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Drunken Love (Remus Lupin x Reader)

a/n: hello! this wasn’t requested, i’m just very bored and in the mood to write and so this happened. im remus TRASH and it’s obvious in this. but hey! my first piece of writing on this blog! wow! anyways, enjoy!!

WORD COUNT: 1,506 (damn i got hella carried away yikes)

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Y/N rolled over in bed, the curtains closed and the noticeable absence of her dorm-mate’s quiet breathing slightly unsettling. She never quite fancied staying in the castle for winter hols, but Sirius and James had practically begged her to.

Y/N reached out and pulled back the curtains, and, noting the lack of light in the room, she assumed it must have still been the middle of the night. Her brow furrowed.

Strange. She normally slept like a hippogriff, undisturbed.

Y/N sat up, running a hand through her hair as she looked out of the frost covered window. It was still nighttime, the moon hanging high in the sky and illuminating her half of the room.

A groan from the other side of Y/N’s bed had her scrambling for her wand, flailing in her blankets wildly. She turned, wand pointed and the beginning of a stunner on her lips as she lay tangled in her sheets.

Instead of the intruder she suspected, Y/N found the slumped, lanky form of Remus Lupin on her dorm room floor. Well, now she knew that the disturbance that woke her was just Remus falling over. Classy.

Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing that he, Sirius, James, and Peter had almost definitely delved into Sirius’ firewhiskey stash. A quick tempus charm told Y/N that it was 3AM.
Sighing, Y/N threw her covers off and climbed out of the warm safety of her bed. A shiver caused goosebumps to rise over her skin as her feet touched the cold floor and her bare legs were exposed to the frigid air. Y/N waved her wand at the fireplace, sighing in relief as the flames began to dance.

Y/N knelt next to Remus’ half-conscious form, an eyebrow raised in bemusement. She placed a hand between Remus’ shoulder blades, shaking him gently.

“Remus. Your room is across the commonroom. How did you even get up here? Did James charm the stairs again?”

Remus’ eyes opened groggily, a lazy but elated smile spreading across his scarred face when his eyes met hers. “Y/N! Perfect, you are just the bird I wanted to see!”

Remus rose to his knees, his lanky form now taller than Y/N’s although he was hunched over. Y/N snorted at his antics, knowing he was slammed just by the fact that he had called her a ‘bird’.

“Is that right? And why’s that, then, Moony?”

Remus began to shake is head, groaning in a way a child would when denied sweets; head thrown back, whining tone, pouted lips. It took all Y/N had not to laugh.

“Noo! Don’t call me Moony, call me Remus. I love it when you call me Remus, I love hearing you say my name. It’s always ‘Moony, this’ and ‘Moony, that.’ Call me Remus. Please.”

Y/N’s heart leapt in her chest, her face heating up as a blush crawled up her neck and to her face.

“Well, Remus, why did you need to stumble into my room at 3AM, hammered off your arse?”

Remus nodded, his face set in an adorably determined grimace.

“Yes. Right. Well, you see, I had very much to drink. Definitely more than I should have. Prongs and Pads are very persuasive.”

Y/N grinned, still having to hold him steady so he didn’t fall over. “Yes, I can see that.”

Remus shushed her, placing his finger firmly over her lips.
“Shusshhh. Padfoot is right, I’ll never get this out if I’m not pissed.”

Y/N looked annoyed at being shushed, but moved his hand away from her mouth and nodded for him to continue. Remus took a deep breath, nodding as he prepared himself.

“Right. Okay. Here goes. So, thing is, I love you. I am so utterly and completely smitten with you, Y/N, it’s sad. And a tad creepy.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, and she opened her mouth, but Remus continued before she could get a word in.

“A-And I’m terrified. As much as I am in love with you utterly and completely, I am fucking horrified with myself. Because you are everything that I do not deserve. You’re beautiful, and pure, and kind, and talented and y-you always smell so nice! A-And I’m damaged, and a dangerous, awful, scarred, lonely monster.”

Y/N was trying in vain to stop tears from gathering in her eyes as Remus spoke, this past year of awkward silences when they were left alone and his coldness when they did talk suddenly making more sense than it had since the wedge between them was stuck.

He was terrified.

Before Y/N could tearfully and firmly remind him that he was most definitely not a monster, Remus had pulled her to his chest and was holding her there tightly as he spoke directly next to her ear.

“You are everything that I could never deserve, but I could never look you in the eye again if I let you go. I don’t deserve you and I could never offer you anything, but every time I try to force those to be my reasons to let you go, I find more and more reasons to hold you close to me and never, ever let go.”

Remus took a deep, shuddering breath. The sweet, overwhelmingly calming scent of Y/N enveloped him and gave him the courage to continue.

“Your smile, your eyes, the way you stick your tongue out when you concentrate and the way you never let me forget that I’m not alone. You found out what I am and you’ve never judged me or even pitied me. I am absolutely terrified and disgusted with myself, but I love you. And I’m so sorry that I’ve been avoiding you, and in the morning, when I’m moping about because of this, you can feel free to smack me. Or kiss me. Preferably the latter.”

Y/N laughed tearfully into Remus’ chest, pulling away from him slightly. She took his face in both of her hands, smiling through the tears that ran down her cheeks.

“I-I love you too, you idiot. You’re not a monster, and you deserve more than this world could ever offer you. You’re such a dolt, you know that? Letting this go on for a whole bloody year.”

Remus reached up without a thought and wiped her tears away as she spoke, his heart soaring.

He cleared his throat, his eyes burning with tears. “Anyways, that’s what I wanted to say. And I can guarantee that I’ll remember this tomorrow. And I won’t be too pleased with myself. So please, smack some sense into me, for the love of Merlin’s ballsack.”

Y/N nodded, her thumb rubbing circles over Remus’ cheekbone, the scar across it causing the skin beneath the pad of her finger to be rough.

“I will. You can bet your drunk arse that I will smack you so hard that you’ll see Circe herself if you try to run from this.”

Remus nodded, his eyes beginning to droop as he tried to stand.

“Good. That’s good. Now, love, would you mind helping me to my dorm? I might fall down the stairs…”

Y/N laughed, wiping her eyes. “Of course, Rem. C'mon.”

Although Remus had a solid foot on her short stature, Y/N wrapped her arm around his waist and let him hunch over her stout form.

They slowly but surely made it to his dorm, after the stairs of the girls’ dorm turned into a slide when they stepped onto them. James’ charm had worn off and scared them both half to death, Remus’ rather feminine shriek echoing in the empty common room.

The other boys were in various states of dress, passed out in awkward angles across their beds. Sirius in particular was hanging half off his bed, a half-full bottle of Ogden’s still in his hand.

Y/N laughed softly as she looked around the dorm, Remus falling into his bed as soon as it was in his sights. Y/N helped him into his pyjamas and kissed his forehead, turning to leave although she knew she wouldn’t find sleep again.

Before she could get too far from his bed, Remus grabbed Y/N’s hand and gently pulled her back. He brought her open hand to his lips, kissing the palm of her hand tenderly.

“I meant every word, Y/N. I may be completely pissed, but those words have been floating in my head since first term of our fourth year. I love you.”

Y/N smiled, trying not to cry again. “I know. I’ll see you in the morning, I’ll be here with a sober-up potion and we’ll head down to breakfast. I won’t even give you the chance to avoid me, you arse.”

Y/N rejoiced in the sound of Remus’ raspy laugh as she turned and walked toward the door, turning just before she left. “And, I love you too. Remember that tomorrow, if not anything else. Goodnight, Remus.”

Riverdale Should Not Have Won

Okay I’m freaking sorry.. okay wait, actually I’m not.
Pretty Little Liars literally lost out to so many categories, that it deserved to win.. to freaking RIVERDALE.
Like you have got to be kidding me! Freaking it loses Choice TV Drama Show, Choice TV Ship, and Choice Drama TV Actor.
Choice Drama Show should have definitely gone to PLL! PLL was so hyped up this season, since it its last, so I don’t even know how Riverdale won!

Choice TV Ship, should have gone to Emison. Literally so many voted for it, and its from PLL, so it got so much coverage this season!! Also, it is the most popular ship in the running and has much better development and progression then Bughead. I literally don’t know anyone who doesn’t support Emison. Also, Bughead? Really? The ship with ZERO chemistry? Wow.. nice going, TCA. Also I am beyond shocked it won against Stydia, from Teen Wolf, which is also a huge ship. Same goes for Bellarke, from The 100 and Malec from Shadowhunters.

