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anonymous asked:

So, if this Bianca isn't part of your act, is she a freeloader?

“Okay, technically I guess she’s our producer… But what does that even mean? She moves some chairs around? Writes up some schedules? If she was a part of our act, I could finally have a romantic female lead! The public freakin’ loves us together! And why wouldn’t they? Ain’t we cute together? And doesn’t our audience deserve to see me romancin’? I can only put Boris in drag so many times before it gets weird. But Bianca just keeps saying she doesn’t ‘want’ to. Psh. Some people can be so selfish!” - BTDD

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katherine doesn’t care about anyone but herself.
she’s incapable of love
” 
 → “she’s obsessed with stefan”

for @portentous-offerings who is my sick buddy today. Feel better my friend ^_^ 

“She’s never going to love me.”

It was so quiet she almost missed it.

“What did you say Kitty?” she asked, her face still pressed into his back from where they were cuddling in her bed.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said, rolling over and giving her a cheeky smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Are… are you talking about Ladybug?” she asked softly, feeling the knot of guilt that had steadily been building over the last few months of this strange friendship they had fallen into.

He didn’t bring up her alter ego very often. The subject of romance in general always seeming to carry some sort of bizarre taboo whenever he stopped by for his increasingly frequent visits. Not that Marinette had minded. She had Alya to cry to about her lack-luster love life after all, and given how unwaveringly supportive he was about all of her other problems, it seemed silly to hold it against him that he was uncomfortable talking to a girl about crushes and the like.

His eyes flashed guiltily and he rolled back over, staring out into the darkness of the room.

“Really it’s nothing,” he said again, but he couldn’t quite mask the defeated tone that colored his words.

It was a sound she was all too used to. The same defeated cadence that had echoed from her own lips after her disastrous attempt at confessing to Adrien 5 months and 27 days earlier that no amount of Rom-coms or Alya suggested poster-burning had been able to cure.

“Chat, it isn’t nothing,” she said, sitting up and gently trying to pull him back around. He didn’t budge, still keeping his gaze obstinately fixed at something that she couldn’t see. “If it matters to you… it isn’t nothing. Not to me.”

“It’s not appropriate,” he said softly, “and it’s not fair to you.”

“Shouldn’t I get to be the judge of that?”

“It would be selfish-“

“So be selfish!” she said with a slightly forced laugh. “Trust me, you have a long way to go before you catch up to my level of selfish so I am hardly one to judge.” She teased her fingers through his hair, letting her nails scratch delicately against his scalp and felt him relax in spite of himself.

“Yeah right,” he scoffed lightly, “your strange phone kleptomania aside, you’re a pretty stand-up person.”

“Hey, I will have you know I have been working very hard to reform my phone-napping ways,” she teased, hoping to draw out a real smile from him.

“You stole Alya’s phone just last week!”

“That was a special circumstance. I told you so,” she pouted. “Besides, Adrien doesn’t deserve to be taunted like that no matter what Alya might say about it,” she added softly.  

She felt Chat stiffen slightly, his cat ear twitching at her words, and she was once again suspicious that he knew all about her romantic trouble regardless of their lack of conversation on the subject. She flushed at the thought.

“You are one of the most selfless people I know,” he said, reaching up to grasp her hand in his own and give it a brief reassuring squeeze.

The guilt Marinette was feeling was almost overpowering as the thought of the secrets she was keeping from him weighed on her like a stone. He had never questioned how they had fallen into such an easy friendship, and she had become too attached to having him as a part of her life- her normal everyday life- to be willing to admit the one-sidedness of it all. Here she was getting mopey over someone she had sworn she was done chasing after in front of a guy whose heart she routinely seemed to trample into the dust. Talk about selfish.  

“Please just tell me,” she whispered, her fingers resuming their seductive strokes that she knew full well would reduce him to a compliant puddle in her lap.

He was silent for a few more moments before finally letting out a small defeated sigh.

“I was just thinking about everything and I guess I just…” he hesitated. “She’ll never love me. I know that. I think on some level I always suspected as much.”

His voice wasn’t bitter or angry, and that calm resignation shattered her own heart into a million pieces more than the actual words he was saying.

“I think,” he continued, “I think I will be ok with it. She loves someone else. She doesn’t really say much about it, maybe to preserve our identities or maybe because she doesn’t want to hurt my feelings, but every once in a while she lets something slip and it’s not that hard to put the pieces together. I always thought it was so cheesy in the movies when people would say things like I just want her to be happy, but I think I get it now. She’s incredible and I am always going to love her, but she doesn’t need me to make her happy.”

Marinette could feel the tears pooling behind her eyes as the words poured out of him in his soft, even tone. Her fingers were frozen, buried in his lush golden hair, her breaths turning shallow and frantic as the words reverberated through her like an electric current.

She stared down at the boy beside her. Her precious, irreplaceable kitten, who loved her so fiercely and believed in her so much. Who was willing to call her out for her faults and yet somehow still believed her capable of rising above them.

“She’s smart,” Chat continued, his voice seeming to echo in the near silence of the night, “and I know that whoever she does choose is going to be someone who can make her happy. Somebody good and funny and able to keep up with her when she is at her best and keep her grounded when she’s at her worst. So I think I can be ok with that.”

She tried to imagine what her future would be with some potential lover. Her heart lurched slightly at the thought of Adrien, her own love that was apparently not to be. She brushed that thought aside and instead tried to picture a world where she was curled up beside some new face, running her fingers through hair that wasn’t blonde.

She had to choke back a sob.

The slight twinge of pain she had felt at the momentary reminder that she and Adrien would never be more than friends was nothing to the soul rendering terror she felt at the sudden realization that finding a new love would inevitably mean losing Chat.

They would still be friends. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be like this. He would never impose like that. Not her Chat. Her partner who was good, and funny, and who had seen her at her best and her worst, who knew her better than anyone, and who still had never made her feel anything less than precious. Her dearest friend who just the momentary thought of a life without him made her feel like she was dying.

Chat let out a small self-deprecating laugh and Marinette wondered how she had ever been so blind.

“So yeah,” he said finally twisting back around to look up at her, “I think I’ll be ok. Even if she doesn’t love me.”

She gazed down at him, his brilliant green eyes glowing in the near darkness of the night, a tired smile on his face that she longed to see transformed into his usual infectious grin, as the truth hit her like a bolt of lightning.

“I do,” she said breathlessly, before leaning down to capture his lips in a long overdue kiss.

the signs and moments in hamilton that make you feel something

aries: the song take a break. philip is reciting his poem and he is nervous, he’s injecting a little joy into his dad’s busy day and paving a path for himself and eliza is beatboxing and she is proud, and alexander is watching and smiling and he is goofy and happy and proud and before you know it you’re smiling too.

taurus: the song dear theodosia (reprise). burr is singing about the death of his wife, the death of his daughter’s mother, the very woman who he spent his life with, the woman who he’d waited for for so long, she’d dead, and he chokes up. there’s a catch in his voice and he starts crying in the middle of the song and you feel how broken this man is and how the very light in his life is banished and no matter what you can’t help but get choked up too.

gemini: the song stay alive. it’s the middle of battle and lee and washington are yelling at each other to attack, retreat, attack, retreat, and your heart pounds and your pulse picks up and you feel the urge to run right into the song and throw in your two cents.

cancer: the song guns and ships. lafayette is on top of a table, rapping faster than the speed of light, he jumps down and i’mnevergonnastopuntilimakethemdropandburnthemupandscattertheremains, i’m and you try to rap as fast as you can right beside him and your pulse is racing as well and you’re stumbling over your words and having a lovely time.

leo: the song stay alive (reprise). philip is singing softly to hamilton, hamilton is cradling him and holding his head, i know, i know, and philip is so insistent, he wants his role model to know i held my head up high, i was aiming for the sky, but all of a sudden his chest hurts and his muscles clench up and his voice catches on “sky” and all hamilton can do is let the tears fall and hold his dying son, and before you know it those aren’t hamilton’s tears but yours and they’re falling down your own face.

virgo: the song say no to this. one mister james reynolds has just sent a blackmail letter to hamilton and hamilton is at maria’s and she’s on the floor sobbing and clutching at his knees, begging him to stay, hamilton is distressed and how could i do this and maria remembers what was written on the letter and she gets up and grabs at his arm and tells him if you pay, you can stay, and her voice is so loud and full and clear and your heart swells and your eyebrows furrow and all you want to know is will he stay? will he stay?

libra: the song washington on your side. washington and jefferson and burr are mad and they’re so pissed and oh so ticked at hamilton and they’re jumping around the stage and jefferson spits out if washington isn’t gon listen to disciplined dissidents this is the difference this kid is out and they all join together and get even madder and before you know it there’s SOUTHERN MOTHERFUCKING DEMOCRATIC REPUBLICANS and you’re so awake and vivid and everything is so angry.

