she said that she has never seen me this happy

I just had the most random thought that I now really want to happen.

let me set the scene. the squad is at school, as usual, and marinette, for some reason, has alya’s phone. (wouldn’t put it past her to take someone’s phone considering her track record ayy lmao) she’s taking selfies on it, some super cute but most just pulling incredibly dumb faces. 

then, on the cusp of one hella gorgeous photo where she looks like an actual angel, sunshine boy™ adrien agreste comes over from behind with a friendly and slightly awed* “hey marinette!”
(*he’s a one woman man, of course, but dang. she looked real cute in that almost selfie. can ya really blame him?)

she sees him in the phone screen and she’s shook. her expression transforms into one of pure unadulterated joy and somewhere in the seconds that pass instantaneously and yet feel like hours, she captures a photo right then. he’s in the background, looking incredible as always, and her eyes have just shifted toward him, and her expression is lovestruck. like, undeniably so. but something happens in the moment that prevents her from even noticing or looking back on the photo, and she gives alya her phone back later without having even seen said glorious selfie.

then alya. oh, alya. being the wonderful friend and impeccable wingman she is, she spams the squad group chat (bc don’t even try to tell me they don’t have one) with several of marinette’s selfies, pretending to be mad about mari taking her phone. but they’re all stunning photos, of course. and (, of course, ) the one is included. adrien sees the photo and.. oh dang. has this always been a thing? has this always been her beautiful reaction to simply seeing him? is there a reason she’s so happy? and how has he literally never noticed such elation on her face before?

he messages nino immediately. ‘dude. this photo. marinette looks really happy to see me?? I mean, it looks like she does anyway- maybe I’m reading into it. does this mean anything? is she normally this excited to see her friends?’

nino’s reply is instantaneous.

‘dude. DUDE.’


'are you actually that blind? pay attention to her expressions and mannerisms the next time u see her. hopefully you’ll understand. we’ll see.’

he follows nino’s instruction and after surprisingly very little time at all, it hits him like a ton of bricks.

she does not, in fact, act this way around all her friends.

that spark of light in her eyes, that elated smile; those are marinette specials reserved for very few things. raspberry macarons, fashion, and apparently:

“plagg, I think.. I think marinette dupain-cheng likes me.”

Conditioned (Part 3)

(Tae questions whether his desire for you is futile but continues to let his lust drive all his decisions.)

Warning:  Around 9000 words.  Lots and lots of dirty stuff happens. Female dom, male sub. Oral.  Dry humping.  Non-traditional sense of sexual morality.  

 “I should have known you had an ulterior motive for coming here.  This place was too far away from home to come for lunch.”  Tae eyed Jin from across the table.  Jin had stopped by his apartment earlier, asking Taehyung to go eat at a new restaurant across the street from the mall.  Tae had been reluctant to go, preferring to spend his day off from work at home playing video games and ordering delivery instead of venturing out into the rain to go across town to eat.  However, Jin was insistent, saying he had a coupon that expired today and offered to pay for everything.

Now that their meal was over, the truth was coming out.  Jin had just asked the waiter to bring another order of food, wrapped to go.  “There’s no ulterior motive.  I just thought that since we were eating so close to Youngsook’s store, I’d get her some food too.  It’s one of her favorite places to eat.”

“If you wanted to see your girlfriend, you didn’t need to bring me along.  Why didn’t you just bring her here on her lunch break?” Tae knew there had to be more to this story.

“Saturdays are their busiest day, so she never leaves to get a proper meal.  She usually just gets a coffee and some bread from the bakery next door.  I’ll look like hero coming in with an honest-to-god meal from her favorite restaurant.” Jin fidgeted in his seat while looking at Tae.  “Plus, I need you there with me when I deliver the meal. She won’t throw the food at my head or yell at me if you are there.”

Tae crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, raising his eyebrows in a silent question towards Jin.

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Saving All My Love For You - Elriel

Elain was nervous.

Even though she had no reason to be, even though she had gone out with Azriel before. And they were dating. And had gone on numerous dates before.

So why did this feel different?

No, Elain knew why.

It was because… because she loved Azriel.

And that terrified her.

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Harley’s Daughter Imagine: Fear Toxin

Request: @iamnotazombiie Can you do an imagine where Harley introduces her daughter to Jonathan Crane and then she helps Scarecrow release his Fear Toxin on Gotham? (the last one I swear lol)


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Whoffaldi Validation

Space is running a Doctor Who marathon this weekend leading up to the premiere and my best friend who doesn’t watch Who sends me a text… The moon is an egg! I was so happy that he was watching. He told me he had watched a few and was enjoying it. Then during “Mummy on the Orient Express” he texts me… Does Clara have a thing for the Doctor? She totally wants him! I explained that there are people who think that she does and people who think that they don’t and he said how can people say there isn’t anything between them, it’s so obvious! This from someone who has never seen the show. Take that nonbelievers!


