While Tony was still very much aware of all the ways something could go wrong if he wore green on a Friday or walked under a ladder, Pumpkin had somehow won a special place among them and was no longer considered a threat.

Since the day the truce had been signed, while Bucky was absent, it wasn’t uncommon to find them curled up on the couch, the kitten purring loudly with his head tucked under Tony’s chin.

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anonymous asked:

So if a Reylo shipper disagrees with you, that makes them an Anti Lite? It's possible to like the same ship but not ship it in the same way or disagree with other shippers. I didn't claim that you romanticize their entire dynamic, rather that some (not all) Reylo shippers tend to romanticize Kylo's sad looks/behavior as proof that he likes Rey. It's like how some fans depict Rey as a "pure cinnamon roll" when she's not. Kylo is definitely vulnerable, but he's also arrogant and cruel at times.

And as the anon who sent you that “romanticizing” ask, I do want to apologize for coming off as rude. That wasn’t my intention. It’s more so that I’m worried that some Reylo shippers will expect Kylo to be all over Rey in the next film and gentle with her in their duel, but I think the complete opposite is more likely to happen. Then again, I’m always a pessimist. I do expect them to bond, but their initial interaction will probably involve Kylo being more aggressive than he was in TFA.             

I disagree with Reylos all the time, dude, no problem. But usually Reylos don’t come into my inbox anonymously to disagree with me, and it usually doesn’t sound as accusatory.

I promise, it wasn’t that we disagreed - it was more the tone of the ask and the way it was worded. It felt like you were talking directly to me and my own interpretations… especially considering it was in my inbox, specifically. I suppose I was confused why you inboxed me - specifically - in a way that seemed like you were calling me out? When, in many of my posts, I make it very clear that how I perceive Kylo, Rey, and their interactions/dynamic.

Sure, there are many Reylos who have this version of Kylo that perhaps doesn’t reflect the film… but there are also tons of antis who refuse to see the vulnerability and emotional aspects of Kylo. The fandom isn’t this monolith, nor its subsections.

In your original post, you said this,

I feel like the only Reylo shipper who doesn’t romanticize (yes, I’m using that word) Kylo’s defeat by Rey. Call me sexist, but Rey wouldn’t have won if Kylo fought her the same way he fought Finn. He went easy on her and that’s why he got his ass handed to him. He’s not going to be enamored with Rey in TLJ; he’ll be angry and vicious in their next fight, not lovestruck or in awe.

This message also came after I made another post talking about Kylo admiring Rey for her power - which, besides the fact that in film he clearly does admire her power - your message’s obvious timing is specifically in reference to my interpretation, right? Unless that was coincidence.

And I don’t disagree with you on everything. But I do disagree with about half of it - especially the analysis of Rey. She’s a new Force user, and Kylo did go easy on her - absolutely! I agree. But she still kicked his ass, much to his surprise. And that he went easy on her in the first place is evidence of his admiration of her, I think. Otherwise, like you said, he’d have acted like he did toward Poe and Finn.

Anyway, yeah, I’ll agree he’s going to be tougher on Rey in TLJ. I did say in the other post,

[…]While I DO believe Kylo will be out to face her again in TLJ, and that he will convince himself he’s doing his duty and seeking revenge - that will likely not be what REALLY goes down in the end, nor what he REALLY, truly wants.

In other words, Kylo is in denial, is my opinion on the matter. I believe that viscerally he is attracted to her, that he also consciously admires her power, but that mentally he will force himself to see her as a target - an enemy. Ultimately, however, he won’t be able to go through with it because, as Snoke said, he has compassion for her.

I made the joke about Anti Lite as a joke, mostly. But… to be honest, the ask did sound a little like a lot of antis’ points, just… somewhat nicer I guess.

“Romanticize” is a word a lot of people throw around on this hell site when they disagree with someone’s characterization I suppose, but its actual meaning is to assign characteristics to something in a way that’s better/more appealing than it actually is or that is over-idealistic.

But if the reading comes from the text itself, it’s not over-idealistic or making it more appealing than it actually is. That’s just reading what’s there.

Sure, Kylo gets angry when Rey escapes from him, and he gets angry when Finn cradles her after she is knocked out… but that is him being angry at a person separate from Rey, or at losing her. He never actually gets angry at Rey. In fact, in both of those cases, he immediately follows up with (1) talking about how powerful she is (to a storm trooper), and (2) looking at her like this:

So yeah, Kylo’s a dick, and he does a lot of horrific things. But he does LESS of that toward Rey, and in his twisted mind probably thinks he’s being “nice” to her. He has a villainous crush on her, so he’s enamored with her and her power - and I find that to be kinda cool in a way, that a man is portrayed as enamored by a woman’s strength.

That doesn’t mean he won’t still put up a good fight against her in the next film. It just means that deep down he probably doesn’t really want to fight her, and he almost certainly won’t be able to harm her.