scorpio: the song satisfied. angelica has just finished recounting her tale with alexander and her flashback has ended and reality and the present is swirling around her feet and all she can do is raise her glass to the groom, to the groom, to the groom, to the groom, and she doesn’t want it to happen but there’s tears streaming down her face for both love for her sister and mourning of what she could’ve had if only she was a bit more selfish and your heart is so very full and all you can do it sit back and let her voice and her story overpower you.

sagittarius: the song who lives who dies who tells your story. eliza recounts her tales of the soldiers, of washington, of angelica, of everyone, and she never forgot a single soul, just did everything in her power to get everyone the recognition they deserved, and before you know it there’s the orphanage and eliza didn’t do a single thing wrong and are those your own tears streaming down your cheeks, or are those hers?

capricorn: the song what’d i miss. jefferson is hopping around in a velvety purple jacket and cane and bopping along with everyone and there’s so much jazzy joy in the air and everyone is happy and welcoming of the great thomas jefferson but you can’t be there to dance and celebrate along with them so all you can do is bob your head and hear the music cascading to give him a warm welcome home.

aquarius: the song blow us all away. philip’s voice is so full of hope and energy and pride and the whistling in the background makes it seems like everything’s okay. as the song progresses there’s a growing sense of dread, and when the countdown to his duel begins and halts out of nowhere with a crack, your heart drops and you know something horrible has occurred.

pisces: the song the story of tonight. the voices of laurens, lafayette, and mulligan mix together in a melodic harmony, and it sounds like a lullaby of hope. hamilton joins in and they raise a glass to freedom, to the future, and you can’t help but smile to yourself and feel cozy and warm, as if you’re burying yourself in a warm sweatshirt.

Understanding Elizabeth Midford

So. I don’t usually involve myself in petty fandom feuds but HOLY. SHIT. This is pissing me off. We’ve gone through 100+ chapters and people STILL don’t understand Lizzy’s character? They manage to rationalize Kuroshitsuji enough that they give Sebastian feelings even though he’s a hungry demon who made a pact with a 10 year old boy because he sensed his soul was broken, desperate, and malleable to more further corruption. They manage to do all this for a DEMON but can’t find it in their hearts to apply that analytical mindset to a darling 14 year old girl whose human emotions drive her every decision?

“She’s selfish! She only wants to make Ciel smile so things can go back to the way they were!”

“She doesn’t understand him! She’s always trying to change him, that bitch!”

“She’s so ANNOYING. Like, her voice!”

“Oh my god, did you see her standing there in the third panel? Like who does that! RUDE.”

So in an attempt to bring some basic level of cognition into these…“arguments” I’m going to go through them one by one and you can disagree if you like. But please refrain from using derogatory terms, unsubstantiated arguments, and referrals to “proofs” that are nothing more than blog posts made from those who wish to paint Kuroshitsuji in terms more favorable to them and whatever else they ship. 


1. “She’s selfish! She only wants to make Ciel smile so things can go back to the way they were!”

Elizabeth Midford is, by far, the LEAST selfish person in the whole damn manga. This girl spent most of her childhood loathing the physical strength she possessed because the person she loved didn’t like it. She chose to shoulder her anguish by HERSELF because she didn’t want to burden Ciel (or her brother or her mother or her father) with her personal worries.

Lizzy is also incredibly aware that things can NEVER go back to the way they were. She expresses this concern to Sebastian when she admits that she wishes Ciel would talk to her more and that the only reason she overdoes her cuteness is because she wants to see Ciel smile. Why are comedians so outlandish and over-the-top? Because they want to see their audience laugh. Lizzy took that mindset and applied it to her goal of cheering Ciel up. Furthermore, the Easter egg chapter proved ONCE AND FOR ALL that Lizzy is perfectly aware of the change that’s occurred within Ciel—that he’s no longer the happy, smiling boy of years past.

Lizzy KNEW Ciel didn’t remember why the egg was nostalgic and if she was really selfish, she would’ve thrown a fit—had a full on temper tantrum then and there but instead, what does she do? She outwits the game master himself. Lizzy sets up an Easter egg hunt that she made up completely off the cuff, wears a happy smile throughout the entire event, and when Ciel hands her the egg what does Lizzy do? She laughs and wishes that the egg would bring CIEL lots of happiness. HOW IS SHE SELFISH? HOW. Selfish would be throwing a tantrum because Ciel didn’t remember the way things used to be. Selfish would be bringing up the past EVERY FRIGGIN SECOND. Selfish would be forcing Ciel to comply to the shared etiquette of their past.

Instead, Lizzy is SELFLESS. Instead of throwing a tantrum, Lizzy wishes Ciel happiness. Instead of bringing up the past, Lizzy tries to ignore it because she knows it makes Ciel uncomfortable—that’s why she’s never asked him about “that month” even though she desperately wants to know what’s happened to the boy she loves. And instead of forcing Ciel to behave the way he used to (sweet, sympathetic, loving), Lizzy is learning to accept him for who he is now—how many times has Ciel ignored her? How many times has Ciel left the country without telling her? How many times has Ciel purposely hidden things from Lizzy and then disregarded her concern with a wave of his hand? Lizzy is learning to accept this new Ciel—this closed off, distant Ciel because she KNOWS something terrible must have happened to him. Because instead of crying and whining like she did at the beginning of Black Butler when Ciel refused to take off his ring, Lizzy has learned to ACCEPT. And that, my dears, is called character development—something Ciel hasn’t undergone since the beginning of this manga.


2. “She doesn’t understand him! She’s always trying to change him, that bitch!”

There is NOTHING about Ciel that Lizzy is trying to change. If anything, it’s Sebastian who’s always prodding and provoking Ciel to become darker—more cruel, less empathetic, and more focused on getting his revenge. She threw a party for Ciel at the beginning of the manga because she thought that might make him smile—fun colors, fine music, seeing Bard and Finny crossdressing…heck, even Ciel took a page from Lizzy’s book when he dressed the F5! It probably took Lizzy HOURS to choose Ciel’s outfit, decorate the mansion, coordinate the whole event and it probably hurt like hell to see Ciel dismiss all her hard work so casually.

As a reader, it’s easy for us to say “HELLO. Doesn’t she know? He was abused and tortured by the cultists! He made a deal with the devil to escape that wretched place, how could this dumb broad think a simple party would cheer him up?!”

And the answer is…Lizzy has NO IDEA what happened to Ciel. (Hindsight is a gift, ain’t it?) She has no idea that he became so desperate to escape the cult that he sold his soul to a starving demon. Lizzy is does not know what Ciel went through and this boy is doing his damnedest to make sure Lizzy never knows. Because he wants to keep her pure, ignorant, and encased in light.

People always point to the party chapter as Lizzy trying to “change” Ciel but all she wanted was to put a smile on his face. She even admits that she overdoes it at times but everything she’s done comes from a good place. Everyone wants to see their loved ones happy and Ciel is the boy Lizzy loves best of all—of course she’s going to try everything under the sun to try and put a little smile on his face.

And Lizzy DOES understand Ciel, to the best of her ability. She’s never once asked Ciel (or Sebastian) about his time in the cult. She uses games to figure out Ciel’s secrets. (Ex: Easter egg hunt—this is where Lizzy knew Ciel was only pretending to remember their Easter tradition and where Lizzy’s suspicions were confirmed—something life changing and drastic DID happen to Ciel during “that month.”) She doesn’t force Ciel to take her to public events because, let’s face it—as the only daughter to a high ranking marquess that serves directly under the queen, Lizzy’s bound to be invited to dozens of soirees a week. And as a gentlewoman of the aristocracy, Lizzy’s going to need an escort. In Victorian times, it was typical that the fiancé escort his bride-to-be but here is Lizzy—sweet, traditional Lizzy—ignoring precedent because she KNOWS Ciel dislikes social events. (Keep in mind, this is information being pieced together by a 14 year old girl who’s been taught to be an “unknowing angel.”)

Elizabeth understands the change that’s come over Ciel, knows that he won’t be interested in the same things he was interested in before. But in spite of Ciel shutting her out, in spite of Sebastian’s constant presence, Lizzy is still working her hardest to try and bring some happiness to Ciel’s life because she loves him. She loves him so much that Bravat was able to take Lizzy’s desperation and devotion and use it against her.

Let’s not forget—the reason Lizzy continued seeing Bravat was because she thought he could help her make Ciel happy.


3. “She’s so ANNOYING. Like, her voice!”

I think this is the most common excuse people use to not like Lizzy. They critique her high levels of energy (even though Finny and Soma are equally vivacious), her love for beautiful things (even though Ciel is probably the vainest little boy in the whole of London, England), and the fact that she “doesn’t understand” Ciel (counterargument already presented above).