Choice Drama TV Actor.. holy fuck, this one pissed me off. I like Cole Sprouse.. but Ian Harding is a ten times better actor, and plus he is so freaking popular too, and wins almost every year. He is also from PLL.. so he got a ton of coverage!!

Choice Breakout TV Star.. again Lili didn’t deserve this. Millie Bobbie Brown from Stranger Things, did. She is a much better actress and is so much more talented than Lili, despite being younger. Also Stranger Things is WAY more popular than Riverdale.. #rigged

Choice Scene Stealer.. this one I’m kind of okay with, because I really like Camila Mendes, but I mean come on.. Colin O'Donoghue deserved to win! Not only is he a better actor, but he is super popular with the OUAT family, and on Tumblr as well.. so idfk how that happened.

The only one I am okay with Riverdale winning was Choice TV Hissy Fit for Mads.. , because she really did throw a damn good hissy fit!!! Also, I’m not too bothered that Camila Mendes won for Scene Stealer, because she did steal the show! Her character and her beauty, slayed my entire existence. Also I’m okay with Riverdale winning Choice TV breakout show, because it did deserve that. I always give credit where credit is due. Also the TCA broadcast (in fine print) literally reads that the producers reserve the right to choose the winners. So people that think Riverdale won, because it is such an iconic show. Think again. It won because the CW/Riverdale payed them off.

Just gonna reupload her alone to my pony blog for discussion sake.

THIS IS BLUE MOON, she is very pretty. She has a mom bat pony and a dad unicorn? My vague idea for her parents. I think she probably has a twin brother or even older sibling - undecided.

I was really just super craving one of those old school ponies that had the beautiful sleeve like cutie marks/patterns on their back legs and bodies. So I decided to try designing one myself! She came out darker than I intended but I love it too much to change her now.

I’m still not set in stone over exactly who she is. I typically do need more celebrity ponies so I’m guessing maybe I’ll have her be a model? I am tempted to make her a popstar for Poppy and Tang to fawn over though. lol Maybe she has her own private villa in Cloverly? I’m not entirely sure yet. I know I just don’t want to go the too-easy gardening route with her. I think I def want to work on her talent being gorgeous and helping bring out that inner beauty in other ponies she works with as well. Hm hm.

In which Caitlin muses on fandom, real life, and the strange parallel existence of a pen name.

Here’s a really important thing I don’t fully understand yet, but I’m trying hard to figure out:

In a very real way, I– that is to say, the person you know as Caitlin–don’t exist outside of Sherlock.

I mean, yeah. I’m Cait. That’s me. Simple, right? Except, that’s not who I am in the actual physical real world. She’s a part of me, but actually really split off from the rest of my life. She’s much more outgoing and social and, yes, much more talented than I am. She’s the better parts of my personality and all of my moderate writing talent.

With all that said, it’s not just an online life. She spills over into the real world. My fan friends all call me Cait. I order my Starbucks drinks under that name. People I have shared drinks and beds and secrets with probably couldn’t even tell you my IRL name. My best friend’s kids call me Aunt Cait.

(None of this is particularly healthy. I never claimed to have a stable sense of self.)

So what happened was this: When S4 came along, and demolished (gleefully, vindictively, cruelly demolished) everything I thought I knew and understood about this fictional universe, I was left without this shared reality to keep her existence and mine together simultaneously.

I sincerely and truthfully did not know how to continue existing as Cait. 

I hit a hard wall, guys. and for a long time, it just seemed too high and too daunting to ever get over. I couldn’t even think about Sherlock and John, or look at pictures of them, or think about all the hopes we collectively had that were dashed against the bricks of…whatever the fuck that was, without finding myself in tears.

So I tried to move on, because… what else does one do? The real world, as crappy as it is, still demands bills to be paid and groceries to be bought and children and spouses to be loved and cared for properly. 

So I did. Like we all did, I tried my best to put my life back together into something like it used to be. Before all this madness sucked me in and literally made me into a different person.

But you know what? As much as I will tell you I’m not actually Caitlin Fairchild, the thing is…I am. This persona is also part of who I really am. I mean, duh. Obviously. 

But it took me awhile to figure that out, and a little longer to figure out that I really, really, *really* miss being her. 

Becoming Cait has brought so much to my life, and she really led me to a place where I saw how much more there is for me to do and see and say and be in this world. She brought me friends and fun and creativity and love and opened horizons I never even considered.

I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose that amazing creativity, that fun, that companionship. I don’t want to lose what we built, here, together. Not without a hell of a fight.

So. Here I am. 

And I gotta tell you, jeez, I don’t even know who I am anymore. I really don’t. But I do know this: there’s just not enough love and joy in the world, and I am not willing to just throw it all away without even trying to get some of it back. My “real” life is good, but this life is something incredibly special, and I’m not letting it go without at least trying to find some of those beautiful things again.

I can’t make any promises. I still don’t know if I can climb over the wall. But I’ve decided to stop bashing my head against the bricks, and instead I’m gonna try going down the road a bit and seeing if I can find a door instead. 

No promises, but I think it could be a really interesting adventure. Care to walk a while with me?

Okay, so obviously I saw Dear Evan Hansen and now I’m going to tell you all about it, because several people have asked.

So the show started at 7, but we went down the the theatre at about 5:30. We waited around until the security came and started forming the line. They opened the doors and sent us inside, so we could stand in line again. It was a little weird, but we were first in line so it was okay. Eventually a guy opened the door and let us in, and my sister and I just sprinted up the stairs. We got to our seats and sat down, and we were the first people in there and it was pretty weird to see the theatre completly empty.

We went to buy merch, but the lady at the merch cart couldn’t get the lock undone. She was pretty young and really sweet. My sister actually opened the lock for her xD. It was pretty funny. We saved the merch stand. Then obviously we waited for a while for the show to start and I was just shaking the whole time. Eventually the “silent your cellphones” thing went off and my sister grabbed my hand and we saw Ben come out and obviously then the show started and I was shaking and my sister and I were crushing each other’s hands the entire time and I was just completely enthralled with this show. I made some notes during intermission about the first act:

So at the beginning when Connor gets up and leaves the table, he doesn’t have a backpack like he did in the boot. Maybe the chair falling was a problem. Also, why don’t I have a professional recording of Mike Faist saying “FUCK YOU”

Connor’s face when Cynthia says he’s not high XD. Oh Michael.

“Am I not laughing hard enough for you?” Was like almost seductive? 😄 And then Jared looked legitimately terrified and almost tripped over Evan trying to get away.


I know other people talk about this a lot but hot damn when Mike goes “I rub my nipples and start moaning with delight” is quite possibly the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s hard to focus on all three boys at once but 👌

Will like leaped onto the stage when he went “HOLY SHIT” and it was adorable.

So during Requiem, all three Murphys are holding paper and Cynthia just holds it, Larry folds it up and puts it in his pocket, and Zoe crumples it up. Idk I just liked that a lot.

So you can see some of Connor’s room via projection and there is a no smoking sign and a hand giving you the finger on the wall. We also have matching Camelback water bottles.

Ben crying on the floor was just…omg he was just. I could go on for hours about Ben I’m not even kidding every bit of praise for this boy is deserved one hundred percent.

Ben and Laura’s riffs in If I Could Tell Her. Like it was a riffing party y'all.

Cynthia sobbing into Connor’s pillow during Requiem had me shookethened

Mike nearly ran into the screen during Sincerely Me when get goes “WELL ANYWAY!!”

BEN’S SEAT WAS SUPER POOFED in the scene with For Forever. Like the other three chairs were normal but Evan’s had a GIANT pillow on it.

I’m surprised they didn’t have to mop the floor between acts. Y'all talk about Fankhauser’s spit but damn Platt.

I never once doubted Michael Park’s talent, but…but like words can not describe how insanely talented this man is. When he sings 💜💚💜💚

That was just the first act. I have a lot of feelings about the second as well, obviously Ben SLAYED Words Fail and Rachel was just 😍😭😍😭😍 but also:

Props to Will and Kristolyn for carrying those background vocals. Like 500/10. Damn.

Connor standing there during Words Fail was heartbreaking

The Murphys during Words Fail were heartbreaking

People laughed randomly during To Break In A Glove and it wasn’t even at funny bits?!

The “Let’s throw a kegger” scene was so funny y'all have no idea.

The second half is a little blurry b/c I didn’t immediately write everything down but those are the parts I really remember well.

Overall:

Connor is a bouncy boy. He bounces a lot. And his hair is so floofed. So pretty too. XD

Jared’s laughs make my life. Cleared my skin.