My take might end up being wrong, but I’d hardly call it romanticizing, as it’s based on reading from the text of the script and novelizations, as well as from the scenes in the movie itself. I don’t think your interpretation is out of left field, considering that Kylo is very prideful and a bit cocky sometimes. However, the marketing is showing “little lost puppy” which is where I think a lot of people - including myself - are starting to think, “hmmm… Kylo is gonna be even more woobie that we initially THOUGHT.” It’s Lucasfilm doing all this, not me, lol! Blame them for all this madness!

Anyway, no hard feelings. I was just surprised by the tone of it. Many Reylos are not in the camp of taking away Kylo’s assholery, and I just didn’t think it was fair to lump me and a lot of other Reylos into that category. He’s a complex, multi-faceted character, so I think that’s why the confusion comes in. He’s both vulnerable and a TOTAL DICKWAD. He is sad and lonely, and a CRUEL, COCKY ASSHAT. So… I think he’s just a hard character to pin down in a few words, so it’s easy to misconstrue any one post or comment about him.

(ok,one sec, but seriously though:

like, WTF Kylo, who kicked you and shoved you into a locker and then stole all your lunch money? Did you go to the principal to report the incident yet, young man?)

Miedo~ Usnavi X Reader (In The Heights)
  • <Your POV>
  • "Of course I am going to Nina's dinner, but I don't understand why you're dragging me to the club afterwards." I rolled my eyes as Vanessa, my older sister rolled some lipstick onto my lips.
  • "Look." She sighed, "Im getting out of here as soon a possible. But I want to see you safe in the arms of some boy first. You got that?" She added and stepped away so I could stand, "And it's not going to come unless you embrace your culture and wear an actually wear a dress that shows off some skin. And that is a dancing dress. And some heels."
  • I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I looked in the mirror at my white long sleeve dress and tan flats.
  • Unlike my sister, I was a really shy, insecure, constantly having anxiety attacks. I wasn't special like anyone here. I had nothing more to do with my life. I would probably end up getting married to Sunny, arranged, of course. Pop out four kids and end up letting him sleep around.
  • Still none-the-less. Time to go "socialize".
  • --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  • "Mira! Come here." Vanessa hollered after I had awkwardly stood in the door way for five minutes. Sighing, I smiled lightly, and headed towards her when I noticed Usnavi and looked to the ground embarrassed.
  • "Y/N!" She smiled, "Why are you hugging the wall? Waiting for someone?" I blushed and looked down, slightly annoyed yet still I shook my head no and Nessa shoved me into Usnavi, "Great. You can wait here with Usnavi then."
  • "Of course." I nodded shyly.
  • Damn-it! She totally knows about my crush... And now we are left alone.
  • Usnavi whistled awkwardly and I smiled back at him, a strange silence surrounding us until he broke it. "How've you been, Y/N?"
  • "Um... Same old same old. Sorry Vanessa ditched. I know I'm not as fun."
  • "No..." He smiled grabbing my hand, "Stop. You are fine... Wanna dance?"
  • I laughed, "I'm real bad." He echoed my laughter and dragged me out onto the dance floor, wrapping arms around my waist as he began to move us to the rhythm of the music.
  • "I take it you've never tangoed?" He asked, causing me to chuckle and nod, "Oh mis amor! Tengo tanto que enseñarte! (Oh my love. I have so much to teach you)."
  • Again I laughed, "I know no espanol." Usnavi smiled at me tucking a lock of hair behind my ear and pulling me closer as I locked eyes with him.
  • "Then again, I have much to teach you." I laughed as he spun me, a strange fluffy feeling spreading in my stomach and head, causing me to stop thinking. "Tell me a little about yourself Y/N."
  • "What would you like to know?" I laughed, "There isn't much that this town doesn't know about me. I am a bit plain."
  • "There's got to be something."
  • I snickered, a smirk appears on my face, "What makes you think I would tell you?"
  • Dipping me deep towards the ground he laughed raising his eye brows, "No Mi Diga?"
  • "No Usnavi." I laughed and he smirked pulling me in closer.
  • "Then I shall have to work to earn it."
  • Then he leaned closer and closer and then...
  • ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  • (Usnavi's POV)
  • "Y/N?! Y/N!" I hollered as she fell into my arms. "Damn-it!"
  • Is she afraid of the dark? What happened? I have to find Abuela! Chaos began to erupt in the bar, causing nausea to spread and my mind to reel as people spread out.
  • Sunny.
  • Y/N.
  • Abuela.
  • Vanessa.
  • So many things to focus on.
  • "Think Usnavil what do I do?"
  • Abuela... Oh she is probably all alone.
  • I took off as fast as I could with Y/N in my arms when I stumbled on her at last.
  • "Abuela are you are you alright?" I said, carefully placing Y/N so I could place a hand on Abuela and kneel besides her.
  • "The stars are out tonight." She sighed into the air not looking at me until I took her hand.
  • "You're not alone tonight."
  • She sighed and turned to me at last, only briefly looking at Y/N before sighing, removing my hand from hers and grabbing a bag, placing something in my hand. "Usnavi... Please promise me you'll guard this with your life."
  • I looked at her confuse, "Abuela? I have never seen this much money in my life!" She smiled and nodded hugging me briefly as she stood up.
  • "I won. Paciencia y Fe... And Usnavi?" She laughed slightly and we both jumped as Y/N began to breathe heavily.
  • "Abuela?" I spoke still in shock, pocketing the money.
  • "Take her home and take care of her. Ella es una chica dulce. Ella realmente se preocupa por usted. Paciencia y fe. (She is a sweet girl. She truly cares about you. Patience and faith)." Nodding, I followed her into our apartment, running up the stairs about to set Y/N in my bed when she woke up screaming, kicking, and crying. Instantly, I wrapped my arms around her, muttering in her ear, "Sh...."
  • "Usnavi.. I'm scared." She wined. And I shhhed her again, "I don't like the dark."
  • "No se asuste. Yo estoy aquí con vosotros. I will stay with you tonight. No me estoy despidiendo. (Do not be scared. I am here with you. I am not leaving you.)" I slowly and gently moved her down on the bed as I wrapped an arm around her an pulled the covers up, her breathing slowed as she finally closing her eyes.
  • "Thank you Usnavi." She mumbled weakly.
  • "No more talking" I smirked, "Descansar ahora mi hermosa..."
  • "I love you." She spoke again, though I know she didn't mean to say it, as she was still asleep still I laughed.
  • "Te amo demasiado, mi querida. Sweet dreams. (I love you too my dear)."
  • ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Truth - Barry x Reader pt.2