You know, in a lot of ways I see Lizzy as a Scarlett O’Hara figure—strong, determined, unflinching in the face of danger. But also very, very misunderstood. Lizzy only behaves with an exorbitant amount of energy because she wants to make Ciel happy —to bring some sunlight into his gloomy, pessimistic world. The end results are not always successful but the intention behind Lizzy’s every action is pure—as pure as Soma’s decision to help Ciel simply because he saw him as a friend. Lizzy puts on a vaudeville for Ciel in a misguided attempt to help him heal and move on from whatever is tormenting him.


4. “Oh my god, did you see her standing there in the third panel? Like who doesn’t that! RUDE.”

Black Butler is told from the perspectives of Ciel and Sebastian. We only get brief glimpses into Lizzy’s psyche so it’s impossible for us to codify her completely. What I do know is that some people out there will always hate on Lizzy—whether it’s because they dislike her voice (well that’s her VA’s fault, not Lizzy’s) or because Lizzy “gets in the way” of someone’s ship. I’m not here to reason with those who refuse to be reasoned with. This is me expressing my adoration for a flawed, misguided, but pure of heart character whose unconditional love for a changed, callous boy makes me admire her all the more.

Oddly enough, people seem to relate “understanding” a person to “knowing exactly what happened to them to make them this way.” And to me, this is really giving Lizzy an unfair shake. By this definition, Lizzy could never understand Ciel because she doesn’t know what happened to him in that one month that’s made him the way he is (reason: he flat out didn’t tell her and uses every opportunity to prevent her from finding out. Ciel is so concerned about protecting Elizabeth’s goodness/light/purity that on the Campania, when Sebastian was slaughtering all those Bizarre Dolls, Ciel shielded Lizzy from seeing the carnage because he wants her to remain innocent and unaware). To quote Albert Einstein, “Any fool can know. The point is to understand.

I think Lizzy understands Ciel—she can sense the pain, the resignation, the drive towards something greater that Ciel is working towards. This is best exemplified in an early chapter (after Ciel’s fallen asleep and Sebastian is serving her tea) where Lizzy expresses sorrow that Ciel won’t tell her anything. Sebastian comforts Lizzy by telling her that while “It’s a difficult question for me as a butler…[I can tell you] one thing…He [Ciel] was able to spend a nice, free day with everyone.” To which Lizzy retorts that she wishes she could believe that. Elizabeth may not know what happened to Ciel during that month, but she understands.

This then brings me to my next and final point—people wanting Lizzy to “accept” the situation by stepping aside and leaving the manga. Well, to quote Michael J. Fox: “Acceptance doesn’t mean resignation; it means understanding that something is what it is and that there’s got to be a way through it.” — And this is exactly what Lizzy’s doing. She’s fighting for a way to help Ciel, to help him move on, to do anything that might benefit it. Lizzy’s accepted the situation but she’s certainly not resigned for it—Lizzy’s a fighter, and she’ll continue fighting for the boy she loves until the very end.


Further discussion is encouraged. But, please remember: refrain from using derogatory terms, unsubstantiated arguments, and referrals to “proofs” that are nothing more than blog posts made from those who wish to paint Kuroshitsuji in terms more favorable to them and whatever else they ship. I am not disparaging other characters or ships—I merely ask that you don’t refer to those “did you know” blog posts that’s caused so much strife in the Black Butler fandom. Thank you.

reasons why the princess diaries 2 is actually the best movie ever made

ok so i know that when we were all young fanchildren we all watched this movie and sighed dreamily. but i am here to tell u that this movie is even better than u remember

1. the main conflict in the movie is the arranged marriage. i’m gonna stop right here, because princesses in arranged marriages are a classic fanfiction trope that we are all trash for. don’t lie to yourself. but it gets BETTER. not only is there an arranged marriage… the guy she’s arranged to marry is actually a really chill dude. u like this dude. u know they would be good friends and partners. he would make a good king. but sHE DOESNT LOVE HIM!!! she doesn’t love him. and it would be so easy for the narrative to say ~oh look at this selfish girl she has a handsome titled good man ready to marry her she’s so SELFISH for wanting passion and true love, so naive~ (see fuckboys: i’m so nice and handsome why doesn’t she love me she’s horrible) instead the narrative presents her not marrying him as a perfectly valid choice and one the viewer sides with her on. the narrative supports her choice and makes it clear it was the right decision. ADDITIONALLY, the solution presented to fix the arranged marriage problem is to DESTROY THE PATRIARCHY. like???? don’t fuck with me this movie is perfect

2. literally the other main conflict is the love interest. he’s essentially a conman trying to convince mia to fall passionately in love with him so he can steal the throne. but along the way… he falls in love with her. THIS IS LITERALLY THE PLOT OF THREE THOUSAND FANFICTIONS PEOPLE

3. speaking of fanfiction…this movie is one. like, i’m not even joking. the first princess diaries movie essentially compiled the first 3 books into a movie, but the sequel wasn’t based on the books at all. disney just pulled something out of their asses and was like “this will make the fangirls happy”

4. at the beginning of the movie mia graduates from princeton’s woodrow wilson school of international affairs… literally one of the best international studies programs on the planet.. then she’s flown to a castle…where she’s a princess..and has hot men falling all over her…and wears ballgowns…like…mia is such a mary sue but somehow the movie manages to avoid making her one AT ALL

5. also holy shit??! mia doesn’t just stand around looking pretty as a princess.. she’s clearly really smart and genuinely cares about the people of genovia and does her best to serve them well even to it’s hard work… like damn mia is fucking committed to being a good queen she’s not just a princess because castles make good backdrops for romances

6. the queen/joe YAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS u fucking know u shipped that shit

7. THE ENTIRE MOVIE IS ABOUT FUCKING THE PATRIARCHY. MIA IS PORTRAYED AS KIND AND SENSITIVE BUT THAT ADDS TO HER APPEAL AS A RULER NOT DETRACTS FROM IT. AT THE END OF THE MOVIE SHE’S LIKE “fuck these rules written by old white men, i’m gonna make my own less sexist rules” AND THEN SHE FUCKING DOES?!? SHE FUCKING CALLS OUT THE SEXISM OF THE LAWS AND THEN CHANGES THEM. HELLO WOMEN IN PARLIAMENT! GOODBYE BOYS CLUBS! A WOMAN IS FULLY CAPABLE OF RULING ON HER OWN WITHOUT A MAN AND SHE FUCKING DRILLS THAT INTO THEIR GODDAMN HEADS

8. chris pine. what a hot piece of ass amiright

9. the number of times something fucking bizarre happens to mia and she theoretically looks into the camera like she’s on the office is comedic gold honestly. the maids?? flirting with her arranged husband?? climbing out a window?? the fAKE LEG!? mia is just trying to live her life but the universe keeps fucking it up. i feel u mia. 

in sum i have n o idea how the fuck this movie got made but goddamn is it not god’s gift to man

im laughing cause….well @mat-murdock isn’t totally wrong (we do hate mon-el for everything he does always) but this post is so ignorant im dyin. so here are some real reasons why everyone has a beef with him just existing in general that y’all kremlins like to ignore!!! 

Mon-El: *admits he misses objectifying women, is hyper-possessive and is jealous and generally misogynistic on multiple occasions*
Karamels: OMG MY SPACE PUPPYYY!!! he’s so cute he doesn’t know any better!!! its his culture omg c h i l l y’all are reaching….look @ him defending kara…mr. mxy man get away from MON-EL’S girl!!! im glad he disobeyed her cause he did it cause he LOVES her.

Mon-El: *demeans Kara on multiple occasions, in private and in public*
Karamels: this is what she gets for being so bossy and controlling like i don’t blame him for getting mad….he deserves RESPECT bc he is SO respectful to her!!! anti’s are just mad cause blonde barbie kara isn’t kissing girls on the show!!! stay pressed!!

Mon-El: *ignores Kara’s wishes on multiple occasions, both while on the job and in a personal setting*
Karamelsshes asking WAY too much of my sweet puppy like she holds him at a higher standard than EVERYONE…i cant believe she’s so selfish and controlling…WHY IS SHE SO DEMANDING!?! he doesn’t know any better ok!!! my puppy is LEARNING its his CULTURE to blame!! she is just trying to control my handsome space blob.

Mon-El: *gets broken up with for lying about who he is and expects implicit forgiveness from kara, always*
Karamels: kara is just so…..unreasonable. so prejudiced and unforgiving. look at how hurt my space puppy is! :(:(:( he said he was sorry and that he LOVES her!! she should be forgiving him it’s not like he’s the only liar on the show. like.. mon-el only lied to her to stop ppl from thinking he’s as bad as other ppl on his planet…..like he totally isn’t what show r u watching where he’s terrible???