Ben Platt is just…I can’t. Give the boy a Tony. Also Give Mike a Tony. Please. His micro expressions and just the little things he does make his Connor believable at the beginning, and make Not-Connor a very interesting character to observe.

Also give Michael Park some awards please. Like damn.

Rachel Bay Jones is not only the sweetest person alive she is also a ridiculously talented woman and I feel bettered as a person for having seen her.

Jennifer Laura Thompson has the ability to make me feel everything Cynthia felt and I’m just shook.

I HAVEN’T TALKED ABOUT LAURA DREYFUSS YET. OMG I am so blessed rn. I’ve never been a big Zoe fan until tonight. She made me understand every bit of that character and things I’ve felt like are missing make a lot more sense now. And her face during Words Fail was just killing me. Every bit of her performance was amazing.

Kristolyn Lloyd deserves SO MUCH MORE than she gets. I love her and want to hug her.

Will. FREAkING. Roland. We all know I am the #1 Will Roland fan, and tonight just made it a thousand times worst. Like he is such a great actor and It’s so disappointing that he doesn’t get appreciated like he should. He is so much more than the Jokes Boy™. I would die for him. We made a solid five seconds of eye contact during the end of You Will Be Found. The whole You Will Roland Be Found thing is true. I was found by Will Roland.


Okay, so after the show we headed straight to the stagedoor(obviously after curtain call, which I already made a comment about earlier)and right as we got there Michael Lee Brown was walking away and I said “Hi Michael!” And he turned and waved as he walked away from the theatre. He is a beautiful boy. We waited for a bit before Michael Park came out. We were right by the door, and Michael went all the way to the other end and came back. I already posted about what he said to us, but it was really sweet that he took the time to talk to us and acknowledge our attire.

Then it started raining. We waited around for a bit in the rain, chatting with the girl that stood next to us. She had been seeing a lot of shows and was telling us about meeting some other Broadway stars. She was very nice. We then heard some screaming across the street and I was like “IS IT COREY!” and it was Corey!! So we ran across(my show was untied and I almost slipped on the wet street) the street to the Jacob’s and stood there waiting for him. My youngest sister saved our spot since she didn’t know who Corey was. She also kept my Playbill.

As we waited for Corey Rachel came out, but like we met Corey, and talked for a second and then got back right as Rachel got to our spot so it all worked out.

Like I said, Corey was really sweet and got excited to sign my Newsies bag and then took pictures with my sister and I. We were standing at the opening for min to leave (Laura and Corey both had cars waiting for them) so he walked around the cars with us and told us to be careful crossing the street.

Then Rachel was really nice again. She was telling us about how it’s a lot of work doing 8 shows a week, but it’s very rewarding and she is glad to do it.

A few minutes later they informed us that no one else was coming out so we headed back to our hotel, it was still raining, so I wasn’t surprised that they didn’t come out.

Sorry this is so long but I can’t put a cut because I’m on mobile.

Kesha deserves so much more praise and respect than Taylor Swift.

actionsthenakedfeminist You don’t need to pit them against each other. They’re both so talented

xloveswift They both deserve so much respect stop

I never said she didn’t deserve respect, but people put her on such a high pedestal. I’m not pitting them against each other, they are certainly talented and successful women, I just think Kesha has done a lot more to speak out for feminism, and just seems like a much kinder, pleasant person.

Taylor is pretty, and talented, but I don’t get the same fight and passion about female rights as say, Kesha or Nicki Minaj. I don’t feel like Taylor has respect for a lot of other women. She has so many followers, but doesn’t really help share important messages, I think she just plays the part of ‘good girl’. I personally think they deserve a hell of a lot more respect than the amount that Taylor gets.

I am a fan of none of these women. I do not listen to their music, so my opinion isn’t really biased per say, it’s more of an observation of their actions over the years…

anonymous asked:

Hi! I've seen you've been reading a lot of fanfictions and I'm just new here. Would you mind recommending me some good writers? And also, do you write or do you have plans to? Thank you!

Sure, I would love to. :)

@inktae - If you haven’t come across Mari’s blog or writings yet, please be informed that she’s our resident angst writer. Just go and read everything in her masterlist with a roll of tissue by your side. She never disappoints and I think everyone will agree with me on that. I have no more words. 

@lthyl - Her masterlist is a variety of au!s sprinkled with so much sin, so please binge read her works. My favorite work of her is Pandora even if it’s not yet out. :D

@1honeypot - READ! HER! WRITINGS! She will have you crying with laughter for a minute and crying with heartache the next, but everything is worthwhile. Her masterlist is more worthy than anything on the romcom rack of your local DVD rental store.

@blushoseoks Have you seen Grey Area around here on tumblr? Please tell me you did. Emna is a very talented writer and mind you she’s just 17(I’m jealous in a good way lol). I am 10 000% sure you’ll fall in love with her writing style. 

@wonderer-ru Go check her writings! She recently had this drabble game which is very cute and don’t forget to read this. You’ll have a lot of fun reading her works too.

Now on the sinning department and A+ smut, I wholeheartedly recommend you everything (again) in the masterlists of the ff: 

@jeonjagiya @btssmutgalore @avveh and of course @ellieljade (Mr.Min is a very good read tho you need to prepare lots of glue sticks to piece back your heart after chapter 3) 


If you happen to run out of fics to read, just go and indulge on their fic rec pages by navigating on their blogs. Thank you for trusting my taste and asking this anon. Have fun! 

fucshias  asked:

who do u love. tell me abt these people I want to know them

black hair. speaks both german and french. hates math. my mother. bad 80’s dancing. architect. my confidant. my best friend. loves home renovation shows. symmetry freak. took a 10 year break from her career to raise me. designs cupboards for a living. dyes her hair. goes to pilates. worries about ageing. will buy me anything i ask for. let me drop out of school. cats eyes. likes bradley cooper. perfectionist. listens to led zeppelin and acdc and u2. the only person in the world i truly trust.

short. athletic. crooked nose. loves math. my father. loves science. doesn’t understand me. hellishly stubborn. got in a biking accident that knocked both his front teeth out. i cried for a week. travels a lot. rational. sends me links to articles that i don’t read. listens to cat stevens and abba and norah jones. sensitive. loves his kids.

misogynistic. antagonising. my brother. the funniest person i know. tall. gorgeous. plays three sports. could pass all his exams with his eyes shut. can read people like a book but does not give two fucks about them. taught me how to skip. doesn’t eat his vegetables. i mistake him for my father sometimes and it scares me. good with kids. makes fun of me. comes into my bedroom at 3am to talk about his feelings. screamed when his pink debit card came in the mail. doesn’t read. stubborn. good hair. loves me.

annoyingly smart. hard worker. worries almost as much as i do. my brother. short, but getting taller every day. the baby of the family. prodigal son. doesn’t understand me. charming and kind. hates tall buildings. still has nightmares. could be anything he wanted to be when he grows up. great with kids. insensitive. hilarious. doesn’t know his own strength. i would do anything for him.

short. long blonde hair. cornflower blue eyes. freckles. my best friend. no-one ever gets her goddamn name right. loves her cat. funny. needs to trust herself. great sense of fashion. looks good in everything. looks like she just walked out of a german fairytale. once danced with me to classical music in a packed cinema before the lights went down. deserves so much. the most beautiful girl i will ever know. is moving away this month. i don’t know how i’ll live without her. i don’t think i can live without her.

tall. really tall. freckles. eyes that switch between green and blue. my best friend. booming, infectious laugh. smiles like a thousand-watt lightbulb. hates her name. photographer. artsy. innocent. the only regret i ever have is not being friends with her sooner. lovely. is so goddamn lovely i can’t stand it. trusts me. looks good in scarves. likes greek mythology. i have not been to her house in the six years i have known her. loves remus lupin. can quote the hunger games bad lip reading video back to front. so many inside jokes. beautiful.

short. freckles. bright blue eyes. dark brown hair. my best friend. english accent that doesn’t shake. beautiful. an oddity. loves her dog. has never had a proper birthday party. good at makeup. unfathomably polite. accommodating. loves raw chocolate. giggles a lot. gets into laughing fits. watches the walking dead. would die for karl grimes. listens to angry screamo music. i will never understand why.

short. loves henry cheng. bilingual. james potter hair. glasses. so smart. funny. thinks the best of people. dedicated. needs to get more than 5 hours sleep. loves her little sister. arty. doesn’t shut up about the foxhole court. understands me. loves remus lupin almost as much as i love sirius black. doesn’t cut her fingernails because she plays guitar. the biggest heart of anyone i know.