Request: Could you do a part two to the truth maybe were the team meets batman and robin and they all kind of get excited when they see the three of them work together

Prompt: Team Flash meets Team Batman and team up against evil. 

Words: 950+

Warning: none

A/N: Here it is part two! Hope you enjoy it, babes. It wasn’t exactly what the request was but they work together-ish. It hints at it anyways, I like to leave the ending to the readers sometimes. Robin was written as a goofy character because I didn't really know what to do there. Anyways some of you send request and I will get to those after a personal narrative for school. Urgh! HAPPY READING! 

Part 1

Originally posted by bellamyblakc

Originally posted by brucewayneissexy

Originally posted by telefilmaddictedforever

I sat comfortably at Jitters accompanied by Cisco, Caitlin and Barry. We were all waiting for my friends Bruce and Robinson, who were running late due to some traffic. After we caught Mad Hatter the team found out about my secret identity as Batgirl they wanted to meet Bruce and Robin who had actually agreed because they have not seen me in about a year, wanted to celebrate catching Mad Hatter and meet Team Flash especially Barry since we were dating.

“I brought coffee for all of us.” Caitlin says setting down four cups of coffee on the table.

“I can’t believe we are about to meet the Bat Team” Cisco whispers to the group taking a very loud slurp from his drink “So when are they getting here?”

“Soon hopefully, I miss those guys.”

“I knew it! Bet you missed me the more than Bruce.” a familiar voice behind me said, I turned around to come face to face with Robin.

“Robinson!” I get up and we hug each other tight as he lift me up and spun me around. Robin had always been like a teasing younger brother to me, we would always fight about little things and annoy each other for fun but nothing would separate us. Bruce on the other hand was a bit more serious and was like an older brother to me, he does this thing were he likes to be be in charge of things and protect everybody. For a long time he wouldn’t let me be Batgirl, I fought him just prove I could be in the team and do just as much. Needless to say I won.


“Bruce” we both smile and hug him too, after a few seconds he returns the hug and pulls up chair at our table to sit down.

“Okay, Bruce and Robs meet Cisco, Caitlin and Barry. Guys this is Bruce and Robinson.” I say pointing at each of them as I introduced them. They all said hi and soon we were discussing Mad Hatter and previous missions we had been in. I was glad that we were all getting along, to be honest I was a little nervous about this meeting. You never know what will happen when you put a bunch of superheroes in one room.

“So Barry, you dating Y/N now, huh? I should warn you if you ever hurt her-” Bruce started only to get interrupted by Barry.

“If I hurt her you will kill me? I won’t, I like her too much to do that” Barry says smiling and holding my hand in his  under the table.

“I certainly hope you won’t but what I was going to say is that if you ever hurt her she will kill you. I’ve known her long enough to know she can handle herself.” Robin starts laughing his ass off about this and so did everyone else.

“I won’t confirm nor deny.” Barry turns to me with a jokingly terrified face and I give him a quick kiss.

“We don’t usually meet other superheroes, you know, mostly villains and some in between but you good all around.” Robin points out.

“So where is Mad Hatter?”

“We got him locked up in a makeshift prison we made at S.T.A.R labs.” Caitlin answers flashing one of her kind smiles at them.

“Mind if we check out your place?”