And last, but certainly not least…

Mon-El: *not only owned slaves but benefitted from/did nothing to even attempt to stop slavery on his planet despite being in a high position of power*
Karamels: ok lets be clear his FAMILY owned slaves, HE didnt!!!! like his mom put him in time out when he said he didnt like it….he’s totally doing all in his power to stop this!!! plus he said he hated it. like, im not excusing slavery im just not gonna get mad at someone over their views on slavery you know???? thats lame… 

Caraphernelia
Pierce the Veil
Caraphernelia

30 Day Song ChallengeDay Three - A song that brings back memories
    ↳ Caraphernelia - Pierce the Veil - Selfish Machines

what if i can't forget you? i'll burn your name into my throat, i'll be the fire that'll catch you. what's so good about picking up the pieces? what if i don't even want to?
Mor is selfless af meta

Because I made a little throwaway post a little while back but people still apparently don’t get the Mor is selfless as all hell. So I thought I would compile a long, rambling list of Reasons and Evidence as to why irreverence does not mean disregard and why taking care for and loving yourself does not mean selfishness.  

Right, so, apparently people still think Mor is selfish (w h y?) which I…obviously disagree with. I don’t think that she makes a habit of putting her own needs/wants above others’ (though if she did she would be entirely entitled to, given what she’s been through/the abuse she endured) I just think she stopped letting other people rule her. I think she stopped taking the opinions and wants of other people for her as gospel and acting only on them at the expense of herself and her own wants and agency She does what she loves and she does what she needs but that doesn’t mean she acts selfishly. It just means that what’s important to her and what she wants to do she now does.

But I don’t think she puts her needs above others. There’s a thoughts vs actions distinction here - she refuses to place any more validity or weight to the opinions of others over her own - her feelings and ideas are valid and she has the right to express them and act upon them. She lets herself make the choices that she wants to make. But actually I think the choices that she makes are often very selfless and she puts the people that matter to her above her own well-being and happiness and she actually does this repeatedly.

Variety of ‘Mor being subtly selfless’ examples and analysis to follow. 

“Don’t get me started on what you did to me Under the Mountain.”
Rhys went still.
As still as I’d ever seen him, as still as the death now beckoning in those eyes. Then his chest began to move, faster and faster.

Across the pillars towering behind him, I could have sworn the shadow of great wings spread.
He opened his mouth, leaning forward, and then stopped. Instantly, the shadows, the ragged breathing, the intensity were gone, the lazy grin returning. “We have company. We’ll discuss this later.”
“No, we won’t.” But quick, light footsteps sounded down the hall, and then she [Mor] appeared.

Right, listen, this scene flat out parallels Rhys’ rescue of Feyre at her wedding and I refuse to see it in any other light. Feyre suffers a panic attack, she flashes back to UtM, she needs help, she needs a way out, Rhys appears and does just that. Same thing happens here. Feyre (inadvertently) triggers a panic attack in Rhys, he flashes back to UtM, he needs help, he needs away out, Mor is there in a heartbeat. That’s as much as a coincidence as Rhys showing up exactly when Feyre needed him: ie it’s literally not a coincidence at all.  

Right, so, for context, this is the first time that Feyre is at the Night Court since…well everything. At this point in time the only people know who about his and Feyre’s history as well as the fact that Rhys and Feyre are mates are Mor and Rhys. This is because the first words out of Rhys’ mouth when he saw Mor again after fifty years were ‘she’s my mate’ and he then proceeded to tell her everything. So for three months the only people who’ve known what Rhys went through and what he’s dealing with due to his bond to Feyre are Mor and Rhys. That means the only person who’s been supporting Rhys through all of this is Mor.

So when it comes to it and Feyre is there and having witnessed the shoe-throwing, less than wonderful reaction Feyre had to Rhys the night before Mor makes sure she’s nearby the next day. She makes sure that she’s around and the second that Rhys gets out of his depth she’s there to balance things and smooth them over. Which she does in spite of Rhys’ grumbling.

“You could be attending your own duties,” he said testily. I clamped my lips tighter together. I’d never seen Rhys … irked.
[…]
“And as my only remaining relative,” Rhys went on, “Mor believes she is entitled to breeze in and out of my life as she sees fit.”
“So grumpy this morning,” Mor said, plopping two muffins onto her plate.

He huffs about it but there’s no doubt that Mor’s appearance was sorely needed and that she calms him down and grounds him. Mor also goes out of her way to welcome Feyre, to make her feel like she fits in at the Court, to be a friend to her, to help her, and to encourage her to give Rhys a chance.  

‘…Mor said, swirling her wine, her shoulders loosening as Azriel at last blinked, and seemed to shake off whatever memory had frozen him.

[…]

“A new bastard in the camp—and an untrained shadowsinger to boot. Not to mention he couldn’t even fly thanks to—”
Mor cut in lazily, “Stay on track, Cassian.”
Indeed, any warmth had vanished from Azriel’s face. But I quieted my own curiosity as Cassian again shrugged, not even bothering to take note of the silence that seemed to leak from the shadowsinger. Mor saw, though—even if Azriel didn’t bother to acknowledge her concerned stare, the hand that she kept looking at as if she’d touch, but thought better of it.

These both happen at the first dinner at the House of Wind. Once again Mor is monitoring things carefully and she intervenes - casually, lazily, thoughtlessly, as though she doesn’t even care/is barely noticing what she’s doing but she knows exactly what’s going on. She keeps very careful watch over Az throughout the dinner, reacting when he feels better, intervening when Cass started wandering into dangerous waters and showing such overt concern for Az that Feyre noticed it before she knew anything about either of them/their dynamic. And as with what we saw before with Rhys her actions aren’t rewarded with any kind of gratitude from the people she’s looking out for - but she does it anyway. 

Azriel just shook his head. “I’ll go. The Prison sentries know me—what I am.”
I wondered if the shadowsinger was usually the first to throw himself into danger. Mor’s fingers stilled on the stem of her wineglass, her eyes narrowing on Amren.

[…]

“Here we go,” Cassian grumbled. Mor gave Azriel a warning glare to tell him not to volunteer this time. The spymaster just gave her an incredulous look in return.

Azriel: *is first to volunteer to go into dangerous situations likely due to his own disregard for his personal safety and the way he prioritises others over himself* Mor: *reproves him for doing this because he does matter. twice.* Fandom: *oh but she’s so selfish, she doesn’t care about Az at all! She doesn’t show any regard for him/love towards him/anything at all until the very end of the book when he gets shot* Me: -_- A N Y W A Y. 

She stared and stared at the Book—as if it were a ghost, as if it were a miracle—and said, “It is the Leshon Hakodesh. The Holy Tongue.” Those quicksilver eyes shifted to Rhysand, and I realized she’d understood, too, why she’d gone.
Rhysand said, “I heard a legend that it was written in a tongue of mighty beings who feared the Cauldron’s power and made the Book to combat it. Mighty beings who were here … and then vanished. You are the only one who can uncode it.”
It was Mor who warned, “Don’t play those sorts of games, Rhysand.”

Oh look, it’s Mor watching out for Amren’s well-being as well as Rhys and Azriel’s. It’s almost as though….There’s a theme here. Shocking. Even though Amren is one of the most powerful beings in the world Mor still has her back and still looks out for her. It’s almost as though she deeply loves and cares for her little found family and wants to protect them, even from small things. Incredible. 

And just in case anyone was doubting (since this relationship falls under a lot of scrutiny from Mor’s side) she also puts herself out there for Cassian’s sake too :) 

 “Cassian helped Rhys get me out. Before either had the real rank to do so. For Rhys, getting caught would have been a mild punishment, perhaps a bit of social shunning. But Cassian … he risked everything to make sure I stayed out of that court. And he laughs about it, but he believes he’s a low-born bastard, not worthy of his rank or life here. He has no idea that he’s worth more than any other male I met in that court—and outside of it. Him and Azriel, that is.”

Against the popular fandom belief that Cass still feels guilty about what happened with the Incident and that Mor somehow encourages this/benefits from it in some way I give you this. Actual canon. Because the only response that Mor ever shows to Cassian’s part in her past is gratitude. She is grateful. She is grateful that he was kind and good and gave her a choice. She is grateful that he rescued her from her abusive situation. It’s been five hundred years and she is still grateful to him for risking himself to get her out of there. And she considers him to be worth more than any other male she’s ever met aside from Rhys. 

Mor, on her knees beside Cassian, hurtled for the king with a cry of pure wrath.
He sent a punch of power to her. She dodged, a knife angled in her hand, and—
Azriel cried out in pain.
She froze. Stopped a foot from the throne. Her knife clattered to the floor.