tanned. poised gait. long limbs. smile that lights up a room. cute laugh. so gorgeous it squeezes my heart. listens to me. knows that i am capable of hating people and loves me anyway. you would never guess that she is hurting. positive. smart. is loved so much it could fill a room. elegant hands. the most beautiful voice.

tall. so talented but she doesn’t know it. gorgeous. lively. makes me smile when no-one else can. my happy place. understands people implicitly and it annoys me. makes me feel so light and unburdened. cannot go more than a week without talking to her. lion hair. will not let the ham thing go. would die for donna tartt and jo march. watches a lot of period dramas. has made me 10 times happier since the day i met her. i will never deserve her. i will never stop trying to deserve her.

gorgeous. cheeky grin. beautiful lips. nice hair. would die for buffy summers. bi as fuck. funny. makes me feel so supported and understood. loves me. so much. is sick and i never want her to be sick again because god she does not deserve to be sick and if i could reach inside her heart and take away all the black stuff i could but i can’t and it hurts me every single day and i will never ask but i will never stop trying. giggly. idiosyncratic. i will love her every day for the rest of my life and it will still not be enough.

anonymous asked:

Cordelia is what Subaki wishes he was, and why Severa/Selena has an inferiority complex. A paragon who performs exceedingly well in everything she does while making it all seem trivial, and at the same time seeming oblivious her perfection.

This ask bugged me at first and it took me several minutes to understand why. This is entirely true.

I’m very glad Tsubaki is not like Cordelia though. Tsubaki is great because he is both a perfectionist and someone who messes up. These two traits together make for an interesting (but painful) state of mind.

I know Cordelia is very well-liked in the fandom but I never really understood why. She is beautiful, strong and perfect. But what are her flaws? A bit ill-tempered (supports with Virion), a lack of self-esteem, a tendency to be a workaholic and to push herself to the point of exhaustion (supports with Libra and Lon'qu). I don’t want to question the love she gets from many players, I just personally find her a bit bland and not very interesting.

Meanwhile, what do we know about Tsubaki? His perfectionism doesn’t come from the fact he is a natural born genius like Cordelia, but because this is his legacy as his family served the royal family for generations. Perfection is a family tradition. We can easily assume his parents put great pressure on him, so he grew up conditioned to achieve perfection in all that he does. But he messes up. And he is unable to forgive himself for this. Then he goes all self-reproach on himself, saying he commited an “offence”. The fact that he DOES mess up regularly and that it puts him in such a state of distress makes me wonder if he doesn’t suffer from atelophobia (the fear of being imperfect).

Tsubaki is one hell of a painful character. He has/wants to be perfect, but he is very clearly not, and he is aware of it. He seems to do everything effortlessly, but he doesn’t: he hides the fact that he has to work his ass off to get results. He can’t and never will be perfect, but he was conditioned to pretend to be. THIS MAN IS FULL OF FLAWS, and his main flaw is to HIDE THEM.

He is not humble like Cordelia is, not a prodigy like she is. Both of them can’t stand the idea of being “average”, but, where Cordelia hates being called a prodigy while she IS able to do most things effortlessly, Tsubaki loves when people are impressed by his achievements because he is NOT a prodigy: it takes him an incredible amount of work/efforts to do it. I am not saying Cordelia does EVERYTHING effortlessly, but it is implied she has a great facility/natural talent in most things, while Tsubaki just… doesn’t.

This is why he looks so distressed at the end of Caeldori’s paralogue. Pretty much like Cordelia, she seems to be a natural prodigy (though she is much more flawed than her, which also makes her more interesting/lovable in my opinion), and he KNOWS he’ll have to work his ass off EVEN MORE if he wants to keep up. And he feels like he HAS to keep up, not only because of his upbringing, but because she is his DAUGHTER: he is supposed to be someone she’ll look up to, someone who will inspire her. Therefore she cannot become better than him. The fact that he thought of a plan to have Caeldori want Kamui as her mentor tells a lot about how he can’t deal with the pressure/fear that she’ll eventually realize he is not perfect, that he is, in fact, a “fraud”.

Wow, that was unnecessarily long… ^^’

Rhetorical Ink Reviews: “Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales”

**SEA-WORTHY SPOILERS AHEAD**

So, to preface this review, I have always been a HUGE Pirates of the Caribbean fan; the first film came out almost 15 YEARS ago (if you can believe it), and my friends and I were hooked on it from the get-go! I know a lot of people have distaste for Dead Man’s Chest and At World’s End, but I honestly am okay with both of these movies.

I’m eventually going to do a video response related to this, but I did not like On Stranger Tides, so I was leery of going into this movie…so, I didn’t spoil myself very much at all with this film. That said, there are things to like about this movie, and a lot I am frustrated with. These are…

MY TOP TEN THOUGHTS ON
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES:

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10. I am okay with the start of the film setting up Henry Turner’s character. He’s sweet, inquisitive, and has studied various curses of the sea his whole life. It makes a lot of sense, given his father’s curse to stay away for ten years at a time. His character is determined but kindhearted and the set up of him meeting his father at the beginning sets up his motivation and helps to establish his character…it perhaps doesn’t help that he looks and acts similar to Orlando Bloom SO much, but then again, like father, like son

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9. I am also very much on board with Carina’s character set up as well! She is smart, talented, and crafty. I like the angle that she is an astronomer and a woman of science – the idea of pairing her with a man that has grown up surrounded by the supernatural was one that I thought was a great choice. I actually liked her character a bit more than Kiera Knightley’s Elizabeth Swan; I just wish we’d had more development of her in the movie.

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8. The villain, Captain Salazar, both worked and didn’t work for me. The CGI hair was something I really didn’t like in the first trailer…it looked like it was almost “unfinished” or something experimental with 3D. However, the CGI did end up growing on me, the designs and sharks are so intricate and interesting. And at times, Salazar’s character makes a lot of sense and works as a revenge story (which I will talk about below).

At times, though, Salazar, played by Javier Borden, is hard to understand…his accent, while being menacing, is also hard to understand in the final battle, which just makes his character seem more odd in those final scenes. Overall, he’s an okay villain, but I felt nearly everything about him was too rushed and not fleshed out, like Davy Jones was for example.

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7. Okay, so as I mentioned above, when Salazar is given time to tell his backstory, the flashback works pretty well. I am NOT a fan of the CGI “time travel” face makeup they’ve been apply to actors and actresses (a la Princess Leia, Grand Moth Tarkin, Ego…), but  man, it’s probably at its best here with “young Jack.” The voice doesn’t quite match up, but is it sad that I want movies of “young Jack’s” adventures now? That flashback worked pretty well for me.

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6. What doesn’t quite work is the pacing of the story. ESPECIALLY the third act. Once we get to where Carina is leading us to the map, the story rushes SO MUCH. Part of what I like about the other Pirates of the Caribbean films is that the movie takes its time to set up the lore; it goes slowly in creating the mythos around the supernatural that it all leads to a good payoff.

Here? We get the island of the trident, the actual getting of the trident, a final….”battle?”, a death of a character, AND a resolution all in what is basically twenty minutes of a two and a half hour film. Why did they have to rush this? They are obviously setting up for another film, so why not pull a “Dead Man’s Chest” and end with them hitting the island? Then, pick up the next film with Carina, Barbossa, and Jack on the island while poor Henry is stuck with Salazar’s crew…you could set it up, spend a little more time letting us get to know the new characters, and then have a film after this that goes into the mythos more and explores the “possession” of Henry a little more too…I just think they had so much POTENTIAL here and it felt wasted.

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5. Jack, at times, is himself and pulls off a good performance. When he’s more serious, it’s like we’re back in the early 2000′s, having a great ol’ time with the Captain…but especially in the beginning, he’s a little “too” Mad Hatter/ Willy Wonka in his performance and just seems….”off.” Maybe the divorce he was going through had something to do with it. It is good to see Gibbs back in this movie; Gibbs is one of those characters that never ages and always is fun to have in these movies…he’s the ultimate side character of the series! Well, almost the ultimate side character. That role mainly belongs to….

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4. And yes, we have Barbossa’s character…end. I was a little bummed about that at first, because it’s Barbossa! How could we lose this titular character? And then, I got angry, because of how rushed everything with him was. We are led to believe from the getgo that Carina has “daddy issues” and wants to locate her father; lo and behold, Barbossa lets it slip to Jack that HE is her actual father…it’s a small sea after all!