“Always the curious one ain’t you, Robs?” I wink at him playfully and he chuckles to himself probably remembering the time we were on a mission and there was a plate of fries he didn’t think there would be a harm in eating them so he took one. Later that day we found out they had a toxin that made him gassy all day.The criminal was some 17 year old kid with too much time in his hands and a sense of humor.

“We could go right now. I do have some paperwork to get done.”

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anonymous asked:

i guess i should be happy for the klaroline phone call but i didn't like it. i'm glad they interacted but those babies really ruined it for me. i wish they were gone. what is it with julie plec and babies?! god, she ruins everything.

Yeah I understand where you are coming from and this is why I was more excited -and still am- about the fandom reactions instead of that particular scene itself. I have not bothered watching the scene because of the babies  (ew) because I do not like the trickery of JP of using a popular item to push and force the most rejected one and then take pride over how she actually gave what people asked for. No. It does not work that way. And how much more when you do not put the actors in the same room so you lack the chemistry by default and you burden the ship with shitty writing. The phonecall works only through allusions and a personal point of view over the context of it and the underlined messages one can decipher.

However after seeing all the related gifs from the crossover episode of TVD (which is the only one I care about and I do not really expect anything from the TO part) I have to say that my heart indeed did melt but not because of the phonecall. I am erasing that one (or most parts of it) from memory. But I saw the Klefan scenes and those were more Klaroline scenes than the Klaroline scene itself.

Klaroline was never only about getting Klaus and Caroline in the same room. It was never about following the easy or conventional way. It was about the level and depth of their relationship and how that mirrored (and STILL DOES) not only in their interactions but in their personal attitude and in their interactions with others. The insight I got from the gifs of the Klefan scenes (which I admit sooner or later I will cave and probably search for them in youtube) was what I have missed the most about Klaroline. It was the need and the burning emotions that lie between the lines and just underneath the surface. It was the things that were not said that matter more than the things that were said. I had my expectations set on the lowest of lows and I got something that can even be compared (As much as it can with the current writing that is) with very fond memories I have from this ship. This kind of excitement ignites all over again my need and my passion for this ship.

Do you remember some very important scenes we got for Klaroline when Caroline was not in the same room?

Klaus has always been reacting instinctively only in the sound of Caroline’s name.

Caroline will be there”

Caroline is in there, don’t you have a thing for her?”

“Bonnie doesn’t give a damn about us. The only reason she is helping is to save Caroline and Tyler”

“Why? What happened to…Caroline?”

“I think this has something to do with a certain blonde vampire

“I think you’re worried Caroline’s never gonna forgive you"

We got that in the Klefan scenes. And we even got even more. Do know from season 4 which episode I did not like when it came to a Klaroline scene? It was 4x19. The scene where Caroline asks Klaus for a prom dress (I guess now this scene is not the worst ever since we have the baby crap that take the prize) and back then even though there was some comedic element in the scene I was like…just no. But then it was the rest of the episode concerning Klaroline that had won my heart over.

It was not Klaus and Caroline but it was Klaus and Tyler that made my heart melt and what happened with Stefan in the crossover episode is a great parallel of that. And this is why it does not matter if I will wait for this ship for a year or two or ten. I will be there for every moment of it because …was it worth it?…hell yeah it was and it still is and it will forever be worth it.

Stefan in the prom episode while dancing with Caroline had told her that she has wrapped Klaus around her small finger. And this was true and it was the one and only thing that saved Tyler’s life. Klaus the master of revenge and of the absolute ultimatums always takes a step back in the most selfless ways (as much as his character can be described with such words) when it comes to what Caroline needs. Caroline’s happiness comes first. If it is Caroline that is asking something then he will do it. Hell he will do it without her even asking. Klaus wants the best for Caroline and he is willing to walk the distance and to move heaven and earth for her even if she is not with him and even there is no promise of them being together. He does not even want her gratitude. All he wants is her well being. That kind of connection runs deep and changes him to the core because he would not do that for any other person. It is not just Klaus’ actions towards Caroline that show the depth of his feelings for her. It is how Klaus reacts as a person towards others and the only motivation for that change is not being with Caroline or controlling Caroline or proving to Caroline he is the best choice for her. Caroline is not a trophy. Caroline is not the balm for his pain. She is the one that comes first above all. The motivation is her well being even when she will never learn about what Klaus does for her and even if he has to let her go. Because sometimes caring for someone and falling in love with someone is not about the epic declarations and the roar (which we have also got in the history of this ship) but it is about the silence and the sound that silence produces that sets the world a different spin for an immortal that otherwise has been unrelenting, unmoving, uncaring, unchanging. This kind of promise is the one that makes the however long it takes still stand. We are just riding the middle waves here. The last love is not here yet. We are just waiting in the between. It is a long wait but …was it…is worth it?….yes because nothing that is actually worth it comes easy. It wouldn’t be worth it if it did.