 To be entirely clear about what happens here, okay: the king shreds Cassian’s wings with half thought and Mor, with absolutely no magic, with nothing to defend herself, with no ability to protect herself and with nothing but a single, solitary knife in her hand against a centuries old king strong enough to strip the magic from the two most powerful Illyrian warriors in history, the most powerful High Lord in history, and Feyre who has the power of all seven high lords in her veins at the same time launches herself at the king to punish him for what he’s done to her friend. And the only reason that she stops her attack is not because of the magic he tries to hit her with - but Azriel, because if she’d hurt the king then Azriel would have died but at no point is her own safety a concern or a consideration here. But…Yeah, sure, Mor doesn’t care about Cass that’s…just. yeah. 

Next point: 

But Mor hopped off the bed, opened the door for me, and said, “There are good days and hard days for me—even now. Don’t let the hard days win.”

I’m using this as a kind of catch-all quote for a couple of points. First of all I think a lot of people seem to think Mor is ‘over’ what happened to her? Or there’s certainly a lot of talk about how ‘jfc it was 500 years ago move on’ when it comes to Mor…yet we frequently discuss Cassian, Azriel and Rhys’s childhoods (funny that) Anyway, the point is that Mor is not just magically better/never suffers for her trauma. She still has hard days. She just doesn’t let them win. But that means that all of that aloofness, all of that irreverence, all of that brightness and light and hope is something that she fights for. Constantly. Trauma does not have an expiry date, it doesn’t just up and leave one day, it still affects her, it still hurts her, she just refuses to let it beat her. And that makes her strong af but anyway. 

Second thing I want to talk about is how much Mor opens up for Feyre’s benefit. I’m just using this quote for that because it happens several times throughout the book and we’d be here all day if I quoted them all and they’re well enough known I think that I don’t need them. But Mor rips open old wounds of hers over and over and over again for Feyre. She tells her what happened in grim, explicit detail, she tells her how it affected her, she rips open those wounds again to show Feyre that it is possible to heal from them. It’s possible to endure the dark horrors that she, that they both, have endured and still come out able to love and trust and be bright and warm and friendly and selfless. 

(And aside from Feyre’s storyline and what this does for her this is an incredibly important message for abuse survivors in an audience as well. Because it’s a fairly frequent thing that we see- especially female characters- suffer some form of abuse or hurt (usually at the hands of men) and as a result they become acerbic and cold and withdrawn and mistrustful. I am not in anyway saying that this is a ‘bad’ response to trauma or pain. It happens. It’s real. But in terms of media portrayal seeing something that actively goes against that is I think incredibly important. Because that’s not what has to happen. Mor came out of what she endured and she came out of it soft and warm and selfless and loving and that’s a perfectly valid endpoint of recovery too. Dark days don’t have to lead to more darkness. They can lead to bright, warm sunshine too. and that’s important.) 

This also leads me on to the role Mor plays in the Court of Dreams. I’ve talked before about her position in the Court of Nightmares being empowering (and a perfect counterpoint to the Tamlin/Lucien dynamic when it comes to thinking about her and Rhys and how they respond/react to her being forced to return to the site of her abuse/trauma) And it is. She is given power over her abusers. Her father is reduced to a steward and she is given not only authority over him but she is given his authority. She rules the place that tormented her and that is so incredibly important but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t affect her, it doesn’t mean that she isn’t performing a selfless act for the sake of her court and it doesn’t mean that it’s easy for her (hint: it’s not) 

Maybe I should have asked Mor to come. But she’d left after dinner, pale-faced and jumpy, ignoring Cassian’s attempt to speak with her. 
[…]
“How was your visit to the Court of Nightmares?”
She paused, her face going uncharacteristically pale. “Fine. It’s always a delight to see my parents. As you might guess.”
[…]
“I’m sorry—for all that you endured.”
“Thank you,” she said, coming over to watch me. “Visiting them always leaves me raw.”

 All of these are Mor’s direct responses either facing a trip to the CoN (the first quote) or after visiting them (the second). Yes Mor is in a position of power over her abusers. Yes that is, in a sense, empowering and likely helpful in terms of her recovery. But the fact is that she does, and has for centuries, returned to the place that she was abused and tortured and traumatised. It’s like what Feyre does at the end of ACOMAF - returning to the Spring Court with Tamlin for the good of her court. Except Mor has been doing this for hundreds of years, even though it leaves her raw, even though it can still make her panicky and upset. She does it. Which makes her brave and selfless as all hell I will fight you on this point. 

More things: 

 Cassian realized I was in one piece and hurtled for Rhys, who was struggling to rise, mud covering his bare skin, but Mor—Mor saw my face.
I went up to her, cold and hollow. “I want you to take me somewhere far away,” I said. “Right now.” I needed to get away—needed to think, to have space and quiet and calm.
Mor looked between us, biting her lip.
“Please,” I said, and my voice broke on the word.
Behind me, Rhys moaned my name again.
Mor scanned my face once more, and gripped my hand.
We vanished into wind and night.

 […]

“Still recovering, but fine. Pissed at me, of course, but he can shove it.
I combined Mor’s yellow gold with the red I’d used for the Illyrian wings, and blended until vibrant orange emerged. “Thank you—for not telling him I was here.”
A shrug.

Again Mor puts other people’s needs over own. She took Feyre away from Rhys - knowing it would hurt Rhys, knowing it would upset him, knowing that Feyre was forcing her to choose a side but choosing it anyway. Then she dismisses Rhys being angry with her and Feyre’s thanks for what it cost her to help her and keep her location from Rhys (I’m pretty sure Rhys didn’t just politely ask her this once over a cup of tea and then let the matter drop. Not if Mor describes him as being pissed at her) 

Even more evidence: 

It was satisfactory enough to my mate—who at last looked at Mor.
She nodded once, but said, “I know my orders.”
I wondered what those might be—why I hadn’t been told—but she gripped my hand.
[…]
Mor kept at my side, constantly monitoring. The last line of defense.
If Cassian and Azriel were hurt, I realized, she was to make sure I got out by whatever means. Then return.

Right to make this part even more explicit, because I think the difficulty here of what Mor has to do is possible to be underrated and I want there to be no doubt: before they went to infiltrate Hybern Rhys ordered Mor to leave Cassian and Azriel, two of the people she loves most in the world, behind if they were injured in order to get Feyre to safety. And this is something that Mor agreed to and acknowledged and I have no doubt would have done if the need had arisen. And then, once she had gotten Feyre to safety, she herself would have returned and put herself in an incredible amount of danger to get them back. 

This is like….the dictionary definition of selflessness idk what to tell you any more okay. 

Is this enough? Do I need to say more? Or can we just, like re-read ACOMAF and remind ourselves what an incredible specimen of pure selfless goodness Morrigan is? 

TL;DR: Mor is selfless af and I will fight you on this point. That is all. 

Sasuke is selfish?

How can you call Sasuke selfish when he disobeyed Kakashi by feeding Naruto, knowing very well his entire team was at risk? 

How can you call Sasuke selfish when he protected Naruto with his life, although he hadn’t brought his brother to justice yet?

How can you call Sasuke selfish when he rescued Karin without even having a reason to help her? 

How can you call Sasuke selfish when he noticed that Sakura was feeling down and in the same chapter, complimented her so she could feel better again?

How can you call Sasuke selfish when he wanted to crush Konoha because they had hurt his brother? 

How can you call Sasuke selfish when he wanted to bring a revolution in order to change the entire ninja system that affected others negatively?

How can you call Sasuke selfish? 

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                         Fairytale AU: No happily ever after for…. Cinderella.
When the glass slipper fit perfectly, the prince asked to marry Cinderella but before she set off to the palace with him, she wanted to have a little chat with her step mother and step sisters. Despite of the fact they mistreated her and made her life pretty miserable, she ended up forgiving them and invited one of them (her less cruel step sister) to join her and live in the palace too. However, as time as days went by the Prince realized Cinderella didn’t turn out to be that sweet girl he met at the ball because once Cinderella started living in the palace and started living a lifestyle she wasn’t used to, within time she began growing greedy and selfish. — and due to the following events Prince Charming decided to postponed the wedding until further notice with the excuse of wanting to get to know Cinderella better but instead he found comfort in Ella’s step-sister and later on began to have a relationship with her behind Ella’s back. And obviously it was just matter of time before the Prince realized he choose to marry the wrong sister and decided to stood up Ella at their wedding and run away with her step sister.  

anonymous asked:

More hogwarts AU of Maggie and Alex?

She loves flying.

Loves it.

The wind in her hair, the broom between her legs, the way her robes whipped back behind her, like they were her wings and she can soar over the Forest, over the castle, over the lake, over Hogsmeade. Over everything.

It makes her forget. Or, almost, anyway.

Forget – or, almost, anyway – that she can’t go back to her parents’ place over the holidays, because they tolerated her being a witch but dammit, he would not stand for her being a… a homosexual…. too, because how could she possibly be so selfish?

“God, you’d think he’s afraid of getting hexed for even saying the word ‘lesbian,’“ she mutters mid-flight.

Almost forgets.

Almost.

But a voice calls her back, a voice calls her down.