Requested** Could you do something along the lines of your best friend not liking Harry for some reason and she sleeps over and Harry is just sort of shot down by your friend and he gets all sad and cuddly??? 


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**credit to original owner of gif  ヽ(^◇^*)/

pairing: xiumin x reader

word count: 1.6k
request: can you do a guardian angel xuimin scenario where he falls in love with you please? thanks!
a/n: writing about my bias is so fun man… I should do it more  I know it’s a bit short but I didn’t wanna drag on ++ he doesn’t go out like bro I’m an angel it’s just small hints :)))

Do you ever get that feeling that someone is watching you over your shoulder? Not as in, reading your texts or creeping on your books that you read, but watching you. Looking out for you and caring for you in a way that isn’t defensive, but instead more protective.

When you wake up in the middle of the night after having a bad dream or one of those god-awful feelings that someone’s watching you from the dark spot in the corner of your room, do you begin to feel comforted by the cool breeze around you? Even though nothing is there, something is there behind the lack of experiences you get from your senses.

Do you ever get those feelings that tell you not to do something or not to go somewhere, and then those feelings end up saving your life? They’re strange. The strangest of them all, really. Because there’s no explanation to why you didn’t want to go into that corner shop you go to every morning on that particular day when a man went inside with that gun. Final Destination-esque? No, you didn’t have a premonition.

But there’s nothing else in this world other than us, you finished your text, so I must be following my intuition quite well.

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Solstice - Chapter 8

This is Chapter 8 of my entry for @sincerelysaraahh‘s So This is Love January Challenge.  


Summary: The reader is on a cruise to Alaska - her graduation present from college - when she finds out that she is to marry someone of her parent’s choosing.  Can a stranger on the ship help her find happiness and escape her family’s expectations?

warnings: angst

word count: ~1580

“Y/N,” your mother practically growled.  “What is the meaning of this?”

You were frozen in place, your mother’s hand grasping your arm tightly, her long fingernails digging into your skin.  Your heart was beating a million miles a minute, both from hearing Dean’s speech and the fact that your mother had heard Dean’s speech.  

You felt as though your entire world was closing in on you, and all you could do was watch it implode.

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10 Things I Hate About You; part 6

Title: 10 Things I Hate About You; part 6

Words: 1916

Pairing: Dean x reader

Summary: This AU is based on my favourite movie ‘10 Things I Hate About You’. Reader is really smart girl, decided to go to Harvard. She’s having great grades and lives healthy. Dean on the other side is typical bad guy. Girls are falling on their knees in front of him, but Dean doesn’t care. Until he meets a girl who seems to be immune to his charms. Decided to win her over, Dean makes a bet.

Warnings: AU, swearing

Previous parts:

A/N: Already part 6? This is going so fast! (not really but try to ignore that please haha) Enjoy!

I hate the way you’re always right,
I hate it when you lie.

“Okay, deep breaths, Y/N! I don’t need you to have a panic attack now!” Ellie said, almost having one herself.

She’s been in your room for over an hour, trying to calm you down. She knew that this was the day your father passed away. You were a wreck every year, but she has never seen you like this, not after the day he passed away.

“Talk to me. Please!” she begged, shaking you lightly. “You actually seemed to be better this year. What happened?”

“Shit,” you wiped tears, but they just kept coming, making a river down your cheeks. “Fuck… I’m sorry.”

She hugged you tightly, stating that you have nothing to be sorry for.

“Should I call Dean?” Ellie asked gently, hoping that he’ll be able to calm you down. Lately it seemed like he was that thing that kept you happy and smiling.

“No,” you said almost too quick and too loud, “I’ll tell you what happened, just- just don’t call him, please.”

2 weeks ago

“I’m so excited,” your mum squealed as she waited for you to come out of your room.

“Mum, calm down!” you laughed, “I’m just going out, it’s not like that’s something new.”

“You’re going out with a boy! On a date!”

You could hear your little sister laughing on a hallway and Ellie couldn’t help but crack a smile as well. They were all excited to see you go out with Dean, and to be honest, you were too. But knowing Dean’s reputation you always had this thought in the back of your mind, bugging you. You always thought that no matter what this couldn’t really be true.

“He’s a friend. It’s not a date,” you called back, fixing your dress, before stepping out of the room.

Your mum gasped and you saw tears forming in her eyes. Instead of rolling your eyes, you just smiled at her this time, letting her have this mument.

“You look beautiful,” she told you, pulling you in for a tight hug.

Just as she released you from her arms, finally allowing you to breathe, the doorbell rang. She smiled widely and hurried downstairs, your little sister following close behind. Meanwhile, Ellie smiled at you.

“Ready?” She asked, excited.

“Never been more,” you nodded, “I’ll just go grab my purse.”

She nodded and followed your mother while you jumped in your room just to grab your purse from the table.

Meanwhile, Dean nervously waited outside, unable to stay still. Michael next to him couldn’t help but smile. Just knowing that his favourite cousin could make a guy this nervous calmed him down. He knew Dean and most importantly, he knew that guys like Dean don’t get nervous unless something means a lot to them.