In the prom episode of S4 Klaus was happy to provide Caroline with a dress in order to make her dreams come true even though he was not there to see her enjoying the dress and dance and laugh and smile in it. He was not there to take pride over his actions. But then he stood there and watched the object of his desire dancing with his nemesis and the man he had swore to kill on sight and hunt to the ends of the earth (something he had done for every other as he did for Katherine in England centuries ago and for the centuries that followed). He stood there and watched in silence as Caroline professed her love and happiness for another. He stood there and watched her in the dress he had given her be happy for being in the hands of the man that in his mind had destroyed dreams he had (for creating his hybrids) for a thousand years.

And when Tyler steps out of Caroline’s house Klaus confronts him but he doesn’t hurt him. He doesn’t touch a single hair from his head. He lets him go. His wrath is there, his rage pulsates but what matters the most is Caroline’s happiness. And Klaus takes a step back from his own ego and pride and revenge plans and from the ways he has set for himself for a thousand years.

Because as he has said before. “Because of you Caroline. It was all for you.”

So he stands and watches Tyler run away once more unscathed but only after he asked him:

“Was it worth it to see her smile to make her dream night come true?…”

And Klaus knows that it was worth it. Because he does the same for her. All the time. Everytime. And that won’t change. That won’t change in a year or two or five or a thousand. It does not matter if the reason behind Caroline’s smile is something trivial or something earth shuttering. It makes no difference for him. As long as Caroline gets her happy ending that is what matters for Klaus. And he won’t reveal to Caroline his actions. It is the secret he keeps deep inside. That weakness that is the strength he needs in order to overcome the worst parts of himself even for one tiny moment of humanity that will still highlight his true personality. He is the villain. He is the monster. But he is still the man that once he cares he will take himself out of the spotlight and will do what the heroes do not. Which is everything and anything for the person he cares for without asking nothing in return. Not with Caroline. Never with Caroline. Never for the girl that even the sound of her name is enough to turn his world upside down in one second stat. And all that while he will still respect her choices. He will respect her choice to live or die, to be with him or another. He will respect the way she chooses to live away from him. She is free and she is in control and with him she will never have to fear otherwise. And this is why when push comes to shove Caroline will know that when things turn dangerous Klaus will always be her safe haven and a shelter for her. Because Caroline is loyal for those she loves and is ready to sacrifice everything for them but when it comes to for her to be treated in that way by others? There is only one person in the whole wide world that is ready to treat her that way asking nothing in return. His name is Klaus Mikaelson. Because for him she is the unforgettable one and he will always be there for her. No questions asked. While asking nothing in return and without shaming her for it or making feel insecure about it. Without taking away her agency.

This is the kind of care and emotion that someone can take for granted because it is a fact of life for certain people and certain relationships no matter the reasons or the time or the obstacles.

And that in its core is one of the reasons why Klaroline works in the way it does and why people won’t let go.

So maybe the phonecall did not work in the way many would expect but everything else? Klaus once more does not care if the world around him burns. He does not care what the consequences will be. He does not care that this goes against everything he is and declares he is. He will help Stefan. Despite his bitterness and his rage and the danger. He will be the selfless one. He will be the savior. He will shed his skin and will become what Caroline needs in order to be happy. And once more he will put Caroline first and will try to make the world a better place for her as long as her desires get fulfilled. She does not even need to know about it. She does not even need to know what is at stake and what this means for him. As long as she is happy that is enough. He does not even need to answer if he loves her not. Actions speak louder than words.

So was it worth it?

Hell yeah.

ineharnia  asked:

(1)I thought of looking it up but I think I'll ask you as well because you give nice answers. I was talking with someone about Sherlock and she said she didn't like the third season. After questioning her it turned out she didn't like HLV (that's the

third episode, right? She didn’t like the third one) and specifically she didn’t like that Sherlock killed Magnussen because she thinks it’s completely out of character because Sherlock’s supposed to be moral and smart enough to think of a better way. So I wanted to ask you why Sherlock killed Magnussen and couldn’t think of a better way to deal with him. Also I’m probably gonna see her again in August, so no pressure in answering soon (since you said you’re under pressure with your meta). Thank you in advance!

Hi lovely!

This is as a general whole and not directed specifically to your friend, spoken from someone who studies Sherlock’s character FAR too much. 

Firstly, yes, it was HLV, the episode that won the series seven Emmys, one of them being for Outstanding Writing. Obviously they’re doing something right that a lot of people are failing to see. 

Secondly, there’s a huge chunk of time missing in HLV which covers at LEAST six months. We know NOTHING about what happened in those six months except that John presumedly wasn’t staying with Mary and Sherlock was either at home or the hospital recovering. I think during that time some side plan was coming to fruition behind the scenes (my thought is between John and Mycroft); everything at Appledore went TOO smoothly so I suspect there’s something else going on in the background with Mycroft and Sherlock, at least until Sherlock went and flubbed it up. In light of TAB, I now truly don’t think Sherlock and John have or had something planned TOGETHER to flush Mary out, since it was in TAB that Sherlock realized he needs to work with John and then they will be unstoppable. BUT, I do think John himself may have, in the 6 months away from Mary, secretly had a “plan B” in the works: he’s a soldier at his core, and a captain at that, so I don’t know why people think it’s so beyond John’s capabilities for him to actually think ahead on this stuff… pretty damned smart, after all. 