“Maggie! Maggie, it’s almost dinner, and if Professor J’onzz catches you using the pitch without permission again – “

“Alright, alright, I’m coming, Little Danvers!” she calls, and she grins, relishing the way the third year looks after her, cares for her. No one’s ever done that before.

She takes in a deep breath, and she catapults her Comet 260 into a nearly ninety degree dive. She hears Kara scream for her to be careful, and she pulls up cleanly – well, less cleanly than she would have with a less rickety broom, but hey, at least she’s not a pile of mush on the grass – just above the ground, just before it’s too late.

“You know I get so nervous when you do that,” Kara says shakily as Maggie swings her leg off her broom and tosses her arm around Kara’s shoulder, setting off toward the Great Hall.

“I’m sorry, Little Danvers. I just couldn’t resist. I love the feeling, you know?”

“You love the feeling of practically getting yourself killed?” a voice drawls as they stroll past the greenhouse, and Kara lights up, but Maggie stiffens.

“Danvers,” she greets as Kara slips away from Maggie’s side and into Alex’s arms.

Kara – the Hufflepuff third year – is the only one who touches Slytherin fifth year Alex Danvers and lives to tell the tale.

Maggie – proud Hufflepuff fifth year – would love to join that elite crew.

Because Alex is rumored to be ruthless, but Maggie only ever sees that streak when someone she loves is threatened.

And Alex is rumored to be cold, but she’s spent too many nights listening to Kara’s stories of Alex’s warmth to believe the facade the Slytherin puts up.

But she’s always afraid that Alex only ever tolerates her because, in Kara’s first year, Maggie put her body between Kara and a bunch of Slytherins who didn’t yet know Kara was The Alex Danvers’s kid sister.

Maggie doesn’t know that she’s nearly all Alex ever thinks about.

But Maggie has a smile that lights up the entire Astronomy Tower at midnight, and Alex is withdrawn and distant and cold to everyone but Kara.

Maggie is kind and Maggie is selfless and Maggie is so brave Alex often wonders why the hell she’s not in Gryffindor and she’s so smart Alex often wonders why the hell she’s not in Ravenclaw, but the only House Alex knows Maggie doesn’t belong in?

Her House.

Slytherin.

And Maggie deserves someone better than someone who lives in the dungeons and likes it.

Maggie deserves sunshine.

Kara is sunshine, but Alex? Alex is the opposite.

So she keeps her distance and she keeps her cool, because anyway, she doesn’t want to imagine Eliza’s response if she came home saying she wants women, not men. Because how could that ever be good enough? How could that ever be perfect?

“Sawyer,” she greets, her eyes cooly raking Maggie’s body up and down. “You pulled that off on that old Comet?”

Maggie shrugs and tosses her broom from hand to hand.

“It’s a reliable enough old thing.”

Alex stares between Kara and Maggie and Maggie’s rickety old broom, and Alex thinks about Kara’s pleas, which come in almost daily now – Alex, come on, I think she likes you, and I know you like her even though you pretend not to; wouldn’t it be amazing, for my sister and my best friend to date? Because let’s face it, you already have huge crushes on each other; Alex, guess what spell Maggie taught me last night?; Alex, Maggie loves astronomy, too, you should ask her on a date to the Astronomy Tower, I can set it all up for you! – and she bites her lip, and she sighs, and she thinks about how she wouldn’t be afraid to put her name in the Goblet of Fire, so dammit, she’s not going to be afraid to be vulnerable with a girl anymore.

“Well hey. If you ever want to take a ride with me, I um… I can lend you my Nimbus 2001. The ride would be smoother and the way you fly… it… you know, with the maneuvering and the control and the finesse… watching you fly on a steadier broom would be… I mean… kind of beautiful. If you wanted. Whatever. Isn’t it dinner time? We should get to the Great Hall.”

She squeezes Kara’s hand and sweeps off for the Great Hall at breakneck speed, and Maggie is left spluttering and stammering, and Kara is left with a grin that lights up the entire dusk.

“Little Danvers, did your sister just… did your.. your extremely badass, super hot sister just ask me out?”

Kara just squeals in response, and tugs Maggie along.

“Alex! Wait up! Maggie says yes!”

Alex stops without turning around, because her smile is bright enough to match her sister’s, and her cheeks are more crimson than that Olsen kid’s robes.

So she doesn’t turn around, but she waits for her little sister and the girl who – maybe – is going to be her girlfriend, and they head into the Great Hall, hearts pounding with everything that has been and everything that might be, together.

She’s always been told that she was compassionate, self-sacrificing, considerate.

But she’s not.

She’s selfish. So, incredibly selfish.

She craves for his touch to be felt by no one else, his soft lips to only kiss her skin, for him to be hers.

—  m.d. // excerpts from a book i’ll never write #52
Jimin Scenario: The Love We Share.

Request: Hey, Can you write a scenario where jimin get so envolve with his daughter, spending all his spare time off work with her only, and y/a feeling left out from both him and her daughter, she couldn’t talk it through. Didn’t want to be selfish in anyway, so just hope he’ll notice but he doesn’t. And one day she just leave with a note of all her daughter needs. “& maybe saying where/ how long is she leaving” like “ i needed a break for couple days” i hope you understand what i’m trying to say 🙊 Y/A doesn’t have to leave the house, you can resolve it in any other way, like jimin finding her crying. Or shifting her behavior, or him waking up not finding her in bed/house. Idk you can just choose whatever. 

Genre: Family / Drama.


-Come on Minah, hurry!- Jimin’s voice was heard through your house and then the giggles of Minah coming running from her room to the living room where his father was waiting for her.

You saw it all from your spot in front of the TV, you didn’t know exactly what was happening but you could imagine. Jimin was dressed like he was going out but he hadn’t told you anything and then there came Minah running to you, she was wearing pink pants, sneakers and a white shirt.

-You forgot your jacket- Jimin laughed and she giggled running back to her room to fetch the jacket.

-Are you going out?- you asked making Jimin look at you and then stepped closer to where you were, he leaned down and kissed your lips.

-Yes, just for a little while-

You nodded, bitting your lip as you saw your daughter trotting back. -I’m ready daddy!- she squealed going directly to Jimin who patted her head. 

-Let’s go-

-Wait- you cleared your throat. -Where are you going?-

-For ice cream!- Minah cheered making Jimin laugh.

-We will get some ice cream, want us to bring you some?-

You sighed, fighting the feeling of hurt that spread around your chest, it wasn’t the first time this happened but as each time you couldn’t help it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do or say anything either. 

-No, it’s ok-

-Really?- Jimin insisted as Minah pulled his hand to hurry him. 

Sighing again you smiled the best you could. -Strawberry and chocolate chips-

Jimin nodded and threw you a kiss. -See you later Y/N!-

You turned off the TV, standing to go to your room and look for some work to do to occupy your head with something, you felt selfish with your current thoughts, but was it so wrong to want to be part of the moment? You also wanted to make great memories and have fun. It wasn’t that you didn’t want ice cream, it was that you wanted to be there and eat it together, but Jimin and Minah were recently doing everything just the two of them, you liked how happy they were, but then you also wanted to be a part of it.

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All I Need

Part 4 to “A Muggle?”/”It’s Me”/”I Think We’re In Trouble” Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 

Word Count: 4,495

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“Y/N, are you ready to go to Hogsmead?” Sirius asked, barging into her dorm. “How do you keep doing that?” She muttered, not taking her eyes off of the mirror. “You see, I spend all my time studying the dorm charms rather than the stuff we’re supposed to study,” he smirked. “Little dressed up there to be raiding Hogsmead, aren’t we, Love?” Sirius asked, noticing that Y/N was wearing an infinity scarf over a sweater, with skinny jeans and tall boots-her hair in loose curls and her makeup done; rather than an old flannel with her hair messy and minimal makeup. “I’m not raiding Hogsmead with you guys today,” she shrugged, finishing up applying her lipstick. “What do you mean ‘you’re not raiding Hogsmead with us?’ It’s Saturday. You stayed back with Moony last week, it’s our turn-Why are you putting on lipstick? You never wear lipstick?” Sirius rambled. “I’m going on a date, if you must know,”'Y/N said, leaving the mirror and beginning to search the room for her bag. “No you are not!” Sirius exclaimed.

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It doesn’t matter if I’m in his heart or not. Lying to him, I cannot.

Best of Yan Da/Shi [as Yun Fei] [as Ying Kong Shi] [as Sword Spirit Shi] [as Li Tian Jin]

Trimberly Song Series

Perfect-Ed Sheeran

Suggested by: @ashtonsanders97

A/N: This is the first part in a Trimberly song series I’m going to be doing with songs I’ve been sent, and with songs I personally choose. I always love to have new suggestions, so please feel free to send me songs or prompts in my ask, and I’ll try to get to them as quickly as possible.