“Would you calm down?” Michael asked, chuckling, “It Y/N, you’ll be fine.”

Dean looked at Michael, “Easier said than done.”

The doors finally opened and your mum peaked out. She smiled at the boys, opening the door.

“Hey Michael,” she pecked her nephew’s cheek and then turned to Dean, “Hello Dean.”

As much as she wanted to put on her ‘strict mum’ face, she couldn’t help, but notice the nervous boy. He bit his lip, not even trying to steady his eyes on something.

“Hello ma'am,” Dean smiled at her, again glancing at the stairs.

Michael was already talking to Ellie, somehow making her laugh when you walked down the stair. Or more like ran down the stairs. You found your purse quickly, but then realized you forgot to save your essay and send it to your English teacher.

You tripped, almost falling not-so-elegantly. “Fuck,” you cursed under your breath, looking up at the people in the room, “I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”

Dean cracked a smile and slowly all of them relaxed. You smiled back at him and approached him.

“I hope they didn’t scare you,” you joked again, eyeing your mum who only kept smiling, because she knew what neither of you did in that mument.

Dean only dared to smile, not completely trusting his voice. He looked at you, feeling something he has never felt and it felt good. It felt right.

His smile only widened when he noticed you checking him out.

“Are you only going to stare at each other or can we go?” Ellie rudely interrupted you, making you both blush.

“Yeah…” Dean cleared his throat, “Let’s go.”

He said goodbye to your mother and sister, before walking out. Only then he dared to take your hand in his, leading you to his old Impala.

As soon as you arrived, Ellie and Michael hurried into the school’s gym while Dean stopped you.

“Is something wrong, Dean?” you asked, only then noticing how worried he looks.

He smiled and shook his head, his eyes settled on the floor, “I’m just glad you came with me.”

“So cheesy, Winchester. C’mon, let’s have fun,” a cheery voice came out and you fought the urge to giggle.

“Okay,” Dean breathed, feeling a weird lump in his stomach.

Once again, he tangled his fingers with yours, leading you inside to meet with the rest of the group.

The night started pretty good. Everyone seemed to have fun, talking and dancing. The music was for once good, teachers seemed to find an interesting topic to talk about and didn’t pay any attention to what was happening in big gym full of teenagers.

Benny snuck in some alcohol and you let yourself free, drinking a few glasses of whatever this was mixed with strawberry juice. Ellie was giggling to everything Michael said and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

You notice that Dean didn’t drink, but he was driving so you blamed it on that. He was kind of quiet all night, the grumpy expression on his face, but you pushed that in the back of your head.

“Oh, slow songs for couples!” Benny yelled a little too loud when Enrique’s ‘Hero’ came on.

“Dean now you can ask Y/N for a dance!” Drunk Castiel continued, taking another sip of whatever was in his glass, “C’mon, we all know that you have to!”

You giggled, blushing when all attention fell on you and Dean. You looked up to him and when your eyes met you noticed that he doesn’t seem really happy with this. Giggle died out and suddenly it didn’t seem as a good idea anymore.

Dean raised his eyebrows at you, making sure you knew that he’s only doing it because others told him to and when you nodded, he took your hand and dragged you away from his friends so you could dance in peace.

You linked your hands behind his neck and he put his on your hips. Even though you did move to the beat of music and anyone watching you would think that everything’s okay, it just didn’t feel right.

He was quiet, looking everywhere but at you.

“Can we go outside?” You leaned closer so he could hear you clearly, “I don’t feel well.”

He nodded and you followed him out, ignoring the questioning looks from your friends. As soon as you were outside, Dean started talking.

“Of course you don’t feel well. You drank too much alcohol for someone who has never had a drink in her life,” he told you clearly annoyed, “Just sit down and breathe, you’ll be fine.”

“Why would you think… Oh, of course!” you snapped at him. “You think that because I have good grades, because I am a good girl, I never had a drink? Here you go again with your stupid stereotypes!”

Dean’s eyes widened when he saw you act like that. It surely wasn’t what he expected.

“Just because I have high life goals and don’t want to screw my future, that doesn’t mean I was never drunk. At least I know how to have fun without alcohol, unlike you. God, I can’t stand you sometimes!”

You ran a hand through your hair, trying to keep the tears from falling, “You know, if you didn’t want to dance with me, you could just say it. I felt like fucking shit when you ignored me.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Dean yelled back, ignoring a few people outside that turned to you.

“Look. I know that this whole you being after me thing isn’t real, Dean,” you admitted.

All blood escaped from Dean’s face and for a second he felt like puking.

“I get that it was probably some kind of bet or whatever. I know that a guy like you never goes after a girl like me.”

Dean clenched his yaw, not quite believing his ears, “And you’re saying that because?”