That wouldn’t have bothered me if it hadn’t been so forced and obvious…Carina even looks a lot like Geoffrey Rush in the eyes. I guess that the relationship ends up okay with me; there’s even a touching moment when she realizes that he’s her father, and I was genuinely on board with it. The “tattoo moment” honestly was sweet, and Geoffrey Rush sells it for me.

But then they just HAVE to kill him off…and I’m going to be honest, Barbossa swinging in on that anchor almost made me laugh out loud…as in a Darth Vader saying “Noooooooo!” laugh out loud. It just looked ridiculous. Points to the film for emotionally investing me later on in that scene with Barbossa and Carina, but you really didn’t “have” to kill him off, especially after he just learned about his only child! Ah well, I think Geoffrey Rush was like Harrison Ford and said, “Please kill me off this franchise!” Which is sad, because he’s been such a great part of it and it’ll lose something without him…

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3. Unlike Geoffrey Rush, though, Orlando Bloom and Kiera Knightley have BARELY aged…well, Orlando has aged, but we use cool CGI barnacles to mask all that, you know. Still, they are finally reunited at the end of the film, and it did feel good as a fan to see them together again, though again, some more set up for the payoff would have made it sweeter. Damn, Henry, you got some good genes, though.

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Originally posted by mrsemmajones

2. There is so much visually that is great to look at; the “Island of Poseidon” is simply gorgeous and the underwater scene was breathtaking…it’s just all SO rushed that you have no real time to enjoy it. I really wish this had been two films so we could have had more character development, more set up of the plot…it’s so exposition heavy at times that you just end up checking your phone, wondering when the next scene is. And who wants to do that in a Pirates movie?! The sad thing is it’s not as long as other Pirates of the Caribbean films, which makes me wonder all the more why we didn’t just expand more in places and leave more to a later film…maybe I need to do a video to explain my thoughts.

Originally posted by depplicious

1. Overall, I left the movie conflicted. The 10-years-ago me would have probably loved this movie, because I would have gone home and instantly wanted to write fan fictions about what I just saw. And there’s a large part of me that still wants to do that to add on to what I thought was missing…but still, there is a part of me that wanted this movie to do things more focused, to set things up with more care to lead to a better payoff.

Is this movie better than On Stranger Tides? Yes. Absolutely!

Does it capture the magic of the first or the wild fun of the other two? Not exactly, which perhaps is my biggest problem with it.

If we do end up with more Pirates movies, PLEASE Disney, take your time, craft a fun, adventurous story, and don’t be afraid to take risks…as long as you own them.

anonymous asked:

Maybe you feel insecure and harry wants to make it better, make you feel loved

Awww. I don’t like it when someone feels insecure, I know that every person deals with it but always remember, don’t care about who loves you and all. Your first priority should always be to love yourself. Call it selfishness but once you fall in love with yourself, you’ll see the beauty of this world. P.S. you can always count on me if you need a friend to talk.

The sky was covered with grey clouds. There were no colors seen around. You peeked out of the window and saw the empty streets of London. It wasn’t a good day for you.

Today, you just weren’t feeling like yourself. It felt like the bubble you lived in was popped. Your inner self felt more depressed and down. When you woke up in the morning, you didn’t know the day will turn out like this for you. Until you turned up at your work and was greeted by a new colleague who apparently took the position of manger that you’ve been working so hard for.

Her name was Rebecca. She was beautiful with such smart and confident personality. The self-confident in herself reflected that it was so much easy for her to get this position. But you too had the same. You were smart, had good self-esteem and were loved by all as well. But that time, all of your confident tumbled down and piled up.

Collecting all of your emotions, you told you boss how suddenly you started feeling sick and drove back to your house. 

Tears welled up in your eyes as you thought about all the hard work you did. Even after such effort, the post was gone. Your promotion was gone. You had loans to pay and needed an increment in your salary but now it all was gone.

You walked up to your room and stood in front of the mirror. You mind was flooding with all the possibilities that could make the opportunity slip through your hands like sand. Maybe it was because Rebecca was much prettier and smarter than you or maybe it was her charm that’d attract lot of customers. Maybe it was her tall height that made you look so inferior in front of her.

Fat tears rolled down your cheek, you started feeling the hatred towards yourself. You felt unworthy. Useless. Your mind started chanting the word failure.

With a loud sob you fell to your knees letting all the emotions out. You never were an insecure person but something about this situation made you feel insecure. And soon you heard the front door open. He was home.

“Baby? Oh god. Wha’s wrong?” Harry said as he hand hurried to you and gathered the petite trembling body of yours in his arms. With his chin rested on your head he rubbed your back trying to calm you. You wrapped your arms around him and cried in his chest. Hi soothing scent made you cry more.

“shhh sweetie. Le’ it all. It’be okay. I’m here yeah?” Harry said as he carried you to bed. He set you on the soft mattress and cupped you face in his hands. Brushing the hair off your face he kissed you forehead softly. Soon with his loving gestures, your cries slowed down.

“Tell meh wha’ made my baby cry?” Harry asked pulling you to his chest and pecking your head time to time.

“I-I am so wor-worthless. “ you cried. Harry felt his heart clenching with such words.

“Hey wha’ are you saying? Yeh are no’ worthless. Getting meh?” He said rather softly.

“I am. I am of no use! “ you exclaimed. Harry pulled away and looked at you curiously. Thing he does when he senses something wrong.

“Wha’ is it?” He asked. And you knew there’s no point of keeping it from him.

“Today at work I-I saw this girl named Rebecca sitting at managers place.” you said as once again tears filled your eyes. Harry’s jaw dropped as soon as the words hit his brain.

“Wha’??!?!? How?!? Yeh were working fo’ it! Yeh deserve i’ baby! That is no’ fair!” Harry exclaimed. He had the same expression on his face like you had but he was more like furious.

“I mean i know i worked so hard and then suddenly seeing it all taken away hurt me. Is it because she’s much prettier and gorgeous than me, or because she has much confident? I am such a failure H “ you cried out hugging Harry.

“oh baby. No it’s no’ that. Yeh have no idea how much beautiful yeh are. Yeh’re the reason I open my eyes in the morning. Yeh’re so  talented baby. She go’ in the pants of yeh boss. I know yeh deserve this. And yeh’re no failure sweetheart. Jus’ because of yeh I’ve gained so much of confident. Yeh made meh love myself baby. Jus’ because of you I gained that ‘don’ care’confident. And i know it sound cliche bu’ yeh inspire meh baby” Harry said. You pulled away to look at him. He had so much of sincerity on his face. He always had the right words to say.

“y-you i mean really? You stuttered trying to absorb the confident you started gaining all of a sudden.

“Yes boo.” He said kissing your nose. Without any a-do you had your lips on his kissing him. You wanted to make him feel the love he gives you. So much of positivity he had in himself that made you fall for him everyday, every minute, every second.

“okay okay. Enough of tears. Now time for some loving.” Harry announced as he showed how much love he had for you.

i am honestly so so overjoyed that issa rae went from a youtube series that never got as much attention as it should’ve to a hit on friggin HBO. i can’t imagine the hurdles and the double, triple, quadruple amount of work that she had to put in compared to others to get her stories out there even though she’s 100x more talented and funnier than these mediocre comedians getting bare air time. 

Sad Days || Riverdale Preferences

Archie Andrews:

“Oh baby,” You reached towards your trembling red-headed companion with trembling hands, desperate to pull him flush against your palpitating chest. “You don’t need to stop crying.” You would coo softly, your small, delicate hands venturing to his ginger locks. “It’s okay to cry,” You would attempt to cease his constant mantra. A small sigh would emit from your lips, your arms creating a cage against his large form. “He’s going to be okay.” You persuaded the singer, your own tears creating a waterfall that proceeded to cascade down your cheeks. The scarlet drops of blood clung to the interwoven fabric of your pearly white blouse, his oh-so-famous varsity jacket now sporting a new color. You held him taught against your chest, swaying slightly. “Don’t stop crying.” Now shaking yourself, the two of you sank down to the hardwood floors of his small room. “Don’t stop..” You sobbed, your mascara staining your porcelain cheeks as your full eyelashes fluttered against them. “Don’t stop..”


Jughead Jones:

You never really were one to cry. Your mother and father had constantly drilled into your head that it was never okay to cry; never okay to express your emotions. As your (e/c) eyes fluttered open to reveal the raven-haired male in front of you, it was too much. Death was inevitable, and you were completely aware of that, but you did not imagine it would come as quickly as it did. Jason Blossom, your best friend of 6 years, had departed from the world. The scenes of the convicted murder churned inside your head, and how it broke your heart in two. Jughead reached towards you carefully, his long fingers locking themselves around your wrist in an attempt to pull you against his firm chest. “(Y/N)…” His feeble attempt proved worthy as you did not try and pull away from his soft grip. Your shoe-clad feet shuffled against the wooden floors, a single tear escaping its prison. Your eyelashes brushed up against your freckled cheek as you closed your (e/c) eyes, and you felt the small tear make a path. You hugged Jughead, sobbing into his chest. He was gone. 