Next, here’s what I don’t get about people who think it’s OOC for Sherlock to have killed Magnussen (and it’s not, btw… I believe he does kill people in canon even): What exactly do they think Sherlock did for 2 years “taking down Moriarty’s network”? That phrase alone holds a lot of weight as to what it implies. It’s clear he was at least tortured and held captive for extended periods of time, and the subdued nature of his S3 character suggests that he wasn’t having tea and crumpets with the Queen everyday nor was he on holidays in Hawaii. It’s hinted at by Mycroft that Sherlock had literally been on non-stop missions for the past two years, and none of them were fun, and I highly doubt Sherlock just… didn’t NOT kill people while on those missions; while it’s not explicitly stated that he did, it’s hinted at throughout the exchange between he and his brother:

MYCROFT: You have been busy, haven’t you? […]
MYCROFT: Quite the busy little bee. (He chuckles.)
SHERLOCK: Moriarty’s network – took me two years to dismantle it.
MYCROFT: And you’re confident you have?
SHERLOCK: The Serbian side was the last piece of the puzzle.
MYCROFT: Yes. You got yourself in deep there … (he checks his report) … with Baron Maupertuis. Quite a scheme.
SHERLOCK: Colossal.
MYCROFT (shutting the file): Anyway, you’re safe now.
MYCROFT: A small ‘thank you’ wouldn’t go amiss.
SHERLOCK: What for?
MYCROFT: For wading in.
(Sherlock raises a hand to the barber to make him stop shaving him. The man steps back a little.)
MYCROFT: In case you’d forgotten, fieldwork is not my natural milieu.

The reason Sherlock’s killing is not spoken out directly is because then murder of Magnussen wouldn’t have been as shocking; IT LESSENS THE IMPACT OF THE ACT. If it was explicitly stated “I killed people” then Sherlock killing Magnussen is just another day in the park for Sherlock. BUT, relegating it to an unspoken act, one that Sherlock does SELFLESSLY to save a life, well then, that makes it mean so much more. We see that he isn’t doing it for funsies: he’s doing it because he wants to protect John (and it WAS for John, not Mary; they made it clear on the importance of pressure points and the chains in them, so by protecting Mary, Sherlock saves John’s life). 

It’s like one of the many reasons I think why the deleted scene was been removed – the cruelty in the scene makes Magnussen’s shooting seem personal to Sherlock, rather than a selfless act done for John.

As long as Magnussen was alive, he was never going to let up on threatening Mary and by extension John; Sherlock tried going the Mycroft route and it failed. He tried gaining Mary’s information manually, and it failed. So Sherlock thought John would not be safe unless Magnussen was gone for good, so he did what he felt he had to when the person he loved was threatened; he killed a man.

As I mentioned earlier, being able to commit this act is suspicious as well… how did John get into C.A.M.’s private home without being searched when back at Baker Street he was patted down before C.A.M. even stepped into the common area of the flat? It’s very suspect that there is something else at work, and someone higher than Mycroft may have wanted C.A.M. gone for good and was counting on Sherlock’s unpredictable nature. Hopefully this will be touched upon in S4.

Look, Sherlock HAS been violent before with people who threatened people he cares about – Mrs Hudson in ASiB with the CIA agents – so imagine what Sherlock could possibly do when he actually LOVES someone, KNOWS he’s in love, and wants to keep them safe? He’ll kill himself (TRF), he’ll sacrifice his happiness for that person (all of S3), he’ll risk getting killed again (HLV), he’ll kill someone for flicking his love in the face.

It’s a common trope in romantic storytelling – the hero does something dramatic and selfless, sacrificing his life or freedom to save the one they love. Everything Sherlock has ever done was for John, and always will be for John.

As for season three seeming completely different, this is because we are watching the season from Sherlock’s eyes; people are upset because Sherlock views the world differently than people had envisioned him to being: he’s actually a very sad, lonely man who is very soft, cares deeply for his family and friends, loves his best friend but doesn’t know how to cope with that, and all he wants is to have his life that he fucked up back to what it was before. NOTHING CHANGED except maybe Sherlock’s character growth from a great man to a good man and Sherlock coming to accept sentiment as part of that character.

November 2nd

The day before Halloween, Sam decides.

“Mind if I take the car?” he asks Dean. They both know Dean isn’t going anywhere, not this close to the day, not when even monsters seem to be battening down the hatches for whatever the Darkness with bring.

Dean gives him a long look, and Sam finds himself going down a mental checklist of things he could be in the doghouse for. (He knows from experience that just because Dean says something is behind them, is forgiven, doesn’t mean it actually is.)