“Because it’s never like that. I mean I know I’m hot and everything, but who am I kidding? I’m a geek and you go after easy girls. Easy catches. Not a nerdy girl who studies all the time.”

“You think all this was a bet?” He asked, ignoring the huge lump in his throat, “You seriously think that I’d go through all that only to win a bet? That I was nervous as fuck when I asked you out because I was scared I’ll lose the bet?”

“Well, you definitely didn’t seem happy when your friends ‘made’ you dance with me!” you yelled at him, looking deep into his eyes.

He ran a hand through his hair, “I can’t believe it.”

“Do you like me?” He asked out of the sudden, stepping closer. “And I mean it in an ‘I want to kiss you’ way, not in a friendly way.”

Hesitantly you nodded, now biting your lower lip, speechless for the first time.

“Then why can’t you trust me that there is no bet at all?”

“Because…” you tried to find a good answer, but it was like your brain refused to come up with an answer.

“Stupid stereotypes, huh? Damn you must really like me,” he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.

You knew he was right and you wanted to believe him more than anything.

“Do you like me?” you asked this time, daring to look him deep in the eyes.

“Do I… Yes, Y/N. I like you. Damn you’re fast,” he muttered, “Does it even matter? If you don’t trust me?”

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was all the frustration in you causing that you lifted yourself, pressing your lips on his.

Dean was surprised, but quickly leaned into a kiss, his hands on your hips bringing you closer to him. He moaned in your mouth when you pulled his hair and you smiled into a kiss.

“It matters too damn much,” you told him.

He stared at you for a mument longer before reuniting your lips.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

“You’re not bad yourself, mister,” you joked, pressing a quick kiss on his lips, “But we’ve got to get back inside.”

Dean whined, not wanting to let you go.

“C’mon baby. It’ll be fun,” you pushed yourself away from him and grabbed his hand to drag him behind you.

“I bet I can make being alone with you way more fun,” he smirked and rolled your eyes.


“Yeah, you told me what happened that night,” Ellie smirked, “But that’s not the reason you’re crying.”

“Would you just listen, please?” you sighed, “That’s not the whole story. It didn’t end there.”

She nodded, apologizing.

“So, what happened?”

I hope you liked it! Opinions? Part 7?

I Won’t Give Up

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I Won’t Give Up (Skeptics and True Believers pt 23)


Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,005

Warnings: language

Song: I Won’t Give Up - Jason Mraz

A/N: This is the final part you guys!!! It’s in Dean’s point of view. I’ll be posting the epilogue in the next couple of days after I have it written. Thank you all so much for your positive feed back and going on this wild journey with me. I never imagined this story to get so much attention! Thank you all, I love each and every of you so much!

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So I'm going to tell you a story

I am a nanny for an 11 year old girl and an 8 year old girl. They go to separate schools.
Well, every day I go to pick up the 8 year old from elementary school. I’ve been doing this for about 3 months now. Every SINGLE DAY I see these 2 little boys walking home. Every day one of them has his arm around the other, or they’re holding hands. Sometimes I catch them kissing one another on the cheek. I see them as I enter the parking lot and on my way out of the neighborhood on the way back to the little girls house.
I’ve seen them every day for 3 months. They look so happy. So finally today I asked Jaiden if she knew them. I pointed and I said “JJ, who are those little boys?” She told me this story:
“Oh! I never told you what happened!?” I told her no, she did not.
So she says
“That’s Aleck and James. They’re boyfriend and boyfriend. A lot of parents are mad about it”
I asked her how she felt she says
“What do you mean? They’re boyfriends and love each other. They do everything normal boyfriends do. They kiss and hold hands and they share their Oreos. I used to have a crush on James but he likes Aleck but we are still friends and sometimes they play tag with me at recess”
Just like that. Simple as that. From an 8yr old.
I asked her how old the boys are and she told me that Aleck is in 4th grade and James is in her grade.
I proceeded to then ask what she meant by the parents being upset.
She explained to me that some parents heard about the boys and said that it was unnatural, that they should be suspended or have different recesses and that their children shouldn’t have to see that stuff at school.
Most of the kids weren’t even phased.

So when you say “how will I explain homosexuality to my child?”
Maybe someone needs to explain it to you.


This Thursday’s Interview: Nigelmagee!

How did you get started handpoking? Did you work with machines initially, or are you strictly a handpoker?

I started handpoking when I was 21 years old, but I first heard about it when I saw the movie Memento as a kid. In the beginning I mainly tattooed a few friends and myself. Back in those early days we didn’t use tattoo needles, but sewing needles tied to pencils and non-toxic India ink (I would not recommend this now). About three years ago I began using tattoo needles and ink with fantastic results. I love the way handpoked tattoos look and I love giving handpoked tattoos, but I have nothing against gun tattoos; in fact I have plans to one day learn how to use a gun. For now I am happy to explore handpoking.

When I interviewed Eva C. Bryant she said you two were handpoking friends- how has that friendship influenced your learning and using this craft?