Betty Cooper:

A war continued to ravage inside your abdomen, and your short arms wound themselves around your stomach. Your parents were not home, nor were they going to be anytime soon. You longed to call the blondie who lived only a few houses down, as she was your faithful companion and knew exactly what you were going through. However, you decided against it and ignored the sounds coming from your phone. Of course, you decided to watch the Notebook on this day, and you decided nothing was going to stop you. Mother Nature obviously took this as a sign, and it took its toll on your out-of-control hormones. “Why did she have to forget? It isn’t fair!” You sobbed, clutching your favorite childhood memento to your chest. There was a loud knock on your wooden front door, and you let out an unsatisfactory moan. However, the youngest Cooper was aware of where your family hid the key and entered the household. She was concerned! You didn’t answer any of her texts, and ignored her calls! When she entered your room, it was a sob fest. She shook her head, knowing of your situation, and pulled you against her chest. “I know it’s not fair. But they’re together. It’s okay..” Her soft words lulled you into a dream filled sleep. She was perfect.


Veronica Lodge:

After the Chuck incident, it was really too much for the sassy girl. Her father was in jail, her mother was using her name in ways she should not have been, and now, she was being used by a filthy male. Her name was forever etched into the shameful book, a worthless number accompanying it. Of course, she got back at him, he deserved it! All of them did! However, the brave girl broke down. Her defensive shield that held witty comebacks, sarcastic responses, and sassy remarks was crumbling, and it was just too much. The raven-haired girl stood in front of the mirror, her hands desperately trying to rid of the shedding tears. “Why am I so ugly?” She murmured, the spiteful words burning. You, of course, heard them and rushed in. When her shield was down, you, of course, had to put yours up. You pulled the sophomore into your awaiting arms and combed your fingers through her tamed hair. “You’re so much more than  you believe, V.” You tried to convince her. “Veronica, you’re just going through a rough patch. You’re such a talented, gorgeous girl and I’m lucky to call you my girlfriend. Chuck was an ass, don’t let him know you’re hurt. Let him know you’re strong.”


Cheryl Blossom:

A friend may last a while, but a sibling will last for life. A twin will last forever. Or so that is what Cheryl thought. Her twin brother was now existing somewhere else while Cheryl was left behind to deal with the crude comments in which the world threw at her. Her brother was her other half, and now, at the moment, she was cracking in half. It was so hard, everything hurt all the time. “Just make it stop…please make it stop. It hurts!” She cried, her perfect face crumbling as she sobbed, her strong demeanor following suit. Your small hands desperately grasped her tear-stained face. “Hey. Hey. Look at me.” You attempted, using the soft pads of your thumbs to wipe away the flowing tears. “I know it hurts baby. It’s going to..” You cooed softly, pressing your lips to her forehead. “He’s gone, and now you have to avenge him. You are Cheryl Blossom! You can do anything..”

Prompt: mukuro meets komaru in towa city post dr if

A/N Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely love the power tandem of Touko/Komaru in dr:ae and how they conquered their own weaknesses. But I’m also curious as to how it would play out if Mukuro had been there instead. If you want a naekusaba version or aftermath then you can request it as a prompt but anyways, moving on.

Mukuro meets Chisa post DR IF

What IF Mukuro met Komaru in Towa City? - post dr if

Komaru just wanted to get out of her apartment but she was having regrets given the state of the outside world.

Just as soon as she broke free from her entrapment, a whole new nightmare welcomed her. Monokuma robots ravaged the city and slaughtered people wherever she went. Her legs kicked as she tried to run away from it all. Her eyes frantically searched for a safe hiding place but all she saw were corpses or people just about to be shredded into lifeless bodies. If she screamed, she couldn’t tell since her ears were already filled with the guttural shrieks of dying people. Even her own instincts screamed at her as she tried to save herself.

But what hope did she have against a slaughtering machine?

“Get away from me!” She yelled even though she knew it was useless talking to these things. Her whole frame trembled at her impending death as she was now surrounded by a whole flock of them. “Break!” She shouted as she shot one after another but where one fell, five more sprung in place from behind. She was overpowered. “No way…” She breathed and she could almost taste the despair in her mouth.

For such an ordinary girl, it seemed unfitting that she’d die by an extraordinary death. Slaughter was never fair.

The hoards closed in on her and she held onto her megaphone with a deathly grip. Tears streamed through her eyes and she furiously wiped them away for fear of her shots missing. They were close enough to lunge at her now and there was no way for her to clear a path for escape. So this was it then, she terrifyingly concluded. She braced herself for what she imagined to be excruciating pain that would last too long before she’d eventually die.

Except rather than pain, an explosion filled her hearing.

Then another. And another. A chain of explosions.

Cautiously, she opened her eyes and saw the hoards of monokumas thinning with every explosion. Something blurred flitted her vision too fast as it skidded around her and left a wake of bursting machines. It all happened too fast for her to comprehend what was happening. And just as soon as it started, it was over. All of the monokumas had fallen and all that was left standing was just her and her mysterious savior. A rather familiar figure in her eyes.

“Junko Enoshima?” Komaru asked uncertainly.

“Actually, it’s Mukuro Ikusaba.” She corrected her as she momentarily took off her wig.

“Mukuro?” She repeated. Her mind nagged her to recall where she had come across that name. Eventually, her eyes widened at the realization. “Mukuro as in big bro Makoto’s classmate?”

She nodded in confirmation and then fixed her wig again. One quick scan over Komaru told her that she was fine, at least physically, for them to continue. “Let’s go. It’s not safe to be out.”

“What’s happening? And what’s with the wig? What’s going on?” Komaru sputtered. Her mind was still racing from all that has happened.

Mukuro calmly regarded her. “Can you fight?”

Komaru blinked as her mind shut down on her. She was quiet for a suspiciously long while but it looked more like a consequence of shock. Her eyes searched Mukuro’s to find a sign of something only to confirm that she was serious. Komaru on the other hand was absolutely terrified at the prospect. She had just narrowly escaped death and this person was asking her for the impossible.

“You saw how I was. I was fighting for my life there! And losing!” She bit her lip from saying how she would have lost her life if Mukuro hadn’t intervened. “I’m just an ordinary girl. You fought way better than I could even dream of.”

She frowned. “It’s unfair to compare to me. I’m the SHSL Soldier.”

Oh, Komaru thought. Now she remembered. She knew her brother got into Hope’s Peak Academy where only the talented could attend but sometimes she forgot that despite her brother’s averageness, he got in through a lottery. So that meant that all of his classmates were crazy talented including Mukuro. She wondered if any of her brother’s luck had passed on to her given how time her assistance arrived.

“Then why are you asking me if I could fight when clearly you’re more fit for the job?” She questioned her.

“Because fighting and protecting are two different things.” Mukuro looked down, refusing to meet her eyes. “As much of a great fighter I am, I still can’t guarantee that I can protect you at all times. I’m more used to working alone so I’ll be leaving your side to attack more  often than not.”

Komaru felt her heart rate rising. She interpreted her words as her leaving and it scared her to the point of tears. She couldn’t handle being left unguarded at such crisis. “But I’m no fighter either. I can’t do anything that amazing or dangerous. I’m sorry.” She shakily admitted in between her sobs. “I’m sorry. I’m useless.”

Mukuro willed herself not to run away at the sight of her breaking down. She drew in a breath and carefully composed her words. “You’re right. Maybe that was wrong of me to push my expectations on you.” Her hand wanted to reach out to comfort her but she drew it into a tight fist instead. She couldn’t do it. She didn’t know how to do comfort anyways. “He’s better than me at this.” She muttered to herself and Komaru had a hunch that she wasn’t supposed to hear that.

Mukuro’s head snapped up and looked at her head on as she declared in a louder voice, “But I don’t think you’re useless at all.”

“What are you talking about? I’m practically deadweight. Just admit it, I’m useless.” Komaru retorted dejectedly.

“You’ve got that wrong.” She tentatively objected. “Let me rephrase my question earlier.” She took a deep breath and focused. Her gaze was unflinching and commanding. “Can you defend?”

“Defend?” She questioned, unsure where she was going with this.