But Dean just nods slowly. “Personal?” he asks, and Sam nods in return.

They don’t say it. They never do. But they both know.

Dean tosses him the keys, and Sam hits the road early the next morning.

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anonymous asked:

Hello there, I have a question about GFantasy magazine and about fanmail for Yana! I don't really understand how GFantasy works: does it hold writing contests ever so often (how Yana Toboso submitted Kuroshitsuji to it) and how is it able to publish so many "stories"/manga in one magazine? (i typed this in a confusind manner didn't i ;-; english isn't my native language either ;-;) [1/2]

[2/2] I’ve read some blog translations and Miss Toboso mentions about things she reads from fans, whether they’ve sent it to her email box/have written letters to her. I think it’s because I live in US that it may seem strange to me, but here, usually popular celebrities have a fanmail box but never really reply to  the letters they receive/hint that they’ve read these letters, and Miss Toboso said she reads the letter/emails. I wonder, is it easier to contact celebrities over there than here?

Hi there! Here are the answers to your questions =D

About GFantasy: According to the official website, GFantasy seems to hold a manga contest every month, where you can submit your own manga to the publisher. If you win a prize, you’ll get a reward (up to 500.000 JPY) as well as a contract with the magazine, and your manga will appear in GFantasy. In Yana’s case, she did participate in this contest twice (in 2003 and 2004) and she won the second prize with her second work ‘DISGUISE’ (see below).

As for your second question “how is it able to publish so many “stories”/manga in one magazine?“, I just checked the number of mangas that are serialized in GFantasy and it’s currently 19. This number isn’t large though, other famous magazines like ‘Shonen Jump’ carry over 20 different manga series (including mangas like One Piece, Bleach, Assassination Classroom, etc) too. However, the difference between magazines like Jump and GFantasy is that the former is a weekly magazine, so each manga has max. 20 pages, while the latter is a monthly magazine, so the mangas usually have more than 20 pages and that’s what makes the GFantasy so unusually thick and heavy!

People sometimes make a joke about the GF magazine and call it 「鈍器」 which means “blunt instrument” in Japanese, meaning that you could use it as a weapon due to its weight and thickness. (lol)

About fanletters: Yes, Yana mentioned several times that she reads all the fanletters from her fans, be it from Japan or from overseas. =D

As for celebrities in Japan, I don’t know whether they are easier to contact than celebrities in the US, since I’ve never written a fanletter to anyone in my life, but genereally speaking, I think that they don’t answer fanletters either. Neither does Yana. And whether these people take their time to read the fanletters or not, probably depends on their personality and on how much spare time they have.

If you are planning to send Yana a fanletter/fanmail though, you can do that from the official GFantasy website. It’s the easiest way to contact Yana =D

so show me family

(agents of shield // gen // // ao3)

 slightly belated birthday present for my baby sister

// in which the team gives Skye the birthday she never had.

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anonymous asked:

I would like to note that in the Emma Sulkowicz thing that the 'other three girls' accused him of nothing more than forcible kissing. The only other one was his former girlfriend who said that since he was her boyfriend she felt obligated to have sex with him. However, she said absolutely nothing about feeling coerced or threatened to do so. Like believe Emma if you want, but touting those other three as 'would those others lie' when they didn't actually accuse him of rape are ridiculous

I would like to point out that what you’re saying is inaccurate in basically every way and demonstrates that you either didn’t pay attention while reading about this case or you didn’t understand what you read.

  • The “other three girls” were two girls and a guy. This has been mentioned in literally every post I’ve made that’s mentioned the other three victims, so what this tells me is that you were in such a hurry to say something that you didn’t even read one single post I made before coming into my ask box about it.
  • The idea that the other victims accused him of “nothing more than forcible kissing,” which I’d like to point out is still a form of sexual assault (because we’re talking specifically about the idea of someone trying to physically restrain and kiss you, not something harmless like someone going in for a kiss and you turning away), is also false.
  • His ex-girlfriend accused him of “’intimate partner violence,’ including non-consensual sex.” I don’t know about you, but where I come from (and also in the eyes of the law), “non-consensual sex” is just a softer way of saying rape.
  • The victim speaking anonymously under the alias Josie is the one from the “forced kissing” incident. Nungesser followed her into a room, closed the door, grabbed her, and started trying to kiss her. He wouldn’t let go of her as she said no, and she fought him off and left. I’m going to take a wild guess and say he probably wasn’t going to just give her a peck and go back downstairs, but even if we assume that’s all it was going to be, he still physically restrained a struggling person until she fought him off and fled, which is more than “he just tried hard to get a kiss.” Columbia thought so too, because he was found responsible and put on disciplinary probation. He won on appeal because “Josie,” who had already graduated, was unwilling to take time off work to go back to her alma mater and go through the same process again.
  • The fourth victim is a male student who says Nungesser groped his crotch for a couple of minutes while they were alone in a dorm room. Not a kiss of any kind and definitely a form of sexual assault.