Eva showed me a whole other side to handpoking. I have never seen anyone poke as fast as she can! It is truly incredible. Before I met Eva, I had no idea how far handpoking could take a person and I am grateful for the tips she passed along and her influence.

Is your handpoking work a conscious movement away from or response to the patriarchy of shop culture?

I think handpoking is a part of the DIY movement that is spreading across the world, which I think is great! Everyone should get involved! This movement is about the rediscovery of crafts and trades. People are learning skills outside of academic institutions that not only bring them some income but self-discovery and networks of people they might not have known. I think that is a wonderful thing. However, by saying this I do not condemn or object to tattoo shops or other businesses. When I can I support friends or friends of friends who offer alternative services to mainstream businesses. Most of the people I know are students or work minimum wage jobs to pay the bills, so when you can get a deal on a hair cut or trade a hand poked tattoo to have your bike fixed, I think that is amazing. 

Do you find there to be an intimate or spiritual aspect to poking by hand?

Oh absolutely. When I am handpoking, much like when I am painting or drawing, I find myself in a meditative zone. I connect deeply with the process of handpoking because it clears my mind of any unwanted debris. I am a part of each poke, just as I am a part of every brushstroke of every painting or every mark of every drawing I have made. Handpoking is my work and I hold it close to my heart. Handpoking is indeed an intimate experience, just like getting a gun tattoo. Allowing someone you might not know to impose discomfort and pain upon you for an hour or two can be a pretty strange situation. I try to make the environment as light and casual as possible. I like chatting with people as well as getting lost in the meditative qualities of handpoking.  

What artistic influences inform your handpoking aesthetic? Can you talk a bit about the imagery that you are currently attracted to?

Right now my handpoking aesthetic is directly influenced by, and connected to my painting/drawing aesthetics. I am in love with the work of Aubrey Beardsley and Egon Schiele, both of their work is deeply embedded in me. I do tattoo drawings or ideas people bring to me, but with my personal work I am attracted to images from the occult, of women, of hair, animals, and hands. I pride myself on my fine, delicate lines, which have become a staple for my work.

If someone sees my work on your blog and wants to be tattooed by you, how can they contact you?

My contact info is Email: or phone (if they live in BC Canada or if not) 12507017942

Thanks for the great interview!

Regret Letting You Go - Leon

angel0sh said: Fiction Leon from SCM leaves mc for a goddess than regret it after she moved on with ziggy or Scorpio your choice :) I know I requested before but since you finished it and it was amazing <3 I want more :) your writing is really good.”

Requested: Yes

For: Anon

Smut: No

Y/N and Leon were once happy with their relationship. Leon would often tease Y/N but that’s part of who he is and Y/N knew that. Y/N knew everything about Leon, at least that’s what she thought.

Y/N was wrong when she thought she knew him because it never crossed her mind that he would leave her for another Goddess. Y/N admitted that the Goddess is gorgeous and would often compare herself. She thought that Leon is loyal enough but it looks like she was very wrong.

Y/N found Leon and the Goddess having a good time on the bed that they once shared. “What the fuck Leon!” Y/N was shaking in anger. “What? Can’t you see? You really are a stupid goldfish, I’m ending things between us. You’re very boring, I need some fun.” Y/N didn’t want to hear the rest and left the mansion with tears rolling down her face. The other Gods were confused and shocked to see Y/N run out but when they saw her face, they were hurt.

Even though Y/N doesn’t want to be anywhere around Leon or the other Goddess, she was still needed there. Three weeks before Leon broke things off between him and Y/N, Zyglavis found Leon and the Goddess making out in the backyard while he was going for a stroll. The other Gods were now aware of what happened between Y/N and Leon because the Goddess was often seen with him.

It sickens Zyglavis on how Leon just played with her feelings. Zyglavis made sure that Leon would never approach Y/N or hurt her ever again. The other Gods were mad at Leon for hurting Y/N but kept it cool so it won’t affect their work as much. They each wanted to make sure that it’ll still be normal around everyone. But there’s one person who did not like the current situation and that was Leon.

When the meeting ended Zyglavis and Y/N left together with smiles on their face. This shocked Leon because he’s never seen Zyglavis smile like that. Leon then remembered how he used to smile around Y/N. She has this ability to brighten someone’s day no matter how cold they may be.

Three months has passed since Zyglavis helped Y/N get over Leon. She was thankful that he stayed by her side through her most fragile days. Y/N and Zyglavis were now a couple. Thanks to Zyglavis, Y/N was able to become happy once again. “I really hope you won’t leave me as well.” Y/N said sadly.

Zyglavis lifted her chin up and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “I promise to never do such a thing to you Y/N.” He embraced her. Leon was hiding by the pillar and saw how happy Y/N was with Zyglavis. Leon envied Zyglavis that he’s able to make Y/N smile and laugh. It was something only he was able to do back then but now whenever she sees him, she’d frown at him. Leon couldn’t blame her for it, he dumped her for another Goddess and now he’s jealous.