She nodded. “Rather than fight, I need you to be capable to defend.” She paused for her to absorb that and then continued, “You don’t need to put yourself at the front and into the danger. All I’m asking is for you to defend yourself if ever anything gets past by me.”

“And what about you? Don’t you need me to cover for you too?” She hesitantly asked.

Mukuro smirked. “You saw how I fought, ya? I can handle myself just fine.”

The unexpected sass seemed to snap Komaru out of her frightened state. “Well at least one of us is confident.” She joked and for the first time since they met, a smile broke free on her face. “Thanks, Mukuro. I kind of forgot to thank you for saving my life back there.”

“Don’t mention it. I should have been here sooner anyways.” She informed her. “I’m part of the rescue group for the hostages held in the building that you were in.”

“Hostages? You mean it wasn’t just me trapped in an apartment?” She felt her stomach flip at that.

“No, there were others.” She shook her head. “And of course, something just had to happen on the day we pick you up. We should have known better that she would pull off something like this.”

“She? Who’s she?” Komaru asked, confused at the new pieces of information being casually dropped everywhere.

“It’s a long story.” She brushed her inquiries. “Let’s have your brother tell you the rest when you meet him.”

“My brother?” And then she suddenly remembers with full clarity that she hadn’t seen her brother in so long. “Makoto! Oh my gosh, is he okay? Is he here too? Oh, no I don’t think he’ll survive on his own out here. We gotta get to him fast!”

“Calm down. That’s where we’re going anyways.” Mukuro said and even gently patted Komaru’s head in an effort to soothe her. Her obvious concern was reminiscent of her brother’s. She smiled faintly. “He’s worried about you too. And you can tell him that you’re fine when we meet up with him.”

“Alright, that sounds like a great plan.” Komaru beamed at her, already building confidence.

“More like a promise I plan to keep.” Mukuro murmured to herself out of earshot as she recalled promising something similar to Makoto. With renewed conviction, she lead the way. “Let’s go, Komaru. Stay on guard.”

Komaru just wanted to get out of her apartment and coincidentally, Mukuro just wanted her to be safe. The city had transformed into a war zone as the two fought their way out of it.

Because if there was a way out then they were going to find it together.

* FANFIC * ANNOUNCEMENT *

Originally posted by n-wordbelike

Hi everyone! 

Today is normally Nessian sneak peek day. Unfortunately, I am dying of major food poisoning (I blame two men, Dave and Buster–bastards). I tried to continue writing but it honestly was absolute shit. I don’t want to release something that I can’t stand by or that makes me feel even more self conscious than I already am. 

I’m working on it and will try my hardest to bust it out by this Saturday. :)

SO…FOR THE GOOD NEWS…

Originally posted by parks-and-procrastination

I’m working with my mermate, Hannah @wrydtoyourmother . She is so fabulous and talented, it makes my heart swell with love every time I read her writing/edits. I know this will make her cringe…she loves compliments SO much. haha. 

…Coming Soon…

*The Shadows of Spring*

Elriel, Elucien and a story line that is tearing our hearts apart. We’re crying…all the time. Release dates/Sneak peeks are coming soon. :):)  

Originally posted by nikkiiklebold

‘KAY so ??? i legit revamped dick less than a week ago && i already have??? a little over one hundred followers?? && it makes me so so happy people enjoy my portrayal && wish to interact with me?? i know i more than likely play dick different than canon– but i’m ecstatic that people enjoy him && write !!! with me!! ! ! thank you for putting up with me this far && thank you !! for treating me so nice.

@snappedwings / @boywebbed // xania is the reason i am sane && literally one of the best people i have ever met. so bL E S S ED to have met her &&  s he’s so talented && filled with so much passion for her characters && full of fire for what she believes in. she’s a strong person && deserves happiness && so much more than what life’s brought her so far. but i’m so hopeful things will !!! get better for her && just !! send her lots of love.

            @asterbatics / @mangledgrin / @bassboot / @titerra / @futuresuper / @gothamdad / @wayneserved / @falsegcd / @actiondefined / @seeksbats / @gothamcartel / @greaselungs / @fatherbat / @triggeritch / @qdir / @vcspertiilio / @deathrisen / @korianisms / @solarborne / @orderlymiind / @warbind / @hedrcwned / @hoodedmenace / @waynemother / @stoletires / @nightspride / @aduain / @batisms / @playsvulgar / @suckerpnch / @gottagcfast / @dclfini / @atlantisking / @atlantislad / @boydetextive

i apologize if i missed anyone !! if i realize i have , i’ll come back && add you. thank you !! so much.

500 Followers

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

*crosses legs, takes glass of wine*

I just…cannot believe that already 500 of you have decided to follow me. I feel so honored and emotional about this, and I really want to take the time to thank each and every one of you for being here. Some of us have not spoke, some of us speak everyday, but regardless of our communication level I appreciate, and adore, every single one of you. 

I spent most of today thinking about doing something special for this, because I can’t even believe that it’s happened so quickly. On the way home, I decided to do a small follow forever because, without you guys, I’d literally not be doing this. So, as a thank you, here is a tiny follow forever to highlight some of the most special people and friends I’ve made during my short time here. 

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anonymous asked:

List ten people you like (on Tumblr) and tell us why!

Okay,I will do it :)

@ask-bendyboo
Mord has a strong personality (I think) She may be harsh,but without being rude and she is super nice. This is why I like her so much (And I like her characters,which I draw more often than my own characters,but I really enjoy drawing them,and I love her art and she gives me so much ideas) I would like to know more about her.

@myst-shine
Mystic makes me laugh when I feel bad. She is funny,nice,awesome,cool and very talented. She inspires me with her art and her personality and I don’t know what I would do if I haven’t met her on Tumblr.

@shinymew503
My little girl!!!!!!!X3 she is so cute,super nice,awesome and very talented. I am so proud of her and very happy that I met her on Tumblr. I hope she will keep being herself and don’t change.

@icypoof
One of the nicest persons I know. It is so much fun to talk to her and her art is absolutely awesome X3 She can do things on her mobile which I don’t know how it works (I think she knows what I mean XD) Stay yourself,Icy

@ask-sensitive-bendy
Fox helps me a lot,she is so nice,awesome,talented and she may not know,but she is stronger than she thinks she is,I believe in her.Stay awesome and strong Fox,I really believe in you

@delicatewizardstranger
He is a great friend,nice,talented (he started drawing last year) awesome and my Senpai. I also love his sense of humor (wow,I didn’t say much because I don’t know what I should say,I have too much to say)

@ask-felix-the-cat
One of the coolest persons I met! I like her art style,her personality,she is super nice,talented and one of my Senpai!

@finfileors
Fin-Senpai!!!! I was really excited when I saw that she follows me and I love that she calls me “Jess” (like @starlumen does) She is super nice and when I am down,she tries making me feel better. Stay awesome Senpai X3

@cutepanda000
She is also very very cute,and she draws amazing. I admire her a lot and she is a super good friend.

@liljujuchan
It is so much fun to talk to her,she is so cool,talented and nice. Her sense of humor is great and she understands me (with so e things) I hope she will keep being like this,no matter what others say to her


I wish I could tag more T^T
And I have way more people I like,but I only should tag ten people,so I only listed ten people I like (…sorry…)

A/N In a less tragic world where “What if Naegi met Kamukura” and “What if Naegi met Nanami” then there’s the inevitable au where all three met and we could have avoided the despair arc. It’s longer than usual, oops.

First(?) Meeting - wherein naegi introduces kamukura to nanami

The three of them wasn’t supposed to meet, not yet, but as luck would have it, this was an unexpected surprise.

Naegi had met Kamukura and Nanami separately and as far as he knew, they had nothing to do with each other. Well that assumption was mostly supported by the fact that Kamukura was apparently a school secret that he wasn’t even supposed to know in the first place. That was a shock to learn the first time and he didn’t know how to react to that. It concerned him on how Kamukura was being treated, locked up and all, but his friend didn’t seem to be bothered at all. It might have helped that he was always sneaking out. He had the habit of hanging out with Naegi unannounced and that was an adventure in itself. And judging by the ghosts of a smirk he’d see every now and then, it seemed that Kamukura was having fun despite his usual nonchalant demeanor.

On the other hand, there was Nanami whom he met up with like clockwork. During lunch break or after class, sometimes both, but always with prior notice. They never discussed the underlying reason for punctuality but they agreed to give a heads up before meeting or when they couldn’t come. He didn’t want to pry too much not when she would let out a relieved smile every time they met up. They’d play for a long while just until the last groups of students passed by them and then they’d promise to meet again. Contrary to her lonesome expression when he first met her, Nanami was starting to look better. She always did have more fun with someone to play with together.