@ashtonsanders97, I hope i was able to do this song justice for you.

Thank you for you suggestion, and

 I hope you enjoy!

I found a love for me

The first time Kim had spotted Trini, her breath had caught against the back of her throat. 

Her lungs had ached, her chest had shuddered; Her knees had weakened, her fingertips had tingled. Her heart had stuttered harshly against the spot it was usually beating so steadily against.

She stopped short in her tracks, and when the other girl’s eyes met hers, everything suddenly felt so still and so fast in one single, simultaneous second.

They both blinked. 

A few moments passed, and something fluttered within Kim’s stomach, but then the other girl glanced away; The moment was over.

That fluttering feeling evaporated, to allow a disheartening and sinking one to take its place, and Kim had to try really hard not to focus on it while the other new guy–newer guy; Zack–yelled out something about seeing this enchanting girl around in the mornings. 

Her ears were too busy ringing to hear what was said in reply, but her attention became acutely focused once more as the rock right under this new girl’s feet crumbled.

And when Kim fell too, all she could think of was how horribly the girl’s scream sounded as it echoed off of the stone surrounding them, and when she sat back up, all she could feel was the immense and almost sickening wave of relief that washed over her when she saw that said girl was okay.

Her hands shook as they all stood together; As they all inspected the strange, black glass that had been exposed; As they all inspected the strange, colored coins they’d found and argued over what to do with them. Her hands shook, and she felt as if her skin, her nerves, were vibrating, purely from the close proximity she and the shorter girl were stood in; She felt lightheaded. 

But suddenly another sound, that differed from the constant one of her erratic pulse, filled her ears and caught her attention. 

“Guys!” she said, effectively cutting off the boys’ bickering. “Do you hear that?”

“Mine security,” Zack muttered; They were screwed. 

“Someone should’ve pointed that out,” Pretty Girl ™ retorted sarcastically, just to rub it in. “Wait. I did.”

And then she started to run away, with the motivation of their impending arrest, and Kim could do nothing to stop her legs from following; The gravitational pull that this literal stranger had on her was already too strong, too immediate, to fight against or understand. 

So, Kim chased after her, partly because of her own survival instinct, partly because of the strange and strong need to ensure the other girl’s survival. 

“Up there!” she had said breathlessly as she made a little more headway, pointing to the speeding van just out of their trajectory. 

Pretty Girl ™ nodded, and they both swerved to better meet the vehicle in its path.

Jason pulled them both in, and their heads popped up over the seats to watch as Billy drove them towards the train tracks. 

Once Zack was pulled in too, the five of them were merely racing against the clock, racing against a train, to make it out of the mine. 

“I hope he has it,” Pretty Girl ™ whispered, her eyes shut tightly and pleadingly.

Kim, in her own fear, forgot to reassure the other girl, and she instead said, “He definitely doesn’t have it.” 

“I’ve got it,” Billy insisted. “I’ve got it.” 

He didn’t have it.

The last thing Kim was aware of before the impact was a soft hand grabbing hold of hers and not letting go.

Darling just dive right in, and follow my lead

So, things were definitely different. 

They were all strong; They all had powers beyond comprehension.

They had survived being t-boned by a train, flipping several hundred feet. They had all scaled a mountain and jumped a ravine with relative ease and as little bloodshed as possible.

And now they were all jumping, willingly, into said ravine to see whatever it was that Billy had discovered when he fell down it–terrifyingly, might Kim add.

“Come on guys, let’s go!” Jason said to the two of them–she and Pretty Girl ™–just before hopping over the edge of the cliff and straightening his body out in preparation for his landing. 

Kim laughed breathlessly, and so did Pretty Girl ™, but as their eyes met, both of their smiles faded. 

The other girl started to walk away, and Kim panicked, so she found herself calling out near immediately, without much thought as to why–Even though she knew it was because she couldn’t bear the thought or reality of never seeing or talking to her again. 

“Hey, wait!” The girl turned slightly. “Can I, um–Can I get a sip of your water? I’m dying.” 

It was the best she could come up with on the spot, but it was an excuse that seemed to work as the other girl just rolled her eyes before walking closer again.

“Fine. Just don’t finish it.” 

Kim nodded.

Their fingertips brushed as the bottle was passed to her, and she swallowed a little thickly. 

“Thanks,” she replied. “And I’m sorry.” 

Delicate eyebrows furrowed over a confused and hazel stare.

“For what?”

Kim didn’t even answer verbally as she grabbed the front of the girl’s jacket and tugged her forward harshly before throwing all of her own weight backwards and off of the cliff. 

She shrieked loudly as the sensation of falling filled her stomach, and she let go of the other girl as they plummeted towards a body of water below.

Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Learning that they were Power Rangers, bound by their responsibility to save the universe, and connected through the morphing grid, was a revelation that shook Kim to her core. 

Aren’t superheroes supposed to be good?  

What was she doing on this team? 

She didn’t belong here… 

She didn’t deserve to be with these people…

She didn’t deserve to be with Billy, who was talkative and intelligent, lovable and loving, selfless and soft where it counted. 

She didn’t deserve to be with Zack, who just wished to be able to protect his mom; Who transferred that wish to the entire population of the world.

She didn’t deserve to be with Jason, who was so used to leading teams, to taking the weight, his whole life; Who was angry and hurt and used those emotions for all of the wrong reasons until he was given the right one. 

She didn’t deserve to be with Trini… Who was brave and beautiful, inside and out; Who had fought all her life, to just be accepted by the people who so wished to shun her; Trini, who, despite her isolation, still had a beating, bleeding heart for humanity as a whole, for the people she let close enough to touch her.

Trini, who didn’t need labels, but was so used to being labeled. Trini, who was too good for all the bad she’d been through, and who was too good for all of the bad that Kim inherently was. 

Kim didn’t deserve to be with any of them, to have the privilege of fighting on the same team as them. But Kim was also selfish, and so she didn’t say anything as they all grew closer–As she and Trini grew closer.

As she and Trini went to Krispy Kreme after school, before training, every day. As she and Trini paired up for Biology lab work and sparring sessions. 

She didn’t say anything, because she couldn’t bring herself to lose something–someone–so special. 

Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

The more time continued to pass, the more Kim longed, ached, to be with the other girl. The more time continued to pass, the harder it got to handle their interactions.

Their gazes started to linger for longer seconds. Their touches weren’t as fleeting–as accidental

Their concern wasn’t strictly professional, formal, courteous. 

They were becoming more intrigued, more invested

Kim cleaned Trini’s wounds after the more particularly grueling training sessions, and she walked her home every day. She sought her out in the halls, whenever she could; She made sure no one gave the other girl a hard time.

She tried, with all that she was, to be someone worthy of Trini’s time, and she tried to ignore the feeling of foreboding that hovered over her, as Rita’s imminent attack grew closer, more pressing. 

I will not give you up this time

It had been just a few hours since they’d all last hung out when Kim admitted to Jason in his room why they couldn’t morph, why she was undeserving of their friendship. 

It had been just a few minutes into their conversation when they both got the text from Trini to meet her at the football field. 

It had been with a heavy and sick sensation in her stomach that Kim got into Jason’s truck to meet the other rangers, and it had been with shaking legs that she ran into the empty stadium. 

“So, we’re all here. Where is she?”

Kim could hardly breathe.

“I’m right here,” Trini called, stopping at the top of the cement stairs and looking down at them with more emotion than Kim could ever recall seeing on her. “Look. Rita came to my house tonight.”

Kim really couldn’t breathe now. 

“What?” she heard one of the boys whisper; Zack took an instinctive step forward, but Kim couldn’t move a muscle. 

“Yeah,” Trini nodded. “She’s real.” She tugged down the collar of her shirt to reveal long, harsh, bleeding scratches on the side of her neck. “Real crazy.” 

Kim clenched her fists just as she clenched her jaw, an ugly feeling of anger bubbling within her hotly. 

Trini avoided her gaze, pointedly.

“She almost killed me. Told me that she would spare my life if I could keep a secret.”

Kim kind of zoned out of what was being said, only for a few seconds, as she tried to scan over Trini’s body to find any other less noticeable injuries–in the way the girl stood, shifted her weight, held herself up. 

Jason’s speech is what drew her attention back to the present, to their reality, and though his words were quite rousing, it wasn’t until Trini raised her hand to agree to his plan that Kim did too. 

After all, it was Trini that she would follow off of a cliff. 

But darling just kiss me slow

They got their asses handed to them. They got a reality check. 

They weren’t invincible; They could face loss, and it could be so devastating that the world lost all of its color. 

Regrets and guilt could still affect them and could still be present while they were in battle, meaning that they could still be present if one of them were to be struck down again; If one of them were to not come back. 

So, after Billy came back to them, after they morphed, after they fought the putties–the real, live ones–after they went to the cave to get their Zords, Kim grabbed Trini’s wrist with one of her own gloved hands.