Leon knew he’s at fault that he let Y/N go and it regret it very much. If he could turn back time, he would’ve never done it. Then Y/N and Leon would still be a happy couple. A tear slipped out of the corners of his eyes. “I’ve really done it this time huh Y/N. You’re no longer mine and you’re happy with him. I’m sorry for being an idiot Y/N.” Leon mumbled to himself as he walked away with tears rolling down his face. In this situation this was almost the same thing that happened when Y/N saw Leon with the Goddess. Now it was his turn to feel heartbroken to see the person he loves with another God.

anonymous asked:

some selfish part of me feels like elena chose Damon because she knew Stefan would still be there for her as a friend where as Damon wouldn't if she had chosen Stefan again and she still needed them both in her life

It’s funny because that would make sense in season 3 because in season 3 she discusses how she knew/felt like Stefan would never stop loving her and she’s agonizing over who to choose because she needs both of them in her life but if “I choose one I lose the other” and she feels guilty for stringing them both along but when it’s all said and done she risks losing Damon by choosing Stefan, she even tells Damon that she cares about him so she has to let him go. She risked Damon not being in her life because Stefan being in hers was more important. When Elena chooses Damon in season 4, it actually makes me laugh because her reasons for choosing him are all predicated on that what he made her feel because of the Sirebond.

Yes, you need to have feelings for a vampire before being Sired to one, I concede that Elena had feelings for Damon before, we all knew that, the point was it wasn’t enough to eclipse her love for Stefan. So she’s Sired to him and because she’s Sired to Damon, when she’s going through her transition to vampirism, he’s the only one who can actually calm her down full stop, because she’s Sired to him, she can’t feed on animal blood, she literally can’t even see if Stefan’s method works because it HAS to be what Damon said and the only one who can truly teach her how to feed from humans IS Damon; because she’s Sired, Elena suffers the Hunters Curse, the only one she will listen to is Damon. Elena is going half out of her mind with grief, she’s been starving, she’s killed someone, she feels guilty but Damon tells her that he’s never seen her “more alive” and suddenly, that’s the DE tagline, “You made me feel alive even in death” “you make me feel alive” he’s happy so she’s happy. The show can try to spin it any way they like but her feelings leading up to Damon being her choice are manipulated and manufactured, I mean this is what JP said about it:


SHINee gif reaction of them overhearing you talk on the phone about how happy you are to be with someone who doesn't take advantage of you req by anon!

Anon, because I don’t feel comfortable addressing situations like abusive relationships, this reaction is based more around Y/Ns ex-boyfriend dating them because Y/N was well off financially or had a high social status. Sorry, but thanks for the request!


Onew: *he exits a room near the back of your apartment and hears you moving around in the kitchen* *pauses in the door when he hears you on the phone*

Y/N: *holding your phone to your ear with your shoulder as you cook* I’ve never been so happy in a relationship, Y/F/N. Not asking for money or invitations to parties - damn, just thinking about how he used me really pisses me off…and after I told him I loved him, too…

Onew: *ducks out before he’s seen* Did her ex really do that? No wonder she hates talking about him…

Originally posted by twinklestar46

*but then he starts to think*

Onew: She said she’s never been as happy as she is now…

Originally posted by jinkis-sarang


Jonghyun: *he’s dozing on the couch, head in your lap when your phone rings and you answer it, speaking softly.*

Y/N: Has he really been asking for my number? Tsk. After I loved him for three years, all he really wanted was the social status marrying me could have given him - excuse me, marrying into my family could have given him. I don’t even understand why he thought twenty year old me would even want to get married! Just keep telling him we’re not in contact, please? Screw that - tell him that I found someone who really loves me, like he never could. Maybe if he realizes that I found someone I could see myself settling down with, he’ll back off. *sigh* I’ll talk to you later, yeah. Bye.

Jonghyun: *rolling so that he’s looking up at a surprised you* Why didn’t you tell me about him?

Originally posted by ilovebumkey

Y/N: Jesus! You were awake?

Jonghyun: *doesn’t answer, but something suddenly hits him* Settle down?

Y/N: *blushing* Shut up. 

(Hey guys - let’s start a petition to bring back Ring Ding Dong era hair, OK?)


Key: *arrives back to the dorm from a schedule, knowing you’ll be waiting* *opens door and immediately hears you speaking on the phone with someone*

Y/N: Yes, umma, I’m going to bring him around as soon as he’s got a few days free from work…I know you’re worried, umma, but he’s not Y/EX/N. He doesn’t want me because I own a successful business - he wants me because I’m me; he really does. I love him.

Key: *got concerned when he heard about your EX, but your last few sentences…* Well. I guess I need to take some time off, don’t I?