It never occured to him that he should let these two meet.

That wasn’t quite right. Maybe he had imagined it in passing but he never gave it too much thought. Between them and his boisterous classmates, he was too busy having fun and making memories that he hardly had the time to think too much. Besides, Nanami and him were already planning on having their classes meet so he already had much on his plate. He figured he’d invite Kamukura to watch over the inevitable chaos that would ensue. That was the closest thing he got to a plan for them to meet.

They met way before the plan could materialize.

Somewhere in between Naegi’s plans to introduce his two new friends to each other was an already existing unresolved history between them unbeknowst to him.

“Hey! Nanami!” He called out to her as he waved enthusiastically which she returned in a more polite way. With Kamukura just behind him, he walked towards her and greeted her once more. “Hi! I hope you don’t mind if I brought a friend with me. I would have told you beforehand but he kind of… did a jump on me so here he is. So I really hope you’re okay with this.” He finished with a nervous smile.

“I do have an extra console with me…” She nodded in confirmation and then proceeded to pull out a gaming console from her backpack. “Here. I’m Chiaki Nanami, SHSL Gamer. It’s nice to meet you, um?” She offered.

Kamukura carefully regarded her. His expression betrayed none of his thoughts. From afar, he had already deduced who she was based from her appearance and behavior. Upon closer inspection, he had already procured her life’s history and even predicted her story years into the future. He already knew enough about her. Another unremarkable human who was predictably boring.

“Izuru Kamukura.” That’s all he offered.

So without much expectation, she accepted her offer of friendship.

Just half an hour into the gaming session, Naegi received a distressed call from one of his classmates. He apologized for bailing on them both so early but compromised by vaguely promising to catch up on them as soon as he was done helping his friend in need. The two bid him farewell and didn’t mention how they didn’t expect him to be back on time knowing full well just how horrible his luck was. And so they continued to play games in silence, half in concentration and half in having nothing to talk about without their common friend in between.

“You’re good at this.” Nanami finally spoke up after their tenth game. Her eyes made a sideway glance at him during a loading screen. “Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your talent?”

He pretended not to notice her obvious staring. “What made you assume that I have a talent in the first place? I’m not exactly wearing your uniform.”

“My friend wears a jumpsuit and another friend of mine wears a kimono to school. The dress code isn’t that strict.” She casually reasoned. “So even if you are wearing the reserve course uniform, who’s to say that you don’t have talent?”

There’s another question hidden in there somewhere.

“Besides, you beat me at my own game.” She added.

“I did not.” He feigned ignorance.

“Right, because you lost on purpose.” She retorted with a knowing smile. “My talent is gaming so I should know better when someone is holding back.”

“You’re more perceptive than I gave you credit for.” He would admit that much but nothing more. In all honesty, there was no incentive for him to keeping his information private and likewise, there was no incentive for him to share it with others. He supposed that he was indifferent to it all. Naturally, other people would be more drawn to uncoveing the truth. “Are you that curious?”

“I am.” She readily answered without even a hint of hesitation. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous. Oddly enough, she was more nervous than how a stranger would have averagely reacted. Her smile was just a bit off and he felt his mind straining to gather answers as well. “There’s something about you that makes me want to ask but… But if you don’t want to tell me then that’s alright too. I can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

He chose not to comment on the fact that she wouldn’t be able to force him even if she tried.

“Honestly, you remind me of someone.”

Kamukura tried to ignore the brief flash of a hazy image of person at the mere mention of her someone.

“He’s actually just an ordinary person. He didn’t have talent and he was too harsh on himself for that fact.”

He ignored how his heart dropped at her words and how he was moved by them despite having no previous experience he could attach it to.

“He thinks he’s just a nobody but he wasn’t. Not to me. To me, he has a name. He’s my precious friend. And even though he was ordinary, that didn’t make our experiences together any less special. I thought he understood that…”

Special. It’s only natural for the untalented to think that talent is what makes someone special and by extension, everything they do is special as well. And yet Kamukura, with all of the talents in the world, found nothing special. Not in him and least of all, not in the world. Whether a person had talent or not did not matter to him. They were all boring in his eyes and no one was more special than the other. It was foolish to think that talent was all that great in the first place.

Was that why her words brought out frustrated fury out of him?

“Why are you telling me this?” He blurted out as his eyes widened for just a fraction at his sudden lost of control and show of emotion.

“Ah, sorry. It’s bad manners to ramble on and I have a habit of it or so my friends have told me.” She mumbled on and was forced to stop and think when he had paused the game. When their eyes met, he was still  patiently waiting for her answer. She smiled although it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I guess it’s a bit of wishful thinking.”

“And what are you thinking?” He prodded even though his brain had already informed him of all the possible thoughts she could be having.

Nanami answered him with a heartbreaking smile.

“Thank you for meeting up with me. I had fun with you.” She announced as she proceeded to pack up her consoles including the one he was holding. Her hand lingered there for a moment but not too long. “See you tomorrow…”

And then she walked away just like that, not even bothering to hear a word of response from him.

Kamukura’s mouth opened to say something at her retreating figure but right before he could, someone’s voice had filled the air instead.

“Hinata.”

He didn’t know if he heard her or if he heard a memory.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He replied in a daze.

He didn’t see the smile on her face at an answered promise.

And both of them looked forward to their next meeting.

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This Is My Story

Written for @impalaimagining​ 300 followers song challenge.  My song is Chris Stapleton’s Tennessee Whiskey.

Word Count: 3233

Warnings: Death of a family member, drinking, fighting, cursing, Jensen being a drunken dick

A/N: This is a work of fiction. No disrespect to Jensen or his family.


Originally posted by supernaturalgifscollection

Hello. My name is Jensen Ackles and I am an alcoholic. I am what some people might call a celebrity. I co-star in the television show Supernatural with Jared Padalecki. I think I am just an ordinary guy, a goof, that got lucky and loves what he does. I have a fierce love for my family and that is what drives me to do better each and every day.

My wife is the beautiful and talented Y/N Y/L/N. But don’t be fooled, folks. She is so much more than a pretty face with a talent. She is inspiration and beauty, she is smart, like scary smart. She is a believer in the human soul and her faith in me is astounding. I am incredibly lucky that she allows me to be a part of her life.

This is my story.

My story started when I first met Y/N on the set on Supernatural eight years ago. I knew we were bringing in a few new actors with this angel arc that the show was taking and we needed some regular guests to fill those spots. What I didn’t expect was to fall head over heels in love with this woman, who really is an angel.

Then about six months ago, the unthinkable happened.  I was in Vancouver shooting and I received a call from the Texas State Patrol. My parents and my younger sister had been killed when a drunk driver hit them head on. They were on their way to the airport to catch a flight to see me.

I thought a lot of things. This was my fault. If only I had not asked them to come this weekend. Why couldn’t it have been a different weekend? It doesn’t matter what the questions were, there was only one answer. It was my fault. My wife, Y/N, supported my throughout it all. She was by my side every step of the way, from calling my brother, to booking our flights home, contacting our lawyer to deal with my parents affairs. There was nothing she didn’t do for me. I needed her more than I needed air during that time.

I can clearly remember sitting in the my father’s office after the service. A glass of his favorite Tennessee Whiskey, Jack Daniels, in my hand. The bottle now half empty as I sat at his desk, drinking, trying to think of what I was going to do now.  Three members of my family gone, leaving a huge hole in my heart and soul. My mother was my biggest fan. My loudest cheerleader. My fiercest supporter. With her and Y/N by my side, I knew I could do anything, conquer the world, if I so desired.  That is how strong they made me feel. Even with my wife still here, waiting for me  upstairs in my childhood room, I felt weak and vulnerable without my mother there to guide me through this excruciating time. Mom had always known what to say to get you through anything. Now she was gone. I finished another glass and then another. That is where Y/N found me, passed out in my father’s office at 3 in the morning. And that is where I woke at 6 covered with a blanket, still in my father’s chair. The bottle now empty.

We headed back to Vancouver to finish filming the last few episodes of the season. Even though Y/N was not in these episodes, she always stayed in Vancouver with me when she wasn’t working any other shows at the time and right now, Supernatural was her only recurring role. I was grateful to have her by my side. Remember how I said earlier how important family was to me. Well, it seems over the course of the next few weeks, I slowly forgot that. If there is one thing that this show has taught me, is that family don’t end in blood, and it doesn’t start there either.

And this is where my story continues.

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