The boys were already bursting through the side of the mountain, ready and rearing to go save the world, but all Kim could see in that moment was the confused glimmer in the other girl’s hazel eyes as her mask came up to reveal her face.

“Kim, what are you doing. We have to g–.”

Kim cut off Trini’s sentence with her lips. 

She poured all of the feeling she could convey into a kiss that could possibly be her last. 

Their lips slotted together in a way that was almost tauntingly perfect, and Trini’s were so soft, and warm, and like everything Kim could’ve ever imagined and more, that when she pulled away, her heart trembled from the aftershock of it all.

And then Trini’s eyes opened slowly, dazed and still as dazzling as ever. 

“Wh–.”

“I just wouldn’t have been able to die with myself knowing that I didn’t do that at least once.”

And then Kim had jogged to her Zord without allowing the other girl to even think of a response. 

After all, they had a universe to protect. 

Your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you’re holding mine

They had defeated Rita; Not easily, but a win is a win, and their team was stronger because of it; They could all feel it.

The happiness Kim felt, the relief that she hadn’t died, that none of her fellow rangers had died, was what had kept her going as they made their way back to the ship, to tell Alpha and Zordon the good news.

She was too high on adrenaline to notice the throbbing pain in her forehead from where it had made harsh contact with the top of her helmet as the metal of her Zord was being crushed around her. She was too high on happiness to feel the warmth of the blood trickling down the side of her temple.

And when they all made it into the ship, they morphed back into their regular clothing, and they stood before Zordon and told him everything; The beginning to the end; From start to slap. 

Jason told of the beginning, Trini and Zack took turns with the middle bit, and Kim hung back some, watching on with a fond smile, as Billy animatedly told of his kick to Goldar’s midsection, towards the end. 

She blinked once and fought back the urge to yawn; The adrenaline was wearing off, exhaustion was setting in, deep and comfortable down in her bones. 

She blinked again, slower, more languid.

And then she swayed, suddenly, her blood loss finally catching up to her, finally catching her attention, and she stumbled slightly as her head became lighter, less grounded.

“Whoa,” she breathed out.

Trini and Jason’s attention moved back to her just as her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Kimberly!”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark

The morphing grid accelerates their already accelerated healing; Their injuries never really have that much of a lasting impact; So Kim didn’t spend a very long amount of time in her unconscious state–maybe two hours, three, tops.  

When she woke up, she was still on the ship, in the med bay. 

A faint voice could be heard speaking in the hall, but other than that, everything was silent. 

For a few moments, she just lay there, staring at the metal grating of the ceiling, and, then, when she finally brought herself to sit up, she lifted a dirty hand to her forehead, to feel at where the skin was now healed over and smooth once more. 

She then tried to stretch her muscles by spreading her sore arms out wide and rolling her head back and forth to try to get the kinks out of her neck. Her skin was still littered with bruises and her entire body felt almost unbearably stiff, but she was still present, still breathing; She couldn’t bring herself to complain. 

“Oh,” came an exclamation, suddenly, from the med bay’s entrance. “You’re awake.”

Kim’s gaze snapped up to meet the one that she hadn’t noticed settle on her, and she felt her heart’s steady beating falter, stuttering and staggered. She stood up and then stared at the other girl, who was nearly stock still in her stance, a few feet away. 

A second passed, a quick heartbeat, and then Trini was walking towards her, purposefully, powerfully. Kim didn’t know what to expect, but when two rough hands shoved harshly at her shoulders, sending her stumbling backwards in surprise, she realized that it definitely wasn’t that.

Her eyes widened as she struggled to regain a sense of stability. 

“What the hell?”

“You’re such an asshole!” Trini shouted at her, hoarse and horribly pained.

The shorter girl pushed at Kim’s shoulders again, but since the pink ranger was more prepared, she didn’t stumble. 

“Trini, what are you–?”

“You can’t do that!” Trini cut her off, fiercely. “You can’t just–You can’t just kiss me, and then run off to save the world like it didn’t happen! You can’t kiss me, and then collapse after the battle!”

The yellow ranger’s hands came up again, but when they landed on Kim’s chest they were weak and harmless, allowing the taller girl to grab a hold of them. Trini let out a shuddering breath, that rattled through her heaving chest, and her eyes closed, as Kim raised her own hands to then frame the girl’s jaw.

A second of silence passed, and Trini spent it releasing a slow exhale of air through her nose; Kim waited patiently.

“You just completely collapsed,” she whispered after a moment, her eyelids sliding apart slowly to meet Kim’s stare. “Like the injury wasn’t even that bad, but you just crumpled to the ground, and you looked so pale and motionless; It was horrible.”

Kim frowned, and her thumbs began to stroke softly across the skin of Trini’s cheekbones, soothing and sincere.

“I’m sorry,” she said earnestly. “I promise, I wasn’t trying to be reckless. I just honestly didn’t even feel the injury through all of the adrenaline.”

Trini swallowed thickly, and she nodded slightly before bringing her hands up so that she could wrap her fingers around Kim’s wrists–an attempt to ground herself.

“You scared me.”

A twinge of pain reverberated through Kim’s chest at the subtle crack in Trini’s voice, and her frown deepened as her eyebrows furrowed further over her gaze. 

“I’m sorry,” she repeated; It was the only thing she could think to say.

Trini shook her head then.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault. I-I was just scared, because I knew that I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I didn’t get to return the favor at least once.”

“Wha–.”

And in a full-circle sort of moment, Kim’s sentence was cut short by the abrupt pressing of soft lips against her own.

The hands on her hips shifted, and then warm arms were wrapping fully around her waist, pulling her closer, more flush against Trini’s body. Her fingers tangled themselves effortlessly within the long strands of Trini’s hair, and her eyes fluttered shut as she kissed back with all that she was, and maybe a little bit more after that too…

Because this kiss wasn’t as rushed as their first; There was no impending doom, no villain to fight, nobody else but each other waiting for them to be their salvation.

This kiss was breathtaking, soul shaking, and Kim felt her chest ache so wholly from its effects that when they pulled away once more, she almost staggered backwards; Trini’s grip on her was too tight to let her go though. 

“Oh,” she breathed out, leaning down to rest their foreheads together.

“Yeah, ‘oh,’” Trini said lightly. “Did you really think that you were the only one wanting to share a kiss?”

Kim could feel the light dusting of pink that colored her cheeks then, and she bit her lip bashfully, a shy smile lifting one corner of her mouth; Trini’s eyes shone with endearment as they watched her.

“Well, I mean, yeah,” Kim admitted. “I didn’t think that you actually liked me back, or that you would even be interested in a relationship with me. And now that I think about it, this still doesn’t mean that you want a relationship, because a kiss doesn’t automatically mean that you’re in a relationship with someone. So–.”

Trini kissed her again, to shut her up, and Kim couldn’t really complain at all, as the girl smiled into her mouth. 

“I want a relationship with you,” Trini whispered against her lips. “As long as you’ll have me?”

Kim didn’t answer verbally; She didn’t have to.

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

“Trini. Dance with me.”

The shorter girl looked over to Kim from where she had been gazing at the stars in the dark sky above them. 

The moonlight illuminated her hazel irises in that breath-stealing way it always did, and it cast beautiful shadows across the features of her face effortlessly.

Training had ended about an hour before, and they had both decided a little alone time would be a great way to end the day; So, they were sat near the edge of the very same cliff Kim had thrown them off of, their fingers entwined and their attention shifting from the sky to each other and back again, lazily.

The time had passed in relative silence, calm and comfortable, until Kim spoke.

Trini’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Huh?”

Kim smiled at her, and she slowly got to her feet before extending her hand down for Trini to take. 

“Dance with me,” she repeated simply. 

“There’s no music?” Trini said, even while she took Kim’s hand into her own again and stood too.

Kim shrugged.

“That’s okay. My favorite thing to listen to is your heartbeat.”

Trini smiled then as well, and she stepped closer as Kim reached for her waist.

“You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you, honey,” Kim whispered before she then started to sway from side to side, prompting Trini to do the same, engaging them in an easy and slow dance, perfect for two young teens in love. 

When you said you looked a mess

“You’re beautiful.”

Trini laughed lightly, a beautiful sound that floated atop the wind.

“I honestly look horrible,” she retorted, quietly and without real malice. “I’m pretty sure there’s dried blood on my shirt right now, babe.”

I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it

“Darling, you look perfect tonight.”

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for reading! Once again, this is the first part in a Trimberly song series I’m going to be doing with songs I’ve been sent, and with songs I personally choose. I always love to have new suggestions, so please feel free to send me songs or prompts in my ask, and I’ll try to get to them as quickly as possible.

This will also be posted on AO3; My username is KHart, and I have another piece written called Lover’s Lies, if you are at all interested.

Once again thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it!

Til next time!

-S