Originally posted by strensh


Minho: *the two of you are watching a movie at your apartment, and he gets up to make popcorn when you pause the movie to answer your phone - when he comes back, he pauses because he can tell you’re crying*

Y/N: I can’t believe you called me after a year. Do you really think I want anything to do with you? You dated me up until you met someone more suitable at a party I worked my ass of for my uncle’s business getting tickets for - and you broke up with me in the middle of it and left with her less than five minutes later? Why would I want you back at all, when all you’ve done is hurt me?

Minho: *thinking* Her ex?  (ft. Key, who can be ignored right now)

Originally posted by keyvictim

Y/N: You know what? Screw you - the relationship I’m in now has made me feel more loved than one that lasted four years with you did! He cares about me more deeply than you ever could, you - you - you! *you violently yank your phone away from your ear and throw it, and it hits the wall so hard that when it falls you can see cracks spider-webbing across the screen as it cuts off*

Minho: *puts popcorn down and walks over, lowering himself to the couch beside you and pulling you into his arms, kissing the top of your head* I love you, you know that?


Taemin: *the two are you are going out on a date, and he runs back into the dorm to grab his wallet - when he comes out, you’re talking on your phone*

Y/N: I know you haven’t met him yet, but…he’s the most loving, warmhearted, adorable person in the world - you can see how much he cares about people just by watching him when he looks at them. He has a few close friends who are older than he is - he looks at them with so much adoration and respect you’d mistake them for his brothers.

Taemin: *internally* Is she…talking about me?

Y/N: Y/F/N, I know you’re worried about me, but the happiness I thought I felt with that leech of an idiot I was with before has nothing on the happiness I feel now. I’m sure that, when you meet him, you’ll see what I mean.

Taemin: *internally* So she’s happy being with me? I wish she could have said it to me instead, but…

Originally posted by kristinakai


Hope you enjoy! 

~Admin R

New Challenges part 30

I felt like postponing this, because I just don’t want to say goodbye yet, but this is it… the last chapter… I’m not crying, I’m really not… *loud sniffing*… Thank you for sticking with me for 30 chapters! Leave me a message, you beautiful idiots :)

Everyone followed them to Hannah’s place. This needed to be celebrated.

As soon as she got home, Hannah put Alex on the ground, “Go on baby, now you can put on your onesie.”

Alex cheered and ran to her room.

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Irony (Chapter 2)

Gray is not ready to let his daughter start dating. Natsu, however, is more than ready to let his son.

“Oh, Natsu, welcome,” Juvia walked into the living room carrying Ur on her hip. The sight before her was not an ordinary one, nor was it expected. Natsu was pacing around in circles, trying his best to remain calm, and Lucy was clinging on to her husband’s arm, trying to get him to sit down. Gray, sitting in an armchair next to the fireplace, was very confused.

“Hi, Juvia,” Lucy said almost apologetically.

“What’s going on?” She asked, sitting down in the chair next to Gray’s. The ice mage reached over and picked up his son.

“Dada!” The boy said, throwing his arms around him. Gray smiled.

“They just came in here saying they needed to tell us something, but then Natsu had a breakdown.” Gray answered Juvia’s question. The rain woman sighed and leaned back in her chair, trying to relax.

“I know how he feels,” Juvia laughed, “I feel like I’m being pulled in a thousand directions; Azur is at a friend’s house, Gwen’s having a crisis, and this one,”—she pointed at the toddler, who was tugging at Gray’s hair—“is crying whenever I try and change him.”

Natsu was just about to say something as he paced, but Lucy grabbed his arm before he got the chance.

“Natsu, I am pregnant and you are annoying me. Sit. Down. Right. Now. And. Talk. To. Gray.” Lucy snapped, yanking him down by his ear. The Salamander sighed and looked at Gray dead in the face.

“Natsu has something to tell you.” Lucy said.

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This is going to be a long, long post. Brace yourself. Especially if you are one of the “Remilie” people.

I have recently found this little disgusting microcosm on Tumblr. I am a friend of Emilie’s and I was appalled by the tabloid crap I am reading as a fact. So I decided to approach the main culprit of this “Remilie Forever” blog and give them my TRUE confession… Here is that text verbatim, below…

“Hi, I’m the last anon who said she had a big confession for you. You probably won’t print it, but I have other blogs I can send it to, as well. So I’m giving you the first chance:

I doubt you will publish this, but you should if you actually have any care about the truth of this situation. I know Emilie personally. I have been her friend for many years. There is nothing going on between her and Robert. You publish these tales from people who have no proof of anything. In this age of cell phones, you don’t find it somewhat suspicious that not a single person has actual proof of anything? Like they saw the whole cast of Once in a bar and decided not to ask for a picture? They saw Emilie and Robert at dinner together holding hands? "I live in Vancouver” “I work on the set”… No you don’t. You or other anons make up shit based on the tiny amount of information you actually know (or think you know). The only photo you have of them not on set or at a work event is the one from SDCC 2014. Confessors claim that they were out together scandalously… I know for a fact that they were out with Roberts whole family and with Eric. I know this because I met up with Em&Eric after they hung out with Robert and his family. They said they had a great time, and Emilie said Eric and Robert spent most of dinner talking about films and traveling, and both sets of people got along really well. If you geniuses actually looked closely, you can see one of Roberts kids in those pictures. Sorry to burst your bubble, but don’t claim bullshit when you can’t back it up with anything. Other than that, is there any other proof anywhere to even prove that they even hang out with each other outside of work or work events? I don’t think so. Emilie is a goof. She smiles and laughs a lot, especially when working or in highly social situations with lots of people. Which is when you see her with Robert in pictures. I don’t know Robert or his family so I can’t claim to know anything about his situation. Never met them. I do know Em loves working with him and appreciates him as a friend. She also loves his wife and his kids. But they aren’t ridiculously close or anything. They’re co-workers and friends, and she has never said a word to me about anything beyond that. I’ve only met Eric a few times, so I can’t say much about him personally, other than he treats her really well and I haven’t seen her this happy in years. He seems like a really nice guy from my limited time with him. All this stuff on Tumblr (mainly from you Remilie people) about him being a liar and being shitty, or whatever… It’s crap. You’re all just jealous of Eric and Roberts wife because it ruins your silly fantasy. Why not just keep it a fantasy and “ship” their characters and not them? Because there’s nothing to actually “ship.” Emilie doesn’t know I am writing this. She does know that these rumors exist- people have sent stuff to her on Twitter about it. She got really pissed about it because she respects Robert and his family, and obviously loves Eric. (this is when Eric wrote something about it- maybe a month or two ago). You all should know you are hurting at least one, if not both, of the people you claim to love and want to be happy. It’s hard as a friend and someone who actually knows the truth, to look for my friends name on Tumblr, and have it come up with a bunch of lies and crap. So unless you have actual proof of something, it’s pretty obvious these “confessors” are completely full of crap. I wanted to blow the lid off the SDCC pictures you all adore and you think prove something, because you deserve to have your fantasy stomped on when you try to make it sound like these stories are true. These are happy people in committed relationships- and a lot of your readers unfortunately believe this crap you are publishing to be true. Maybe they’ll see this and actually consider the facts. If you have the guts to publish it. Bye Felicia.“

I received a response this morning from these delightfully destructive people…

"Hi.Indeed, you’re right about one point : we will not publish the lovely weave of agression you’ve sent to us. As you said, this is the internet : you are probably not who you say you are. Prove it. Prove your identity, dear. Post pictures of yourself and Emilie if you know her. You claim to have talked to her, to Eric, etc. Well, for me, right now, it’s all blah blah blah from a random person somewhere in the world. What you say, of course, contradicts directly what people we know in Vancouver say. And between people we know and trust and a person who claim to know things, well, I know who I listen to. Feel free to contact whoever you want to get published. To their eyes, you’ll have the same dubious nature than what you think of our anons. Claiming without proving, no matter which side you take, is the same. You’re no better than your opinion of our anons. We verify what we get before posting something, by the way, not that you care, of course. Nor do we care what you believe. Cheers,The RF Team.”

So… Not only did they admit that their confessors are full of crap because they have  no proof- and essentially labeled themselves as the hypocrites they are… They also refused to post the e-mail I sent them because it doesn’t follow their stupid agenda of lies. They framed themselves as un-trustworthy. In their words: “Claiming without proving, no matter which side you take, is the same.” Remember that.

So I decided to try a little experiment… Since, after all… these people claim to do such extensive and thorough verifications… They would never publish something that wasn’t TRUE, right?? Because claiming without proving is the same, right??  So I sent them the following post that you may have already seen on their site today… It is a COMPLETE FABRICATION. Emilie isn’t even in Vancouver. But these people posted it RIGHT AWAY- NO QUESTIONS ASKED…

Now you may be saying to yourself… “How do I know you wrote that?” Well… Do yourself a favor and look at the first and last word of every sentence… Which spells out:


Game. Set. Match.

So… Whether or not you believe my initial part of the post, or believe I am a friend of Emilie’s (which, by the way… I AM)… You can stand firm in the fact that it has now been completely PROVEN that the Remilie Blog and the “Confessions” you read on it… are nothing but convoluted crap posted by hypocritical people. If you’re really being honest with yourself… See that. See that you are buying into crap, and that you have no real proof… except for the proof you have now that the site you worship is total CRAP! And if you reblogged it, tweeted it, believed it… You’re guilty, too. Think about it. Think about it long and hard. What is wrong with just being a fan of these people? “Shipping” their characters? Hell… even saying “aren’t they cute the way they answered a question…” But spreading lies and crap like they are the total gospel of truth?? That they are adulterers and you worship that?? Root for that?? Want that so badly you make up lies and tell them to gullible people?? NO. NO.

I’m sick of seeing my friend and her friend and their families and significant others being dragged through the mud because YOU have a stupid fetish fantasy. These are real people… and I am THAT friend that sees it and will make my voice heard. Try me again.


The Truth Team