While only one of the other accusers specifically accused him of penetrative rape, the two stories that remain demonstrate a pattern of behavior wherein Nungesser disregards or pushes past people’s non-consent for his own sexual benefit. If four people have stories to that effect, one of them had to phsyically fight him off to prevent whatever he was trying to do (likely much more than a kiss), and two of them are talking specifically about being raped, there’s a pretty goddamn strong chance there’s something to it

anonymous asked:

I just looked through Hope's twitter and she had several posts about how proud she was to be able to play in her hometown, etc, and it made me sad because Ashlyn didn't get to post that type of thing for playing in her hometown. Esp because she had friends and family at the game. She just said the generic "it's game day orlando!"

Yeaaaaah, Hope playing in Seattle was treated like an event in itself with her talking about how much the game has grown and how thankful she was for playing in her hometown in front of fans and her family, just like Kling in Pittsburgh and probably the same treatment JJ will get in Arizona because this is what this tour is about celebrating the 23 players who won the WC

And honestly I feel so bad for Ash because everything indicated that she would’ve played in Orlando, I mean ussoccer even used her pic for promos and it would’ve been great for future Orlando Pride fans to see Ash in goal, but nope we didn’t get to see that and I’ve read so many arguments as to why Hope was the better choice against Brazil but honestly it boils down to fear of losing a friendly and not trusting your backup players to put on a decent match especially because there are 11 players out there and at least 6 subs and if you’re telling me that they can’t get the job done because Hope isn’t there then well we’re fucked for the future

Do I Wanna Know?

This is the long overdue sequel to this drabble, written many, many months ago.  It was inspired by the Arctic Monkey’s song it’s titled for.  Thanks as is so often the case go to ilarual and rebornfromash for being awesome.

So have you got the guts?

Been wondering if your heart’s still open and if so I wanna know what time it shuts

Simmer down and pucker up

I’m sorry to interrupt. It’s just I’m constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you

I don’t know if you feel the same as I do

But we could be together if you wanted to


She had just opened the door to leave when he appeared at the threshold of the stairs where he had no business being.  He was supposed to be on a date, after all.

“S…soul?” she asked guiltily.  "W…what are you doing..?“

"We broke up,” he grunted.  His face was devoid of emotion, and Maka might not have known what to make of it were it not for the relief and guilt radiating from his soul, all bound up with something strangely like–hope.

“Oh.  I’m–I’m sorry,” she offered quiet condolences.  "You…broke up with her?“ she guessed.  He just nodded.

"Is she okay?”

“I think so, yeah.  She wants to go back to Minnesota anyway.”

“Oh,” Maka said softly.  She didn’t know how to feel.  Happy because she’d spent the last two months miserable, watching the person she loved more than anything in the world with another, slowly slipping away from her?  Sorry for Alice, who had so clearly adored him?  Sorry that she had to meet her date in ten minutes when she’d rather spend her night consoling her weapon?  

Really, she felt all of that and more, something like hope fluttering at the edges of her heart.  She wanted to quash it, stuff it down, but it would out.  Maybe she couldn’t stop feeling it, but damnit, she wouldn’t let it show.

“Well, um, I didn’t know you’d be home, but there are leftovers, and—well—I’ll be back later.”  She made to move past him because she really had to go, but he grabbed her wrist.  He looked her up and down, eying her little black dress, her strappy silver heels, and his eyes went wide for a moment before a mask of indifference appeared on his face, shuttering any emotion.  Not that he could really hide it when their souls were still linked.  There was surprise, and was that anger?

“You have a date.”  It wasn’t a question .

“Well, yeah,” she answered evenly.  “And I’m running late.”

“Who?” he asked quietly, his voice carefully contained.

“You remember Gareth?”

Soul groaned and she saw the mix of conflicted emotions cross his face as his grip on her wrist tightened.

“Don’t go.”  It was almost a plea.

“Soul, I,” Maka shook her head.  “I can’t be rude.”  She shook off his grip.  “I’ll be back later.  Don’t wait up.”

She stormed down the stairs.  She was hurt.  She was angry.  How dare he, after dating Alice for months, how dare he try to tell her to call off one measly date?  And yet—hadn’t she just wished herself it weren’t happening, wished desperately to console him? Hadn’t she only taken this date to try to forget about him and his girlfriend?  Even still, she wouldn’t be rude.  She wouldn’t.  And it didn’t mean anything.  So Soul didn’t want her to go out with Gareth, so what?  He’d never liked the other meister.   That didn’t mean he cared, that he suddenly wanted to be with her.  So why shouldn’t she give someone else a chance?  What could Soul breaking up with Alice possibly matter? It didn’t.  So if Gareth wanted a date, if Gareth actually liked her, well, maybe it was time to move on, to give someone else a chance, because the person she loved had never been interested.


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